For a lifetime of loyality

You never could predict it
could you?
How it all would go
with Harry, Ron, Hermione,
for Death they would not bow.

You never knew it
did you?
From the very start
That Ron would wed Hermione,
that Bart would kill Bart.

We have cried
We have laughed
We have stuck with Harry all this time
From the very beginning
Until the very end.

But does it really end?
Won't we pass the stories on?
With owls, won't we send
them to our kids,
grandkids, nephews—
Perhaps our godsons?

We will tell them, teach them, show them
how Harry Potter changed our lives
And still is changing us
How a woman named Joanne
made us read,
taught us love,
taught us all we ever needed.

We love it all
don't we?
We love the bravest man we ever knew,
we love a free elf,
we love the only one he ever feared,
we love the brightest witch of her age,
we love the man who'd clap his hands for a dementor attack,
we love the guy with the furry little problem,
we love the girl who blames the nargles,
we love the chess master, the troublemakers, the prefect, the man of dragons, the curse breaker, the little, shy girl who became his wife.

We love their parents,
we love James and Lily,
and how hard they fought,
and how deeply they loved.
We love Fawkes, we love Hedwig,
we love them all so much.

We love the boy who lived,
the chosen one,
the guy who has no subtlety,
the boy who's not lying and he's not mad,
the one who had leadership thrust upon him,
the one who is good and brave and true.

We love that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be,
we love that anyone can speak Troll, all you have to do is point and grunt,
we love that his dearest ambition is to find out how aeroplanes stay up,
we love the Constipation Sensation That's Gripping the Nation,
we love that stalagmite's got an 'm' in it.

We also love that there are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other.

We love the magic. We love the experience. We love their world. We love the fandom.

And we love it after all this time?
Always.

So what can we say?
A few words,
to describe how we feel:

Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

(And turn to page 394)