You jolt from your sleep to the sound of an owl and the feeling of claws on your shoulder. At first you are more confused than anything, your brain is still it the dream, and what a weird dream too. You look around you at the common room. Nothing seems out of place except the lateness of the evening. The fire is crackling the stars twinkling through the windows. And just your luck a half-finished potions essay sitting in front of you, due tomorrow. You begin to scratch out the last half of the essay freaking out knowing how dead you would be if you get another bad grade. The dream completely leaves your head leaving you to cram for tomorrow.
Sitting at the table with your closest friends (all comparing potions essays) you let your eyes wander about the great hall. Your fellow students blend together as you wish you had slept more. You fix your eyes on a spot above a clump of students then let them drift about again. They land on the great, the might, the boy who lived, the Harry Potter. In a blur the dream comes rushing back to you. You were a Muggle. This was all a story. Hogwarts wasn't real. But… in that dream there was a war. There was death and pain, but also life and love. This world was better in so many ways but worse in one. You weren't there. And god you wanted to be… it was home. It still is! But that book and movie series was there for you when you were alone it was your greatest friends when you had no one it was… everything. It was home. And it will always be here to welcome you back.
"Guys," you say pulling your eyes away from the student celebrity "I… I had the weirdest dream last night."