When I was younger, I would spend hours and hours awake at night alone reading. One day, my dad came home with The Chamber of Secrets, and after waiting impatiently for him to finish it, and then my brother it was passed to me. Since I am the baby of the family, I’ve always gotten the books last yet finished them the fastest.
When I was in 7th grade, I was diagnosed with clinical depression. I refused my medication after a while because I knew how it made me feel. Instead, Harry Potter was my medication. When I was low, I’d climb into bed and re-read the books. I’ve read the first four books 13 times. I literally feel that these books saved my life.
I’m 20 now, a (still) growning woman, (still) trying to find my path, and Harry is as important now as he was before. I promised myself that before the release of part one of the last movie, I’d have a HP tattoo. And sure enough, I got expecto patronum tattooed on my foot to protect me from the things that go bump in the night that are trying to steal me away. The best part? I was teaching a class of 3rd graders and a little boy saw my tattoo. He immediately recognized it and informed me that everytime his mom and dad fight, he repeats the same spell over and over and eventually they stop; Harry helps him now just as much as Harry helped me before.
20 Years Old