*Nineteen Years Later*
Today is Harry Potter Epilogue Day. It’s the date, nineteen years from the Battle of Hogwarts, when Albus Severus will board the Hogwarts Express for the first time, stressing out about what house he will be placed in. It’s the date that Ron and Harry see Scorpius Malfoy for the first time. It’s the date we find out that Harry is happily married to Ginny with three children and Ron and Hermione are married with two children. It’s the date we found out “All was well.”
In honor of epilogue day, I’m going to talk yet again about what Harry Potter has meant to me over the years. It’s so much more than a book and movie series to me and many people don’t understand my passion for it. I received the first three books as a gift from my parents on Christmas Day during my fifth grade year. I accidentally picked up the second book first and was very confused, but figured out within the first few pages what I had done. I read all three books in about two days and then I just had to keep re-reading them because the fourth book wouldn’t come out until July 8, 2000, the summer between fifth and sixth grade.
My friends and I would pretend to be Ron, Harry, and Hermione and run around with sticks for wands. I received my copy of Goblet of Fire in the mail and couldn’t put it down, barely sleeping and taking it to summer camp with me during the day until I finished it. I had to wait almost three years for the fifth book, which came out the summer after 8th grade. I started suffering from depression in seventh grade, so the books got dark around the time my life did.
In high school, there were a couple of times when I was suicidal, but decided not to kill myself because I had to know how Harry Potter ended (and I couldn’t leave my family behind, but Harry Potter was a big factor, too). J.K. Rowling quite literally saved my life with the books she wrote. Aside from needing to know how the books would end, the books gave me hope. More than being stories about magic, they are stories about love, hope, family, friendship, courage, loyalty and good conquering evil. The characters may be fictional, but they are like old friends to me. J
.K. Rowling taught me that Dementors don’t have to be the end and that I can survive hard feelings. She created the Dementors as an allegory for depression and I can’t think of a better one in any literature I’ve read. They suck all of the happiness away and make you feel as though you’ll never be cheerful again, which is exactly what depression does to me.
When I find myself feeling sad or lonely, watching or reading Harry Potter always makes me feel better about my life, even if it’s just temporary. So Happy Epilogue Day. I hope the Harry Potter series can bring joy and peace to others the way it does for me. I’m off to watch some Harry Potter!