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July.31.1980, the day a woman with gigantic power of imagination gave birth to a boy who lived. She not only gave me the inspiration for a living but also taught the values of death. She made magic alive, she empowered every child to do or do not but never just try. She is JK Rowling, an existing myth, a woman of power and every Potterhead's godmother. She has been an everlasting inspiration to each of us (Potterheads) through her interminable book, not exactly book, its life, it's Harry Potter. It's quite weird to be much of Potterhead and consider oneself a wizard but that’s the power in me that has inspired me to live every second of my life. Harry Potter Series and it's every character play an exceptional, phenomenal and the biggest role in every step of my life. I guess there isn't any Potterhead existing in this world who denies this. We seem crazy, probably HP obsessed but that’s the fact and it has a huge role in making ourselves bold. We may be atheists or monotheists or polytheists or any other theists but we believe in our Patronus which is always there to create hope of life, the hope of goodness even at the darkest times of life. It doesn’t matter how logical or how practical life we live, after all, we all are humans and we all get emotions, HP has made me realize how beautiful these emotions can be, it says that sorrows are never the darkest part of life, they are the insignia that good is coming. You know, if I keep on writing about Harry Potter, probably I will write a book larger than the Harry Potter series itself. Because this series is a myth but it actually appoints the real phases of life we can relate to. The best part about the Harry Potter series is the patronum. JK Rowling got the idea of patronum after her mother's death when she was ablaze with sorrow and depression but there was a spark which called her to live ahead. This is what made her blend the magic with Patronus. A Patronus is a positive force, a projection that dementors feed on- happiness, hope, and desire to survive. Real-life dementors are the downfalls of life, but she has taught us to discover our Patronus so that we never fall apart during the darkest times rather overcome them with love. I wonder what if JK Rowling never decided to be a writer, what if Harry Potter was never born, who leads my thoughts and inspires me at every phase of life and teaches me to live to happiest. I can't say what others feel but if JK Rowling never intended to be a writer I would have never discovered the light inside me. After all, we all are the same, it's just the matter of choosing to act upon light or dark part of us.  I am Potterhead and I solemnly swear that I am up to no good because I love Draco. :P

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