Now this is a story all about how I got my sisters to read about a little boy who lived under the stairs and became the best wizard ever and beat a guy with no nose. I'm 87% that didn't rhyme as well as I wanted to but got your attention didn't I?

I'm not going to pretend I was a Potterhead from the very beginning because I am positive when the first Harry Potter book came out I was only a couple months old and unless I was a super reading baby, it didn't happen. However I was an avid Harry Potter watcher, meaning I watched every movie until the last one released and was essentially a Harry Potter movie fan. And yes that is what I would like to call a sort-of-fake-Harry-Potter-fan-because-you-didn't-read-the-books fan. Yes I was a sort-of-fake-Harry-Potter-fan-because-you-didn't-read-the-books fan and I am not pleased with telling everyone that.

But I officially came to the Harry Potter fan side about two years ago when I was gifted the first three books for my 18th birthday. Then my view of the world changed. Literally because my eye vision worsened at the time as well and since then I have become more blind.

Suddenly I wanted to go to Hogwarts and was devastated that I never received my Hogwarts letter even though I was a sort-of-fake-Harry-Potter-fan-because-you-didn't-read-the-books fan. I wanted that experience of happily dancing in a sea of letters with my name on the envelope and knowing, knowing I was going to Hogwarts.

Since it didn't happen and not because I am a Muggle because I most definitely am not, but because of The Battle of Hogwarts and Voldemort wiping all the Ministry's records of Muggle-Born wizards. So if you were born between 85' and 99' and didn't get your letter, don't worry you're probably a wizard but the Ministry didn't know.

Fast forward a year and half later after I get the books, I am subtly bringing Harry Potter into conversations such as a trip to Durant, OK, to drop off my siblings with their dad. There is this very small town about seven miles past Denton, TX called Krum and of course I have to let everyone in the car know how significant the name is.

"Guys look!" I exclaim. "Krum. We call know what that is from right?" I look in the back seat and am met with five blank stares. Even my mom is ignoring me, more excited by the road than my very important finding.

"Krum, guys. Krum." Still nothing,

I then go into a very depth story about Viktor Krum and point out that we just watched the Goblet of Fire a week ago and the week before that. I also urge my sisters to read the books because, duh, they are better. Slowly their gazes get some recognition and then one of my brothers says, "Oh that movie with the lizard? And that one guy who takes a bath in that big bathtub. What's his name again?"

I almost disowned my brother right then and there. That 'one guy' was Harry Potter and the 'lizard' was the Hungarian Horn Tail dragon he had to get through to pass one of the challenges.

Over the rest of the summer I am trying to get my sisters to have at least a little interest and I even debate just getting them to be a sort-of-fake-Harry-Potter-fan-because-you-didn't-read-the-books fan but then I knew I couldn't do that to them. I just kept including Harry Potter themes into the house such as telling one sister, "That is such a Gryffindor thing you just did."

And when she perked up and said, "Really? I was thinking more Ravenclaw," I took a literal step back in surprise. I let it go because it had to be a fluke. There was no way she caught on that quick.

A week later one of my other sisters was angry at our younger sister and angrily spat, "You're a Mudblood!"

Guys. I gasped out loud and had to give myself some time before I scolded her. I was a tiny bit proud at the fact that she knew a Harry Potter reference and the kid in me wanted her to be a muggle right then and there because no way we could have that kind of negativity in our house. But I had to sit them down and teach them right and how we would not use that word - no matter how angry we get.

Next, I took out my laptop and told them it was time. Time for them to find out who they were and what house they would represent forever. My eager pupils who then told me they have already read the first two books, sidled up next to me on each side and watched as I pulled up Pottermore and made them their own accounts and had them sorted.

I felt like a proud parent whose kid just scored the winning goal on their soccer team but this feeling was better because it was Harry freaking Potter. It took them time to answer the questions and I was antsy and nervous because what if they got into my house? What if they got into a different house? Would there be war between us, well, more than there already was?

My youngest sister finished first and of course she was a Ravenclaw. She was pretty stoked about it and bragged how she was all brains. My other sister took her time as well, more so than the first and I was surprised at that. I was so sure she would be in my house but she ended up in the opposite. She was Gryffindor. Now that shocked me.

All she said was, "I guess me and Harry are friends now." Then they both looked at me and asked my house. I hadn't told them because I was too into getting them into the Harry Potter world that it never occurred me to rep my own house. I began to pull up my account and turned the laptop to them and grinned widely.

"Slytherin?" They both gasped.

"Slytherin," I agreed.

And that was how I converted my sisters to become Potterheads.