Doesn’t just looking at these books give you a warm and wonderful sense of magical homeliness and feeling of belonging at Hogwarts and Harry’s intriguing world, making you wish you could literally dive into the book and leave you frantically searching for the entrance to Platform 9 3/4.
I am 18 years old and am still waiting for my acceptance to Hogwarts letter, refusing to give up hope. Another theory I have devised is that J.K. Rowling is actually a Squib, releasing the secret world to the public out of bitterness of being a Squib. This latter theory, however, would have to mean I am a Muggle, and that obviously can’t be the case. So i’ll stick with the very probable case that my letter was lost in the mail, or someone killed the delivery owl out of jealousy that they weren’t receiving a Hogwarts letter too. One day Professor McGonagall herself will probably turn up on my doorstep to ask where I’ve been all these years.
From my above ramblings which have no doubt left you convinced that I am completely insane and my delusions must surely be the result of torturings by Voldemort himself (so torturous, in fact, that the Order of the Phoenix had no choice but to Obliviate me and send me to the safety of the Muggle world for a while, but not to worry, now that Voldemort is well dead they will come pick me up to bring me back soon), it is needless to say that the Harry Potter series is my favourite book(s) (I refuse to pick one) hands down.
Never have I ever found another book that I have felt as involved in, or that has stayed with me, like Harry Potter has. And I know for a fact that I am not the only one of that opinion, I am sure thousands, if not millions, have been just as captured. Harry Potter is not just a book. It’s not something you just read and put away on the shelf, content that you’ve just read an excellent book. Harry Potter was a massive part of my childhood and is a part of me. It has created a spirit that is wonderful to feel and incredible to be a part of. No matter how many times I read them, I never fail to get lost in the story, and being a very big fan of magic and adventure, I find them particularly wonderful. Adding to my insanity streak, I even have regular dreams in which I am a witch that lives in Harry Potter world, and I am proud to say I have defeated Voldemort on a few occasions.
What is it exactly that I love about Harry Potter so much? Everything, really. The characters- who could not love the wise and witty Dumbledore, the Weasley family, and much to my surprise, the last book even left me with the tiniest soft spot for Dudley Dursley; the storyline, the adventures, the magic; but I think mainly, the imaginary world that it is based in. How could you not feel a sense of belonging and homeliness when you’ve been on so many late night adventures through Hogwarts castle, and joined in on so many Hogsmeade trips with Harry, Ron and Hermione. When you’ve drooled over the start of year banquets and laughed at those getting Sorted. Cried with Harry when Sirius died and again with Dobby, then Dumbledore. Grieved with the entire wizarding community at the loss of lives and hoped with every triumph. Even the small things- Butterbeer, Chocolate Frogs, Cauldron Cakes..make you wish you could take a trip to Diagon Alley and go shopping. Even Gringotts sounds exciting. I can assure you, this is the only book I have ever read that has managed to make a bank an exciting place.
I have a great amount of respect for J.K. Rowling and I look up to her a lot. She has the most amazing imagination and it would be almost impossible for another author to be able to create a world and a revolution that beats the one she has created. Imagine having created that; the very best of this day and age. It would be amazing.
I could go on and on about Harry Potter probably forever, but I’ll just leave it at that until I find the bizarre reason of why I am living in the Muggle world and have not yet been issued a wand, let alone a Hogwarts letter, I will continue to live in denial and dream about my true witch identity and regularly immerse myself in the wonderful magical incredibleness that is Harry Potter.
N.B: Bear in mind that you have no proof that I am not a witch on a secret Muggle Studies project and I do not have a portal hiding in my cupboard that leads to my magical home world. Obviously I can’t confirm that this is true as I would be in serious trouble for blowing my cover and revealing that magic is actually true to the Muggle world, but yeah..just saying, it’s a possibility that I have not denied. Hint hint. It’s okay to be jealous.