SAVE THE DATE GUYS!
It will be about beginnings.
The first time I picked up a Harry Potter book, the fourth book had just come out and the first movie had just come out (with in the same period, I suppose, but not at exactly the same time). My best friend (still my best friend!) Sarah had the first four books and was reading the Goblet of Fire. I saw the cover and thought it looked really cool, so like any intrigued third grader, I asked her what the book was about.
She wouldn’t tell me.
She wouldn’t tell me that this book of Harry’s life would change his (and my) life forever and she wouldn’t tell me that I would feel my heart break into a thousand pieces. She wouldn’t tell me that Harry would face challenges he never faced before and she wouldn’t tell me that friendships would be tested, dragons would be faced, and the Dark Lord would rise again.
Instead she told me, a smile on her face, to read the books. To start from book one, page one, to start with “Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.“
So I did. I saw the book at Target and begged my aunt to buy it for me and I devoured the book. In the span of a few hours, I was Harry and Ron and Hermione, facing the troll, feeling humiliated by Professor Snape, getting past the three-headed dog, finding out that the people you do trust are not always the people you should trust. In a few hours, I was home, and for an 8 year old that was a humongous task, an amazing, brilliant journey that began a journey I have never finished.
As soon as the first book was done, I needed the second and the third, I needed to read more about Harry and Ron and Hermione, I needed to experience the extraordinary magic and wonder they lived, I needed to read about the magic and power of friendship and love.
People ask me why I find the Harry Potter books so inspiring, why I believe in the magic, why I cried alongside Harry and Co. when my favorite people died or moved on, why I laughed with Harry and Co. when Ron made a joke, when I was just as impressed with Hermione as any of the people in the book. The answer isn’t black and white. But somehow I’ve been able to compress the answer into one, word.
It’s love.
HER NAME IS HERMIONE. HER-MI-O-NE
Not “‘mione”. What the hell is Mione? it sounds like a euphemism for vagina.
- Brother: Is that McGee?
- Brother: Omg what a cute lady!
- Brother: YOU GO MCGEE FIGHT OFF SNAPE
- Brother: Does she die?
- Me: No
- Brother: Oh good, I would have cried if she did, what a cute lady
- Brother: How the hell did the patronus get so bi--oh, black guy (Kingsley Shacklebolt)
- Brother: What a bamf. Does he die?
- Me: No, he becomes minister of magic
- Brother: Of course the black guy does, look at him
- Brother: (during snapes death): Why doesn't Hermione use her fucking god juice to save him?? (Essence of Dittany)
- Brother 1: I bet Bellatrix sucks Voldemort's dick
- Brother 2: Voldemort probably sucks Bellatrix dick.
Literally laughed out loud
I have no words!
“Essence of Dittany heals cuts”
“Alohamora”
“Accio!”
THIS GIRL TAUGHT ME TO BE A WITCH.
Ron: Who would have known catching a fish could be so hard with out magic.
If I brought my parents back here now, they probably wouldn’t recognize any of it. Not the trees, not the river.. Not even me.
(via accioharry)
I have chills.
(Source: cesluces, via filthyblood)
