As someone who was a child when the first Harry Potter books were originally released, and then the first movies too, I was definitely one of those humans who was caught firmly in the grips of HP fever.
I shouldn’t say “was”, because – let us be honest – I still am. I still re-read the books every other year, and will forever have the Deathly Hallows symbol tattooed on the skin over my ribcage to remind me of my love for this wizarding world which gave me happiness, hope, and sometimes pure escape during my childhood.
The first book, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, was released when I was 5 years old, in 1997, but it was in early 1999, at the age of 7 (and an avid bookworm by this point already), when I first came across it.
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