As ever I am going to rag on...
I lied when I said I didn't cry at the films compared to the books. The books broke me up for human reasons. The two films that cracked me up were because of the ending visuals... on a par with old MK fireworks for me. The ends of Chamber and Phoenix.
Remember the high shot over the choo choo at the end of Phoenix... it killed me... still does.
The end of Goblet of Fire had me choking back tears as I read it to my son. The misery and guilt Harry was carrying around at the end was just so heavy, I kept having to stop reading.