The whole thing had been so completely unbelievable: the twelve letters addressed to the Boy-Who-Lived-Under-the-Stairs. The perfectly tailored butler showing up at the Dursleys. The helicopter (!) ride to Promise Island.
They landed in front of the most magnificent mansion Harry had ever laid his eyes on. He gasped as he saw banner bearing his name on it, and the girls—his sisters—lined up to meet him.
“This can’t be happening to me.”
It had to be a dream. Any moment now he would wake up. But right now, maybe, it was all right to pretend, just a little.
Unnecessarily Long and Tiresome Authoress’ Notes:
So I was pondering stuff the other day and the Evil Muse lobs this idea at me, namely, Harry Potter and the Sister Princesses. (Ooh, Band Name!) As if I didn’t have enough ideas already. *sighs*