Imagine sitting in your house
and part 2 of Deathly Hallows
ends and then there’s a
flash of golden light and you
wake up in the armchair in
your common room, realizing
that you had just fallen
asleep and dream that you
were a muggle and they had
made books and movies about
your life… you just
laugh at that insane thought
and walk off to the Great
Hall to have some dinner and
cold pumpkin
juice.
