Switching off the lights, I popped the tape in the video player and settled my newborn son, Brenden, on my lap on the sofa.
As the screen went dark, I watched as an old man dressed in a funny cloak with a long, grey beard walked into the dimly lit street.
Pulling out a strange device, he turned off all of the streetlights – just like magic. Then, a tabby cat purred in the background.
‘I should have known that you would be here, Professor McGonagall,’ Dumbledore remarked in a hushed tone.
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone had been released into cinemas the year before, but being pregnant, I didn’t get to go and see it.
However now, cradling Brenden in my arms, I felt a connection to baby Harry.
Although the
