Finding My Way Back
When I was five, a boy with a lightning-shaped scar walked into my life.
Life was never the same.
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My mother bought a book.
A book about a boy.
A boy named Harry Potter.
Harry Potter was a wizard.
He went to a magic school.
I was hooked.
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As time went by, other kids my age were reading.
Reading by themselves.
About the boy called Harry Potter.
I was jealous.
I didn't read as fast as them.
School came first.
I always hated school.
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I hoped I would get to go to Hogwarts.
I was eight, and I was in love.
In love with Daniel Radcliffe.
In love with Harry Potter.
I would go to Hogwarts early.
And Harry and I would fall in love.
Things would be perfect.
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I finally finished the second book.
After the second movie, I stopped caring.
There were other things to do.
Other things to read.
I wouldn't finish as fast as anyone else.
I slowly gave up.
I slowly forgot.
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Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen.
Years went by.
I still didn't remember.
Remember why I ever cared.
Remember why I had ever loved him.
The boy with the lightning scar.
The boy named Harry Potter.
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He was still there.
Hovering around the edges.
I rolled my eyes, wondering why people were so crazy.
It was just a book.
It was just a movie.
It was just a story.
Nothing more.
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When I was fourteen, I saw the fifth movie.
And I remembered.
I remembered why I loved him.
The boy called Harry Potter.
And I found a new love.
A love for the boy with the toad.
The boy called Neville Longbottom.
I found the will to keep reading.
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Books three and four were tackled by October.
I was busy.
School was more important.
Book five took a little bit of time.
I had to start it three times before I finished.
By then I was sixteen.
But it was worth it.
Book six took a while.
But it was worth it.
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Movie six came the summer before I read the book.
I went to see it twice.
My feelings grew for the boy called Neville Longbottom.
The boy in the shadows, the boy who could have been the Chosen One.
I vowed to finish the series.
I was remembering my way back.
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Book seven was the hardest.
It took the longest.
It was difficult to read.
I almost stopped a few times.
But I kept going.
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Seven and eight came and went.
Seven would have to wait.
Eight was incredible.
I had found my way back.
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I am eighteen now.
It's been thirteen years.
Thirteen years of magic.
Thirteen years of struggle.
Thirteen years of adventure.
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I finally remember why I love them.
They are like friends.
Friends who are always there.
Waiting for you to come back.
No matter how long it takes.
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I wasn't always faithful.
I wasn't always enamored.
But it's okay.
Sometimes we get lost.
But J.K. Rowling assured us,
"Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home."
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When I was five, a boy with a lightning-shaped scar walked into my life.
When I was eight, I walked away from him.
When I was fourteen, I hesitantly tried to let him back in.
When I was eighteen, I welcomed him with open arms.
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I am proud to call myself a Potterhead.
I am proud to say that I stuck with Harry until the end.
It was hard at times, but Harry had troubles, too.
And it made me love him all the more.
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I am part of the Harry Potter generation.
I am part of a phenomenon that will go down in history.
I am part of a world that is legendary.
I am.
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"No matter how long you're away from [Hogwarts], there's always a way back."
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A/N: Hey! Thanks for reading! LOL I just wrote this spur-of-the-moment...I hope you liked it! And, yes, this is, roughly, what happened to me. Thank goodness I came to my senses! XD
Reviews are always appreciated! :)
