Harry Potter and the Philosopher/Sorcerers Stone By J. K. Rowling

                    
       

When I was little, I was introduced to Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone, or the Philosophers Stone. Ever since I was eight, I've loved Harry, Hermione and Ron. Every time I moved schools, I would worry about making new friends, but then I would realize that I already had some. They've stuck by my side since the beginning. 

Any ways. The Harry Potter series, to me, are about finding light in even the darkest of times, finding friends when you thought you had none, and conquering the largest fear there is. Fear. 

I remember getting so sucked into these books, that I would feel like I was experiencing the Quiddich Matches, The Detentions, conquering the Troll, learning about Harry speaking Parsletongue. The list goes on and on. 

Anyways, on with the description!

Harry was an orphan since he was one, and had gone to live with his Muggle Aunt, Uncle and Cousin. He lived under the stairs in a closet, with no idea who he was. He was convinced that his parents had died in a terrible car crash, and that was how he had received his famous lightning bolt scar. 

Nearing his eleventh birthday, July 31st, he kept reviving letters, but his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon knew what these letters where and would burn every one of them. Then it came to the point where they had to move from place to place, until finally they were in the middle of a lake. Then his fist year at the Hogwarts  adventure started. 

When sorting comes, the first years are nerve wracked. Draco Malfoy, whose family is very stuck up, thinks that he can bring himself some school fame by befriending the 'Famous Harry Potter'. Harry, being very smart, declines, and two enemies are formed.

J K Rowling started a new generation, and a whole world. She activated many imaginations, including mine, and for all of those things, I am so grateful to the wonderful author. 

'We are the Potter generation" ~Daniel Radcliffe