I am very nervous about putting this in the tag, but to educate people I will.
Everything that was or is a creation came from somewhere. Hogwarts and Harry did not just appear in Rowlings head. To me, that’s just not how ideas work.
I believe in realms. Realms, to me, are created when energy manifests in a spiritual sense. The energy would be created by multiple people who share the same love for the one thing, and that love and energy would manifest into a realm. The Harry Potter fanbase is huge. Therefore, the realm is bound to have more energy and power than others. She had to have gotten the idea from somewhere, from a memory or from an idea, from the realm itself, giving her the idea of the books and the world. A human, having strong feelings, emotional attachment and obvious recollection of something relating to a ‘fiction’ piece of media, can become that thing. If a human, for example (Which I have met and became very good friends with) started reading Homestuck, and realized that everything about Alternia is familiar, and everything aboutr Karkat is them. The energy from that Homestuck realm, Karkat, would be taken and manifested long before Homestuck would even be invented. And the human would no longer be human.
For me, being a wizard, I don’t know it’s not so weird. The first book was published before I was born, which can make more sense to some others. When I started to read the books around 4 with my mom, I easily accepted it as reality. It wasn’t fiction to me. And even though I waited to finish the series I knew I was always in that world. I was always a wizard and was just waiting. Harry Potter has sent me into figuring out who I am more than any therapist I’ve ever been to. I get sick over it, I throw up from homesickness (is what I call it) and I get body pains because of it. I’ve cried for hours because of the slap in the face that I get every day from reality. I remember my first day at Hogwarts and I remember being sorted. I remember my common room and I remember quidditch. I remember nearly everything.
Have you ever noticed that when children watch TV shows, movies, or read books, they will sometimes refer to the main character or another character as themselves? It’s because they’re children. They have little to no sense of “self”. They can easily absorb what they see in the world around them, and then take that ruleset and apply it to real life.
As a child, I watched Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers. A lot. Generally in the company of other friends. We would “play” power rangers. I was the blue ranger. I wasn’t pretending to be the blue ranger, I was him. If other people said “I want to be the blue ranger”, I would insist that I was him. There would be fights, kid fights. All over who was the blue ranger. “Winning” such a fight is inconsequential as an adult, but as a child it probably seemed like a vicious attack.
However, children eventually grow up, and though I may not have had a permanent idea yet of what “I” was, I was well on the road to developing and culturing an identity of my own. Growing up is about solidarity of personality, and the journey to it.
“Fictionkin” and “otherkin” fosters in a person ideas about identity that are completely manufactured, replacing what might be a quirky personality with the idea that what you actually are is a real-life representation of a fictional being. The longer you entertain this fantasy, the more people you’ve convinced that you’re not just odd company, but unoriginal as well.
I’m not the blue power ranger. You’re not a fictional being either. Playing pretend can be fun, but reality is not your imagination.