On Reading Harry Potter

The door of the chapel opened wide in front of me. Mist swirled inside and the place was enveloped in clouds of dust. Not a single ray of light shone through the barred windows and a pall of silence hung in the air. Suddenly amidst the eerie silence, a cunning voice boomed, "You're back." The scar on my forehead started burning and the pain was unbearable.

Drops of perspiration trickled down my forehead as I spotted the silhouette of the dark lord advancing towards me. I reached for the wand in my pocket, but it was too late. Voldemort had already performed a pernicious charm throwing me to the opposite wall with a loud thud. The dementors drained me of all life and happiness. I tried a Patronus charm thinking of my last happy moments with Ron and Hermione, before this disaster. But nothing would work. It was all over. I would be there no more. Everything was going to end. "Expelliarmus", I shrieked. But due to the deep penetrating, snake-like stare of Voldemort and nervousness, I incorrectly shouted, " Ex- Ex- Expelliarmus".

The chapel was breaking down to pieces. Voldemort looked at me slyly and then the last thing I remember him saying before he apparated was, "Avada Kedavra". I fell backward, like a rag doll and then lay very still..The chosen one was no longer the chosen one. He had died..

I woke up, sweating and realised that I was not dead, but very much alive, in my bedroom. And the sunlight was spilling into the room and I just realized that I was dreaming while reading Harry Potter and was transported to Hogwarts.....