I had written this after an unexpectedly emotional reaction to Deathly Hollows part 1. It is now mere weeks before Mom’s death anniversary, and just days before Deathly Hollows part 2.
Harry Potter was with me throughout high school to the tail end of college. Funny as always, how the end of the movie series also comes at a time of transition. As I confided in a Tita over lunch, if I was told last year I’d be in this place today, I wouldn’t have believed it.
But here I am. I’ve made the transition from journalist to copywriter for an ad agency. Mom spent almost her entire adult life in the agency world, and it was only during my time as an ad journalist that I uncovered her battles for big ideas. She also suffered for it. My family is not big on making dynasties, so this is a very big shift.
I remember Potter, awkward about the legacy of his scar. Each year in Hogwarts is a battle. He is marked, he struggles, he lives to be the boy who lives. I feel like I’m in the same boat, now that I’m “following” Mom’s footsteps so to speak. It’s not a matter of choice, it’s a matter of circumstance. I may not have the scar on my forehead, but I carry it. I struggle. I live to live, and live for another.
I hate that it sounds like I’m pitching a Hallmark film, but it really is my life thus far. I lament that I have very few friends that get even the slightest idea on what it’s like. It is that point where you risk every moment every time things just happen.
Potter gets his happy ending in seven books. In real time, It will probably take me about 7 years, hopefully.
Thus is the tale of the girl who lives.