That Time I Almost Saw the Real Harry Potter
Yesterday was September 1st. You know what happens on September 1st, right? Hogwarts Express? Toot toot? All aboard?
But do you know what was special about yesterday’s Hogwarts Express trip?
Stop right now if you haven’t read Book 7. There are spoilers below. You’ve been warned.
Yesterday’s trip was the trip alluded to at the end of Book 7 when Harry’s first son, James Sirius, went to Hogwarts. The trip at the end of Book 7 was two years from now (2017) when Albus Severus will go to Hogwarts, but yesterday’s trip was the one that took his older brother, James, to school. And yes, James was sorted into Gryffindor in case you were wondering.
Which means that Ginny and Harry were having their first son right around the time I was having the twins. Had my kids gotten their owl (and no, they didn’t get their owl this year), I would have been on the platform with freakin’ Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley. Teddy Lupin would have been going back to Hufflepuff for another year. Victoire would have been there on the platform, snogging Teddy.
If the twins’ owls had come, I could have been in London this week, seeing the real Harry Potter.
It feels special to know that Ginny and I were building our families at the same time. That we were having the same fears or the same thoughts around the same time. I’ve always liked that girl, but I think I like her a little bit extra now.
And it feels nice to know that for the next 7 years, my kids will be the same age as the kids standing on Platform 9 3/4 every September 1st.