Let’s talk about Harry Potter for a
second as long as you will possibly let me, if you don’t like HP you should probably leave. I’ve always loved Harry Potter, My aunt Jenn started reading me the first book when I was in second grade. I remember loving to lay in bed with her and fall asleep to the sound of her voice. The next few books were read aloud to me by my Oma (Grandma) on long car rides to and from Wyoming. Nothing, absolutely nothing, makes a car ride go faster than being read to. I truly treasure these memories, and I feel as though I share Harry Potter not only with my peers who learned to love the books as well but also my Grandparents, Aunt, Brother, etc. As I grew older I read the last few books on my own. Of course I was one of the nerds who bought the books as soon as they came out and dedicated an entire day to locking myself in my room and simply reading. I loved those times, for weeks after reading a new Harry Potter book I would have dreams about being Harry Potter (the way Harry is connected with Voldemort…I was connected with Harry…through the scar on my forehead…of course).
The movies were a whole different story, another connection and set of memories. I remember going to the first Harry Potter movie with my family and best friend at the time after receiving Honor Roll in fifth grade. At a young age I was already critical of the book to film adaptation but at the same time mesmerized by the enchantment of “The Great Hall” by Dumbledore’s wisdom and by how brave three kids (three kids who were exactly my age at the time) could be. I remember how afraid my little brother was of “The Prisoner of Azkaban” because let’s face it…Professor Lupin…as a werewolf…HORRIFYING! My poor baby brother was probably only four or five and would cry and have nightmares every time it even resembled a full moon. And then there was the fourth film, “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire”, I must have seen it at least four times in theaters, yet each time I noticed something new. You’re probably totally rolling your eyes at all of my Harry Potter nerdy-ness right now but I promise I have a point.
Harry Potter is addictive, it really is. Of course I was enchanted by the books and movies as they first were released but there’s something more. Pretty much every year I go through a “Harry Potter Phase”, not to say I don’t like Harry Potter before and after the “phase”, I do, but it’s not possible to live within my “Harry Potter Phase” year round…you’ll understand why in a moment.
The “Harry Potter Phase” usually starts off rather innocently. I say to myself “I’m going to reread (insert Harry Potter book 1-7 here)”” or “I want to watch (insert Harry Potter movie 1-8 here) tonight” and so I do. And what happens? I don’t just watch “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone” and move on with my life, yah right, who does that?! I’m suddenly suckered into the magic and the story all over again: The Harry Potter Hook. I find myself thinking about the characters as if they were my real life friends (maybe this is why I don’t have that many real life friends?!), I have my Harry Potter dreams again, I compare everyone in my life to characters from the books and above all else spend every moment of my free time dedicated to Harry Potter. I reread ALL of the books, not just one. I dedicate a week to watching ALL of the movies not just one and of course there is the internet. Interviews with the cast? Gifs of the film? Fun facts about Harry Potter that J.K. Rowling has released? Oh and try searching “Harry Potter” on pinterest…don’t mind if I do.
All of this has been leading up to one main point…I’m hooked on Harry again (Jeff is too). We’ve watched the first five movies in three days with no intention of slowing down today. Last night we both got so into it…”I HATE Professor Umbridge more than Voldemort,” Jeff screamed as good old Dolores took over Hogwarts.
“DON’T KILL SIRIUS!” I begged that nasty old Bellatrix. And even after my heart broke all over again (Sirius is probably my favorite character) I still yearned for more. I keep begging Jeff to pretend that we’re wizards together all day everyday…but his approach is a little different than mine. He says its too heartbreaking to pretend and then not actually be able to do spells…I don’t know how this guy ever played Harry Potter as a kid but let me tell you it’s still fun even if your spells don’t 100% work like they do in the books and movies. (Side-note: I used to pretend that I was Harry Potter’s twin sister because we both have scars and that Ron was my boyfriend…this was a long time ago though and definitely absolutely doesn’t ever happen anymore…ever).
So that’s my life. Harry Potter is a
little colossal piece of my childhood that I’m able to relive and hold onto via the movies and books. Do these Harry Potter heat waves ever hit anyone else? I know I’m not the only Harry Potter nerd out there!
P.S. I actually did take a break from my magical double life yesterday to hangout with my wonderful beautiful sorority sister Allison! I’ve missed her soo soo much since I transferred from WSU and it was great to spend the day with her smiley/sunshiny little face. No one else could ever replace her as my baby Dolphin Twin.