If we look back far enough in our childhoods, there is/are a time(s) where we desperately wanted to be magical. Witches and Wizards have always held a deep seated fascination for children; whether they are deeply fantasy driven or merely really imaginative. Magic, in all its contexts and glory will always be the epitome to childhood. So it is no wonder that muggle born children choose a life of magic and wonder.
Imagine that you are a child. You are sitting at home; playing with your toys, possibly a sibling, or maybe levitating your leggos because you just found out you can do that. As a child you don’t know to be frightened by a strange and sudden magical power; so you wonder and test it out. Meanwhile your parents, whom you don’t know to keep this mystery from, are beside themselves with worry! Why are you abnormal? What is happening? Eventually you begin to feel the worry as well. You notice that more and more you are being isolated from friends and family. No one knows what to make, or do, with you — and they are frightened. Suddenly this magical power becomes the cause of your loneliness.
You are now eleven and you have just received your Hogwarts letter and a representative from Hogwarts has sat down, and at length, explained that you are a Witch/Wizard. The sheer relief that your ‘condition’ isn’t as abnormal as you thought and there is a whole society of people just like you is intoxicating. Not to mention the amazing things you will be taught to do over the course of your schooling!
Where is my ticket!?! Sign me up immediately!
Magic can be a glorious and wondrous thing indeed, but I think that the real motivator would be just knowing that they are not alone. Muggle born children with magical talents will go eleven years without knowing why they can make strange things happen. Not only do they not know the why, but neither does anyone else. Unless parents, right from the start isolate the child from everyone, there is no way that child doesn’t suffer some sort of ridicule or ostracize after all we are cruel about the things we can’t understand, the things we fear.
Eleven years is a long time to know and settle into the idea that you are different, but not just different…frightening. It can be a very lonesome road, even if your parents are fully attentive to you; we cannot survive on our parents love alone. The relief and gratitude of finding out that you are not alone and not at all frightening has got to be incredibly overwhelming. Instantly you are ready to transition into this new life of acceptance.
Of course having magical powers is just the icing on the cake.
Thank you for stopping by and reading my little essay :). This is part of Aentee’s month long HP Blog Festival in honor of The Cursed Child release on July 31!!! Check out what the rest of the month has in store, or look back on other posts, here. Also follow along on Twitter with the hashtag #PotterHeadJuly. There will be a Twitter chat July 31st to celebrate the release day for TCC! I hope to see you there!
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