Fangirl for Life

I had my first crush when I was only five years old.

He was six years older than me and lived across an ocean,

But age and distance didn't matter to me,

You see, he was perfect: messy black hair and brilliant green eyes,

Brave and funny and nice. His only flaw was that

He wasn't… exactly… real.

Harry Potter had captured my heart for eternity.

My Rowling, how I wished and hoped that I was a witch

And could hitch a ride on that famed locomotive, the Hogwarts Express

So I could express my undying love for the Boy Who Lived.

I wanted to put him under my spell and

Charm him into being my Prince Charming.

In my five-year-old mind, everything would work out

And we would all live Happily Ever After

At the Burrow with the Weasleys.

And if we ever had a fight, I could

Tell him to go to Azkaban where the only

Kiss he would get is from a dementor.

But alas, I realized that like Luna Lovegood's nargles and crumple-horned snorkaks,

Harry Potter and his world of wizardry is not real.

No amount of Latin mutterings will cause my pencil to float

Or make my enemies vomit slugs.

I will never tug the Sorting Hat over my head

And hear it shout "RAVENCLAW!"

Or escape the maw of some hideous beast in the Forbidden Forest.

What is more, I won't ever be able to soar high above on a broomstick

Or fake sick with a Fever Fudge.

How I yearn for my escape to become reality!

Wouldn't it be fun to pop under the Invisibility Cloak

And prank Malfoy and the Slytherins?

I'd love to get my hands on the Marauder's Map

And get to know the whereabouts of everyone in the castle.

I want to make the Golden trio into a quartet

And go on grand adventures instead of living

My mundane, muggle life in the suburbs.

I mean, my life is pretty good, but wouldn't it be better

If I received a letter delivered by owl or

If Dumbledore showed up on my doorstep to tell me that I'm a witch?

Believe me, I do comprehend that none of this is ever going to happen.

(For Merlin's sake, I'm not even British!)

I know it's all just a fanciful dream,

But it seems that I will never get over my first crush.

For my love of these novels is larger than Hagrid

And I will remain a fangirl for life.