Bro, this has been hanging on my wall 5 years.
Look at how tiny I was when I was ten and Barnes & Noble had a Harry Potter party to celebrate the 7th book coming out and my Dad was so hardcore awesome he took me even though it was probably past my bedtime and I received my copy and read well into the next day and nothing hurt that night.
Actually a lot of things hurt because I had a lot of emotions about everything that was going on in the book, but that’s not the point. Actually, it is the point.
I just have a lot of feelings about Harry Potter and I’m not a hardcore fan girl (Okay, so maybe I am a bit hardcore in my fangirling), but I am so appreciative of the fact that, for the past eleven (to twelve?) years, Harry has been there for me. I’m a bit of a narcissist so it’s quite significant to me, not my dedication to him, but the constancy of his companionship and I know I’m talking about a book series right now, but they’re the books I run to when I feel down and when I hate everything because they’re the books that reaffirm most of the things that I believe in this world. I don’t even feel comfortable saying I am with Harry until the end (even though that’s a reference from the novel and not a literal statement LOL) because it’s eternal for me, though I will stand with Harry until whatever end there is to be, and most likely before that occurs, I will probably be busy never getting over the fact that Harry is with me until my end.
I’m just really glad my mom defied our church’s suggestion that we not read such books of witchcraft and wizardry and introduced me to Harry Potter in the first place.