Yes...I admit it...I am a grown woman who loves reading Harry Potter. I've even joined the community on Orkut... :)
There are a lot of reasons why I love the Harry Potter series...going back to the time when i read the 1st book...Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. It was the day I fell in love...so what if i lied to the librarian and said the book was for "my niece"...
I had to read the next one....The Chamber of Secrets...and by now...I was in for life....the story...the characters....they were as real as magical creatures could be....
Then came "The Prisoner of Azkabhan"...and i felt for Harry's pain...to find true family and to have it taken away again...
Goblet of fire was the tip of the iceberg....the build-up...the budding romances...the drama...the action...it was a perfect pot-boiler.....but once again it was the end that stayed with me...to face your biggest fear...your biggest enemy....surviving might seem like success....but only the survivor knows the trauma that hides behind it....the death of Cedric Diggory was the death of childhood innocence...
The Order of the Phoenix was the start of a new beginning....the preparation for the fight to the end...a dark book filled with lies, danger and of course death....Sirius' death brought back the ghosts of the past as Harry struggled to accept yet another loss of life...one by one the shield around Harry were going down....
The 6th book was a little refreshing in the beginning as Harry finds some resemblance to a normal life...break-ups...love...small victories over studies....almost too good to be true...and it was. With Dumbledore's death...Harry was naked to Voldemort's destruction...With a mission left to finish...he had to give up everything that was most dear to him...all that he had was his friends....his biggest strength and the one thing that Voldemort could never take away from him...
The last and the final book...the answer to all the questions raised in the previous books...tough choices...sacrifices...heroics....love...loss....and triumph...the perfect end to a perfect saga.
But let me be clear about soemthing...i love the Harry Potter books...not the movies. Harry is a normal boy whose lfe has taken extra-ordinary turns. He is not a handsome hero. He is not a goody-two-shoes. He has a terrible temper. He has hormonal impulses. He has insecurities. He has lost enough to fear for his life and loved ones. He is not a sacrificing noble soul..he understands that some things are just not meant to be. How many of us have wished that we could escape the mundane realities of our life and find acceptance in a world of wonder....
I was dreadened by the rumour that harry might be killed in the final book. I am glad he's not. As long as we know he's still alive...I know hope and wonder is alive. That innocence is alive. I hope to leave the legacy of his sweet boy and his extra-ordinary tale to my children. So that they too can bask in the magic that is Harry Potter.
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