Yer a wizard, Harry.
I'm a what?
A wizard. And a thumpin' good one, I'd wager, once you've trained up a little.
No, you've made a mistake. I mean, I can't be a wizard. I'm just Harry.
Welcome home.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
I'll never forget the first time I walked through those doors.
You will find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.
Hogwarts is my home.
The ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them in here.
But remember this: You have friends here. You're not alone.
I never realized how beautiful this place was.
But I would, in this case, amend my original statement to this.
Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who deserve it.
Is this all real or is it just happening inside my head?
Of course it's happening inside your head, Harry. Why should that mean that it's not real?
