Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter is not mine. I do not earn money or gain anything else through wirting.
"Who are you?"
"Me? I am you"
"What do you mean? You are me?" This is disconcerting. "Where am I?"
"I am you. You are in the afterlife."
"How can you be me? I am I. I am my own person." Everything is white here.
"I am the you that could have been, that has been, that will be. The you that has been in another time, place and plane of existence. I am but a possibility just like you are nothing but a possibility. We are a possibility."
He is so calm. His face is the same as mine but not. "How can we meet if you are just a possibility?"
"You are a possibility too. The world is only a possibility. You were the most probable possibility which equals power, the power to be. Despite this power you lost und wasted your life."
"I did not waste anything." Rage flows through me.
"Rage does not suit you. You were a weak possibility while I was strong. I was not probable thus not powerful. I am you and you are I"
I feel my rage subsiding, I am disturbed. "What do you want from me?"
"I want to change the I that is you. I want to you to be me and me to be you, live your life as mine and make us succed."
"Succed in what? Do you think you could defeat Voldemort?" We rage again.
"Yes, for it is a possibility and in possibility lies power."
"You think we could defeat Voldemort?" We consider us.
"No. Your possibility is lesser than mine. We are not one but two even though I am you.
We are confused. "Why are we not one when I am you and you am I?"
"I am now a stronger possibility. You let yourself be influenced again and now I am you. I am real and you are not." Bemusement floods me. "Goodbye."
I feel myself being pulled in different directions. Harry Potter once again walks the earth and his life begins anew.