The Call of the Void
Halloween has finally arrived, and the thrill of the scare is at its height. Being my favorite holiday of the year, my senses are heightened, and I’m always in the spooky mood. And while there are many traditions surrounding Halloween, binge-watching the Harry Potter series is my favorite.
Harry Potter is versatile for Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas because of the messages it resonates with its audience on family, friendship, love, sacrifice—the list goes on. But a central theme around each Harry Potter film is the idea of not letting fear consume you. And what better time to talk about fear than the scariest holiday of all?
I could talk for hours on end about my Hogwarts house, my Ilvermony house, and my Patronus, but I always draw a blank when I think about what I would see if a boggart were to cross my path.
Personally, I think we all have surface fears. People are scared of spiders, heights, clowns, etc. but those are all subjective; they don’t give the same reaction as, say, death. I’m talking about the kind of fear that makes your heart stop, where you can’t bring yourself to move, and your skin goes pale—that kind of fear.
Sometimes I think my boggart would be a reflection of me drowning in a large body of water or failing and losing confidence in myself. And while I can feel myself losing oxygen when I think about drowning or feel my spirit being crushed by not living up to my expectations, these are simply scenario-based kind of fears that I would have to be put in a certain situation to experience.
I’ve always had this recurring dream of being in a car and it suddenly starts to roll down hill and there’s no brake system for me to stop it. As Dumbledore would say, “It does not do well to dwell on dreams,” but I can’t help to think about the subconscious meaning of what this dream means.
I mean, I can feel my insides lurch up in my stomach and anxiety and panic crawl over my skin because there’s nothing I can do but wait. Wait for inevitable impact, but it never comes, because I always wake up. Perhaps that’s what my boggart would be. The aftermath of the direct impact.