Thank you, Harry. For being a comfort back in the Spring of 2000 when I needed it most. I came home from a trip to the bookstore having splurged on the first three books in the series because I needed a distraction in my life. I was struggling as a single working mother finishing her college degree and those three books – which I finished in one weekend – brought me the joy I needed most during those anxiety-filled days.
Thank you, Harry. For introducing me to the world of Midnight Events as a fan. My first midnight book release was on July 8, 2000 and I was immediately sucked into a kingdom of fans I’d be part of forever. I’ve been to every midnight book and movie release since. Several times in costume. And always – since that first one – with E in tow.
Thank you, Harry. For giving E and I something to share. When the Order of the Phoenix was released, he was finally old enough to have read several of the books and to be part of the enthusiasm surrounding the fifth. He has been anxiously waiting for each book and movie by my side ever since.
Thank you, Harry. For teaching me about bravery and loyalty. About mistakes and forgiveness. About love and the power of good. And about how heroism can come in the strangest of packages. Sometimes in a small (but free) elf, other times in an awkward teenager.
Thank you, Harry. For giving me the gift of anticipation again. As an adult, I do not find myself excited with anticipation like I did in my youth looking forward to things like prom, or graduation, or first dates and first kisses. You have given me something to dream about, which I might have forgotten how to do otherwise. Even now, before the final film, I find myself looking to the future with Pottermore, and to enjoying you with my younger children who have already learned to love you as E and I do.
Thank you, Harry. For helping me make friends in other adults as swept away by your world as I am. I have found kindred spirits who are willing to attend midnight premieres, even though it’s way past our bedtime. Friends who brings me edible treats from the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, knowing I’ll never eat them and simply display them on a shelf for years to come. Friends who get Harry Potter tattoos and can’t wait for me to finally decide on my own. Friends who have cried when I have cried. Laughed when I have laughed. And held your stories close to their hearts as I have.
Thank you, Harry. For being such a big part of the life of my oldest child. He has grown up with you and I have been able to be there to enjoy it every step of the way. He has helped me bring his younger brother and sister into your world so that we can watch them grow up with you as well.
Thank you, Harry.