User blog comment:JoePlay/Wizarding World Giveaway/@comment-4154081-20110716043433

What does Harry Potter mean to me? I can't even explain. To me, it means a place to go whenever my parents got into a fight, or whenever I was left alone during a family reunion. It was a place for me to go whenever I was left alone in class because I was always "that weird kid", or I had a bad day. Harry Potter created bonds that can never be replaced for me. To say I'm a Slytherin, and to find other people who are just as passionate about wearing green and having a common room below the Black Lake? To be able to talk about Potions homework or make cockroach clusters with a group of friends? The robes, the classes, the wands, the people? Harry Potter has given me something that I can never get back. It has given me life. It has given me so much hope, so much love. It has given me a world that I can never recreate, and it has given me hope that I can grow up and be whoever I want, do whatever I want, and I won't care what others think.

Thanks to Harry Potter, I don't care about being the weird one in the family. Actually? I relish in it.

Thank you Harry Potter, for showing me that you can always make the right choice even if you started out wrong, that unrequited love doesn't always end badly, that happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, and that its up to /you/ to turn on the light.

Thank you Harry Potter, for showing me love, and giving me a new family.

Thank you Jo Rowling. We all love you.

Thank you for my childhood, and helping crafting me in to who I am today.

Every tattoo, every memory, every word, every page, every hardcovered book. Thank you.

--Abraxas.