Well, 
The day that I put my hands on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, I was thrilled, But I didn't know that this series would have a grip on me, and never let go. I was not prepared for all the good times and sorrow's these three tried and true friends, Harry, Ron, and Hermione would share in the next few years of my life, and theirs. The first book, which was an exciting adventure of the three friends meeting, and their first day at Hogwarts was unforgettable. None of us who've read it, will forget that fateful day, when Hagrid told Harry that he was a wizard. For the next few years, as the three friends battled Mountain Trolls, and Basilisks, Dementors, and Fire Breathing Hungarian Horntails, and a New Headmaster with a personality like Poisened Honey, Severus Snape, You Know Who, and ofcourse the two other little things they seemed to struggle with, Puberty, and 'liking' eachother (love), they always seemed to remember who would always be there for them, and who would always stick by them, even in the stickiest situations, such as the one's I listed above. Though for two long strenuous years, we debated over whether Harry would live or die, whther good would prevail over evil, or if Dumbledore was truly and most certainly dead, or how about, will Draco Malfoy End up Being a good person, a Spy for the order, and even though we were relieved the day the Deathly Hallows came out, I knew, that for everyone who's stuck with Harry until the very end, it was hard to read the last chapter, the last paragraph, the last sentence, and then finally the last word, of the epic tale, of the little boy who grew up in the cupboard under the stairs of number 4 Privet Drive, the epic tale of Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. 

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