Harry Potter.....the Musical?

Last night a large proportion of the cast of Harry Potter invaded my dreams. And not content with that, they decided to up the ante. Not only would there be magic and adventure; this time, there would be singing...

The start was Harry and rival Malfoy locked in tuneful battle, arguing over which one of them was the chosen one destined for greatness (lots of glaring and pleasing harmonies).
     Then a magnificent feast was held in honour of the arrival of two distinguished dignitaries that were going to be giving lectures on the scope and power of various "unsee-isms". They arrived in style and with great ceremony to a dazzling chorous. Their daughter had been due to meet with them at the school gates, but had been held up by a passing storm and would not be arriving until later.

An hour later, Harry was bored stiff (cue a woeful internal solo with a definite baroque feel) and alone. His two friends Hermione and Ron arrived (#hello, hello#) only to leave again straight away (#goodbye, goodbye#). Other than that, everyone was ignoring him; too busy talking and having fun as they ate to notice him.
     Then the daughter of the dignitaries - me! - made an appearance, peeping out from behind a pillar then melting away into the crowds. His curiosity piqued, Harry jumped up from his chair and made efforts to find me; eventually catching sight of me just as I slipped silently past a snoozing knight and out into the gardens.
     Running after me, he caught up with me by a tree. I was leant against it, with my back to him, my palm outstretched against the bark. Grabbing at my cape he pulled back my hood, causing my chestnut mane of hair to spill out over my shoulders. Other than the tumbling of my locks and heaving of my bosom, I didn't move or respond in any way, instead staring fixatedly into the distance with the air of someone seeing something terribly dramatic.

Moved by how stunningly beautiful I was (oh come on, don't laugh! In the dream I was!), Harry began to serenade me with a moving aria. In it he declared his love for me and his hatred of life at Hogwarts. He felt his future lay elsewhere; he could sense the call of adventure beckoning over the horizon. Oh, would I not come with him to fulfil his destiny?!

Coming out of trance with a start, I began to sing a beautifully melancholy tune citing danger. There was danger from all angles and all of it after him, after us. I could sense it, I could see it. The ability to detect unsee-isms was a talent I had possessed from birth and I could see and feel them now; scores of them, everywhere, closing in. Closing in...
     The energy created by the unsee-isms becoming to much, I began to be wracked and overcome by violently powerful visions. Overcome himself - in his case with emotion - Harry followed as I staggered around, being thrust by the visions this way and that, and joined in with my song by adding his own; creating a poignantly discordant duet.....

.....and then I woke up.
  
My first thought was: '- what-??'.
     My second was: 'damn, I was good'.
     My third though was: 'ooh Lord, I need to pee!' (which did ruin the moment somewhat).

But still, the usual first morning toilet stop aside, it was a ruddy good dream.
     Beats the heck out of zombie apocalypses. 

Alice x