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

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