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Does anyone know when will another orphan boy with the help of age-old magical beings in a safely hidden magical school kill an evil power that made him orphan?

Does anyone know when will a fragile looking low-on-confidence pale boy, a know-it-all girl, and a boy with one-set-of-clothes-for-all-generations show the meaning of true friendship?

Someone.. anyone.. please tell me, can we again follow the spiders? Please? Or maybe a rat?

Can we again disappear into the map and stroll those corridors of Hogwarts to see if any chamber remains unclosed and Harry Potter needs to come back to close it?

Can we please ride those moving staircases to see if there is any philosopher’s stone left to be found to see if Harry and his friends need to come back and save the Hogwarts and therefore our lives again?

Mmmm…. or maybe, Voldemort has a brother? The one without an ear or an eye? Was he involved in killing Harry’s parents? Shouldn’t you call Harry Potter back, Miss Rowling? Alas.. no..

Why this magical connection between London-to-Hogwarts-to-the-rest-of-the-world never seems to go away?

When most of the children of my age were dreaming about buying a palace, why was I the only one who was dreaming of a small room under the staircase?

The last few words you wrote, Miss Rowling, were enough to give me a heart-attack. No no, they weren’t bad. But the mere thought of no-more-Harry-Potter was like reading how my life’s gonna end.

I, sometimes, feel this is just a winter break and soon Ron will surprise the world with his chess-genius. Soon, Hermione will levitate my frozen dreams and warm it with the morning Sun. Soon, Harry will teach me to fight dark forces with sheer innocence.

But… I did not know… this winter break was meant to freeze me for the rest of my life.. with the memory of the boy who lived. Yes, I also lived with him..