![]() It was Luna Lovegood who taught me that accepting yourself when nobody else understands you is the most important thing, and Hermione Granger who taught me that accepting anything less than equality is simply not an option. So more than anything else, I could not reconcile Rowling’s cruelty with the things Harry Potter taught me over and over again growing up-acceptance, tolerance and love. It was my model for friendship, resilience, and empathy. But eventually it became more than an escape for me-it became my way of understanding real life and the people around me better. These books quite literally determined the trajectory of my life-it is the Harry Potter books that taught me that “words are, in not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic, capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it.” Reading Harry Potter as a child, I felt that infinite magic for the first time, and I have no doubt in my mind that these books are why I have known since the age of 10 that the only thing I want to spend my life doing is studying, consuming, and producing words and literature.įor the last 10 years of my life, every time I felt the looming threat of being disillusioned by reality, I turned to Harry Potter for comfort. Like many Harry Potter fans across the globe, reading Rowling’s words broke my heart. She is legitimizing hateful rhetoric and helping anti-trans movements gain traction-Republican senator James Lankford even quoted her blog post to oppose the Equality Act in the US Senate in 2020. Around the same time, she also ardently opposed Scotland’s Gender Recognition Reform Bill, which would make it easier for trans people to legally change their gender. On March 12, she publicly supported Caroline Farrow, an anti-trans, anti-abortion, and anti-LGBTQ activist. ![]() But it is not just her opinions-her actions are also tangibly harming the trans community. This is particularly dangerous given the immense platform and influence Rowling has. Despite the backlash she received, she has unapologetically expressed her transphobic views several times since, including in a long article full of misrepresentations and flawed scientific reasoning that attempt to classify gender dysphoria as a phase most people “grow out of.” Wumben? Wimpund? Woomud?” she tweeted, implying that the only people who menstruate are women, and that all people who menstruate are necessarily women. Rowling who now writes tweets full of blatant transphobia, insisting that she should not be villainized for claiming that “sex is real” after contesting the use of the phrase “people who menstruate.” “I’m sure there used to be a word for those people. It is hard to believe that these words were written by the same J.K. 'Your potion, Harry,' said Mrs Weasley quickly, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand.“It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be,” Albus Dumbledore says in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. She was holding something tight in her hand. There was a loud slamming noise, and Mrs Weasley and Harry broke apart. ![]() His mother's face, his father's voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground, all started spinning in his head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him. The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs Weasley held him to her. ![]() He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother. Mrs Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. Now the burning feeling was in his throat, too. 'I told him to take the Cup with me,' said Harry. 'It wasn't your fault, Harry,' Mrs Weasley whispered. and THIS is the moment when it happened (right after Dumbledore had an argument with Fudge, and then sent Severus Snape and Sirius on their errands in the end of Chapter 36): Look very closely, and you'll notice the markings around her antennae are exactly like those foul glasses she wears.' - GoF, Chapter 37 ' I caught her on the window-sill in the hospital wing. 'That's never – you're kidding –' Ron whispered, lifting the jar to his eyes. Inside were a few twigs and leaves, and one large, fat beetle. 'Oh, yes she is,' said Hermione happily, brandishing the jar at them.
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