The year was 2011, millennials all over the globe were united for an event that was dreaded and awaited with the same intensity. The luckier ones got to camp at Trafalgar Square, while millions others were glued to their laptop screens. It was a worldwide phenomenon that made people brawling like babies, and I am proud to be one of them. Yes, it was the premier of the last instalment of the series we have all grown up watching ‘Harry Potter’.
Even while writing this I am hit by this intense wave of nostalgia that usually gets accompanied when someone breathes as much as the word ‘Harry’ into the air. I am in love with this series, I have grown up with this surreal world of Hogwarts painted beautifully by the magnificent J.K. Rowling. I have obsessed over it mercilessly. I have shed tears with Severus Snape, I have laughed over the goofiness of Neville, I have learned to be proud of being a nerd just like Hermione, I have managed to put my brave foot forward in a calamity just like Harry Potter, I have learned to overcome my fears and insecurities just like Ron, I have learned to be a person who doesn’t judge anyone by their gender, caste or religion, and I have learned to be a better person because of this series.
I was devastated that Harry Potter had to come to an end, I remember shrieking with agony when the final book was released. I was among the many who wanted Hogwarts to never end, it was like a beautiful dream that never should end. But it did, and I am sure many like me were shattered into pieces.
I made my peace with it, like many classics, Harry Potter came to an end and it is etched forever into my memory. What makes a series classic is the fact that it is bound to end, no matter how heart aching and soul stirring it is, it ends. Classic comes with the idea of an end, an idea that fades down with time due to our greediness of wanting more, nevertheless it ends.
Of late, we were rejoiced with the idea that was a sequel to Harry Potter, namely, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. I was thrilled with the prospect of getting another chance to divulge into the wizarding world that still acts as my recluse from the real harsh world. However, with new Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Draco, are we going to find them as relatable as we found the child stars we grew up with? Will there be any sense of nostalgia involved?
With the new play, why do I get this uncanny and unwanted feeling that maybe we are just being greedy enough to the extent that we are ruining the classic? If Harry Potter is being helmed again and again does it not impact its exclusivity?
I am in a paradox of wanting more while not negotiating with the originality, and this paradox kills me now and then, relentlessly.
It all ended in July’2011, still why isn’t it ending? I would be the last person that sees a world without Harry Potter, I have read the entire series n-number of times and lived it with, if not same, but increasing intensity. J.K Rowling has made me the person I am today, but aren’t we just desiring more of it while compromising the exclusivity?
Is it our fear of forgetting Harry Potter that we want to be upgraded every now and then with the tales? However, as Rowling says, “the ones that love us, never really leave us”, and I find my solace in them.
If we all Potterheads stood in front of Mirrors of Erised, we would see endless adventures of the wizarding world, but it would never be any better than what we have already witnessed. We witnessed a classic and we have grown with it, and many Harry Potters might come and go, but it’s the initial one that would remain with us forever. It’s the classic that will be handed down from generation to generation. Alwa ys the classic, always.