Expecto Patronum

I've always loved to read. I read and re-read many books. Already had quite a full bookshelf when I was still a child. I discovered The Hobbit, The Chronicles of Narnia, and lots of wonderful worlds.
There was nothing as intoxicating to me as the feel of a book in my hands and a story that would carry me away. The powerful escape that books provide has pretty much always been a central part of my life and I'm sure that will never change.
When I was about to turn eleven years old, my life took a magical turn. I discovered Harry Potter. I was hooked from page one. I found myself reading it with such passion, even wishing with all my heart to get the letter from Hogwarts on my 11th birthday - actually, to be quite honest, deep down I still do.
I devoured the three books in the series that were published at that time, and expected every single out-coming book completely drown in anxiety. I was madly in love.
Then along came the movies. The world J.K. Rownling had created and put down in paper so beautifully, the world I had pictured perfectly in my mind, that world was somehow coming to life. Felt like we all grew up together.
I am now 20 years old, and still couldn't help but cry while reading The Deathly Hallows - I don't do well with endings and goodbyes, you see. I was terrified. I felt the ending of the story was, in some way, marking the end of my childhood. Whether I'm right or wrong, all I know for certain is that it was indeed a magical childhood, and for that I'll always be thankful to Harry and everyone who stood beside him..