Three remarkable kids

I was introduced to three remarkable kids several years back, by my best friend, Erin. Their names are Harry, Ron and Hermione, and anyone who has read J.K. Rowling's Hogwarts series knows these kids.

Erin received book three, Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban, from another friend for her birthday. She had an hour and a half commute to work, so she read it and then she passed it along to me with the comment, "These kids rule the world!" I had a bit of a commute myself, so I read the book and was immediately enchanted. I went off and got books one and two, to fill myself in on the doings of these children, got the 1-4 box set and books five and six when they came out.

I really enjoyed the books, I love the characters I'm supposed to love, I hate the characters I'm supposed to hate (I have to remind myself that I am morally opposed to relieving someone of their soul and that Dolores Umbridge is a fictional character, because if anyone deserves a Dementor's kiss, it's that 817c#), and until book six I was pretty fond of Snape. I trusted him unquestioningly. Then, book six came out, and - my faith wavered. I didn't want him to do it. I didn't want Draco to do it either, I didn't want anyone to. I know I'll learn the truth this July.

I've never reread book six. It was too painful. But to get ready for July, I'm rereading the series. I've read the first five, I'm starting book six tomorrow, and I'm confident that Snape is on the side of the angels. I'll revisit this after I've reread book six.