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Potter Tuesday: The Birth of the Golden Trio

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The birth of the Golden Trio comes about because of a troll. At the moment Quirrell bursts into the Great Hall, Hermione is off in a bathroom crying her eyes out because Ron hurt her feelings. Sound familiar? If you’ve read the series enough, you’ll know there was another girl who cried her eyes out in a bathroom because of hurt feelings, only she never recovered. Her name is Moaning Myrtle.

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Rowling is known for her mirror characters—Neville and Peter Pettigrew, Malfoy’s gang and the Trio, the twin characters, etc. Moaning Myrtle is a mirror of what Hermione could have become if she hadn’t made one crucial decision.

The common room was packed and noisy. Everyone was eating the food that had been sent up. Hermione, however, stood alone by the door, waiting for them. There was a very embarrassed pause. Then, none of them looking at each other, they all said “Thanks,” and hurried off to get plates.

But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them. ~ Stone p. 178

Hermione chose to forgive. And not just that, but to befriend the two boys who crushed her and then locked her in a bathroom with a troll. From being enemies, they became friends because they put aside their hurt pride, did the hard but right thing in saving each other, and thanked one another letting bygones be bygones.

Let’s be honest, I don’t think at age 11 I would have taken the Hermione route. The moment I hit the Common Room, I would have gone straight to my room and hid out. Actually, I probably would have sent an owl to my parents and requested to go home. But look at what I would have missed! One of the greatest adventures and friendships ever. Not to mention, Harry and Ron would not become who they became in the end (or survived, let’s get real) if not for Hermione.

Lesson to me (and maybe you), bitterness and unforgiveness robs us of great things. And it robs others of great things too. Without this act of forgiveness, who knows if Harry would have ever defeated Voldy?

“But I say to you who hear, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you. To one who strikes you on the cheek, offer the other also, and from one who takes away your cloak do not withhold your tunic either. Give to everyone who begs from you, and from one who takes away your goods do not demand them back. And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them.

“If you love those who love you, what benefit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them. And if you do good to those who do good to you, what benefit is that to you? For even sinners do the same. And if you lend to those from whom you expect to receive, what credit is that to you? Even sinners lend to sinners, to get back the same amount. But love your enemies, and do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return, and your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High, for he is kind to the ungrateful and the evil. Be merciful, even as your Father is merciful. ~ Luke 6:27-36 ESV

Be kind to all people. Yes, I am a Hufflepuff, and proud of it. 😉

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Potter Tuesday: The Keeper of the Keys

Happy Potter Tuesday! This week we move on to chapter 4 of Sorcerer’s (Philosopher’s) Stone, the one where Hagrid comes knocking. If you are anything like me, this was the chapter that really hooked you into Harry’s story. This is the chapter where the magic begins. Complete with a giant, a magical umbrella, and a letter to Hogwarts.

 

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But, what I love most about The Keeper of the Keys chapter is that Harry finds out that he’s not an un-loved orphan with no certainty or direction. He was very loved. His parents were great. And they passed that greatness on to him. He’s not just an orphan boy anymore, now he’s a wizard. An’ a thumpin’ good’un, at that.

I think we are all seeking to know that we are not just people, but that we have purpose. That there is something magical born into us that we can carry on and do great things with. The problem is our world wants us to just think we are chemistry experiments, or the results of a moments passion. Cells that have come together for no specific purpose, but just because that is what cells do. But that’s not what the Bible says. The Bible says that God uniquely wove each of us together. That, no matter how other people feel about us, we are wonderful creations deeply loved by our creator.

My favorite Psalm is Psalm 139. In it, David talks about how God makes us and feels about us. Here’s a snippet:

O Lord, you have examined my heart
    and know everything about me.
You know when I sit down or stand up.
    You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.
You see me when I travel
    and when I rest at home.
    You know everything I do.
You know what I am going to say
    even before I say it, Lord.
You go before me and follow me.
    You place your hand of blessing on my head.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
    too great for me to understand!

I can never escape from your Spirit!
    I can never get away from your presence!
If I go up to heaven, you are there;
    if I go down to the grave, you are there.
If I ride the wings of the morning,
    if I dwell by the farthest oceans,
even there your hand will guide me,
    and your strength will support me.
I could ask the darkness to hide me
    and the light around me to become night—
     but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.
To you the night shines as bright as day.
    Darkness and light are the same to you.

You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
    and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
    Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
    as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
You saw me before I was born.
    Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
    before a single day had passed.

How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
    They cannot be numbered!
I can’t even count them;
    they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
    you are still with me! ~ Psalm 139 NLT

Whenever I read this Psalm, it is like having the Keeper of Keys of Heaven come and tell me that I am known, I am loved, and I have a purpose. It is a reminder that I matter; that we all matter.

If you’re reading this and you need a reminder, here it is:

You matter. God loves you. He has a purpose for you.

Merry Christmas,

Scribble Inkwell (AKA Nicole L Rivera)

Shameless Plug:If you’re looking to learn more about God and you love Harry Potter, check out Finding Unauthorized Faith in Harry Potter, Devotions from the Wizarding World

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