Some of you won't embrace what you are about to read, but the hardcore Harry Potter fans might now what I'm on about.
People say that an important part of childhood is making friends they can keep with them for years. There are no rules which state that these friends may be imaginary or not.
Before the age of seven my mum introduced me to the beautiful story which is, Harry Potter. I am not going to lie; I didn’t appreciate it. I don’t think you should blame me though; what seven year old child can honestly comprehend just how empty and alone young Harry felt in his cupboard under the stairs?
It wasn’t until I was alone myself that I turned to the boy who lived under the stairs.
I had seen the movies; I mean, who hasn’t? They’re always on around Christmas. The books which I received from my Godfather turned out to be more than a Christmas present, they were a form of reassurance, a safe place, even a best friend, maybe?
I’m gonna put this out there; being a teenager is vulgar! You have to look and act a certain way, the way society wants you to, and if you don’t; well that’s just your bad luck! Even when you go home you see attractive people on the TV and internet and it’s really annoying. Having something to take your mind off things makes it easier.
Harry Potter made it easier. That’s because when I am with Harry, Hermione and Ron I am accepted. They don’t mind if I am in my pyjamas or if I am having an awful day, They are there for me. As well as Harry saving the whole wizarding population, he is saving me too.
Not only have I found a best friend in the famous trio, but I have discovered a little bit of all three in me, Harry’s bravery, Hermione’s wit, and Ron’s way of always seeing sense in the end. I cry when they cry and when my friends, yes, I said my friends! When my friends Fred, Remus Lupin and Tonks all die in the first battle it numbs me. Just like the characters in the book I long for them to come back so much, I watch them grow through the years Harry is going to school and yes; I have grown myself.
Young Mr Potter lost his mother just after his first birthday and I, like him lost my mother at a tender age. He knows what it feels like not to have that special person to confide in and my all time favourite moment from all the books is when he walks into the forbidden forest along the winding path to his date with destiny. He turns the resurrection stone over in his hands twice and his mother appears. She was neither dead nor alive, but she was there, and when I think about it she has never really left.
I learn something new every day but Harry Potter sent me one very important message through the words of Albus Percivel Wolfric Brian Dumbledore: “Happiness can be found in the darkest of places, if one only remembers to turn on the light".
Just your Average Teenage Wizard xo
Loved it Maeve!! Such a great blog and a terrific talent you have. I'm seriously chopping onions here myself!
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