((Note: Even though this is classified as a fanfic, this is a true story, the story of one Potterhead, and the years in which I grew up.))
I'm proud to call myself a Potterhead. It's a title I've justly earned. Especially now. As our first mwaka without Harry Potter draws to a close, all of us think back, back over the journey that brought us here.
My entrance into the world could hardly be called remarkable. The tarehe of my birth wouldn't become widely known for several years. I was born on July 31st, 1993, at 1:25 in the morning.
The first few years of my life are nothing but a blur, now. wewe could almost say my life began five years after my birth, in August of 1998. This time, thirteen years zamani now, was the beginning of it all. J.K. Rowlingreleased Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone in 1998. Not long after the book's release, I became , quite possibly, the youngest Potterhead in history.
The book was aliyopewa to me kwa my kindergarten teacher. Since I was barely five, I was still too young to really understand the book. My mom turned it into my bedtime story, kusoma part of it every night to me. Out of the mists of my memories, I can still hear her voice, kusoma the story. "Chapter one, the Boy Who Lived…" Those few words began something that lasted for most of my life.
And so, as the years began to pass, I became a devoted Potterhead, even though the term hadn't reached my ears yet. I was young, yet I dreamed of Hogwarts letters winging their way towards me. I had quite a bit of merchandise from that time, most of which is still in my posession. The Harry Potter vitabu were, for quite some time, the longest vitabu in my library.
I spent hours poring over the books. When the first songesha was released, I went tosee it for my birthday. That was in the summer of 2001. Even then, I was still young. When Voldemort made his first appearance, I had to hide my face. Yet the movie had a zaidi lasting effect. Soon after seeing the movie, I returned to the books, and rereadd the first one. And that was when something strange happened. I heard the actors from the movie saying their lines as I read the book.
zaidi time began to pass. I can remember refusing to see the sekunde movie in the theater, due to a certain preview inaonyesha the Polyjuice sequence. After that, I didn't see another one of the moviex in the theater, not for many zaidi years.
***
As the years went on, I was no longer as devoted as before. I read the books, and saw the sinema some time after they came out, but that was all. Even though I slept on the same mto as before, I no longer dreamed of Hogwarts letters. I had hidden my Potterhead past, seemingly for good.
In July of 2011, exactly ten years since the sinema began, and thirteen since the series began, the final movie was released. As soon as I saw the previews, I knew what I wanted to do for my eighteenth birthday, the siku my childhood ends and I become an adult.
As was fitting for my life, I saw the last movie in the theater, the only other Harry Potter movie I saw that way since Sorcerer's Stone. As the last scene faded to black, I could feel tears in my eyes. Not only was I crying for the end of the movie, but the end of my childhood as well. I couldn't quite force myself to set Harry aside. He had always been such a major force in my life. Yet I had to.
***
The first months were the easiest, actually. Occasionally I would have a moment, a moment where I would remember something. But they were few and far between. It wasn't until January 2012 that I reconnected with my inner Potterhead. I found people who knew almost as much as I did, who grew up with Harry, who I could connect with. I really found a place where I belonged. I found my Hogwarts in this very spot.
***
As we songesha into our sekunde mwaka without Harry in our lives, we can at least look back and proudly call ourselves Potterheads. "Always."
***
The past few months made me notice quite a few things I missed before. I was born July 31. I am very nearsighted. My name, Johanna, can easily be shortened to Jo, if I'd let you. My dark brown hair is a thick, untameable mess. My glasses are oval in shape. And, most curoius of all, I grew up with a family that never really understood me.
***
((I would upendo to hear your thoughts. Also, *wink wink* if wewe know someone that became a Potterhead at a younger age than me, I'd upendo to hear about them. Feel free to share your own story.))
I'm proud to call myself a Potterhead. It's a title I've justly earned. Especially now. As our first mwaka without Harry Potter draws to a close, all of us think back, back over the journey that brought us here.
My entrance into the world could hardly be called remarkable. The tarehe of my birth wouldn't become widely known for several years. I was born on July 31st, 1993, at 1:25 in the morning.
The first few years of my life are nothing but a blur, now. wewe could almost say my life began five years after my birth, in August of 1998. This time, thirteen years zamani now, was the beginning of it all. J.K. Rowlingreleased Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone in 1998. Not long after the book's release, I became , quite possibly, the youngest Potterhead in history.
The book was aliyopewa to me kwa my kindergarten teacher. Since I was barely five, I was still too young to really understand the book. My mom turned it into my bedtime story, kusoma part of it every night to me. Out of the mists of my memories, I can still hear her voice, kusoma the story. "Chapter one, the Boy Who Lived…" Those few words began something that lasted for most of my life.
And so, as the years began to pass, I became a devoted Potterhead, even though the term hadn't reached my ears yet. I was young, yet I dreamed of Hogwarts letters winging their way towards me. I had quite a bit of merchandise from that time, most of which is still in my posession. The Harry Potter vitabu were, for quite some time, the longest vitabu in my library.
I spent hours poring over the books. When the first songesha was released, I went tosee it for my birthday. That was in the summer of 2001. Even then, I was still young. When Voldemort made his first appearance, I had to hide my face. Yet the movie had a zaidi lasting effect. Soon after seeing the movie, I returned to the books, and rereadd the first one. And that was when something strange happened. I heard the actors from the movie saying their lines as I read the book.
zaidi time began to pass. I can remember refusing to see the sekunde movie in the theater, due to a certain preview inaonyesha the Polyjuice sequence. After that, I didn't see another one of the moviex in the theater, not for many zaidi years.
***
As the years went on, I was no longer as devoted as before. I read the books, and saw the sinema some time after they came out, but that was all. Even though I slept on the same mto as before, I no longer dreamed of Hogwarts letters. I had hidden my Potterhead past, seemingly for good.
In July of 2011, exactly ten years since the sinema began, and thirteen since the series began, the final movie was released. As soon as I saw the previews, I knew what I wanted to do for my eighteenth birthday, the siku my childhood ends and I become an adult.
As was fitting for my life, I saw the last movie in the theater, the only other Harry Potter movie I saw that way since Sorcerer's Stone. As the last scene faded to black, I could feel tears in my eyes. Not only was I crying for the end of the movie, but the end of my childhood as well. I couldn't quite force myself to set Harry aside. He had always been such a major force in my life. Yet I had to.
***
The first months were the easiest, actually. Occasionally I would have a moment, a moment where I would remember something. But they were few and far between. It wasn't until January 2012 that I reconnected with my inner Potterhead. I found people who knew almost as much as I did, who grew up with Harry, who I could connect with. I really found a place where I belonged. I found my Hogwarts in this very spot.
***
As we songesha into our sekunde mwaka without Harry in our lives, we can at least look back and proudly call ourselves Potterheads. "Always."
***
The past few months made me notice quite a few things I missed before. I was born July 31. I am very nearsighted. My name, Johanna, can easily be shortened to Jo, if I'd let you. My dark brown hair is a thick, untameable mess. My glasses are oval in shape. And, most curoius of all, I grew up with a family that never really understood me.
***
((I would upendo to hear your thoughts. Also, *wink wink* if wewe know someone that became a Potterhead at a younger age than me, I'd upendo to hear about them. Feel free to share your own story.))
I had a thought...
I'm sure I'm not the only one who is wondering how on earth Harry, Ron and Hermione could destroy all those horcruxes when Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizards ever almost died trying to destroy two of them.
And since Dumbledore and Harry really aren't the only ones who know about Voldemort's horcruxes, its possible that RAB has actually done the work for them without Voldemort realising it. Its possible that he actually destroyed all the horcruxes besides Nagini but somehow didn't live to tell anyone.
So the only horcrux that they would have to destroy would be the snake. Remember Voldemort only made Nagini a horcrux in Goblet of Fire. So she is at least one horcrux left that we know still exists.
I can't see Harry, Ron and Hermione managing to destroy 4 horcruxes without one of them dying au getting seriously injured. That could happen too however...
CAN'T WAIT TILL IT COMES OUT! 5 DAYS TO GO!
I'm sure I'm not the only one who is wondering how on earth Harry, Ron and Hermione could destroy all those horcruxes when Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizards ever almost died trying to destroy two of them.
And since Dumbledore and Harry really aren't the only ones who know about Voldemort's horcruxes, its possible that RAB has actually done the work for them without Voldemort realising it. Its possible that he actually destroyed all the horcruxes besides Nagini but somehow didn't live to tell anyone.
So the only horcrux that they would have to destroy would be the snake. Remember Voldemort only made Nagini a horcrux in Goblet of Fire. So she is at least one horcrux left that we know still exists.
I can't see Harry, Ron and Hermione managing to destroy 4 horcruxes without one of them dying au getting seriously injured. That could happen too however...
CAN'T WAIT TILL IT COMES OUT! 5 DAYS TO GO!
2. Luna is a true Ravenclaw, underneath all that quirkiness, there is a layer of intelligence. She's the one who led Harry to the Grey Lady and she spoke the last words for Dobby.
3. No matter, how flawed wewe are, Luna will always see the good things about you.
4. Luna doesn't care what wewe think of her, she's different and proud of it. For example, she always wears her figili, radish earrings and Spectra-specs, and she doesn't care if it looks odd.
Rickman breathed his last on the 14th of January, 2016 in London.