The time has come.

We officially begin our journey into the world of Harry Potter; the boy who lived.

Call it the sorcerer's stone, the philosopher's stone, the red rock of doom, but whatever you call it, it's still the same shite. An 11 year old boy who has grown up in the muggle world, albeit poorly, is thrust into a world of magic and wonder and danger. Everyone knows who he is, what he's done, his entire backstory. Meanwhile this kid is trying to figure out what his life has turned into overnight after a giant snatched him away.

Honestly if that was me, I'd need about a week or two of alone time in my dormitory to let it all sink in and adjust. Not go chasing after trolls and giant 3 headed dogs.

You all know the story. We love this series and this world (not the writer) but we still have a lot of opinions to share with you all.

So sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride!

(P.S. No broom riding until after your first lesson)