This boy will be famous, a legend. I wouldn’t be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in future. There will be books written about Harry, every child in our world will know his name.
Sympathizing with villains as young children and then paving the way for their corresponding heartwarming redemption is all the rage these days. Star Wars committed an entire trilogy to young Anakin Skywalker — all for the purpose of helping us understand why he turned to the dark side. Even the Smoke Monster on Lost was a little boy, once. A boy who loved his mommy very much. Do you know what Voldemort thought of his mommy? Me neither. Because he killed her. Technically in childbirth, but who’s to say he wasn’t planning it for the nine months it took him to gestate?
As a kid I had a dream – I wanted to own my own bicycle. When I got the bike I must have been the happiest boy in Liverpool, maybe the world. I lived for that bike. Most kids left their bike in the backyard at night. Not me. I insisted on taking mine indoors and the first night I even kept it in my bed.
How dare you?! Don’t you touch a hair on that boy’s head! Have you no respect? He’s mine! Get your own human play-thing, you quartz-brained little cream puff!