so i was introduced to harry potter at six years old, probably a month or two before the first movie came out. my mom thought i would like to see it, but she wanted me to read the book first to see if i would want to go and see it. so she read it to me before bed every night and i instantly fell in love. i remember i pictured hagrid perfectly and was so happy when i saw the movie. i remember coming home and my dad was like, “how was the movie?” and i was like, “it was bloody brilliant!”

i don’t remember if i began reading the second one right away, but i’m pretty sure i got the set of the first four for that Christmas and began reading. and for quite a few years there, it was all i would read. there were four books out at that point and i would read them and go back to the beginning. over and over. i had always loved reading even at a young age, but harry potter just made me love it even more.

fast forward to grade three i think it was. the fifth book came out. i got up at like 6:00am, went to the mall with my mom where the book store was selling them at around 7 and got it. i was 8 years old, and finished that 766 page book in five days. then i started reading the series over again.

two years later, the sixth came out. it was shorter, 607 pages, and i read that in three days after getting it the day it came out.

finally, the last one. this was special, i went and got it at midnight at the Chapters in Ancaster and read it in about 20 hours, stopping only to sleep for a few. my friends came by and wanted to hang out and i was like, “go away i need to finish harry potter!” and they just laughed at me then left.

now, i prefer the books over the movies, but that hasn’t stopped me from seeing them all the night they came out. the best was seeing the half blood prince at midnight. my mom was great about it and we didn’t get home until well after 3am and she was probably exhausted at work the next day…but i’m grateful she took me to see it.

i plan on seeing the first part of the deathly hallows at midnight in november, but sadly i won’t have that luxury with the second and finale ever movie when it comes out next july since i will be over in spain, and even though i am so lucky to be going on that trip, i can’t help but be bitter that i am returning one day after it comes out. it will ruin my streak, but i’m trying not to be too sad over it.

i really can’t explain the little thrill i get whenever i read or see anything about harry potter. it makes me smile, and i want to reblog every single harry potter thing i see on my tumblr dash, but i don’t for the sake of some of my followers. i have loved it for a decade and i’m going to continue loving it until i die, and i will definitely introduce my kids to it when they turn six too. and i’ll give them all my harry potter things, because my memory chest is full of them. there’s toys of harry and hermione, a harry potter costume, even a notebook that screams when you open it, just like the one harry opened in the restricted section of the library.

now, i know some of you probably think it’s silly to be this in love with a fictional book, but it really is so much more than that to me. i was honestly convinced when i turned eleven that i would get a letter to hogwarts. needless to say, i didn’t…and i’m still really, really disappointed about it.

no one probably read this whole post, if you did, then i love you.