When I was 7 years old, I met a boy with a scar;
Life kept throwing horrible things at him, but he survived until, finally, magic found him.
When I was 8 years old, I met a house elf;
He was not scared to be punished and hurt repeatedly as long as he did the right thing.
When I was 9 years old, I met an innocent prisoner;
He was so loyal to his friends that the incarnation of sadness itself could not keep him locked up.
When I was 10 years old, I met a golden boy;
No matter how much people expected from him, it did not stop him from helping someone in need.
When I was 11 years old, I met a girl that had seen death;
No one took her seriously but there was serious strength in her positivity and loyalty.
When I was 12 years old, I met a retired potion professor;
He had information that could help save the world, but his regret and ego prevented him from doing the right thing.
When I was 13 years old, I met three brothers;
While two of them were taken over by power and grief, the other found peace in the acceptance of things ending.
When I was 24 years old, I met the real creator of my childhood inner world;
Instead of practicing love, acceptance, diversity, and every other value she taught me from her books she decided to fully invalidate the existence of a group of people who are simply trying to live their full life, genuinely and safely.
When I will be 30 years old, HBO will release the Harry Potter tv show.
JK Rowling will profit from this series, and this profit will finance the discrimination and hate of transgender people.
The Magical World of Harry Potter belongs to us, the adults that felt safe and grew within those stories.
Let us boycott the HBO series and show to JKR that we will not stand for hate, we will never let fear win.
