It was a warm summer's evening. I was bounding through the freshly flowered meadow, the setting sun was low on the horizon. I could see hares bouncing about in the distance. The air smelt of crisp summer. Out of the corner of my eye there was a shadow. I turned, and a man stood before me. I gasped, was I really seeing this? Was I dreaming? Or was the sight in front of me a reality? Stood before my very eyes was Daniel Radcliffe. A small squeal escaped from my lips. I fainted.