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Warning you now, this is a super long post about Harry Potter. But, I’d really appreciate it if you took the time to read it.
I guess I should start from the beginning. My name is Stella Jo Raffle-Wax, I’m 15 years old, and I’m obsessed with Harry Potter. I suppose I could also say that I’m a proud member of Gryffindor House and I’m a half-blood (I’m using the term to identify that only one of my parents fangirls over HP like I do. It’ll be clear which parent when you start to read on).
In 2001, my mom started reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone after seeing that it was being made into a movie. (Side-note: one my earliest memories is seeing a sneak preview on Disney Channel, where they showed the whole zoo scene form Sorcerer’s Stone.) Obviously, back then it didn’t have the fanbase that it does today. Anyway, my mother decided to read the first book, and fell in love. She read the next two, and by then I had to see what was up with these books. She read me the first one, and I loved it all the same. Well, to be perfectly honest, I didn’t really like it at first, but once Harry got to Hogwarts, I was hooked. I craved the next book, and luckily, since I had started a little late, I had it right there in front of me. My mom read me Chamber of Secrets, and it became my favorite of the series until 2009, when I re-read Order of the Phoenix.
After reading Prisoner of Azkaban, I had to wait a little while to read Goblet of Fire. You’re probably thinking: “But, Stella, it was already out!” Yes, it was. But, my mom was slightly concerned that the books were getting darker, and might not be suitable for a seven-year-old child. So, she decided that before she read the book aloud to me (which I loved; she always did the best voices), she would read it herself. During this time, I watched the first two movies. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to me, I finally got to read Goblet of Fire. It took a little longer than usual, considering it was the longest book of the series at the time, but we managed to get through most of it, until we reached the graveyard scene. Now, you should know that little seven-year-old Stella didn’t really like blood all too much. Or violence for that matter. So, being the responsible parent that she is, my mother made an executive decision not to read me that chapter, and spare my little child ears of the graphic details of Voldemort’s return, and instead describe what happens in the graveyard scene. Obviously, I was super pissed about it. I needed to read that chapter! It was the whole climax of the story! Looking back on it now, I’m kind of glad she spared me the gory details.
So, that was it. That was everything there was to read and see. Until 2004, that is. On May 24th, 2004, a mere six days before my eighth birthday, I went to see the premiere of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban at Radio City Music Hall with my two best friends at the time, Raina and Cole, and of course, my mom. This was big. Like, huge. All the actors were there (which was amazing considering I had the BIGGEST crush on DanRad), everyone who worked on the film, JK Rowling herself, and miles of press lined the red carpet (which I was not on, by the way. My mom had gotten us four tickets for the mezzanine, which were available to fans, through a friend who worked for Scholastic). Walking into the Hall was amazing within itself. When you walked through those big wooden doors, you were given a bag of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans by a young woman dressed as a witch in long, purple robes. There were small concession stands lining the walls selling t-shirts and merchandise, along with other candies such as Chocolate Frogs and Fizzing Whizzbies. When you looked up, there were Aunt Marge balloons hanging from everywhere (My reaction was probably something along the lines of: “Mom! Look up! Aunt Marge!”). On every seat in the gigantic (there are over 6,000 seats, if you’re not familiar with Radio City) theater, and on every seat was a gift bag, filled with more candies, a program, and a yellow t-shirt with the word “MUGGLE” printed across the chest in red lettering. The movie was excellent (it’s still my favorite out of the eight), and being surrounded by people who were just as excited as I was made it all the more special.
A year prior to this, in 2003, Order of the Phoenix was released. Unfortunately, this HP experience was kind of a blur for me. I had taken a bit of a Potter break after reading the forth book and seeing the third film. When I did finally pick up the humungous book and ask my mom to start reading it to me, it was Winter of 2005. I was still really young (only eight years old), and the fifth book can be pretty tedious. So, reading it (well, having my mom read it to me) wasn’t my favorite thing to because I had the attention span of a walnut. Nevertheless, I managed to get through it. After finishing book 5, I remembered how my mom didn’t want to read me the graveyard chapter in Goblet of Fire. In my little eight year old mind, I didn’t see how much worse it could be than the Department of Mysteries scenes. So, I asked my mom to “please please pretty please with whipped cream and a cherry on top” read that chapter to me. Looking back on it, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.
Okay, fast forward to July of 2005. July 15th, to be exact. The day before Half-Blood Prince was released. I didn’t half to worry about getting the book, because my mom had discovered the wonders of Amazon, and had it overnight shipped directly to us. This was a really big deal for me. I was all caught up. Just like everyone else, I had to wait for the next one, which was a weird concept for me. But that summer day was one of the best in my life. One of the advantages about living in New York City, is the events. And on July 15th, 2005, there were a lot of Harry Potter release events. One that I distinctly remember was a street “fair” in NoHo (I think it was NoHo… I can’t really remember to be honest… It was one of those artsy hipster areas). About three long blocks were closed off by Scholastic for this event, to make space for the inflatable Whomping Willow, the tons of merchandise and concession stands, the wizard duel platforms (like the one in the Chamber of Secret movie), the wand sellers, the potion makers, the robe fitters, and above all, a giant wall that went on for miles where you could write a message to J.K. Rowling on a star-shaped sticker. To look at some of those messages, saying things like “Thank you for giving me the childhood I never had” or “You are an inspiration to us all” was just breathtaking. That night, I was with my dad. Now, I love my dad to pieces, but he’s not the biggest HP fan. He likes the books, for sure, but he doesn’t have the same kind of passion for the series that my mom and I share. Anyway, that night, I had heard from my friend’s dad that there was a huge party going on at the three-story Barnes & Noble in Union Square. It sounded awesome. My dad was kind enough to let me drag him through hoards of Potterheads, people cosplaying for the event specifically, people carrying broomsticks and owls (yes, real owls) and other various things, going up and down stairs, watching the Fat Lady sing, hearing parts of the books being read by famous authors, drinking pumpkin juice, getting my fortune told by a Divination expert (which was surprisingly accurate, to be honest), and tons of other small fangirl-worthy things, until it got late, and time to head home.
(HBP release party official poster)
The next day, a freshly bound, hardcover copy of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince arrived around 10:00 AM. Immediately, my mom and I got to reading. We sat down together on the couch, and started chapter one, The Other Minister. Thankfully, my walnut-sized attention span had learned to grow, and I had more patience with book 6. Also, I found most of it to be very interesting, despite the fact that I had yet to do much in my life besides read Harry Potter and play on Neopets. About two and a half weeks later, I sat curled up in my mother’s lap on our big rocking chair, as she started to read chapter 26, The Cave. Hearing those last four chapters was a very emotional experience for me. When Dumbledore was killed on the Astronomy Tower, I burst into tears, soaking my mom’s shirt. I never thought it possible to get so emotionally attached to a character from a book, but I proved myself wrong that night. Dumbledore was the first of many in the Harry Potter series to die, and subsequently make me bawl, but because I was only eight, and he was the first, it came as an awful shock to me. Even now, as I’m typing this out, my breath is hitching. Anyway, that was also the first of many, many emotional nights for me, but I managed to get through, and am probably a stronger person because of it.
2005 was a pretty busy year for us Potterheads, wasn’t it? Just a few months after the release of book 6, on November 18th, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire premiered around the world. This film didn’t really have much of an impact on me, but I do remember while watching the graveyard scene, I felt really grown up, because I could handle watching it, when just two years prior, my mother was worried if handle reading it. Also in 2005, me and my parents took a trip to California to see my grandparents and my mom’s side of family. Whilst there, she got in touch with an old friend of her’s who worked at WB studios. This friend (I don’t remember her name, oops) managed to get us in to see an exhibit of props, costumes, and other pieces from the first few movies. It was AWESOME. Some of the stuff included the original Fat Lady painting, Aragog (who is huge, by the way. At least 15 feet wide), Harry’s Nimbus 2000, some costumes from the first two movies, a wax figure of Hagrid holding baby Harry, Sirius’ motorbike, and of course, the actual Sorting Hat (I was put in Gryffindor, obviously). It was amazing to see everything up close and right there in front of you.
nothing really happened in 2006 besides the fact that i was hermione for halloween whoops
After that busy year of catching up and watching new movies, came 2007. The year we thought it was all going to end. On July 11th, Order of the Phoenix premiered in theaters. Personally, I thought that this was (and still is) the worst Harry Potter book-to-film adaptation I had (and still have) EVER seen. This summer was not going to well for my Potter-craving. But then, on July 20th, 2007, I knew that however bad the fifth movie was, all that mattered was what I was going to be doing the next day, because that following day, July 21st, was the day the entire world started to read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I don’t really have to go into detail about the release parties, because I had gone again to the Union Square Barnes & Noble, and the party was more or less the same. The only thing I do want to mention was that I was standing with my mom, watching a man give a presentation on owls, and I glanced over, and saw a Barnes & Noble worker walking to a back room, with a trolley filled with boxes of Deathly Hallows. I flipped out.
The morning of July 21st was a stressful one. I woke up around 7:00, because my little ten year old body woke me up super early every single day, and I promptly made myself a bowl of cereal. My mom wasn’t up yet (because she never is), so when I had finished my breakfast, I went downstairs to my doorman to see if the book had arrived yet. Sadly, it hadn’t. Finally, around 9:30, I woke up my mom. At 10:00, she went to check if the book had arrived. As previously stated, our Amazon pre-orders usually came around this time. It hadn’t. She checked again at 11:00. And then she couldn’t take it anymore. She told me that she was going to go to our local Barnes & Noble and just get another copy, and our Deluxe Edition from Amazon would show up when it did. It took her about ten minutes to get the book and return (to be perfectly honest, that was real magic right there, considering the closest Barnes & Noble is like, 13 blocks away), and we immediately sat down to read. Literally, the next three days were dedicated to reading that book. Of course, there were many tears shed, many tissue boxes were emptied, and things came to a close. I distinctly remember that for the longest time before the last book was released, I thought for sure Harry was going to die. When he “did”, I yelled out “I KNEW IT!” like it was the proudest moment of my life.
For a couple weeks after finishing Deathly Hallows, I didn’t really know what to do with myself. Then came the brightest beacon of hope that pulled out of my funk faster than a Golden Snitch. My mom had won tickets to see J.K. Rowling herself read at Carnegie Hall. That night was AMAZING. It started out with me, my mother, and a bunch of her friends (whom she had met online through the Harry Potter fanfiction community; I’ll explain a bit of that later) having dinner together in a diner across the street from the Hall. A group of nine (I think, probably not) complete nerds, dressed in robes, and fan t-shirts, eating burgers and discussing who-knows-what about HP. And then, we went inside. She read from Deathly Hallows, specifically the scene where Ron comes back after leaving Harry and Hermione and Hermione’s response is to start beating him senseless (it was beautiful; Jo’s Hermione voice is fabulous. I want her to read me bedtime stories). After that, a select few were chosen to ask her questions. Of course, this was when J.K. revealed to the world that Dumbledore was gay, and had had feelings for Grindewald, but in my opinion, the highlight of the Q&A was when a little girl, eight years old, walked up to the microphone in full Gryffindor attire, and round glasses, and asked the most inappropriate question about sexual innuendos I’ve ever heard. Obviously, she didn’t think of the question, but still. She, very quietly, leaned towards the mic, and said very matter-of-factly: “In the Goblet of Fire Dumbledore said his brother was prosecuted for practicing inappropriate charms on a goat. What were the inappropriate charms he was practicing on that goat?” Her response? “I think that he was trying to make a goat that was easy to keep clean; curly horns. That’s a joke that works on a couple of levels. I really like Aberforth and his goats. But you know Aberforth having this strange fondness for goats if you’ve read book seven, came in really useful to Harry, later on, because a goat, a stag, you know. If you’re a stupid Death Eater, what’s the difference. So, that is my answer to you.” BEST. QUESTION. EVER. Then, she did a book signing. You could either have brought your own copy of a book for her to sign, or they were giving out copies of Deathly Hallows. My mom had brought our deluxe edition (it finally had come in the mail after a couple days), and I took the offered copy. We got to walk along the other side of the table where she was signing, and as she signed my copy, I blurted out: “You’re my idol!” like a dumbass. She smiled, looked up at me, and quietly replied: “Thank you, sweetie.” AND THEN I DIED. SHE CALLED ME SWEETIE. MY LIFE WAS COMPLETE.
(the little silver thing is a holographic sticker with an owl on it)
Then, came the year of darkness. Well, no one thought it was going be an entire year, but it did. In 2008, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince was supposed to open in November as a Christmas blockbuster, but some IDIOT decided that it would be better if it was released the following July, in the summer of 2009 (If you’d like to see the anger Lauren Fairweather and Hank Green were feeling about this situation through song, click here). This year was kind of a bummer for me also because for most of this year, my mom was working on on her uber-long fanfiction, “Trust & Betrayal: A Prequel” (it’s really good; you should read it, along with her other stories. My favorite is “Minding Harry”). Basically, I was ignored most of the year. Well, not exactly, because she did come to me for critiques, which according to her were quite helpful considering I was only eleven.
SPEAKING OF WHICH, I got into Hogwarts this year! On my birthday, I had a small pool party with about seven of my friends at the YMCA. After we swam for a bit, we hung out in one of their conference rooms, had cake, opened presents, and hung out for a while. This year most of my friends had gotten me purses (I don’t know why), but the best present was from my mom. She went outside the room for a minute, and when she came back, there was an owl puppet on her hand, with a letter in it’s mouth. She had found this girl in Canada who makes replica Hogwarts acceptance letters, and had gotten one for me. It was the best birthday ever.
(On the envelope it says: Miss Stella Jo Raffle-Wax / The Room In The Back / ~my address is covered~ / Brooklyn / New York / United States of America)
After I had gotten home from camp in 2008, my family planned to spend the last two weeks of our summer in London with my Dad’s cousins. I don’t really need to go into much detail about this trip, because most of it wasn’t HP-related, but on this trip we took little day trips out of London to other attractions around the city. On one of these trips, we went to Oxford, which, if you didn’t know, was where they filmed all the Great Hall scenes in the movies, and it’s also where they shot the scene in Sorcerer’s Stone when McGonnagall is explaining the Sorting to all the first years on the stairs (shown below with my dad).
Just when we thought the year was going to end without anymore Potter news from J.K., The Tales of Beetle The Bard was released (not to my knowledge) on December 4th, and I was ecstatic. I was kind of upset that it was so short, but I so Potter-deprived that I would do anything to have more story from J.K. My mom splurged a little, and bought the deluxe edition of the book for $100; don’t ask me why.
2009 finally rolled around, and the sixth movie was clear in sight. The entire fandom was getting psyched up, and the franchise was growing larger every day. Then on July 15th, Half-Blood Prince was released, and I was severely disappointed. I was so mad and upset with this film because they had left out everything important. All of Tom’s memories were gone, and there was no look into his childhood besides that one scene with Dumbledore where he sets the cabinet of fire in the orphanage. Ugh, that movie was awful.
2010 started up, and people started thinking that it was soon going to be “over” which is complete bullshit, because it will never be over, but whatever. For right now, we’ll say that it was starting to dawn on people that the movies were ending soon. The entire fandom was pretty much going ballistic. News about the Wizarding World of Harry Potter were flying in all directions, and fans were eager to see what the theme park would have to offer. Personally, I was curious as much as the next fangirl, but I’m not really one that goes to amusement parks for fun, and I really don’t like roller coasters (but I’ve told myself that no matter how scared I am, I’m going on that coaster at WWoHP no matter what). Also, we found out that Deathly Hallows was going to be split in two (cue the horcrux jokes). I remember a lot of my Potter-obsessed friends being really pissed about this, but I was actually happy with the decision. I knew that because there would be more time, more of the story would be put into both movies. I guess my friends didn’t really think about that aspect…
Then, in late October, I found Quidditch. Muggle Quidditch, that is. I had joined Tumblr early September and in late October, I saw a post about the Quidditch World Cup on November 13th and 14th. I was AMAZED. Obviously, I had to go. So, on November 13th, I dragged my dad out to Riverside Park in Manhattan in the bitter cold, to watch the New York Badassilisks face off again Tufts College in the last game of that night. It was awesome. I watched players get smashed with dodgeballs, the snitch take the Tufts seeker and fling him over his shoulder, keepers make awesome saves, and fun be had by all. Unfortunately, the Badassilisks didn’t make it onto the next round, but it didn’t matter, because Harry and the Potters performed for us right afterwards, and they brought the house down (well, we were outside, but whatever). Just this past weekend (Nov. 12th-13th, 2011), I went again to the QWC again with my friends Charlotte, Emily, Thomas, Vikki, Sophia, and Kelly. I was so proud of Alex (Benepe) to see how much the sport has grown from a World Cup of three pitches, two merch tables, and a small stage, to eight pitches, several merch tables and sponsers, and a full line-up of wrock bands, circus performers, sideshow acts, and comedians throughout the entire two days. If you don’t know what Muggle Quidditch is, your life is about to get a whole lot more awesome by clicking this because the IQA is super cool. Below are some photos from the QWC V.
(Left to right: Charlotte, Sophia, me, and Emily)
(HEADS DOWN! EYES CLOSED!)
(Charlotte was creepy and took pictures of these two little kids dueling with twigs)
(Thomas, second to last on the right, and his team: The Department of Homeland Sorcery)
(Ringling and The University of Vermont hug it out on Pitch 3, after a Ringling victory)
Right before Deathly Hallows Part 1 premiered, I remember that I needed to separate the books from the movies. I remembered how I felt after seeing HBP, because they left out so much, and I knew that because I only had two more chances to get excited about something new coming out, I needed to learn to critique the movies as just the movies, not in comparison to the books. I really am thankful that I did this, because I ended up really liking DHp1 (which is saying something, because the first half of the book is really just “the endless camping trip”, as my mother likes to call it). I unfortunately didn’t get to see it at midnight, but I ended up seeing it the following night with my mom, and my two friends Arielle and Sara. Of course, being the day after it was released, the theater was packed. I ended up sitting in the very back with Sara directly in front of me, Arielle was across the aisle from us, and my mom was at the very front. Sara and I were holding hands and crying the entire time.
Early 2010, probably around March, started getting really into wizard rock. I know, I was a little late to the party, but whatever. Bands like Harry and the Potters, Ministry of Magic, The Moaning Myrtles and Gred and Forge climbed up my Most Played list in iTunes. In November, just a few days after Deathly Hallows Part 1 was released, my friend (who is aforementioned) Sara and I went into Williamsburg to the NYC Wizard Rock Festival. Ten hours of hardcore wizard rockers. It was amazing. I got to talk to people like Lena Gabrielle (who wasn’t playing as The Butterbeer Experience, but rather on keys for The Blibbering Humdingers), Jason Munday, Alex Carpenter, Matt Maggacimo, Steph Anderson, Lauren Fairweather (who wasn’t playing either, but was just there with Matt), Aaron Nordyke, Luke Conard, Ryan Seiler and many others. I got to jam out to tons of wrock songs with people who were just as passionate about the music as I was. It was awesome. This was also where I signed up to be a part of the Harry Potter Alliance, but more on that later.
(Me with Jason Munday of Ministry of Magic. Sorry it’s so blurry, but Sara was freaking out and wouldn’t keep her hand still)
Shortly after that, in December, I went to the Brooklyn Yule Ball with my friends Emily and Vikki (who I mentioned earlier). It was AMAZEBALLS. Both Draco and the Malfoys and Harry and the Potters were playing and I had the BEST time.
I looked like this (although this picture is not from that night; I was wear the same thing, just with my Gryffindor tie around my waist and without the necklace):
Also, here is a photo of Vikki and I from that night:
[INSERT PHOTO HERE ONCE DIS BITCH DECIDES TO UPLOAD THE FUQIN THING]
I went again to the Yule Ball in 2011, with Thomas as my lovely date. This show was really important to me because it was the last time Draco and the Malfoys were playing together, as a band. During 99 Death Eaters, I started to cry, and even though I got a few weird looks from people, I knew that my friends who were surrounding me, were there for me. After this show, I had seen DatM perform a total of 27 times, and I was really sad to see them go. I guess we’ll always have them in out iPods and in our hearts.
(From left to right: Sasha, Brandon, Olivia, Charlotte, Thomas, and I)
I mentioned joining the Harry Potter Alliance a couple paragraphs back, so I might as well talk about a experiences with them. If you didn’t already know, the HPA is a charity organization that fights real-world problems, using parallels from Harry Potter. At the NYCWRF, I signed up to join the NYDA, the NYC chapter of the HPA, not really knowing what I was getting myself into. Just before the new year, I got an e-mail asking to RSVP to our January meeting on the 2nd. I accepted, and soon enough, I was at the Union Square Barnes & Noble cafe, looking over news about upcoming events. I was hooked. In March and April, I helped donate over 80 books to our monthly book drive, Accio Books, and also helped organize our main Accio Books event, called Wrock and Read, where we played games, read from Goblet of Fire, listened to Wizard Rock, and had awesome cookies (see below).
Wrock and Read: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, March 2011:
The aforementioned cookies ^
Voldy wants your books ^
The NYDA Accio Books collecter team! ^ (Left to Right: Jen, Malory, Lis, Tod, Pam, Sharon, Shrima, Saribel and Stella)
We raffled off a replica of Snape’s wand ^ (L to R: Lis [she wanted the wand], Shrima [she got the wand], Pam [she’s our Chapter Organzer])
Pam (the fearless leader) with our makeshift Goblet of Fire ^
As of right now, I am the acting “assistant” to the NYDA, which basically means that I’m in charge of our Twitter, Facebook, and the documents on our Meetup page. I know, I’m super cool. If you live in the New York City area, you should join! We’re loads of fun!
Then, things started to feel kind of weird. Time until Deathly Hallows Part 2 were drawing closer and closer. The whole fandom just kind of needed a group hug around mid-May when it started hitting most of us that it was going to be the last movie. And then, I left for camp. I had no interaction with the fandom for eight weeks, other than my parents sending me articles about Pottermore, LeakyCon, and the movie in general. On July 15th, I was sitting on my bed in my cabin, Mountain View, contemplating the fact that practically all of my friends were going to a movie theater. Earlier that day, I had lent out my Gryffindor tie to a counselor (who I’m also friend’s with, to be clear), Madeline, who had taken her day off that night to go see it at midnight. Don’t get me wrong, I was extremely glad to be at camp than at home, but I was just thinking about how this was it. This was the end of the story. And unlike my friend Amanda, who lay face down on her bed and wept openly, I didn’t cry, because I knew that the movie would be waiting for me on visiting day. Thankfully, my mom stayed up until 4 in the morning to do the whole “Magical Quill” thing for our Pottermore accounts, and sent me a letter complete with screenshots of that process (I’m ElmSpell5 and she’s RiverGold26; you should friend us).
About five days after the release of the last movie, the first session of summer camp ended, and there was a three day period of cleaning, moving cabins and getting ready for second session called intersession (I know this doesn’t really make sense because you don’t go to CLC, but just go with it). One of those three nights, all the campers who were there for intersession went to the Berkshire Mall to see either Deathly Hallows or Cars 2. You can take a wild guess as to which movie I picked. Yeah. Anyway, there I was, sitting next to Sara again, surrounded by people who didn’t really care about how much this meant to me, because they just wanted to know how it ends, but I was ecstatic. Like John Green, had put it, it’s not the actual watching of the movie that shows how special Harry Potter is for all of us, but it’s that half hour of waiting before the light dim and magic starts that you remember how far we’ve all come. Needless to say, I spent most of the movie digging my fingernails into Sara’s hand, crying my eyes out from when Snape was killed until the credits rolled, and flailing when Ron and Hermione kissed. After the lights came up, my friend Mikey turned around to me and Sara (while we were still bawling) and said: “I’ve never seen two people so passionate about something.” It made me sad. It made me sad to think that there are some people who will never experience Harry Potter the way I have. They’ll never make those friendships on a single common love for something. It made me sad to know that he’d never experience that. And didn’t even phase me when my friend Nicole said that it was “the worst movie out of all eight” or when I heard people talking about how the Draco/Voldemort hug was “so awkward oh my god why would they include that” because I was just on a Harry Potter high.
After seeing the movie, it hadn’t really hit me that it was over. That only hit me recently. And I know people say that it will never be over, and I know that. I know that the fandom will only grow stronger, and the books and movies will always be there, and there will always be new fanfics to read, and Pottermore is just getting started, but to know that there isn’t any more story to be revealed is heartbreaking. To know that after all these years, the story is complete. It seems impossible, doesn’t it? To think that it could ever end, but it has.
I feel like recently I haven’t been as much of a Potterhead as I usually am. There will always be new things that I get involved in, like Doctor Who and Glee, but I feel like I need some more “Potter” in my life, so to speak. This past summer was LeakyCon, and as much as I wish I could’ve gone, the pictures and videos were enough for me. Watching all those performances, dance parties and adventures swelled my heart with pride that this fandom is as loving and wonderful as it is. I needed those pictures and videos to remind me why I’m such a fan of HP, why I’m a nerd, why I’m a nerdfighter, why I’m so passionate about things.
I truly commend you if you’ve made to the end of this; I hope this gives people some insight into why Harry Potter is as important to me as it is. So thank you. Thanks to the fandom, to J.K., to Daniel Radcliffe and the rest of the cast of all the movies for bringing my characters to life, Team Starkid for showing me that it’s okay to laugh at the things you love, to the wizard rockers who brought a tune to my favorite moments, and to mom who brought me into this crazy world of magic and love. Thank you.
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