Ha, the first memory I have of it was my grandmother offering to buy me one book at the store right around the time the book first came out. She wanted me to buy "Black beauty." I desperately wanted Harry Potter.
I'm not sure how, but I won. Totally awesome.
My mother didn't want me reading the books when they were first becoming big, because she'd only heard the fanatic parents talking about how "evil" they were. But when I was in third grade, she finally let me read them, because she'd read the first two and decided they were AWESOME.
I have a very distinct memory of arguing with my cousin over how Hermione's name was pronounced. Mind you, this was before the fourth book was released (in which Hermione distincly says the pronunciation) and before any movies were made. But all that really matters is that I was right and my cousin was wrong.
I remember lying on my parents bed as my dad read me The Philosophers Stone through The Order of the Phoenix (the other two weren't out yet). My dad read me a chapter a night every night.
Good parenting +5
Being told by my babysitter that Draco and Harry were in love when I was really, really, young.
I remember summer nights my three siblings and I would take a place on my older brother's bed and my mom would read the book to us. We got to second book, but the I was only in like second grade so I didn't have that long of an attention span. I was only willing to sit through the second book beacuse I wanted to know why Hagrid was kicked out of Hogwarts.
Reading the first book when I was 6-7 years old. It had been given to me by my grandmother and I adored it. :D