Date started: 6/3/17
Date finished: 6/7/17
For #25 of POPSUGAR’s Reading Challenge: a book you loved as a child.
Every so often, I decide to reread a book on my own. In this case, POPSUGAR made this difficult choice for me. I have not lifted Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone for years, probably since I was in middle school. It’s not that I don’t love Harry, I really do. It has to do with all of the complicated emotions surrounding him. One of my lingering fears was that when I finally worked up the courage to reread this book, I would read it differently. Unfortunately, my fears were true.
As I child, I envied Ron, Hermione, and Harry for their close friendships with each other. If you read my “Afterthought on the Princess Diaries,” I had very few friends as a kid/teenager. The Golden Trio were my first introduction to having fictional friends. In my childhood fantasies, an owl would swoop down and lay an acceptance letter to Hogwarts in my lap. After being accepted, I placed myself in Gryffindor (naturally), so I could be their friend and enjoy their adventures with them. Since naturally, they would all be my friend automatically. Because I’m so adorable and funny who wouldn’t want to be my friend at 11 (actually a lot of people, but that is another story completely). I would loathe the way Snape and Lord Voldemort would treat Harry, because he was my pal! You can’t just treat my pal like that.
However with the onset of age, my longing for their friendship and adventures changed. Over the years my friendship with them became distant, rereading it was like seeing a best friend from high school randomly one day (who completely ignored you when you both had diplomas in your hands). At the same time during this reread, I hyperventilated the whole way through. Let me explain, for the last few years I’ve worked in a school, so I’ve become accustomed to watching out for the welfare of children. While as I child, I could understand the Golden Trio’s perspective, I began to understand why Professors McGonagall and Snape were always on their cases. My years of longing to be their friend turned into placing myself in the role of their teacher. I started to imagine myself in the novel reprimanding or calling after them: “Children, please stop that’s dangerous!” or “What will happen if you get hurt?” Like the children they forever will be, they would completely ignore me and be on their merry way straight to fight Lord Voldemort. Every once in a while, I see a Harry Potter book, gingerly touch the cover, and think of all the fun we never actually had together. It’s a bittersweet feeling that borders on sadness sometimes.
On a happier note, because I don’t want to ruin your mellow:
Slowly, I’m becoming Snape. Ok, bye everyone…I’ve gotta go and not wash my hair for a couple of days, dye it black, raid my wardrobe for a black on black ensemble, and practice my best Alan Rickman voice. It’s like being a werewolf except you turn into Snape when there’s a full moon.