The first time I ever heard of Harry Potter, I was sick and in the hospital. My mom had my aunt bring her the second Harry Potter movie that had just came out. I remember, sitting there, huddled under the blankets, trying not to puke and shivering with fear. Because, I thought Dobby was freaky.
A year or so passed.
That's when the legacy started for me.
I was seven, and in a show, and being a child, I spent most of the time sitting backstage keeping out of trouble.
My mother had a tape player (that's how long ago it was) and ear phones and the cassettes of Harry Potter. She let me listen, and I sat in rapture, hour after hour, listening to Harry Potter: and the Sorcerers stone. I was entranced by Jim Dale's voice, the magic, the owls, everything.
I wanted more.
I remember one thing especially, how mad I was when one little boy started listening to it when I was on stage! He had lost my place! What was I to do?
I found it again, but in those frantic minutes, all I could think about was how much I hated him.
I finished listening to the first book, and boy, was I hooked. Nothing else mattered. Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Harry Potter.
I read all the books, slowly, going over it in my head, making up my own outcomes.
Even then, I would dream about Harry, what was going to happen, and who was going to win.
When the sixth book came out, We were on the road, heading towards the beach.
I remember, at midnight, my mom making my dad stop at a walmart for the Half Blood prince. She read with feverishness, and I can remember thinking 'they say Dumbldore is dying.'
I read the sixth. I cried. And cried.
On my eleventh birthday, I sat all day, waiting for that letter, waiting. waiting. Needless to say, it never came. And I admit, to this day, I still harbor the hope it will come. Apologizing for its lateness. Bearing my name, my address, and my room.
Then at midnight, I woke up, sure I heard Hagrid pounding on the door, bearing a cake, and a pink umbrella, and sure he was going to turn my little sister into a pig. Or try too.
When the seventh book was coming out, the fifth movie was coming out.
I have always disliked the movies, they didn't stay true to the books. It started with the fourth, and got worse and worse.
I got in trouble that week, and my dad was thinking of the worst punishment he could give me. 'you can't read the seventh book. you have to wait a week.'
Oh, the woes. I was sobbing, saying anything else, please daddy. Anything else.
He wouldn't budge.
Oh, how those few days felt like an eternity. Everyday I would call my best friend, who was also reading the series, 'whats happened? whats going on?'
My whole family was hooked by then.
Mother, Father, Baby sister.
We would sit for hours, discussing. Snape, The sword, Harry, His scar, Voldemort, everything. And to this day, we still do.
My mother sat in bed reading the book,
And my dad bought a second Deathly hallows, just so he could read it.
And finally, the time came for me to read it!
I can tell you, I felt numb. I couldn't believe it!
Fred and Bellatrix, my favorite characters, Dead! Dobby, dead!
I sobbed.
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Over the few years in between the seventh movie and seventh book, I read the books over and over again, I listened to them over and over again. The magic and Owls still amazing me.
When we went to the second half of the seventh movie, I wore my invisibility cloak. And my deathly hallows tee.
Sitting there, I stared at the screen in rapture.
From the time of Snape's death, when Harry caught his tears in a vial, I sobbed. I smiled happily as I saw them all together and safe after Voldemort's death.
I know the legacy is not over. All my children, my children's children, and their children will read Harry Potter, they will sit on their eleventh birthday, waiting for that letter, hoping into their late teen years still.
Because,as Dumbldore says: you will find that i will only truely have left this school when none left here are loyal to me.
So all we must do, is remain loyal. And Harry will stay in our hearts.
Mischief managed.
But not for long.
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