PotterHead and Proud of it!

I feel sorry for those who never got to read Harry Potter books with the eyes and innocence of a child.

I read my first Harry Potter book when I was 7 and there is no looking back, such is the power of love and friendship and innocence in that story that I can relate to those characters as if they were real and at some point of my life they are. They have been there for me on any Sunday afternoon in the shape of a book or a movie or the audio tracks.
I feel for it each time I read or watch or listen to it.

I felt for Harry when he found out the truth about his parents after 10 years of believing a lie.
I felt Hogwarts was my home too.
I always hoped to have such friends around me.
I cried like a baby when Harry found out about his Godfather.
I cried for weeks when Dumbledore died.
I cried when I saw how much love was in Snape's eyes for a woman dying in his arms, he could never be with.
I cried when Hermione removed herself from her loving parents memory, when her pictures were fading, I was crying.
I wished every moment for Voldemort to drop dead and give Harry his mum and dad back,
I hauled in the theatre at the end of the last Harry potter movie.

Harry taught me never to feel alone or loose your courage, cos its who you are inside and the choices you make, that define who you are.
Ron taught me its okay to make jokes and be sarcastic all the time and laugh, even if the joke is on you.
Hermione  taught me its okay to embrace your inner nerd and to break rules as long as you are helping someone.
Hagrid taught me looks can be deceptive, that even the most fiery face can hold all the kindness in the World.
The Weasleys taught me that money is just a material, its love that is precious.
Dumbledore taught me that help will always be given to those who deserve it.
Fred and George told me that laugh and making others laugh, people could always use some extra laughs.
Dobby taught me to believe in thy self and do what thy believe in not what thou should be doing.

There are so many feelings that I cannot explain or write in words, all I can say is that to be a part of the magical world, you need to have an imagination. and I think people with no imagination are just plain stupid.

I go to the Potter World in sickness and in health, in happiness or in despair, in regularity or on a special occasion. Because the comfort that I find in that World, I cannot find elsewhere.

Call me crazy It doesn't matter, but I am And I will be a Potterhead forever and ever.

Thank You J K Rowling.
  

Bobby The Gay Ghost continues....

You'll have to read the First Chapter before reading this one so Click on this link, don't worry it'll open in a new window

It was a Fall night, cool wind breezing and fresh crisp feel of Autumn in the air. A perfect day for two people madly in love for a year to tie the knot and make a special memory. 

It was quite after midnight when Blake Sanchez heard a loud noise coming from the kitchen. He called to his new wife, but heard nothing in return, it had been ten minutes for her to have gone down to the kitchen to get water, it certainly doesn't take that long. He decided to go down and check upon her. 

A look of dread and horror passed Blake's face when he saw his wife, Gaby, standing on the high chair in the kitchen with a scared and horrified expression, a rope tied around her neck with the ceiling. Blake hurried to her wondering why would she do that and why on Earth is that happening. It all got clear to him in a minute when he asked her, "Honey, what happened?, get down from that chair, what are you doing"; A loud cackling noise from behind replies, "I'll tell you what happened honey", Blake turned and saw Bobby the Gay Ghost sitting on top of a Cupboard. 

In a trembling voice Blake asked, "What do you want?", Bobby replied in a sad sarcastic tone, "I am sad and disappointed in you Blakey, I thought we were friends. I thought if you'd get married, I'd be your best man but you didn't even invite me. I'm hurt." 

Blake said, "I didn't know how to track you down to send your invitation card, is there a P O Box in Ghost Town, for future references why don't you leave me down with your address, and in the meanwhile get my wife down right now." 

"Very funny Blake," Bobby said, "You don't want to mess around with me when I have your wife convinced that you and I have a very special connection that she will never have with you and that she shouldn't even be alive to begin with "

"What did you say to her to creep" 

"Oh, I don't know, I talk nothing but the truth"

Blake to Gaby, "Don't believe anything he says Gaby, he is nothing but an unwanted boy who can't stand anyone else being happy, let this go and come down"

Gaby replies, "I know but my head is fuzzing around, I don't know what I'm doing, I don't want to kill myself" 

"You're pushing your luck too far Blake, Don't take my appearance to be mild, I am known to kill nowadays" replied Bobby.

"Kill fashion I must say" said Gaby, hysterically. To which Bobby glided towards her, got so close that they were nose to nose, and said acidly, "You are not so terrified anymore"; 

"Oh that'd be cos I just realized you are that gay ghost who have been haunting Blake and his school friends, you used to go to the same school, and nobody liked you hence you killed yourself" 

"Don't provoke me lady" 

"Get out of our house" 

"I will take your soul with me" 

With this he hovered towards Blake's head and started circling them both. 

"You leave us alone Bobby, we have done nothing wrong to you"

"You and your pesky little friends will all pay for what you have done, I am going tonight, but I'll be back to make sure that your children turn out to be gay, I will make your children suffer the way I did, and I will make them start to hate you and make you feel miserable but why should I let you have even a little bit of happiness in your life" saying that he swooped under the high chair that Gaby was standing and slid it out from beneath her, killing her in an instant. 

Blake had a look of instant disbelief and shock, he couldn't believe what had just happened, he cursed at Bobby, while the gay ghost glided in mid-air happily, "Oh on the other hand, Happy marriage to you my dear friend, I give you a life full of misery and Blakey next time when you get married I'd expect a toast for me at the very least" he piped in chirpily and vanished from the spot.

Next day Bobby the gay Ghost made headlines in the Italian papers, he was being awarded the 'Invisible Icon' of the Year, no one knows what happened a day before and no one could ever believe Blake as to why Bobby a happy horny gay ghost kill an innocent girl. 

## I don't know I am just experimenting as to what it should be, a funny story or a scary story. I am not sure yet, I definitely need reviews. So comment people or else Bobby might visit you soon ;]] ##