One of the only things I knew that I HAD to do while in London was visit the Harry Potter studio and set. I bought my ticket a month and a half in advance and impatiently counted down the days until I would be there. The world of Harry Potter has been a part of my life since I can remember -- I had a tradition of going to the book releases at midnight with my parents and getting home, not sleeping until I had finished the entire thing. So many of the spines on my copies are broken, the corners well-worn and the inside covers stamped with my name so everyone would know whose books they are. I went to every midnight release of every film and I could probably cite events, characters, etc down to the page and paragraph numbers. To say that what J.K. Rowling created was important to my life would be inaccurate -- what she created is a part of my life. So it meant nothing to me to travel two hours outside of central London by bus to take the set tour, not when it was something so dear to my heart. There were multiple times while I was there that I wanted to cry with joy at being there and I know I'll be back as soon as I can. For this post I want to let the photographs do most of the talking, not adding a lot of commentary. I hope that you enjoy this homage to the journey as much as I enjoyed taking it. (Oh yeah, and I suppose I should mention that I'm a Hufflepuff through and through. House pride, y'all!) The butterbeer was nonalcoholic so that everyone who came could enjoy it. A word to the wise -- it's incredibly sweet, and could be too much for some people. But it was delicious nonetheless!