I see a terrified dragon, who has been treated badly, in the underground vaults of Gringotts. I see Harry, and his friends saving a magical and muggle world. But I also see a childhood and the bond I have with my daughter that a mere book gave us.
She was eleven, about the same age as Harry Potter in the books. Not an avid reader, I brought Harry Potter and the Philosophers’ Stone. We read it together, and she found the same joy in reading I did.
As the character grew, so did my daughter. I remember queuing up to buy the sixth book in the series. At midnight we brought our books, and spent the rest of the night reading. This time she read her own copy and I read mine.
We read all seven books, watched all the movies, and I even have a handbag with Harry Potter on it – brought by my son at a Harry Potter convention.
Reading is something I have always loved, it immerses you in another magical world. A world created by the writer. It is why I love writing so much.