Twenty years ago today, Harry Potter and the Sorcer’s Stone came out; I was a year old. Ten years ago, in 2007, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows came out; I was the same age as Harry when his story began and I stayed up late after my neighbor brought me the book from the midnight release because I was sick. I remember going to the midnight release of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince at Borders. I remember going to see the movies in theaters and when Hallows Pt. 2 came out, the theater was a community; the tears and feelings were amazing. I loved hanging out with my neighbor, Sarah, listening to the Mugglenet podcast, discussing theories, and watching Potter Puppet pals. I remember carrying the heavy 800+ page Order of the Poenix around when I was in third grade and being so proud of myself for reading it. My copies of the books are worn and torn, with water stains and even a blood stain from something I can’t recall. I’ve reread those books more times than I can count. My first tattoo was of the Deathly Hallows and the quote “Until the very end;” my high school senior year book quote was “Nitwit Blubber Oddment Tweak;” the first time I went to Diagon Alley in Universal, I teared up; in a few weeks I will be going to the official studio tour in London and I CAN’T WAIT!!!!
Those are some of the memories and events that have shaped my Harry Potter life, but the story means so much more to me. The characters feel like dear friends; they’ve been there for me and were an escape in hard times. JK Rowling taught me so much about life, hope, love, honor, and courage. Each time I read these books I get more magic out of them. She has crafted the perfect story about life after death, redemption, friendship, and adventure. I’m not sure I can put into words how Harry Potter is a part of me. But I am eternally grateful for Mrs. Rowling and I know that no matter where life takes me, all I have to do is crack open a book and I’ll be back home at Hogwarts once more.