The words explode into my mind with excitement and adventure. The wands are raised with caution and sometimes lowered in hate and fear. The trail always leads to certain death; the day is saved with some kind of cost that is ever lasting.
Harry has guided me to his friends. They in turn have become my own friends. I wait in fear and excitement at what the next page reveals to me in this world I was invited into. The clock tells me it’s 3:55 AM, and yet for some reason I think if I can just make it to the next chapter, I can wait till the next day to find out what happens next.
It’s the real magic that world has that draws me closer to it. It’s the magic the whole story truly holds. I see the magic in my son of only five years who has only seen the movies and can never get enough of them.
He was only one year old when I held him in my arms and he watched with awe at the sorting hat in the movie. The laughter from such a small baby was astounding. He is five now, and raises his “Official” wand I bought him for his second year of being Harry for Halloween. In his best English accent, which he does pretty darn well, He says.
“I’m Harry Potter!”That is the strongest and best magic I have ever seen. I will always be a fan.