Dear Harry Potter,
You came into my life one random afternoon when I was sitting at home playing truant from school. I devoted hours of my childhood to you. Then I devoted hours of my teenage-hood to you. And funnily, my twenty-two year-old self still devotes hours to you.
I am not kidding when I say you shaped my childhood. You swept me away like you swept Ginny Weasley away. Even now when I close my eyes I can see you. I can see you giving your triwizard money to Fred and George. I can see Sirius telling you that you’d be a proper family when everything is over. I can see you choosing Gryffindor. You have taught me so many things. To be honest, you are still teaching me new things everyday.
From the first day I met you, you showed me what it is to be courageous in the face of great danger. You showed me that family goes beyond blood. You showed me loyalty and you became my go-to person for everything. When I was happy, I’d watch you. When I was devastated, I’d watch you. I grew every year, and every year I desperately wanted you to not grow. I wanted you to stay frozen as I remembered you – an eleven year-old trying to catch letters addressed to him because no one had ever addressed a letter to him.
Sometimes when I look back it baffles me how long it has been since you met Hagrid for the first time. I consider myself so lucky to have grown with you. After so many years of loving you and crying with you, I now know that no matter how strong that Obliviate charm might be, nothing could make me forget you. You have always been a part of me and I know that fourty year-old me will still consider Hogwarts her home.
Happy Birthday Harry Potter.
A potterhead for life.