As my friends and family already know, I’m a big Harry Potter fan.
If you don’t know about the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling then you’ve been living under a rock for ten years or you were born after 2010. Harry Potter is a big part of my life. I can’t really explain why without telling you the whole story, so, let’s start way back when I was a
When I was child, I was a loner. I chased my shadow at lunch time. I was the girl with short hair and glasses. Big, round, thick glasses. I chose them because I thought they were cute, none of the other kids seemed to think the same. Anyway, when I was eight or nine years old, I was introduced to Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone by my teacher. She read it to us and we did exercises around it, like drawing pictures of Hagrid. For the first time ever, class became fun.
Our teacher stopped reading it one day and I begged my parents for the book until I finally got it for Christmas, along with the second and third in series. I consumed the book, I inhaled the words, and when it was done I forced it upon my sisters who eventually caved and read them too.
When the first movie came out, I was so hooked that I think I cried when Mum got us the first movie on video. I could read about my favourite characters and see them on the big screen. It was a great escape, especially for a timid girl like me.
As each book and movie came it, I read and watched them to the point where, now, my parents groan and leave the room when I put one of the movies on. As I got older, so did Harry and his friends, and it sort of felt like I was growing up with them. I was thirteen when the third movie came out and I was as angry and frustrated as Harry was. The older I got, the more it became an escape for me. When things got bad or when I was lonely, I turned to Harry, Hermione and Ron. They made everything that was happening in my life easier and more bearable. Without Harry Potter’s world I’m not sure if I would have made it through my teenage years unscathed. I may not have had a Godfather like Sirius Black or a completely loyal friend like Hermione, but I had the words and that made things better.
Now, when anyone insults the Harry Potter books or movies, it’s almost like a direct insult to me. Harry’s story is so engrained in me and so essential, that it hurts when someone close to me decides to make fun of them. It’s so apart of me that cutting down Harry also cuts me. Never, ever, make fun of a book that has influenced and saved so many people.
I think many people have had similar experiences to me. J.K Rowling has touched the lives of so many people that it’s impossible to ignore. She made reading for children, teenagers, and adults alike, fun. She’s the reason why I love reading so much and it’s a-part of the reason why I want
to be an author, for what is better than being a story-teller? I love stories so much that I can’t wait to share mine with the world.
All this week on Tumblr I’ll putting up Harry Potter related gifs and pictures, so be sure to pour yourself a butterbeer and check that out. If you want, you can follow me there or on twitter. I’ll be posting again on Thursday, so you all then.
Anjulie Te Pohe
Founder of Koru Mag | Mookychick contributor | Avid reader and writer of YA | Takatapui (Maori & bi/queer) | She/Them | Contact: email@example.com