What is magic? To me, it is what makes the mundane days extraordinary.
Since I was a child there has been one constant magic: the world of Harry Potter. While witches and wizards, ghosts and goblins, and centaurs and phoenixes may seem absurd, they are some of the most meaningful creatures in the world for me.
J.K. Rowling and Harry Potter have taught me countless lessons formative for my being. Each and every character from the series has had a lasting impact on my life. Without Harry, I wouldn’t know the meaning of courage, even in times of great risk. Without Fred and George, I wouldn’t know how to relax and have fun. My most important character within the series is Hermione Granger. Despite her fictional status, Hermione taught me what it means to be a strong, amazing woman. I can only hope and strive to be the woman she was written to be.
The fictional seven years I spent in Hogwarts have been some of the best of my literary life. While the magic can be fantastical, the books also hold magic more enticing. Harry’s end-of-year battles in each book were remarkable, no doubt; but the crazy shenanigans his friend group would get into daily were that much more appealing. The magic of the series is within the relatability of its characters and themes.
Looking onwards, the magic of Harry Potter lies in the words consumed during each read. The magic of Harry Potter also resides in those who read it. For me, it established my love of reading, something that makes the boring and gloomy days worthwhile.
And now, the magic of Harry Potter is what makes me, a person entering her twenties, relive the childlike enthusiasm and happiness the movies and books brought and will always bring me. Always.