Full Summary:This is my idea of what would happen if a fan from the real world were to meet the HP characters…..
In the real world, an avid reader accidentally activates a spell in what was supposed to be a fantasy/fiction version of one of Harry's spellbooks which transports him into the world of HP; he has to figure out how he's going to get back to our world, and even more importantly, how not to mess up J.K. Rawlings' story plots in the process…. (cough, cough, terrible summary, cough, hack)
A/N: This is my first HP fanfic, so please withhold the Crucios until after reading this…. ducks into bomb shelter wearing riot squad gear
Disclaimer: If I owned this, Sirius wouldn't have died, nor would have Dumbledore, or Harry's parents; etc., etc..
In a small house on Main Street in Keene, a young man by the name of Elliot Smith had fallen asleep at his desk, puring over a new fiction book – Standard Book of Spells, Sixth edition. (don't own this; don't think it's real yet) The open page showed several small incantations and wand movements, the particularly amusing or interesting ones had been underlined by its current owner who was starting to wake up.
The young nineteen-year-old was tall and portly but slightly muscled as well, with short dark brown, almost black hair in crew cut.
"Aarrghh… I've got to stop reading till all hours…" thought Elliot.
"Hmm… what's this one?" "Globalis intrevio…!" He hadn't realized he had said the supposed spell out loud – then it happened.
The book upon which Elliot was currently lying began to flap restlessly, as if a small gale was blowing in his room – then it landed on a certain page, seven hundred and seventy-seven… then the book began to glow an incandescant white glow which slowly enveloped the room until all anyone could see was bright white… then a sensation of falling….
Author's Note: Well, how was it?
ducks for cover as the Griffindor quidditch team zooms past
Please review, flames will be used for lighting fireworks… evil Fred and George Weasley-ish grin