An introverted 12-year old girl stared wide-eyed, as a young green-eyed wizard with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead waltzed into her life and changed it forever.

She was delighted to know that she was born on the day that the first book was published, he very same year too. She felt that she had some kind of magical connection to the world of magic, which later became a worldwide phenomenon.

Six years down the lane, she believes that it was the best thing that could have ever happened to her.
This is a fangirl’s tribute to the woman who changed her life, through the books she had written.
Yes. I am talking about Harry Potter.
Harry Potter was the one book that helped me continue my romance with reading novels and responsible for making me read more.
But, most of all, it was the magical world where I could escape into. The one place I felt happy. I believed that the characters were my friends, that I was best friends with Hermione, the character I could identify the most with. I have the same bushy hair, obsession with books, and the need to do something good in the world. Twelve years old me was also a loner, studious, very concerned about school, and had a lot of insecurities.
I went on adventures with the Trio, cheered for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, cried when Sirius Black, Fred Weasley, Remus Lupin and Tonks died, and felt happy for the survivors, although that happiness was tinged with a bit of sorrow.
It was the one fandom, whose fan fictions were devoured voraciously by me, perhaps, to make up for the lack of more books. I started writing for the public, by writing fan fictions, when I was around 13.
Harry Potter taught me to believe in myself.
It taught me that it is okay to be different.
It taught me that bookworms rule the world.
It taught me that happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one just remembers to turn on the lights.
It taught me that a person’s character can be judged not by how he treats his equals, but by how he treats his inferiors.
It taught me that there is a bit of light and dark in each and everyone of us, but it is the side that we choose to act on. That makes us who we are.
Before I die, I hope I could tell JKR how much of a role her books played in shaping my childhood.
Thank you, J. K. Rowling, for creating a magical childhood for an entire generation, and for the generations to come.
Happy birthday, Queen of our hearts, and the boy wizard who stole our hearts! 🙂
P.S. If any Indian fan is reading this post, here’s something you might like. 😛