The Harry Potter Conspiracy

In the morning on the bus my junior told us that Prince Charles is the 8th cousin of Ralph Fiennes, the actor who played Lord Voldemort. What follows is an example of how my brain works. Charles was married to Diana. Diana was said to be killed in a car crash. The Dursleys told Harry that so were Lily and James Potter. Diana's son-Prince Harry. His brother, Prince William married Kate Middleton who is not of royal blood hence a "muggleborn". Yes,she is Hermione!!! Oh and what's her son's name? Prince George!

MIND=BLOWN

 This continued for some time. We also came up with the theory that Diana's sister, not having married into a royal family would be Petunia. The discussion ended with us deciding that Buckingham Palace was actually No 12 Grimmauld Place, and J.K. Rowling is actually professorSybil Trelawney, because she predicted the future. That explains what she was doing at the cafe when writing Harry Potter, she was trying to figure out what the tea leaves were saying!

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My Date with Mr.Potter

At 4.30 in the morning, the air was cool, and I was glad I had a light jacket with me. I stood with my Mom, and my friend outside Modern Book Depo. I had been asked a few days ago to read out a few lines from ‘Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows’ for the release in my city. A huge honor, but also quite nerve-wrecking as at least three major Malayalam news channels were covering the event.

My emotions were too difficult to separate. Nervousness, for I am a very camera shy person, happiness that I was getting such a great opportunity, and fear. Not for myself, but for the characters of ‘Harry Potter’ as they were going to face their greatest battle yet.

It was time. I did not bother brushing my hair, or adjusting my shirt to hide fat. Instead I took a few deep calming breaths as my Mom and friend wished me good luck. As I stepped out of the store room and into the area of the shop, there was a smattering of applause. Quite stunned, I took my seat. Even as I sat, a strange realization came over me. This moment was never going to come again…I had to, had to make it memorable! I smiled a real smile and looked at everyone bravely before reading out the introduction. As I started reading the first few lines, I could hardly hear the cameras clicking and the whir of a video recorder. Instead I was lost in Rowling’s words.

There was an audible sigh of relief as the crowd heard that their beloved Harry does not die, and an inaudible one as I finally finished. I got up and got myself a glass of water, all the time admiring myself for overcoming one of my worst fears- the one of facing too many people.