Thank you, Harry. For being so brave and loyal und human the same time. For getting me through trouble just letting me join your world. For letting me forget my own sorrows by telling me yours.
Thank you, Ron. For being the best friend i can imagine, the most loveable idiot ever. For making me laugh.
Thank you, Hermione. For being so prickly and know-it-all and still so loveable, beautiful and smart, for letting me believe in myself.
Thank you, Jo. Thank you for making me cry right now, in the moment I am writing this. For making me cry every time I finish reading your books again. For making me laugh so much my stomach hurts, for making me cry so that I am awake all night. For giving me a home, for letting me realize who I am and where I belong, although I've never been there, although I've never received my Hogwarts letter. I will keep waiting. For just letting my world become so magical, for being the one who gave me all of this.
The Harry Potter books are the reason I sometimes cry myself to sleep, feeling so torn with longing. These books are my my life, my substance. My home.
" ... so whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home."