Happy Birthday to the Boy Who Lived!

Well, actually, it was yesterday.

I knew that I was getting bad at keeping up with this blog, especially now that I'm on the other side of the country, but how could I remember April Fools Day and just pass over the birthday of the century, of the Chosen One? Sacrilege, I tell you. I am very ashamed of myself.

People always talk about what Harry Potter character they like the best, and who they want to dress up as for Halloween or whatever, but not many people seem to really talk about the main character, for whom the series is named. When you really think about it, though, Harry James Potter really is a great person. He may not have the best grades or be the most tactful person at Hogwarts, but how many kids have the bravery to face a terrifying two-faced person at eleven years old, one of them being the murderer responsible for the death of his parents? To go on rescue missions all the time? To accept the responsibility that he is the one to kill the Dark Lord in the end? That's pretty incredible, really. And no matter what Cho Chang thinks, he's a pretty nice person, too. He looks out for his friends, cracks jokes when necessary, and is generally liked by the other students. Besides, he's only human.

According to the Harry Potter wiki, which is actually amazing, Harry was born in 1980, which means that the books took place in the 90's, and he's supposed to be 33 now. However, the "Nineteen Years Later" part of the last book took place in 2017, which means that right now his kids are still too young to go to Hogwarts, and he will be 37 by then. It's a fixed point in the future that we just lead up to, but at least we know what will happen next. I am very confused by it.

I actually did celebrate, though, even though I didn't write anything here. With the help of my grandma, I made a replica of the birthday that Hagrid gave Harry on his eleventh birthday-Happee Birthdae, Harry. I had to skip the sitting-on-it part, but other than that, it looked pretty much like it was supposed to. It helps that my cake decorating skills aren't that wonderful, I guess. Anyway, we sang to him, and then I remembered that it was also J.K. Rowling's, the god and creator of this magical world, birthday, so that was another reason to celebrate.

Happy birthday to the Boy Who Lived. May you live forever or something. Many happy returns (that's what they say in the Winnie the Pooh).



By the way, I now have over a thousand pageviews! Yay! Even though some of them may have been me trying to get to where I can make a new post, yay!