It's no secret that I'm a huge Harry Potter fan. But as I browsed through some web pages today, searching for a clue on when the final book will magically appear, a mixture of disappointment and anticipation made a nest in the pit of my stomach: What happens after HP7?
I've been secretly interrested in witches and magic my whole life, that's what made me get involved with the wrong crowds of wannabe witches when I was a teen. Luckily, surviving that ordeal, my granmother accidently misjudged my age one Christmas, and gave a 16 year old Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone as a gift. It lay in my cupboard for months, untouched, (I mean, like duh, it's a children's book.... right?) untill one boring Sunday afternoon 5 months later when I discovered it cleaning out my closet. I was captivated the moment I set eyes on the first page.
Since then there's been no stopping it.
I wasn't (aren't) the only one. All around the world ordinary muggles got swept away to a world of mischieve and mystery. Children broke away from tegnology and started to believe in fairies again. A broomstick became more than just a piece of cleaning equiptment, it became a possible form of transport.
JK Rowling inspired the youth to become more than they thought they could be. She inspired me to become a writer and get out from the cupboard under the stairs and start living, regardless what my circumstances would be.
I've been looking forward to the seventh book but now I don't anymore, because with the end of Harry Potter in sight, does this mean, like with the legend of Merlin, that the only bit of magic there was left in the world, would end with him?
