Harry Potter and the Anniversary

In the spirit of the of the day, I thought I’d share some thoughts. Harry Potter has always had a special place in my life. It was the first book I read that had made me want to write.

“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?” – JK Rowling

It’s a painful cliché you will have seen all day today, but the years I have spent with Harry Potter in my life have had a real impact on me. I am glad of it.

I fell in love with the Wizarding World, and all that came with it. The small heroics of young people in the face of adversity inspired me in ways I can’t put in words. JK Rowling changed my life. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the sense of wonder I felt with Harry as he walked into Diagon Alley. I sobbed more than a few times at the loss of long  time friends. Losing Sirius, Albus, Dobby, Hedwig, Mad-eye and Fred had me in tears. It hurt to see them gone. I knew I could pick up the first book again and meet them all for the first time, but their deaths were the earliest examples of grief for me.


Harry, Ron, and Hermione were some of my best friends as a teenager. I could always reach out
and find comfort in the ever changing halls of Hogwarts. I read, and re-read, and re-read the books again and

again. I would talk about them to anyone who would listen to me. I remember talking endlessly to a teacher I had when I was 11/12, about the theories I had for the Deathly Hallows.

I bonded with some of my best friends over these books. It was a pillar in my life.
I will remember the bravery of Albus, and the sacrifice of Severus. I will never forget the heroism of Sirius who gave everything he had without a thought for his own wellbeing.
I will look up to Minerva as one the greatest teachers I have ever knowing. She was the best Gryffindor to have ever walked through the castle. She cared fiercely and protected her children, and they were her children. She was a foster mother to every child of her house, and like the great Molly Weasley, no one touched her children. She taught me a lot.
Harry Potter changed my life for the better. It defined who I am to this day. JK Rowling shaped me into the person I am.
So today, 20 years after it all began, I immerse myself in the magic again.

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