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The Wizarding World of Harry Potter - Diagon Alley will come to life at Universal Orlando Resort in 2014. Guests will travel between ‘London’ and the existing Hogsmeade at Universal’s Islands of Adventure aboard the Hogwarts Express - just like in the books and film. Diagon Alley and ‘London’ will feature shops, a restaurant and an innovative, marquee attraction based on Gringotts bank. [x]

WHAT?! WHAT?!!!

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Jason Isaacs: I remember my very first day, I improvised a line. I had my first day, probably my first shot, I had to kind of flounce out of a room when Dumbledore, played by the late, great Richard Harris, put me in my place, and there was no line written, no exit line. And I’d been humiliated, and my plan had come to nothing. And I said to Chris Columbus, “Don’t you think there should be a line?” And he said, “Well, say something. Say whatever you like.” So we did another take, and I hadn’t told anyone what I was going to do. And as I turned to leave, I looked at Daniel, and I said, “Let us hope Mr. Potter will always be around to save the day.” And then Daniel, who was all of 12, stepped right up to me, looked me right in the eye, and said “Don’t worry. I will be.” A chill went down my spine. And as he did it, I thought, “Christ, this kid is good.”

This is the part in the Harry Potter issue of Entertainment Weekly, when Jason tells this story, that I started to cry.

One of the most iconic lines in the whole of the series was improvised. By a 12-year-old boy.

Depression.

I’ve needed, for days — weeks, now — to talk. To vent all my feelings. Not to anyone in particular, not even to a person, just to write it down, I guess. Because no one cares, and I’ve realized that… You know, I’ve taken to talking to myself, because I can’t find any other way to get it out. I would write it all down, but I’m worried who will read it. Because anyone can read it. And I know I could make it a private post, but it’s not about that, because making something private doesn’t matter in my case. See, I was numb. I was numb for years, and that was okay, because I’m good at faking it. I’m good at pretending I feel things, at going through the motions, and at faking a smile, or a laugh…it’s feelings I’m not so good with. I mean, there’s that occasional feeling brought on by a book or a TV show or a movie, but everyday things never really touched me. Then, all of the sudden, someone managed to give a fuck, to get through, to talk to me, to listen to what I said, to make an effort to get to know me…and holy shit, that felt good… Well, it made all the good feelings happen. All of them. And then I lost that. And then the bad feelings were there. And I had ALL the bad feelings. And I tried really, really hard to hold on to those few good ones I’d felt, but it was too late, and they were gone, and I couldn’t get them back. So now, here I am, feeling awful, with nothing to do about it — just waiting for the feelings to go away again. Just waiting to be numb, to feel normal, to not be so awful. Maybe I need meds, but they’ve really never helped in the past. Maybe I need to get out. Maybe I need a change of pace, a change of scene, a change of life…maybe I just need someone to care…

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