A Tribute to Harry Potter

A Tribute to Harry Potter

“Alas it’s over” - phrase which always comes to mind when I finish a novel. The book goes back to the
shelves and it hardly gets the warmth of my hands again. It never mattered whether its’ Robert Langdon,
Hercule Poirot or Sherlock, never had any attachments with the characters. For me it was just another
book or just another character or just another art of fiction. But when it comes to Harry Potter,
things are different.

For me it all started in the year 2002, when my sister brought a book from her friend. It took her two
days to finish that book. I had never seen her getting deep into any of her novels. Out of curiosity
I asked her about the book. She said, “Its’ about an orphan, who has got magical powers”.
It sounded interesting to me and by the time I asked her for the book, it was gone.

It was the month of April; I was staying in a hostel. My friend bought a book for his kid brother.
My eyes went wide when I saw the book, it was the one that my sister had. And for the next
two days I was in the wonder world of Harry, Hermione and Ron. I saw him fighting Basilisk in the
Chamber of Secrets. And when it got over, it had left its charm over me. I searched
for the first part and started my journey with Harry Potter, the kid who survived ‘Avada Kedavara’.
Then on I never missed any part. I waited for the next whenever a part got finished.

‘Order of Phoenix’, the best part I have ever read. Never thought that JK will portrait her protagonist
as a figure of total ignorance and stupidity. Kudos to her courage, her charm worked again and
I was able to see Harry as someone from our own herd of people, who was very much prone to mistakes.
By the time I finished that book in the candle light, I started thinking about him. I felt empathetic to the little kid.

Yesterday I finished reading the last book. At the time when I reached the 36th chapter, I felt like not reading
the book further. It was not because I was not curious about the climax, it was because I knew that this is the
last book and I won’t be seeing Harry Potter again.

I was there to adore him when he was a little kid lying in small basket, when Dumbledore gave that kid to Dursleys’,
I was there to feel his pain when he was treated badly by his Uncle and Aunt,
I was there to sing n applaud when he celebrated his birthday with Hagrid,
I was there to wonder with my eyes wide open when he first crossed Platform 9 ¾,
I was there with trembling hands and legs when he first fought Lord Voldermort,
I was there to feel the wind when he flew in Mr. Weasleys’ car,
I was there with fear and agony when he fought Basilisk,
I was there with all my curiousness when he first met Sirius,
I was there to enjoy when he formed his first Petronus- the stag,
I was there under his invisibility cloak whenever he wandered out,
I was there with a smile on my face when he felt shy on seeing Cho n Ginny,
I was there with my eyes wet with tears when Dumbledore died.

It has been a long journey with Harry. A journey which started with ‘Avada Kedavara’ and ended with ‘Expelliarmus’ .
I feel empty from inside when I start realizing that I won’t be seeing Harry Potter books again. The HP journey,
which started 5 years back for me, has come to an end. I promise, my collection of Harry Potter won’t lay in
the dark with other books.It will be there in front of me whenever I want to visit the wonder world of Harry, Hermione and Ron.
It will always have the warmth of my hands.

Hats off to Joanne "Jo" Rowling