Maybe it’s because I know I’d be in the house of Hufflepuff. I’m not brave enough to be in Gryffinndor. I am too much of a goody-two-shoes to be in Slytherin. Ravenclaw is a close second, but I don’t think I would ever be able to figure out the riddle passwords to get into my Hogwarts dorm room.
Maybe it’s because I feel like I know what Butterbeer and treacle tarts taste like. Maybe it’s because I can feel the warm, cozy buzz of sitting in Honeyduke’s on a chilly winter day catching up on Charms homework.
Maybe it’s because I love the thrill of watching a good game of Quidditch or the idea camping out for the World Cup with friends.
Maybe it’s because I know I would never want to be in the Tri-Wizard tournament, that I, too, would have disliked Lavendar Brown, and would cringe at receiving a howler from my Mom.
Maybe because I think my patronus would be a songbird. Maybe because I can see myself reading the Quibbler with Luna on the train.
Maybe because I think I’d be BFFs with Ginny. Maybe because I think I would start to be good friends with Hermione after I got used to her. (At first she would annoy me.)
Maybe because I know I would have joined the DA to protect my sorry self. (I don’t see myself being very good at defensive spells. Lack of rapid response.)
Maybe this is why I, along with many other people, have gotten lost in J.K. Rowling’s world of Harry Potter.
The last installment of Potter films premieres tonight at midnight. I am going tomorrow night (!!!) and can’t wait!
But I also feel a twinge of sadness. The same twinge I felt when I finished the Deathy Hallows book for the first time a few years ago. There was no more Hogwarts to learn about and explore.
Behold the power of a good book.
Fan fiction here I come!
Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
-J.K. Rowling, “King’s Cross,” Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, 2007, spoken by the character Albus Dumbledore
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