Harry Potter, you'll always be a part of me.

By: Sarah (Proud Hufflepuff)

Today is the birthday of two people who are remarkably important to me - J.K. Rowling and Harry Potter.

I read the first Harry Potter book when I was nine years old. The last movie came out when I was 21. I literally grew up reading and watching these books and movies. J.K. Rowling was a staple in my life, and sometimes I get upset that I will never be her and never write something as spectacular and meaningful as Harry Potter.

Which brings me to the man himself. Some people might think it's silly to celebrate the birthday of someone who isn't real. After all, Harry Potter is fictional. But fictional or not, he's real to me. And to many other muggles out there (it pains me to use the word muggle, but it's true). I, like many other 11-year-olds, waited for my letter to Hogwarts, but it never came.

This is ok though, because I got to visit The Wizarding World of Harry Potter in Orlando (and I know I'm secretly a witch, my letter probably just got lost in the mail). My family went on a trip to Disney World about two years ago. No one else wanted to go with me to HP World, so I went by myself. That's right - I picked up my camera and wand and flew solo (pun intended). It was the greatest thing I've ever been able to do. To be able to see Hogsmeade and Hogwarts, try Butterbeer and a chocolate frog, go into Dervish and Banges, Honeydukes, and Zonko's Joke Shop, was amazing. Being able to touch and smell and taste things that were already so real to me - it was ineffable.

These books and movies were always there for me. Reading and watching them always gave me an incredible high. I wondered what it would be like to use the Invisibility Cloak, play Quidditch and concoct Pollyjuice Potion. I wanted to try out spells like alohamora and wingardium leviosa (it's levi-O-sa, not levi-o-SA). I was jealous when Lavender Brown (my absolute least favorite character - even behind Voldemort) and Hermione got to kiss Ron. I cried and cried when different characters died, especially Fred. I longed for a pet owl to deliver my mail. I was so jealous that Harry and the gang got to go on all these incredible adventures without me.

But then I realized - I went on those adventures, too.

Harry Potter may be over, but he will always live on. I'll always have the books and movies to come back to and comfort me. And I still have more to do on my Harry Potter journey, like seeing the castle and one day getting the Deathly Hallows symbol tattooed on me (sorry, mom, it's gotta happen). Hopefully someday I'll have children and force them to read the series. HP will always be a part of me.

So, happy birthday J.K. Rowling and Harry Potter - you've done more for me, and a million others, than you could ever know. I love you. All was well.

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