This is what happened when my godfather decided to get married in Prague the day Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was published.
To give a bit of backstory: I spent a term in France with my school and two weeks before we were due to fly back home, I broke my ankle. I ended up off my feet leaving me unable to go on the trip to the nearest town to find English copies of the Order of the Phoenix. The next day I was on the phone to my parents when my sister took the phone, said “SIRIUS DIES” and gave it back to my parents. So yes, I needed Deathly Hallows the day it came out.
So there I was, stuck in Prague with no hope of reading Deathly Hallows unless I suddenly became fluent in Czech, which wasn’t likely.
The wedding day was hectic with people everywhere shouting in various languages and everyone getting caught up in the moment. Nobody noticed a tall English man slipping away from the crowd. Afterwards, the party was in full swing and I actually completely forgot about the book, or my lack of it.
The next day, we were leaving to drive to Croatia. My sister and I were in our parents’ room, tired and not really looking forward to very long drive ahead of us. I had become painfully aware of my lack of book.
All of a sudden, a bag was put in front of each of us. In each bag was a copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. My bloody wonderful genius of a father had found an English language bookshop in Prague, called and reserved two copies of Deathly Hallows before we left England, slipped off to pick them up before the wedding and not told anyone.
My parents have done some crazy things for us, and this is one of my favourites. Completely crazy and so massively appreciated.
We spent the next 10 days visiting parts of Croatia, driving to Bosnia for the day and reading the Deathly Hallows. Obviously I read it faster than my sister, so a repeat of Book 5 was impossible.