Twenty years ago today, Harry Potter was lying on the floor of an old lighthouse, counting down the minutes to his eleventh birthday, when the magic began. Today, millions of his fans worldwide are eagerly counting down the minutes to midnight, when the magic will begin again. For all of us.
What if, mirrors aren't just our reflections, but actually ourselves, but living a different life. What if it only stops & looks the same when you look at it, but as soon as you look away, your own different lives continue?
Me and my parents were sitting in the lounge watching "The Greatest 50 Harry Potter Moments" and the part where all the letters come flying into the Dursley's house came on. My step-dad turned to me and said, "You see that letter? We had one of them come through the letterbox addressed to you when you were 11 years old. We burnt it."