I have hazy memories of exactly when I read each of the Harry Potter books, but I remember Order of the Phoenix clearly: In sixth grade, I was finishing the last few chapters of OOTP in my room before my mom drove me to school. In chapter 37, following Sirius' death, Harry meets with Dumbledore to discuss the prophecy and ends up tearing apart Dumbledore's office. I started sobbing on the floor of my bedroom. My mom knew I was upset when I got in the car, but she made me go to school anyway.
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