You know Snape would call Edward a sparkling fairy princess.

You read the number 394 in Snape's voice.

You get all excited when your textbook assignment is on page 394.

You know the difference between an animagus and a werewolf.

When you drink tea you act like Professor Trelawney.

You see a bunch of redheads and immediately think of the Weasleys.

You sort everyone into Houses.

Your schooltime daydreams just so happen to be about Harry Potter.

You can't help being sad when you think of Dobby.

You chew a girl out because she says Twilight is better than Harry Potter.

You can name all the Weasleys with ease.

Ugly rats make you think of Pettigrew.

You take sparklers and wave it around like a wand while reciting spells.

HP means Harry Potter to you, no matter what it stands for. (I have a Harry Potter laptop.)

Daniel Radcliffe tries to star in other films and you will always know him as Harry Potter. Forever. So get over it, Daniel.

You know exactly how old Albus was when he died.

You will always hate Umbridge. (That toad. No offense, Trevor.)

Someone sees CEDRIC and says "Hey, it's Edward!" You freak out and chew them out.

Your HP fan club in third grade was named "Dumbledore's Army".

You go onto Cleverbot and ask it HP trivia questions.

"Why so serious?" translates to "Why so Sirius?"

It's cold and foggy outside, and you keep watching for dementors.

You look up recipes for butterbeer online.

A reference to HP instantly makes your day a thousand times better.

You've dressed up as Harry Potter for Halloween at least once. Come on. Admit it.