Now that I’m re-reading Harry Potter and Philosopher’s Stone just turned 17 (and because I can’t wait till July 31st – you know what happens on that day, right?), I wanted to explain why Harry Potter is so important in my life…
Harry Potter marked a generation! We all know that and most of us are proud to be part of that precise generation.
Books and movies that accompanied us for more than ten years is something quite remarkable… unforgettable and undeniable deep.
But for me there’s a deeper meaning… and I’m quite certain that I’m not the only one to whom Harry Potter touched deeply in the hardest of times… Harry Potter normally does that.
Quoting (and translating) my sister who once posted something on her blog that simply transmitted exactly what Harry Potter means to us:
“The truth is that this movie is the last of a saga that accompanied us during a complicated decade filled with bad luck and bad happenings.
From books to movies, this was the Universe in which we took refuge.
It was Ron who made us laugh when our reality didn’t permitted.
It was with and by Harry that we cried when we didn’t had strength to it for ourselves.
It was by talking about the books that we left the pain of our present behind and it was those moments, in between theories and discoveries that allowed us to find strength to be here today, proudly alone, but always united and head held up high.”
The main reason why Harry Potter is so important to me and my sister, and consequently my mother, has to do with the fact that we started reading the books at the same time that my father left home.
Suffering from such a profound wound in our lives, we turned to this magical saga as an escape from this raw and cruel reality. And it helped us through the long years it took my parents to finally legalize their divorce.
Let’s just say that my parents signed their divorce in 2011! Does that year tell you something? Yes, when the last Harry Potter movie came out.
It felt like closing a cycle, a hard cycle that took ten years to scar. Harry Potter entered our lives when my father decided to leave us.
So, whenever someone tells me that Harry Potter is just a book, a movie, a fictional character and that it doesn’t exist, I simply want to Avada Kedrava him/her for they don’t know how this saga helped us go through such a rough time.
It’s so much more than a book or movies, it was my entire adolescence, the one thing that was abruptly taken away and cannot be repaid or/and repaired. I lived my teenage-hood through these characters, these stories, this magical Universe that felt more real than reality itself. More like home than home itself.
And we learnt more with these books than with anything else in the world.
And whenever I feel down, I simply need to read the books, to watch the movies, to listen the soundtracks, see gifs online to remember that we can go through anything as long as we stick together and believe in magic… the magic of believing that everything will be alright in the end.
And also because we grew-up surrounded by these characters who felt real to us – who are real to us.
Therefore, thank you J.K. Rowling and Harry Potter for my childhood, my life, my constant strength when facing the Dementors of this reality.
PS: you have no idea how much I cried while writing this!!!