There once was a boy named Harry destined for greatness.
There once was a girl named Inga trying to see the light.
There once was a girl named Noemí desperate to find the magic.
There once were oh so many spells and books and forests filled with magic and wonder, and there once were castles full of stories, and there once were fortresses full of mysteries.
There once were. There are. All the children loving fairie tales and yearning for the pixie dust to take them.
There once was a boy named Harry and he spread light and he promised magic, and it was that which made him not a hero, but a friend who would always be waiting.
(Quote: J.K. Rowling)