A Legacy, That Never Ends

Today—it’s yesterday now—Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone was first published. A little fantasy on a train ride. To think that, that fantasy, would shape generations of children, and generations still to come. Would have been pure madness. But here we are, and I am sitting here, writing about that book my sister got as her 9th birthday present.

Harry Potter made me see things a lot differently. And until now, I try to remember to turn on the light. The word “Always” bears so many meanings to me. It has changed me.

Harry Potter was one of the things that first touched me. And I can say this book taught me a lot of things, it made see things better. It made me accept so many things I wouldn’t even come to understand.

Some people would say that being devastated over the death of an Owl is ridiculous. Or crying over a fictional creature. But, I have to say, I did grow with Harry James Potter, and all those characters. If not for as long as many people. But I did.

Everyone of us has magic in them. But you just have to let it go.

Surreal, beautiful, old, dramatic, inspiring, consuming. All are words to describe it. And to be honest, I can go on till morning light.

All those deaths, in real life and in fiction. All those tears shed. They did not go in vain.

And I always remember, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome me home.

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