Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban was released two years after Chamber of Secrets and I sort of hibernated. I have to be honest with this one. This movie was the only Harry Potter movie that I never got the chance to watch on an actual cinema. This was the time when my Mom lost the magic and she couldn’t stir herself to bring us to the mall, and so was Dad. I remember being pissed by that, and I remember how desperate I was to watch it. There were pirated copies of the movie weeks after it was shown and that’s where I watched it. The copy was pretty dark; bad quality and all that. That puts me off. I love Harry Potter but I hated that one. This was the time when I got labeled as the Harry Potter geek. I would talk about Harry Potter on the hallways, to my friends, my relatives, to my mildly attentive sister, and to Mom all the time. That was the time when people started giving me gifts. I received a toothbrush and keychain from Hong Kong. I loved those of course. But I never used the toothbrush. The idea of brushing with holding Harry riding a broomstick seemed odd.
Harry looked different on this movie, and so am I. That’s when it hit me that Dan, Rupe and Emma are changing the same way I did. Puberty is the word here. That’s when I knew I am with them and I am growing up with them.
I just remember I was waiting for the next movie and I just couldn’t wait and I certainly can’t let go. Like a permanent sticking charm.
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