There was a slight 'pop' and four extremely different people appeared in mid-air, a few feet above the polished wooden floorboards. However, on our planet gravity reigns supreme and so, consequently, they immediately crashed down. Such a pity.
Three boys and a girl. They all make a fair attempt at scrabbling to their feet but are so tangled together that the whole group collapse on the floor again.
Eventually, after a lot of swearing and yelling by all, they manage to get up and finally notice where they are. A large circular room with intricately detailed cupboards set into all of the walls and a high ceiling made of white marble.
The one girl, a eighteen-year-old with bushy brown hair and a look that clearly stated that she was trying with all her might to figure out where they were and why, rattled the door handle, irritated, but huffed in frustration when the only exit turned out to be locked.
"What the hell is going on?" the red headed boy wanted to know.
"How should I know, Weasley?" drawled the pointy-faced blonde boy, "I didn't choose to come here," he scanned the room with some distaste, "wherever here is."
Everyone suddenly noticed a piece of parchment tacked to the door. It had certainly not been there before.
"Read it out, Hermione!" exclaimed the one who had been labelled as a Weasley. The green-eyed dark-haired boy next to him nodded his agreement.
"Dear All," Hermione read, "You almost certainly are wondering why you are here. Don't worry, everything will be explained soon enough. However, it would be easier for me to explain this personally. I'll be arriving shortly, in the meantime try not to panic or hex each other. Especially not Mr. Malfoy, I am greatly looking forward to his reaction to the … reason for this meeting," she looked at the others, baffled, "what does that mean?"
The dark-haired lad shrugged, "No idea, is it signed?"
Hermione turned the note over, "By someone called Jessamine Lily."
"I'd rather you called me Chika," came a voice from behind them all. The speaker was a rather plain girl, around fifteen, with shoulder-length brown hair and sparkling blue eyes and was wearing jeans, an oversized gaming hoodie and a large grin, "and you have no idea how excited I am to meet you all! This is like a dream come true for me!" She laughed delightedly and smiled around at the assembled company.
"Ok, what the hell is going on here?" the blonde boy demands, glaring at the weird girl who had just appeared to come into existence from who-knows-where.
"Calm down, Draco Malfoy, all will be revealed if you give me a chance," Chika giggles, "but oh! I've always wanted to talk to you all! Ever since I was a little kid!"
Malfoy scowled, "and how do you know who I am?"
"Much as I hate to admit it, that's a good point," chipped in Hermione.
"Oh, I know who all of you are! You're Harry Potter, saviour of the wizarding world," she nodded to the dark-haired boy, "but I guess most people would be able to tell you that. But you're" she gestured to where Hermione and Weasley were standing, "Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, his most loyal and closest friends. And you're obviously Draco Malfoy, you and Harry have hated each other since you're second meeting - which was on the Hogwarts Express." They stared at her and she beamed back at them.
"Look," Harry fumbled for words, "just what is going on here?"
Chika looked slightly shy, "well… you see…in the future there is going to be a Muggle book series about your years at Hogwarts and it's going to be extremely popular. And all the teenage Muggle girls are going to be changing the story, writing themselves into Hogwarts. And one of them is going to be the worst writer ever. And I thought it would be amusing if you read her work."
"Are you saying that, in the future, Hogwarts will be exposed to the Muggle world?" Hermione looked like she was about to faint.
"Oh no! No, no, no!" Chika gasped, "Not at all! No, the series makes it easier to hide your world! Because no-one believes the series to be true! And whenever anything magic happens then people just pass it off as some kid acting out a scene from the books!"
"…you're a Muggle." Malfoy wasn't asking a question, simply stating a fact.
"Well…" Chika blushed scarlet, "yes, actually."
His lip curled in disgust as he regarded the girl in front of him with utmost revulsion.
"Then," Hermione began with the air of one pointing out the great flaw in the plan, "how are we here? If you're a Muggle then how could you get us to be wherever we are now?"
Chika looked shifty, "I'm not quite sure … so let's not talk about that, ok? It's making me nervous. I know I can't be a witch because if I was then I would have gone to Hogwarts. They don't miss out on anything, contrary to what all the fanfic writers think."
"Fanfic?" snorted Ron, in disbelief.
"Short for 'fan-fiction'. That's what it's called when you take someone else's book and write your own stories using their characters."