i hate to break it to you guys, but this video is the result of us facing reality -- removing the rose colored, heart shaped, utopian glasses that J.K. Rowling wickedly placed over our eyes. it is the result of our minds finally being freed from the shackles of the imperius curse she cast on us all. she controlled our every move by making us addicted to the cripplingly, powerful drug that is the magical world of harry potter, by making us read til our eyeballs bled and wait in endless lines at bookstores for our next fix and secretly pray that dumbledore would come knocking at our door to tell us our real lives shall suck no longer -- because we are actually a famous as all fuck, filthy rich wizard that gets to live in a giganimo, enchanted beauty & the beast-esque castle. i don't know about you, but that knock never came to my door. no fucking owl ever delivered my hogwarts book list. i never got to tri-wizard the shit out of cedric diggory (should've left his bitch ass in the maze and let the vines squeeze him to death for dating that young ratchet hoe snitch cho chang). I FOR SURE never got no NIMBUS ANY THOUSAND and i most definitely didn't get to sectumsepra the piss outta draco malfoy. i didn't even get to do hoodrat shit with my friends like break into gringott's and escape on a dragon or steal a flying car or go back in time to rescue buckbeak and sirius -- who by far was the downest ass godfather who won maddd cool points in prisoner of azkaban for having that sweet ass chest piece and for telling snape to ,"run along and play with his chemistry set," ......while at wandpoint no less). mann sirius stayed lovin the crew, pointing at harry's heart and shit that at this point has a lot of dead ass motherfuckers in there. and i sure as all tits didn't get to have that so very special moment at ollivander's when wand chooses wizard by beams of light shining down on me along with a special, tropical-like, magical breeze blowing up my hair at first touch and shit. in addition, no sorting hat was ever placed on my head to sort me into any house --- which i probably would've resisted anyway because the sorting hat ceremony is representative of conformism and segregation at its finest , which goes against the grain of the societal need for peaceful, inclusive integration amongst the culturally divided wizarding world. the sorting hat stifles the freedom of individualization and bounds the boundless characters and ideas that make us all unique and strange and beautiful .... into only 4 houses no less! ANNDD i mean shit if it wasn't Dumbledore knocking at my door,, i would've at least expected it to be Professor X and Magneto back when they were homies, coming to tell me i was the illest mutant in the world.

our vouyerism of the real harry in this slow club music video is us using occlumnency to shield our minds from the invasion and influence of Rowling's magical matrix and see the world as is.

this is real-life harry potter after ginny breaks his heart and leaves him because he isn't as cool anymore because slughorn said fuck off when harry tried to get the memory so the horcruxes were never discovered and now he is an alcoholic, who lost the girl and got a bunch of witches and wizards and muggles killed so he got kicked out of hogwarts for not saving the world so he was stripped of his gryffindor robes and has to wear hawaiian/japanese button down shirts and sing about the tragedy of it all. 

J.K. your curse is unforgivable.

im going :D