For most of my life, I've been operating under the assumption that I'm the chosen one. When someone calls and asks for the chosen one, I say, "Speaking." When the Red Robin offers a free sundaes to birthday boys and chosen ones, I say, "Free ice cream, please--the latter stipulation." But if this Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince international trailer is to be believed, Harry Potter is the chosen one. Whaaaaa?
As we all know, there can be only one, so what gives? I thought I was the chosen one. If it turns out I'm not the chosen one, I am so pissed. But besides including the news that I might not be the chosen one, this looks OK: