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Remembering the Boy who Lived

Dear Aika,

In five or ten years time you might decide to re-read your blog to remember what you were like when you were younger.

Here, let me help you.

When you were younger, you were devoted – well, obsessed, really – with a young adult book series, titled Harry Potter.

Yes, I can see you remember Harry Potter. I can practically see your eyes glitter with juvenile delight.

You don’t proud yourself as a person who “grew up with Harry Potter”. As a matter of fact, you only started reading the book when you were 16, the summer of ’04.

Patricia told you to read the 4th book. You hesitated. Harry Potter was really, REALLY popular that time and you’re not a person who wants to join any bandwagon.  But Pat assured you that there will be no regret.

You read Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire with hesitation. By the end of the book, you knew you’re in love.

You’re particularly drawn to how JK Rowling writes – very lightly with subtle humor and very consistent.

The world she created was very inviting – with the magic wands and the lovable creatures (Dobby the elf!) and of course, Harry Potter and his loyal friends, Hermione and Ron. You once wished that “wingardium leviosa” is real . It’s le-vee-OH-sa, not le-viyow-SA.

Harry Potter was your excuse to be a child once in a while. You then read the first three books and was very eager to read the rest of the series.

You were a little bitter that you’re just a muggle, although of course you root for the witches and wizards who protect your race. You hated the mudblood haters.

You look forward for the start of each books, Harry’s journey to the platform 9 3/4. You secretly wish that LRT and MRT stations have them passageways to the wizard world.

It was nice to see Harry and friends grow up. At first their only problem was to survive each Hogwarts school year or pass their OWL exams, then at the end of the series, they’re out saving the world. They’re changing and growing up right before your eyes.

You were severely heartbroken when Sirius Black died. From the moment that he did until the very end, you always hoped that he would somehow reappear as an alive human being (or wizard), but he didn’t.

The same was true in the demise of some of your favorite characters: Prof Dumbledore, of course. Harry’s owl, Hedwig. Mad-eye Moody, Tonks and Lupin, and of course, Fred Weasley. You hated JK Rowling for letting you go through that much lost.

You were equally devastated when you found out the story behind the half-blood prince, Severus Snape. He was just a poor guy in love, you thought.

When you finished reading the last book, you were saddened by the end of an era. Harry Potter is done.

You’re not much of a fan of the Harry Potter movies, not as much as the books, but people would see you among the excited fans first to reserve a ticket whenever a movie was to come out. Let’s just say that you were one of those who “compare the book to the movie”.

You were, of course, disappointed with some movies, but the last movie – Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows part 2 – you were in love with that movie.

As the ending credit rolled, you realized that you have no more excuse for being a kid. The Harry Potter series – books and movies – has ended.

Who cares if the ending credit already rolled, or if the epilogue was already written? I bet there REALLY is a platform 9 and 3/4 somewhere.

And you did too. And I think you still do.

Good job, kiddo!

“I’m saying believe in magic, you muggle” – Wolowitz, the big bang theory

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July 20, 2011