I dreamt I was Harry Potter last night. It was really strange because Ron and Hermione weren’t there. And I can’t remember ever thinking about them. It was like they had never existed. When the dream started out, I was walking across the bridge next to this girl that I don’t know. We were on the way to one of our classes, and I made an offhanded remark—a joke, I was completely joking, and that is very important to understand here—that “Sometimes I almost wish I was a Slytherin. Their colors are just so much cooler than Gryffindor’s.”
It was a bad joke. It really was. I was completely disgusted by it when I woke up. And the girl just looked at me with no expression…just like looking at a wall.
Parts of this dream are blurry now. I almost forgot it completely after I woke up. But I remember sitting in the Great Hall at breakfast one day, and now nobody was sitting with me anymore. All the Gryffindors were sort of gathered together in little groups, and I knew they were all talking about me. I saw them looking at me and whispering….
That night, while I was sleeping, my wand disappeared. I woke up the next morning and it was gone. The other guys in my room were giving me that blank stare, but it was almost like I sensed a “gleam of triumph” in their eyes. I knew that these guys had stolen my wand. But I couldn’t accuse them. Apparently all the Gryffindors, for some reason, already thought I was a complete jerk.
So I went to class. I was scolded by every teacher for not having my wand. I saw Gryffindors staring at me everywhere, and I knew word had spread—they were all in on the joke. I suddenly knew what it felt like to be completely alone.
And it only got worse. The whispers continued. My wand didn’t turn up. I started receiving cruel notes in my belongings—which, I guess fortunately, I can’t remember what was inside—and at mealtimes, disgusting, non-edible Potions supplies mysteriously ended up in my food, while I saw students laughing outright. And then the whispers became jeers. They were no longer trying to hide anything. They became downright nasty. And then someone stole my tie, so I started getting in trouble with every teacher again for not being properly attired.
It is interesting to note that the only people I recognized in this dream were the teachers and Malfoy and his friends. Everyone else seemed to be a stranger. No—Dean and Seamus were there. I did see them.
When we got to Potions, Snape announced that we would not need our wands that day, making sure to give me a Snape-ish look. I was relieved by this…at least maybe I wouldn’t get a zero for the day. He asked us to take out our textbooks, and I looked in my bag…and it wasn’t there.
I looked up, and all the Gryffindors were staring at me gleefully. Everyone else in the room had their books out. Snape approached my desk and said, “Potter…where is your book?”
“I don’t have it, sir,” I said, glaring straight ahead. Snickers from behind me.
Snape had a field day. “You don’t have it…. Unprepared for class once again, Potter?”
“Yes, sir, I suppose I am.” I was growing furious. I still didn’t even know why I was being singled out in this way by all of these students who were supposed to be my friends. It hurt. I could only pretend for so long that it didn’t bother me—it did. I was alone and friendless, with plenty of enemies to boot, and for no good reason that I knew of!
“What a surprise,” Snape sneered, and looked at Malfoy approvingly. Apparently, he thought Malfoy was responsible for this. I knew he was wrong. At this point, Malfoy was not my worst enemy—the Gryffindors were. “You’ll just have to take another zero, then, won’t you?”
Potions was hell. And I was livid. I had had enough. When class was over, I stalked out of earshot of Snape, approached another girl I did not recognize, and said, “I used to have this idea of Gryffindors as the epitome of chivalry…sort of like the Knights of Camelot. Why can’t someone come straight with me and just explain why everybody hates me? I don’t understand; I mean, is that too hard to ask? I guess Gryffindor just isn’t what I thought it was.”
And I walked away from her. I thought, as I walked away, that she had looked quite stunned. Maybe she hadn’t expected me to actually confront anyone about the issue. That must be what it was.
But then from behind me, a couple of students—Gryffindors—ran forward and apologized.
“Harry,” said the girl to whom I had once joked that I might want to be a Slytherin, “we didn’t know. We thought you knew what was going on. We didn’t know you had no idea.”
“Everybody thought you were this stuck-up snob,” a guy said. “We thought you understood why everyone hated you.”
“But now we see we were wrong,” the girl said. “Let me be the first to say I’m sorry—I think I may have started everything, because I took you seriously when you made that Slytherin comment.”
“That’s what this was all about!?” I asked in disbelief. That was completely ridiculous.
“Well…yes…a bit,” she said, obviously embarrassed. “We just thought you were really full of yourself. That was just the last straw.”
And then everybody came forward together and apologized. All of them. That was really spectacular.
And I think that’s where it ended.