User blog comment:JoePlay/Wizarding World Giveaway/@comment-4189366-20110723012931

From the words, “Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much” to the final, “All was well,” the Harry Potter series have captivated and drawn me into the magical Wizarding World of Harry Potter. I still cannot understand how anybody could be clever enough to dream up this incredible series. How is it possible to make a word like Hogwarts sound good, create a whole new intricate sport, and make thousands of people fall in love with their characters so quickly? I have read the series numerous times and each time I still feel those moments of happiness, grief, and fear, even though I know the outcome of the events. I get so into the books that I really feel hatred for the sweet sounding but dark heart Professor Umbridge, fear of the dark wizard, Voldemort, and of course, love to the little boy with his famous lightning-shaped scar, Harry Potter. Harry Potter means so much to me because it has been such a big part of my life. Countless hours have been spent reading and rereading the books, watching the movies until I have all of the lines memorized, or pretending to cast spells with my Potter-loving friends. When I was eleven, all I wanted was a Hogwarts acceptance letter so I could really experience his magical word. With every release of the books I fell more and more in love with J.K. Rowlings breathtaking books. Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone was special because it introduced me to the magic. I was just as amazed as Harry was when he took his first steps into the magnificent castle called Hogwarts. I had the same love for the world and was extremely excited for his next year, and felt sympathy for poor Harry when he reluctantly returned home with the Dursleys. The second book, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, amused as well as terrified me. I loved the self-centered and energetic Lockhart. However, the part in the chamber was so nerve racking and unpredictable. I held my breath through most of that part and was concerned for Harry’s life. I didn’t realize that a book could have the power make you feel that strongly. I remember thinking how clever it was that Tom Marvolo Riddle turns into I am Lord Voldemort. The second book left me speechless. One of my favorite books was Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Every time I read it I am frightened by Sirius Black and have to constantly remind myself he is Harry’s fun loving godfather that would never dream of hurting Harry. I loved the charming village of Hogsmeade and all of the unique shops. My jaw literally dropped to the floor when I realized the real enemy was Ron’s rat. I never suspected a thing. That was a fantastic book full of surprising twists and turns. The Goblet of Fire was another one of my favorites. I felt so bad for Harry when everyone, including his best mate Ron, turned against him. I felt as though I was right there with him fighting off the dragons, swimming in the lake, and trying to maneuver through the terrifying maze. When Voldemort returned I knew the books would be kicked up to a whole new level and I was definitely correct. The fifth book made me feel the frustration of Harry. I loathed Umbridge as soon as she made her appearance in the courtroom. I was shocked when Harry started having the connections with Voldemort. I felt excited and proud of the D.A. and their achievements. I cried my eyes out when the last living relative that Harry loved was hit by the Avada Kedabra curse. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix was an emotional book. The sixth book of the series was a year full of romance and change. I was delighted when I found out Harry and Ginny were meant to be and cried along with Hermione when Ron was with Lavender. I knew from the start with Harry that Malfoy was the guilty one and was frustrated when nobody else realized the truth. I hated Snake for hitting Dumbledore with the worst unforgivable curse and felt so sad to see the beloved headmaster lose his life. Words can’t describe how phenomenal the seventh and final book of the series was. J.K. Rowlings managed to pull characters and little details from the previous books and cleverly insert them into to the last book. I couldn’t do anything except keep turning the pages because I was so captivated by the book. She couldn’t have ended the books in a better way. As you can see Harry Potter means so much to me. If I were given the chance to step into his world, it would be the most amazing moment of my life. I will never stop loving the boy with glasses and a scar, his redheaded best friend, his other best friend, the book-loving and intelligent witch, and all of the other well loved characters. Though the books and movies are completed and done, Harry Potter will never end for me. He will always be a part of me. With Harry Potter in my life, all is well.