I received my first Harry Potter novel, from my mother, on my 1st birthday. If that isn’t an indication as to how hardcore of a fan I am, I don’t know what is. (Although, to be fair, I only began reading the series when I was 11.)
Admittedly, I wasn’t old enough to experience the hype in its prime, attend midnight release parties or, pre-book tickets to see the films the day they were released, but Harry Potter has been part of my life since I was young. So, when I heard about The Cursed Child I found myself excited and yet…terrified at the idea.
Through the 7 book series I fell in love with these characters more and more; found myself clinging to the last page, merely wishing that they were more than just stories. And at the end of the series when we were granted a look into the future I found myself content with what I saw, happy even, that I could see Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Ron and even Draco with children, happy that I knew what happened to Hagrid, Neville and Teddy.
And let’s face it: Harry Potter is a huge deal to a lot of people.
I binge read all seven of the novels written by J.K.Rowling when I was 11, just four years after the last books release, and through them I was introduced to a world of literature (and magic). And although cliché, I will always be grateful to these novels because:
Harry Potter got me reading books.
Harry Potter made me love reading books.
I grew up dreaming about attending the Hogwarts, devoured all the information posted on Pottermore and took a quiz to discover I was a Ravenclaw.
And yet, as I celebrate the release of The Cursed Child today on July 31st 2016 I feel sad. Sad because it dawned on me that this is the end. (Rowling announced that the script-book will be the last story in the saga.)
The title page of my copy of Harry Potter and The Philosophers Stone still holds a note that reads: may you travel the world and experience the most amazing events in these pages (and then it says something like: lots of love from mom) but the point reins true, because Harry Potter did grant me those great times and even better adventures.
I sent imaginary confetti through the air when I first heard about The Cursed Child, the prospect of 320 more pages added to the wizarding world filled me with happiness because; Harry Potter is back(!) but at the same time, I feared it wouldn’t live up to the hype.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still sitting here wanting to accio! the book to my side because, obviously, I’m going to read it – it’s pre-ordered and everything – I’m just worried that the characters I grew up loving will have changed too much or, that because it’s a script I’ll miss the aspects I loved about the novels or, that because J.K. Rowling didn’t write it I’ll be disappointed.
I think, more than anything, I’m sad that this is the last we’ll here from the Harry Potter world.
It is with these bittersweet thoughts that I leave you, in the hopes that The Cursed Child will please my crazed Potterhead, magic loving self and with deep thanks to J.K.Rowling for this epic world.
Happy Birthday, Harry Potter. And thanks for the adventures.
“Whether you come back by page or by big screen, Hogwarts will always be here to welcome you home.” – J.K.Rowling