"Mummy, can you wead it again?”

"No, sweetie, it's time to go nighty-night now."

"But that's my favowite story."

"Yes, I know it is. You've been asking Daddy and me to read it to you every night."

"Mummy, is there weally a Hawwy Potter?"

"Yes, sweetie, of course there is."

"Mummy, how old is Hawwy Potter?"

"He's five years old now."

"I'm almost five. I'm four!"

"You're being silly, sweetie, you just turned four. Harry Potter's a whole year older than you!"

"And look, Mummy, I have red hair just like Hawwy Potter's mum!"

"Yes, you do!"

"Could Hawwy Potter come to our house sometime?"

"No, sweetie, we can't invite him. We don't even know where he lives."

"When can I see Hawwy Potter?"

"Probably not until you go to Hogwarts. That's a long time from now."

"Will I go to Hogwarts with Hawwy Potter?"

"Yes, Harry Potter will be a year ahead of you. He'll be in the same year as Ronnie."

"Will Wonnie be fwiends with Hawwy Potter?"

"I don't know, sweetie, you never can tell!"

(yawn) "When can I go to Hogwarts?"

"Not until you're eleven. That's seven more years!"

(Sigh…) "I wish I was eleven. So I could be all grown up…" (yawn) "and go to Hogwarts with Hawwy Potter… and all my bwothers… and Pwofessor Dumbalore and Hagwid … and Hawwy Potter could come to our house and play…" (yawn) "and we could all be best fwiends…."

(Silence, except for the contented sighs of a sleeping little girl)