When Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone hit theaters, I knew nothing other than it was the story of a cute little wizard boy and a Big Bad who would wreak havoc on his life. I don't remember why I went to see that first one, but as soon as I did, I was hooked. Every year I hit the theater for Harry, facing midnight fans to see the latest installment. But I avoided the books, vowing to wait until J.K. was done before I'd dig in. Then Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows hit shelves and it was time to finally work through the pages that had created such a whirlwind.

The ending was epic, sad, and happy all at the same time, and now that we've got this spanky first poster to the right for the film version (large in the gallery after the jump), I'm not feeling excitement so much as dread.