Harry Potter and I share a love-hate relationship. Some days, we'll meet in his magical land and get along splendidly. We traverse all of his Quidditch matches, and in turn, I lovingly store him in a place of honor on my bedside table.
Clearly, we appear to love each other.
However, I sometimes feel as though he is cheating on me. I oftentimes hear other girls, and boys for that matter, speak of him in the same infatuated way that I do. They will allude to his quirky existence at Hogwarts and his unpredictably exhilarating lifestyle; at times like these I'm concerned about Harry's and my future together.
Does Harry honestly believe he can take advantage of me so effortlessly? I am continuously there for him and offer all the support I can muster, especially in his epic plight against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but I feel as though he's unappreciative. Then, I recall Harry has trapped me with the worst form of abandonment: He does not actually exist.
Although Harry is eternally donning his invisibility cloak and remaining imperceptible to us muggles, his life still appears to be exponentially cooler than my own. If I were a witch, my room would be constantly clean with a sweep of my wand and driving a car to school would be horribly impractical with the availability of a broomstick. A Nimbus 2000 would also serve as a delightful alternative-energy source. Also, the convenience of moving stairwells allows simplicity in transportation from the commons area to the fat lady portrait.
However, my dreams of Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall and Herbology with Professor Sprout will never apparate because Hogwarts is a fictional institution and, thus, I will never gain acceptance. How could someplace so promising be so atrociously and hopelessly impossible? Once the realization smacks the reader like a bludger to the face, he or she will often feel unsure and anxious with how he cruelly catalyzes insecurity and depression in his innocent readers. I have come to realize I deserve more than his community-style love. So, Harry, I think it's about time we start seeing other people.
Sonja Trierweiler is a senior at Elk Rapids High School.
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