The Search for Harry Potter: Part 1

I apologize to any regular readers for my recent absence. But you must excuse me, I was on an epic quest to find Harry Potter.

Several years ago when I was still in high school, a friend predicted my future. She told me that I will marry the real Harry Potter. Despite what readers learn in the last installment of J.K. Rowling's series, Harry Potter and I were meant to be. Now, years later, I was finally given the chance to fulfill my destiny. Here, I will recap my journey to find Harry Potter during spring vacation in the United Kingdom.

To start our journey off right, we first grabbed a pint in Dublin, Ireland. Guinness of course.


Not quite the UK, but there's the possibility that Harry would be visiting his Irish neighbors. Such as my best friend, Oscar Wilde.


There is also a castle in Dublin that Harry could have been haunting, tired of his home at Hogwarts. But he was no where to be found.


Convinced that Harry was not in Dublin, we hopped over to Aberdeen, Scotland...the city of granite.


Deciding that the city was too gray and depressing, we perked up with a coffee break in the lively Glascow.


Or not so lively Glascow.


We then took our chariot of fire and sprinted to the beaches of St. Andrews.


Found its beautiful ruins...


...and Harry Potter!


Or so we thought. We quickly found that we were mistaken. He was only a poser. And he was a Scot. Alas, would we ever find him?