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When I was a little girl
my best friend was
an eleven-year-old boy wizard
who lived under the stairs

I grew up with the chosen one
the brightest witch of our age
and the pureblood underdog

The golden trio
my best friends
the ones who would always be there
to welcome me home.

As he fought dragons and dark magic
I learned what it means to be brave
to never stop believing
and the importance of those who love you.

But most of all
I learned to believe
in the magic that lies within
every person.

Almost two years since
the final movie
and six years since the last book
I miss the feeling of not knowing

if Harry would find that last horcrux
as I surrounded myself with the characters
I learned to love

Whether I come back again
by page or by the big screen
the characters are still there
forever unchanging—
and maybe that’s the problem.

I grew up with the characters
faced the darkest of times
with the guidance of Albus Dumbledore
and the love of Molly Weasley
to keep me safe.

Sirius Black once said
“those who love us never leave us”
as parting words to Harry
I still miss the comfort
the golden trio once provided

After all this time
I still miss
the magic.

Always.