There was a time when I went with my mother during their company outing. I was so young and adults surrounded me, so naturally I kept quiet during the entire roadtrip. Among the adults that were with me, the youngest was the daughter of one of my mother’s officemates, who was in already in college at that time. Still, there was a huge gap since I was just in 1st or 2nd grade at that time. She came from a quite rich family and in fact, we were using their car during that trip. At one point, my mother and her co-workers decided to stop by the house of their old colleague who happened to live near our vacation spot. Obviously, us “young ones” could care less with that reunion and since they were only taking a brief visit, they decided to let us stay inside the car. *AWKWARD MOMENT*. Dead air filled the car and because of the age gap, there was nothing to talk about between us so we had to find ways to kill boredom by ourselves. She was sitting beside the driver’s seat and I was behind her, near the car door when she called out to me and asked me to hand over a book that was in the car door pocket (or whatever you call it.) So being the obedient little boy that I was, I handed her the book.
…I should have known that at that moment, I just held a precious puzzle piece in my life.
I was only able to see the cover of the book quickly, just before she took it from my hands. I wasn’t able to remember how it really looked, but at that moment when I saw the cover I thought it was “something teenagers would read and probably something only they would understand”. Looking back, I can remember seeing a boy riding a broom, his right hand trying to grab something.
Few years later, a movie adaptation of a famous book series came to life, and at that time, I would have called that movie the epitome of awesome. I wasn’t really able to see it on big screen – which I totally regret, but I was young and had no savings so there was nothing I could do when my parents said NO to watching it in a movie theater – so my dad bought me a pirated CD (they are mean, I know. First they didn’t make me watch it on big screen THEN they made me watch from an illegal source.) and had to watch from there. God, I can’t remember how many times I watched that movie. Everytime I would go home from school, I would watch that movie first rather than doing my homework. Everytime I would turn on the CD player my family would say, “It’s that movie again.”. I don’t care though. They can complain all they want but I’m still watching that movie. Then I concluded, I am addicted to this. I had to read the books, and watch the sequels of the movie. I didn’t want to – I needed to. Then one day, I saw it again. The book that my mother’s officemate’s daughter asked me to hand her. I didn’t recognize it at first, but then I just felt like I saw that book already. Then it all came back to me, the memory of holding a book like the one in my hands before. And then I laughed, knowing that I already met my childhood hero briefly years ago… that I had already met Harry Potter.
This might sound cheesy, but I guess its fate that I encountered Harry that one boring day. It was already manifesting its awesomeness to me even I though I was clueless about its existence. After that, I lived life with Harry Potter and his friends. I grew up with him, and in some way influenced my way of living.
After many years, the story in books have ended and recently, the theaters released the final movie as well. It was a good ten-year run for the movies, an era that brought me happiness. A decade that filled the dull parts of my childhood. I find it quite funny that I’m being so dramatic over this, but I am thankful that I had been with Harry up to this point of my life. It’s really great to have a wonderful childhood hero and friend. Thank you Harry and thank you J. K. Rowling. It was great being with you but it is already known to everyone that all good things come to an end. I guess I have to grow up from my childhood:D
For years, I waited for an owl to send me a letter accepting me at Hogwarts, but I guess no owl will ever come. Even though I haven’t really been there, I shall forever remember what J. K. Rowling said… “Hogwarts will always be our home.”. I will always remember how much the adventures of Harry has made magic in me, even in that quick moment when I first held the book. I will always take Harry with me every step of the way in hopes of one day, I can defeat my own Voldemort.:D