I rushed out of my house, not knowing what surprise or should I say shock was creeping towards me.Then,within seconds he stood there looking drop dead gorgeous in his black t shirt and black washed jeans.He was running his hand through his tousled hair. Everything about him spoke Harry Potter. His emerald eyes hidden behind his glasses,his hands perfect for holding a wand,his messy hair, everything glorified the mystical Harry Potter look.And I was awestruck by my prince charming,the man of my dreams no more like my wizard in disguise. I was ecstatic that finally he had arrived to take me away from this cruel muggle world,to my real home Hogwarts. But to my dismay his hair did not hide his thunderbolt scar.It was not there hugging his forehead like an attire.He was not my dream Harry Potter about whom I always dreamed.I felt heart broken, as if someone had shattered my dreams with Thor's hammer.I know it sounds cliché and cheesy but that's exactly what I felt at that moment. An earth shattering pain lulled my mind to an unconscious state.
There was a glimmer of hope but the harsh wind of reality blew it away.
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