Unordinary Bedtime Stories

                             

          Most little girls read classic fairytale bedtime stories; I on the other hand grew up with a different type of magic. Harry Potter, to me, was not just another main character in a series, but part of my childhood. Lots of people won’t understand why I admire Harry so much, they think “Oh, just another hero fighting a villain,” but it’s much more than that. As long as he could remember, Harry lived unwanted, unloved, until one day a letter came in the mail that changed his entire life. He soon found his place and realized how important he was; he must save the entire wizarding world from most evil dark wizard of all time, Lord Voldemort. Starting at the young age of 11, Harry’s bravery saved not only his, but other’s lives as well, multiple times. I would say that Harry and I are alike because he had a strong love for his friends and family, he would do anything for them, and so would I, but maybe not fend off hundreds of giant spiders or watch over their brother, a 16 foot tall giant for them. But in other ways, like bravery and personality, no, I don’t have as much endeavor as him. It may be weird to say that I have a connection to Harry, but it’s true. When reading the book, I feel like I understand the way he was feeling, his excitement on the very first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, or his anger towards Lord Voldemort and his followers, for murdering his parents when he was only one year old. He kept me intrigued with not only his feelings and thoughts, but his actions, like jumping on top of a fire-breathing dragon to escape being caught stealing from a bank. Harry kept me entertained me throughout the entire series, not once was I disappointed in Harry Potter.

"I suspect the nargles are behind it," -Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix