User blog comment:JoePlay/Wizarding World Giveaway/@comment-4135092-20110711020829

Like so many others I fell in love instantly with Harry Potter when I was 9, but I didn't just become a fangirl. Well, I did, but there was more. A year later I became depressed and suicidal after being relentlessly made fun of, but Harry pulled me back from the brink. "I can't die yet," I'd say, "I still need to finish the book." I gathered the strength to fight back. Watching Harry grow up, make friends, and defeat his enemies gave me hope. I learned about love and friendship, about magic from professors but about real-life magic too. I read the series again at least once a year, I'm going to the movie premiere this Thursday as a proud Ravenclaw, and I'm going to raise my children with these characters, because I'll never forget about how Harry saved my life.