For those of you deprived of the
magic of the Harry Potter series, wonderfully penned by British author J.K
Rowling, the basic premise of this epic tale is the classic good guy (harry)
versus bad guy (Lord Voldemort).
But, I’m afraid, this simple
explanation betrays the unforgettable twists and turns and memorable characters
that made this amazing story imprint itself on my heart for over a decade.
But the main thing that weaves the
story together is magic. Wands, potions, broomsticks, witches, wizards and
goblins; this book is filled with all of it.
Reminds me of our own magic we have
created in the real world: credit. That supernatural being that promises you
whatever you want right now, but you don’t have to pay for it right now! And
when you do finally get around to paying, you are allowed to pay in bits and
pieces. Perfect.
But, as with most great villains,
they operate under a veil of secrecy and deception. They are never what they
seem; they always hide their true intentions and the greater they are at hiding
them, the graver the consequences for the target.
Enter Credit: the offspring of an
evil man with a horribly hooked nose that could not be removed no matter how
hard they tried and disgustingly long toenails. Credit’s mother was a bitter
ageing gymnast who never realised her Olympic dreams and instead in her old age
was saddled with horribly brittle bones.
Credit did not enjoy his childhood. He
had no friends, owing to the hooked nose he inherited from his father coupled
with an enormous head he tried to hide under even bigger hats. Being short did
not help Credit’s position.
When his parents died, doctors said
it was a car crash but Credit knew that they killed themselves. He received a
sizeable chunk of money and stayed in an orphanage. One day, after manipulating
one of the House mothers at the orphanage, he managed to get himself a toy car.Not just any toy car either, the toy car that every boy in the orphanage was dying to have.
He enjoyed the popularity the car
brought him as everyone asked to borrow it, even though it had to be played
with under his supervision. One weak boy in particular, became extremely infatuated
with the object. He borrowed it every chance he got for the next two weeks.
As the excitement of the toy faded
and Credit’s popularity began to wane, he started to get bored with it and started
to look for something else.
But the weak boy continued to play
with the car, day after day. Eventually, cunning credit had an idea. He went to
the weak boy, ostentatiously carrying the car and said: “I’ve seen how much you
love this toy car. I’ll sell it to you.”
The weak boy was instantly filled
with euphoria, but it was dampened by the reminder that he had very little
pocket money left.
“Okay,” Credit said. “You can pay
me back late. Just give me what you’ve got for now.”
The weak boy gave Credit the little
money he had and as Credit grabbed the coins, he was filled with an unexplainable
power. For him, it was like magic. The wonderful sensation he felt when he took
other people’s money, even though he didn’t really need it, was indescribable.
Over the next few months, every
time the weak boy received his pocket money, Credit would greedily be lurking
in the halls waiting for his cut. Credit enjoyed the crestfallen look on the
weak boy every time they met.
After a while, the weak boy fell
out of love with the toy car he had been so enamoured with, but he still had to
pay back Credit in full. No matter what plans his friends made, he couldn't afford it so he stayed home. He missed a trip to the fair where one of his friends fell out of a ride and broke his arm, he couldn't afford to buy a ticket to see his favourite music group when they came to town and eventually weak boy became a recluse because anything he was invited to, he didn't go.
He knew he couldn’t do anything until he paid Credit back. He was miserable.
He knew he couldn’t do anything until he paid Credit back. He was miserable.
Credit, on the other hand, was
ecstatic. He had found his calling; and he knew that from that moment on, his
calling in life was to steal the futures of as many people as he could.
Credit knew that there were less
people who used money to serve themselves, but instead, chose to serve money.Credit never fell in love, and he never had any family and friends.
If he was a harry potter character,
he would be worse than Lord Voldemort.
And that’s really evil.
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