/AN So this is my first fanfic I guess. It mostly started out as a what would I do if I was in the world of the book I was reading. As it is this is a self-insert story about how I'd try to correct what happens that I didn't agree with in the story. Not sure how good my writing is but if people are interested in reading it I'll try to keep on writing.

A World Out There: Harry Potter

Chapter 1:

Hey my name's Ryan Rain. What if I told you that there were other worlds out there. I'm not talking about another planet on the other side of the universe. I mean an alternate universe in which one detail changed and poof an alternate world comes into existence. Now you might think me crazy, but it's real. Any book you've read, any movie you've watched, and any fantasy that you've ever thought of is one and takes a place of its own. I should know I've had the chance to see them. The years I've spent out there have taken their toll but only in a mental aspect trying to keep facts straight. That's why I decided to write this journal to keep track of all my adventures and to remember what works and what doesn't. Now I might be a little ahead of myself, but it all makes sense in some fashion so I'll start from the beginning the very beginning when I first became an Agent of Fate.

It had been a cold day seeing how it had been winter. I was a junior in High School and lived in New York. It was a day like any other; I had gone to school, paid attention in the fun classes and then went home to wait for practice. See normally practice would have been right after school, but because I was on the Track team and did a field event so we needed gym time; as such we had to compete with all the other sports for time. As one of the luckier schools we are able to pull out pole vault mats and practice a full vault, most schools don't always get this. It had been a practice like any other until the end. We had been putting away the mats into a little garage alcove and as always I had to climb up on top of the bigger mats to pull up the smaller ones to conserve the little space we are allowed. Everything had been going fine until as I was walking out of the gym I realized that my phone wasn't in my pocket. Now normally losing it wouldn't bother me, but seeing how I had it before we put the mats away and I didn't after. Well putting two and two together made me realize it was somewhere with the mats and I hoped that it wasn't under them. I told my coach to just leave even though she was supposed to wait until all athletes had left but she knows that my mommy (yes I call my mom mommy) wouldn't leave me stranded at school. I opened the garage back up and looked around on the floor. Eventually I climbed up on top and went to the way back because I knew that with my luck it would be in the hardest spot to reach but still possible. Looking in the space we leave behind the mats there it was. Jumping down and reaching for it I saw a glass ball in the corner. As it was I wouldn't have questioned it but I knew without a doubt that it wasn't there before seeing how I had just been there. So now I was just a little curious as to what it was. As I went closer it seemed to glow in a pattern as if it had a pulse, but as I walked closer it became brighter and as I came right up to it I couldn't resist any longer and reached out and grabbed it.

As soon as I touched the orb it released a blinding white light forcing me to close my eyes. After it seemed like the light died down I opened my eyes and found myself in an empty stone walled hall lined with torches and a wooden door at the end with a sign on it. At the other end of the passageway a crystalline object stood on a pedestal. I walked over to the sign trying to read it. It said "Waiting Room". That alone freaked me out because I was in a strange place and I was expected to go in a waiting room? And wait for what? I could feel my heart beating faster than if I was running a race. I closed myself off from everything and blanked to calm down. It had always been my standard response to anything and everything that made me mad or agitated, but the only thing it has never worked on is public speaking which I've never understood. When I managed to get control of myself I looked at my situation and thought it could easily be worse and being the pessimist I am it was easy to imagine. I finally brought myself to open the door and I was surprised at what I saw. It was a peaceful looking room. First I noticed a door on the opposite side. I considered going through it but I wanted to know as much as I could first. Next I noticed there was a fireplace on the left of the door and a pair of easy chairs off to either side of a coffee table. On the other side of the room it was filled with bookcases. I went over to inspect them and there were many different sizes of books. Some were the size of my pinky while others probably should have been cut into thirds at the very least because I have no idea how one could read them without ripping the binding on the book. The tittles on the pages seemed to be the most interesting part though because they seemed like names, but none that seemed like normal ones. Drake, Carnis, Holly, Shard, and Yorden were but a few I glossed over. I tried to remove the book called Drake but it wouldn't budge and neither would the other books. I decided to come back to it later and go over to the table by the fireplace noticing that there was a letter on it. The front was blank and when I opened it I was surprised by what I read:

Dear Mr. Rain,

You have been chosen by Fate. During your current lifespan you have demonstrated many traits that are greatly desired by us. You will find out what they are in your own time because if we tell you it could lead to you questioning all your actions and reasoning. As it has been stated before you were chosen to join a select group of individuals. We like to call ourselves Agents of Fate as we were chosen by Fate herself. Should you choose to accept our offer and join our numbers you should open the second letter in the envelope otherwise take the door you came in and touch the crystal.

Sincerely Agent D

Falling into the chair I honestly didn't know what to think. "Fate herself" resonated in my mind. It felt like an impossible amount of responsibility but how could I resist. What could be so important that there has to be a group dedicated to serving an individual that directs all? I knew that when I decide there would be no going back and there would have to be no regrets, that's not how I want to live my life. From there I took the only choice I could I pulled out a second letter and it read:

Congratulations Mr. Rain I am proud of your choice, but after this letter you are on your own and for that I am sorry for not warning you. Now I can only tell you that as an Agent you have a responsibility to Fate and to the Worlds. Yes I said Worlds plural. There are some times where a world doesn't follow its... I hesitate to use the word path because it implies there should be only one way. I would think that direction would be more appropriate as it is a more general term. Now Fate decrees that certain Worlds should go in set directions and how they get to there is up to the inhabitants of those Worlds. But as with free will events will take place that change their course. That is where the Agents come in, we are to straighten them out and place them back on course or at the very least a better direction than where they are heading. It is up to the Agents discretion to decide how to do so, but at the beginning it shall start out easily enough I should hope and that it would be one that you've heard about. Yes you know many of the Worlds; any imagined thought can become a world no matter who it comes from unfortunately. It just depends on the belief of those who hear it and how much they wish it was real and from there it quite literally takes a life of its own. Also you may see the same World twice or more but just a note it will never be the same as any other some detail changed and altered their course. In the next room there will be an innumerable number of shelves and on them glass spheres. These spheres are each their own individual World. They can be any size and color, this is important. The size indicates more often than not the importance of the mission and also how long it can take. A larger sphere will show that this world needs more assistance and will require longer than a smaller sphere. Next the color is quite possibly even more important. Each color has its own meaning. These colors range from lighter colors such as Red, Orange, and Yellow to darker ones like Green, Blue, and Purple. The darker the color the more out of sync it is. One color is more important than any other Black. If you see a Black World that means it is most likely falling into chaos, but even more importantly it means an Agent has died in that World. It does not happen often as Fate can normally intervene and pull us out of the World in time if we are in mortal peril. You will always get the choice of which type of World you choose to go into so choose carefully. As it is when you feel like you are done with your mission and accomplished what you think is necessary to fix the world you may call out to Fate and have her bring you back here, or she may just do it herself if she feels you aren't needed any more there. Once you return the normal procedure is to take the crystal home and wait until you are called again. Most times you are called once every 2-4 weeks so as to not tax your mental health because you may spend years or decades in a World but when you come back you will be your original age. If you ever deny Fate's call 3 times it is taken that you wish to stop being an Agent and Fate will respect that, but may call if there is an emergency. Now you may have noticed all the books on the shelves. These are from past and current Agents and are their adventures and decisions or what they were doing before they arrived here. You shall have one as well at the end you shall write the alias of your choice and that is what you shall be known by. Chose one that you can be proud of because at some point you can quickly become your own legend.

Sincerely Agent Dracula

I was floored. That was a lot of responsibility. To manipulate events to a certain outcome was an astronomical task. How could I have been chosen for this? Thoughts were racing through my head, but the most pressing was what name should I use? I saw a pen and notecard on the table where I hadn't noticed one before, but to be honest by that point I hardly questioned it because it was probably sent or appeared there as I finished the letter. The more I thought of it the more I knew that I couldn't choose a name I had heard of before because it was probably an Agent to I mean how could Merlin not be if Dracula was? Finally I decided a name "Virtus" coming from virtue and how I would hold myself to the same values that I do now even if my morals are considered questionable. As I finished writing down the 's' a flash behind me signified that something happened. I went over to the bookshelf and there less than a pinky wide at the time was a book and along the binding was Virtus (which I happen to be writing in right now).

I pulled it out and decided to take Dracula's advice and write down what I had been doing. It ended up being only 2 sentences, but I figured that I had a good enough memory. After that I picked it up and put it away I went over to the second door and walked through. I had thought Dracula was joking when there were an "Innumerable number of shelves" but innumerable didn't cover it. Shelves went far beyond what I could see and probably farther than I could ever hope to walk in my entire life time. Dracula did tell the truth when he said that there were many sizes some were marble sized and a few others were like a baseball while I managed to get a glimpse of one that was the size of a soccer ball. Thinking about what was said about all the colors and all their shades I really didn't want to have to choose so I did the best thing to do it for me. I closed my eyes spun round and round and grabbed at the first sphere I came across and there was another flash of light.