Okay, I’m having a moment. Let me have a minute to get over this video. Shit I mean … This nearly killed me. I often type into my tags that I’m crying but this time I really mean it. Hp has been over for a year now and I still think that it’s the best damn thing that ever happened to me. And it will never truly end for me. Because I’m sitting here crying over these characters, over this fantastic series which gave me so much. Harry Potter was the first book I’ve ever read and it changed me. I guess I’ll never find the right words to explain my love for these books and movies … But I just wanna say one thing: Joanne K. Rowling … THANK YOU SO, I OWE YOU SO MUCH. Just thank you FOR MAKING MY CHILDHOOD A BETTER AND MAGICAL TIME.
Really though. Wow.
00:34 is how far I got in the video when I felt hot tears streaming down my face. Being a part of the Potter generation is like nothing I have ever experienced since. It was the book that taught me to read by myself, it was the story that I clung too in the darkest most depressing hours of my childhood, and it gave me the morals that I still hold close to my heart today as I enter adulthood. It gave me hope to believe in the idea that there is more than meets the eye in our world - and that kind of hope, when you’re a child, is everything. It was a secret world and escape to us as children, but as adults/older teenagers the tale of love and courage, friends and bravery is as relevant as ever.
I opened Philosopher’s Stone when I was seven.
I am nineteen now.
And I now and always will consider the story one of my greatest teachers.
4:53 was the moment I utterly lost my shit and started sobbing.
These books weren’t my childhood; they were my teens and twenties. I unashamedly waited in line with people half my age when the new novels came out, and sat in theaters crowded with children to see the movies that brought the books to life.
I made myself a Gryffindor scarf in college. My friends and I Sorted each other, wrote and read fanfiction voraciously, read the novels to each other between classes, and cried together over the losses of beloved characters when everything started to turn pear-shaped.
I’m thirty this year and I still remember how it felt. I remember the joy of discovery, the delight in all the whimsical knowledge laid out in the Wizarding World, the rage at Umbrage and the Dursleys and the Deatheaters, the pangs of sympathetic grief and loneliness, and the comfort found in loyal companions. Even on the most dismal of days, these books gave us…gave me…a message that shone like a beacon on a stormy night.
“You have friends here. You are not alone.”
Thank you, J.K. Thank you for everything.
I need a damn drink now.
Don’t do this to me ):
Why I read
This is a spectacular bit of editing. *claps*
falling apart after 30 seconds. If this world sucks, you can always climb into these books and live there for a while.
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