I first started reading Harry Potter around the age of eight or so. Even though I knew with every fiber of logic and reason in my tiny body that the series was just a work of fiction stemming from the mind of J.K. Rowling, part of me secretly hoped that it wasn't.
I just wanted to hop onboard the Hogwarts Express and bid adieu to the boring Muggle life I had led thus far.
I knew I would have taken on a dozen Vernon Dursleys if it meant getting to learn magic and confirm my suspicions that, perhaps, I was as unique and as special as I felt I was.
I'll never forget the sense of disappointment that washed over me as the summer after my 11th birthday drew to a close and I didn't received my Hogwarts letter.
Going back to regular Muggle school, realizing my fate was sealed, was pretty upsetting and felt kind of like...
All these years later, I choose to tell myself my owl simply got lost.
Recently, J.K. Rowling in all of her infinite wisdom and social media aptitude has taken to Twitter to address this question posed by Tn0tmills:
Of course it raised the Muggle vs Squib debate which, in this instance, was all in good fun. In my family, calling someone a Squib is means war.
Before things escalated from friendly discussion to a full on Twitter duel, Rowling stepped in and clarified things in the best possible way:
This beautiful sentiment reminds me of just how meaningful these seven books were to me and why it still feels so good knowing J.K. Rowling helped shape my childhood.
The Harry Potter books aren't just an acceptance letter to Hogwarts, they're an open invitation to visit anytime you get the chance.
There you have it! For everyone who, like me, thought their Hogwarts letter was lost, we were mistaken. Thanks for clearing that up, J.K., you brilliant woman, you.