When I open my eyes, I'm in Hogwarts' Great Hall. I'm not surprised by this and turn slowly in place to take in my surroundings. The details are perfect. What is 'real'? I question myself, and then shut it down. It doesn't matter. If it feels real, isn't it real? What's the difference to the mind? "Alright then," I say with purpose. "Let me have a companion for the last one, yeah?" Dolohov's eyes light up and I know I've done the right thing. "Anything you like. Who do you want?"