User blog comment:JoePlay/Wizarding World Giveaway/@comment-4142880-20110713141608

When I was 11 years old, the woman who was about to be my teacher changed my life. She introduced me to someone who now seems like one of my best friends, Harry Potter. I was very slow to start seeing as though it was summer and I was a young girl who wanted nothing more than to sit in her pool with her friends until the sun set. Once I really began to read I was immersed. I became the fourth musketeer, when everyone else only saw three friends.

I started reading these when I was 11. I grew up with Harry, Ron and Hermione. They were my friends. I was in the girls lavatory the day they became friends, I was in the Chamber of Secrets with Ron and Harry, I wept when Sirius died, I was in that graveyard when Voldemort came back. I wandered through the Department of Mysteries and searched high and low for the horcruxes. I’ve been along on every single journey, growing up with them.

So what does Harry Potter mean to me? Everything. He is one of my closest friends, and as the story comes to a close, so does an incredible chapter of my life. And even though the story will never really end because it will always be alive in my heart, it is truly incredible to have gone through this journey with them.