Many years back, I borrowed a dvd of Harry Potter and The Chamber Of Secrets from a friend after hearing all the raves. Frankly speaking I didn't really find anything praiseworthy about it. I hadn't read the books that time. I felt the entire Harry Potter concept was boring. Magic never intrigued me. Thus I never bothered reading any of the books of HP.
Beautiful twist of fate it was when I opened the book The Philosopher's Stone at the age of sixteen, reading my first ever HP book. As soon as I started flipping pages I felt a magical connection. I had the urgency to read, read and repeat. I remember finishing the book within three days.
Almost seven years later, today I admit I love everything about Harry Potter. Books, movies, games, soundtracks everything you say. I admit I underestimated the HP world. I believe in J K Rowling's magical world and glad to be a part of it. I have seen the magic, I have felt every emotion passing through me and bringing tears to my eyes; sometimes making me feel jubilant. I can relate to some things Harry faced. To me nothing is more real than Harry Potter.
I'm writing this book to share with HP lovers and haters what I have earned being connected to this imaginary world of witchcraft and wizardry. Those of you who are battling with depression might find my writing helpful because I also suffer from severe depression. Those who love HP will relate to me I believe.
YOU ARE READING
Miss Potterhead's diary (On Hold)
RandomThis is not a fan fiction. This is more like a diary of what I feel about Harry Potter. It is about the love for Harry that all of us Potterheads have. However, I do not intend to belittle or humiliate anyone but I apologise in advance if you feel h...
