stag, terrier, otter, doe, hare, phoenix,
i cannot describe how i feel about these books- ive grown up with them and they now lie tattered on my shelf, chewed on by my dog read so many times that the covers are strapped on with tape. i thought voldemort would be in the bathroom when i went in by myself at night, my 7th birthday was a hogwarts feast with the banners of the four houses strung around and handwritten parchment invitations. the book openings, dressed as hermione and my homemade wand. the real disappointment when my 11th birthday came and went with no message delivered by owl. my study habits improved thanks to miss granger and wormtails terrifying face kept me awake at nights. i had a real urge to punch rita skeeter in the face and i want a pygmy puff. getting annoyed at harry in the 5th book. getting hysterically upset when dobby and fred die and feeling like id lost my own godfather when sirius was killed. for months i refused to believe that dumbledore was truly dead and expected him to rise from the grave. i love my hp
