I also managed to tear myself away from the books long enough to catch up on all the movie interpretations. Then, anything that didn’t make much sense before was crystal clear, and the understanding made me love the series even more. This whole process took all of 3 months in total. So, what did all of this bring me? For the first time in about a year, I was genuinely happy. Nothing, not even my stroke ridden, cruel grandmother, nor the fact that I literally had no friends, could bring me down. Thanks to the lessons and inspiration from the Harry Potter books, my depression was gone, and as far as I was concerned, it was going to stay that way.