"Harry Dresden," Thomas repeated with a nod. He rubbed a finger across his lip. "Why would anybody want Harry to be their imaginary friend?" he mused out loud. Harry's life wasn't a pretty one, the world he lived in was even uglier than growing up without a mother or father, with a sadistic uncle who wanted to use the boy's talents for black magic.
"Maybe he just doesn't know about me yet," Thomas offered. "Or he's threatened by my good looks."