You cry, knowing that all your adventures are just a fiction in your head.

You feel a presence probing you, reading your every letter. pushing in a certain direction in your mind you begin to fall out of the computer monitor you were trapped in, and find yourself sitting on the Keyboard of J.K Rowling.

"Oh bugger i knew i should of stopped at the 26th book. EXPELLIARMUS, REDUCTO, EXPECTO PATRONUM"

Slapping mrs J.K, you look into the mirror and see an unfamiliar face looking at you with a lightning bolt scar across your forehead.

The End

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