By SenLinYu.

After several months of postponement, decided that it was time.

Another piece of information about me, I am a Harry Potter fan.

The kind of fan who reads the books more than 5 times each, in English and Portuguese (my mother tongue). The kind of fan that uses daily golden snitches as earrings, a Platform 9 3/4 wallet, and a Hogwarts luggage tag on my very expensive, highly mature black leather Coach bag.

The kind of fan that climbed the hill, waited and cried in Scotland when the Hogwarts train (aka The Jacobite Steam Train) appeared.

The Harry Potter books saved my life in more ways than I can count. They gave me refugee when I was abandoned and alone, they supported me when all I knew was chaos and madness, they allowed me to believe that even if the ones that should love you, don’t, you can still find people that do.

And it might seem an exaggeration, but I assure you when real life was too much for me to handle and all I wanted was to break, Harry Potter was there for me.

So I was anticipating and dreading the moment that I would read this book. I just started (so not much to say yet), but I have the feeling that this book will rip my heart apart.