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.