“I have always wished for my computer to be as easy to use as my telephone; my wish has come true because I can no longer figure out how to use my telephone.”—Danish computer scientist Bjarne Stroustrup
Child: I have a Hannah Montana wallet. Me: Oh? That’s…special. Child: Yeah. Here. -shows me the wallet- Me: Very, erm, nice. I see that’s scotch-tape, huh? Very safe. Yeah. Um….oh, is that a Hello Kitty bag? Child: Yeah. Me: Cool…do you like Hello Kitty? Child: Yeah! I have a Hello Kitty wallet too. Me: Wow. That’s…cool. Child: Uh-huh. Me: -silently smiling and nodding because I have nothing left to say. at this point just waiting for her and the mom to get out of the shop-
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It all started a few years ago when I had a startling realization: Harry Potter is curiously unbelieveable, and not at all because its about a little kid who can do magic.
No, no, its the Ministry of Magic that gets me. We’re led to believe that the Ministry is a kind of British government department, like the Ministry of Defence or the Department for Culture, Media and Sport, that is responsible for overseeing the magical world.
If it was a proper government department, its head would be appointed by the Prime Minister. But in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, we see that the Minister of Magic only reveals his or herself to the Prime Minister under certain circumstances.
Wait, isn’t that conspiracy? The Criminal Law Act 1977 says that “if a person agress with any other person or persons that a course of conduct shall be purused which… will necessarily amount to or involve the commission of any offence…”
Conspiracy to commit… High Treason?
A person commits high treason under the Treason Act 1351 if they “levied war against the King in his Realm or adhered to the King’s enemies in his Realm, giving them aid and comfort in his Realm or elsewhere.”
It easy to assume that the King’s enemies would include people who had untold power and lived in the United Kingdom without making any attempt to announce their presense. And that hiding property from tax clerks (Gringotts) is probably illegal. As is operating a vehicle without registration (Knight Bus), operating a restaurant without permits (The Leaky Cauldron), an unregistered public academy (Hogwarts)…
But when I would try to point out these flaws to my friends, they told me I was reading too much into the books.
As they wore their Slytherin robes.
And read Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.
And argued about which twin was cuter.
No, my problem with Harry Potter has never been its believability or its quality of writing, but rather that everyone became so transfixed with the magical world that came from one person’s imagination that they forgot to use their own.
Yes, I would love for people to think something I had created was worth the scale of fandom that Harry Potter encites. But at the same time, I would love to think that something I had created had caused people to create something original.
Not petabytes of fanfiction. Something real, something original, something powerful. Something that speaks to how they feel.
I haven’t decided if I’ll go see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part II Electric Boogaloo yet. I might. I really did love the books, I grew up with them after all. Who didn’t, secretly, at night, pick up a stick and say “Wingardium Leviosa!” and hope that something, anything, happened?
And after the movie I might come home. And I might sit on the couch in my sister’s apartment and pick up my pen. I’ll scribble some more pages in a story. Down the street, someone else strums a few chords on a guitar. Across the country, a girl sews a dress of her own creation.
Each one of us thinking about those books that jump-started our own imaginations, that led us to create new worlds the same way J. K. Rowling once did.
Our stories, our songs, our skirts. We’ll never forget that Harry Potter helped start us along our paths, but we all know that it can’t take us all the way there. We have to put down our fandom pens and start anew, raising our glasses one last time.
To Harry Potter. The boy who lived. And, in so doing, made each of us live as well.