It was a random night when my boyfriend and I were just watching some television. I suddenly asked him: “If you could get another tattoo, what would it be?” He was a bit taken aback and then I had to explain myself.
“I am too scared to get a tattoo but if I did, it would be…”
“A Harry Potter tattoo?” he finished.
“Well yes,” I said. “I would probably get Expecto Patronum tattooed on my wrist, because it is the spell to make the Dementors go away and Dementors represent fear and unhappiness. It would be symbolic, you know. A way to remind me that I can beat my anxiety.”
He understood it. “If you say it like that, it makes sense.”
I don’t think anybody who doesn’t feel the same way about a certain series can understand what it is like to love something that is fiction so much. But Harry Potter for me is something I grew up with. I went to midnight releases of the books. I shed a tear the first time I saw the last film. And even though there have been times that my fandom wasn’t as obvious, it has always been a part of me.
It’s not just a tale for children. I, and many others with me, grew up with Harry. We were part of the battle of Hogwarts. We cried when we lost dear friends and we laughed when something funny happened. It is not just a tale about a boy who happened to be a wizard. It is a tale about light and darkness. About life and death. About fighting for what is right or what is easy. And I guess the thing that Harry Potter has taught the shy girl in me the most, is that I am not alone. There is always this magical world I can turn to and I have made real life friends because of this world. I identify myself with a certain house (Gryffindor for the win!) and value its traits.
I guess that when I was this teenager growing up, I didn’t feel like I belonged somewhere. I wasn’t a cool kid, nor was I an emo kid. I did not fit in anywhere and just hung out with whoever wanted to hang out with me. But in the world I found in the Harry Potter books, I could be somebody. I mattered. There was always a character I could identify with.
I never thought that I would be in my twenties and would still get excited about Harry Potter. But hey, I also never thought I would still be playing Pokémon! I guess the things we grow up with stick with us until the very end. One thing I do know for sure if that if I ever get a child, I will read the story to him/her. Hopefully it will provide a magical place to go to, just like it did for me.
And that tattoo? Maybe it will happen. First I need to get over my fear of needles.