How Harry Potter Should Have Ended

Harry Potter : )

          I woke up to here the disturbing voice of Aunt Petunia "Get up! Come on boy! Get up!"

       "Coming" Harry mumbles.  He knew it was a dream.  Harry could have never be-friend a giant called Hagrid.  He could have never made friends with a girl named Hermione Granger and a boy named Ron Weasley. Harry could have never married a cute ginger-hared  girl named Ginny Weasley and have had a godfather named Serious Black who I thought betrayed my mum and dad, but didn't. There wasn't a guy named Albus Dumbledore who was headmaster at a school called 'Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry' until he died and a man named Snape took his place. He was never real.  Worst of all, he had never had an owl called Hedwig.  At least she didn't die.  

     "Get up!!" roared Aunt Petunia making me loose my train of thought.

       "Coming!" I scream.  It was all a dream. I try to soak it all in. It was a dream... dream...   So, after five minutes, I got up, got dressed, fiddled with my messy hair, and got out of my little cupboard. It was going to be a long day with Aunt Petunia, Uncial Vernon and Dudley.  And a long day it was. That is, until an owl flew in...