I was asleep on Halloween. We had camped out in the Great Hall, as Sirius Black had just tried to break into Gryffindor Tower.

In my dream, Harry Potter and I were riding brooms, linked at our hands. He was smiling, and I was laughing.

The scene dissolved. I was eleven years old again, dying in the Chamber of Secrets. Tom Riddle stood over me. I was screaming at him.

This was the part where I woke up screaming, only to have none other than Severus Snape standing over me.

Oh, you can imagine my reaction.

I recoiled, screaming, as the Hall erupted around me.

"He's back!" Someone cried.

"He can turn into Snape!" A rather dopey first-year screamed.

"It's Sirius Snapey Black!"