I’ve loved Harry Potter since my early teens. In fact, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone was the very first novel I read at that age – and I still have that copy. It’s extra special to me because I bought it with the prize money I won at school. That book holds more than just pages – it holds memories.

Here’s a pic of my first book

My first encounter with the world of Harry Potter came through a newspaper article. It was about the movie adaptation—either the first or second one, though I can’t quite recall which. Something about the story captured my imagination immediately.

After finishing my school term and entering the holiday break, I went straight to the bookstore and picked up the Harry Potter book. That marked the beginning of a magical journey I’ve cherished ever since.

I’ll be writing a separate blog soon, diving into my personal journey with the Harry Potter books and the enchanted universe that has stayed close to my heart all these years.

This blog captures a dream I had—an experience so vivid it still lingers in my thoughts. In this dream, I found myself in a snow-covered town with friends. We attended a meeting there, and during the gathering, I met someone there—none other than Ginny Weasley. At first, I didn’t realize it was her.

Later, I visited her home, and to my surprise, I met Harry Potter himself. I was thrilled beyond words. His house was lavishly decorated with a sleek, modern look. His son Albus was there too—just a year old. I played with him for a while. In my dream, he looked exactly like Harry, minus the iconic scar.

We headed outside and began preparing an old-fashioned horse-drawn carriage. Suddenly, thunder cracked across the sky, lightning flashed—and out of nowhere, half of a broken cottage came crashing down from above. We acted fast, casting spells to stop it and vanish it. I had a wand of my own, and I remember casting some spells too.

It was an incredible experience. I still remember Harry Potter so vividly. Later, as we continued our magical adventure, I tried to cast the Lumos charm… but just then, my mother woke me up.

It was a beautiful dream—so vivid and real. I still remember the wand in my hand.

Have you ever had a dream that felt as vivid or magical as this one? Whether it involved spellcasting, flying creatures, or unexpected encounters—drop your dream adventure in the comments below. I’d love to read the worlds your imagination has wandered into!