13 years it’s been since Philosopher’s Stone came out in the UK. And here we stand as if it were only yesterday. United by our love for one knobby kneed kid who forever changed our lives when he walked out of that cupboard under the stairs. I don’t know about you all, but Harry Potter is my something worth living for. I can’t believe it’s ending, if only metaphorically, for it shall live on in my heart until I die. I mean it when I say I’m with Harry until the very end. I am Dumbledore’s woman through and through. I always trusted Severus Snape. I knew Sirius Black was innocent. I knew Ron would come back. I always admired Hermione’s brains. I knew Dobby would eventually save Harry without causing physical harm. I knew there was more to Tom Riddle than meets the eye, and that I was right in sympathizing with him. The one thing I could never have known, was how much this series would do for me. Joanne Kathleen Rowling, I owe you so much. You gave me the best years of my life, and the best friends I’ll ever know. You, quite simply, gave me my life.