We were a group of friends, teenage girls, blatantly unaware of low waist pants (a raging fashion statement at that time, around 2004) and sporting super unruly, bushy eyebrows happily. Harry Potter was a religion for us. We would spend hours discussing about intricate details of the plot.
I was introduced to the series quite late and had finished the first three books in a haze. I remember, it was the last day of school before a month long summer break and my best friend had bought the 4th book in the H.P. franchise, The goblet of fire. I remember being so full of joy, feeling the heaviness in my backpack, as I walked back home from school.
That summer , my afternoons were spent lazily, reading and re-reading the book. I was worried for Harry when his name turned up in the goblet, excited about his budding romance with Cho-chang and scared when he had to face you-know-who in the end. I teared up a little when Cedric Diggory was mercilessly killed. Maybe I grew up a little that summer.
I was dying to read the next part but alas, none of my friends had it, my parents won’t buy me the book because it was plain expensive for us, and our school library only stocked goosebumps and sweet Valley high books (I hated the latter, I remember them being nothing but full of pure smoochfest)
Luckily, by the year-end, I was visiting Kolkatta and found a beautiful used-book store, which was selling Order of the phoenix for half the price. I finally had my hands on it and finished it in record time. I remember it being called the worst book of the series, but I had enjoyed every character, all the twists and turns introduced in it. I very much adored Sirius’s character development in the book and was miserable when he was so cruelly snatched from us. It was the first Harry Potter book I owned (although second – hand) and it will always be special to me.
Watching the movies was like giving faces and voices to my imagination. The gingery red of the Weasley family’s hair, the majestic dragons, chocolate frogs which looked so edible and Draco Malfoy‘s sneering face, all of the details brought to life. I remember finding Tom Falton extremely attractive.
Maybe JK Rowling isn’t the greatest author in the world, in literary terms. But boy, did she create a magical world for us nerds!
Maybe, if I had read the series at an older age, it wouldn’t have affected me to such an extent. But, as a teenager, Harry Potter was everything we wanted in our life. Those were simpler times, when life bereft of smart phones, social media and fast Internet.