Sorry I'm going back on my words so early, but I just couldn't help but start typing this one! so i guess that means no more promises from me until ab-so-lute-ly unavoidable!
Oh, as for the disclaimer, I am in no position to say that I own this favorite-of-millions Harry potter story, because it belongs to the awesome individual, J. K. ROWLING!
(Just remember the one day, I'll be one who'll be the individual who's awesome.
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Not that I'm not already!)
Chapter 0
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"Tell me one last thing." Said Harry. "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?"
Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry's ears even though the bright mist was descending again, obscuring his figure.
"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on Earth should that mean that it is not real?"
Well, people, I know I'm taking this from the actual book, but it is in some ways crucial to my story, and in others… completely useless!
See you next time!