On Thursday, the first installment of the last film of the Harry Potter series is released. I'm beyond excited. I think a little tribute to HP himself is in order.
Harry Potter and the Philospher's Stone was the first novel I ever read by myself. Mom started reading it to me when I turned eleven but I couldn't resist the story and read beyond what she did every night. I loved it so much that I didn't mind having it repeated the next day.
I was captured by the magic of it all and each year, as another book was released, I eagerly awaited a weekend spent in bed, devouring the latest copy of the Harry Potter Series.
I, literally, grew up with Harry Potter. I was eleven when he was eleven, I was sixteen when he was sixteen. Apart from the fact that an evil wizard didn't want me dead, my life and Harry's life were very similar. I dealt with my own "Draco Malfoys" at school, lost people I loved in horrible accidents, experienced a fair few crushes and had piles and piles of homework to get through. I laughed with Harry, cried with Harry, celebrated and worried with Harry.
I think that that's what made Harry Potter so magical.(Beyond the actual magic that is.) I and other readers were able to identify on an emotional level with Harry and his best friends, Ron and Hermione. That's what made the books so special, so captivating.
I had a friend who used to call me Hermione after Harry's best friend, Hermione Granger. I suppose if I was like any particular character in the books, it would have to be Hermione Granger. A goody-two-shoes, know it all with a penchant for big, furry cats who is beyond loyal to her friends? That would be me.
The Harry Potter Series is timeless. One that I hope my children and their children have the opportunity to experience. This year I'm not able to see the first screening of the film as I usually do with my sisters (grown up life tends to prevent that sort of thing) but the child in me will be at the cinema as soon as possible.
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