I looked again at the pages I was so familiar with. It was one of my least favorite moments in the Harry Potter series. It was the battle where Sirius Black died. I read the pages once again and wished beyond anything I had wished before that my favorite fictional character needn't die. That someone in the story could sneak behind Bellatrix and stun her before Sirius could be hit with the killing curse.
All of a sudden I heard a whooshing sound. I was standing right behind Bellatrix with a wand in my hand. Without thinking I shouted the stunning spell.
"Stupefy" The force in my own voice surprised me as the crazed death eater froze.
I quickly realized what I had just done. Something I couldn't have done. Harry Potter was fiction, not real, fantasy. A million other words could have said the same thing.
It was not possible that I had just saved the life of a fictional character, using magic to do it no less. My brain was rejecting it even as the battle wore on. I knew it was impossible. But some small part of my brain that had wanted this to happen all along reminded me that it just did.
The battle continued around me, but it wasn't the same. Harry didn't run out of the room like he was supposed to. I already realized my actions could change some important things in this world.
It suddenly hit me that if I really was in the world of Harry Potter I had also time traveled back into the 90's. As this new information hit me my brain reached an overload point and blackness slowly surrounded me.