I tried to fight it. I really did. But the pain was too powerful.

Colors swirled around me, a hailstorm, a rainstorm, a snowstorm, thunder. Then came the silence. A ghostly voice came from the darkness.

"You have been judged worthy by the Lost Wizard Convention. You may now choose to become a ghost or... go on, even though you are a muggle." The voice somehow echoed, even though he could see no structure from which the sound waves could bounce.

"Wait, what did you say? Is this some kind of joke*?" asked Alan, his mind whirling.

"You have been judged worthy to pass the barrier of muggles and wizards." The voice had a hint of annoyance in it, if that was possible.

"Is this real? Wait a minute, is THE HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE real?!" He practically shouted.

"You know, there were other people in that book. Not just The Boy Who Lived." Now the voice seemed downright angry with him.

"Ok, Ok. I get it. But is this an afterlife for WIZARDS?" This was getting crazier by the second.

"Yes, of course. Isn't it obvious?" The voice now had some sort of condescending tone, as if it was talking to a small and idiotic creature.

"No, it's not." He replied, looking into the hazy darkness.

"You want proof?" The voice echoed. "Here, now you have it."

A beautiful scene opened around him, and he was suddenly in a field. A dirty old sign was hammered into the ground near him, and he could just make out the letters. 'Eysiu' read the sign, but Alan was sure that he was missing at least two letters.

A man came from the darkness, a man with black hair, pale skin, and greasy-ish hair.

"My name is Severus Snape." said the man.