Prison Stories

The Boy Who Lived

What the gift of Harry Potter meant to this closeted gay prisoner

Illustration: Dadu Shin

I’ve been caged for seven months now, and I’m beginning to forget what it feels like to be free, to be a human being. I subsist on a diet of self-pity and molded bologna smacked between sheets of white bread. Months ago, I was the son of a guru living on an ashram eating a…