This is my first time attempting writing so I'm hoping that the quality improves throughout the story as I get more experience.

I don't own Harry Potter or anything else mentioned. Only the OCs
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"So... you're trying to tell me that I'm dead?" he said in a disbelieving voice.

"Yes that is correct Mr... Hazelwood" Came a weary reply, as if she had done this hundreds of times before, which she might of. The woman in question looked to be a pretty girl a few years older than him, with a clipboard in hand and a pen behind her ear. She was wearing a gray official looking suit that screamed boring. "It says here that your foster home had a fire and you 'played the hero' jumping out of a third story window with an unconscious eight your old girl, she survived but you seem to have cushioned her fall, breaking your spine in the process. Silly boy the fire crew arrived 3 minutes later and could have put a ladder up." She finished her tale with a shake of the head like he was the world biggest twit that she had had the misfortune of meeting, but he was too busy recalling the event to notice. Yes! He remembered the fire causing the stairs to collapse and Halie passing out when she fell, then the mad rush trying to escape the inferno but being forced into the bedroom, the split second decision to jump and try to survive. the fall, the cracks, the darkness...

"Well call me Larry... what now miss...?" Searching to remember her name.

"Call me Susie" she offered with a smile that was not at all comforting after finding out you died. "and that's the question they all ask what's next? Well for most, the people who have lived and died a normal life nothing too barbaric but nothing...much done with their life, they get their own little paradise, reliving the best parts of their life for eternity they don't really have a concept of time like you and I do." To him this sounded horrible especially for somebody that was only sixteen years old, seriously how many good points in his life could he have? He hadn't even lived two decades.

"And for people that have done particularly bad crimes we have the 'west ward' where the residents face their worst fears and have specially designed punishments based on their life. It's basically for people that have done true evil"

"So Susie what is the good end of the scale? This all sounds boring to me." Which was true considering before the fire he had had his whole life ahead of him.

"Well that's the whole point of us talking, while you didn't do anything impressive you sacrificed yourself for somebody else. So we are giving you a new life if you want it, you can be anything you want, a hero, a pole dancer, president snow's cousin. It's your life to do as you wish."

"If I didn't remember the fall and the darkness..." he mumbled off into silence for a few seconds before snapping back to reality "Anyway I would have said you're pulling my leg. I can do anything I want?" This prospect appealed to him, it would give him another chance, one where he could do something with his life.

"Yes, are you familiar with the concept of alternate universes?" He gave a nod "Well this works by putting you in one of those, which would be tailored to your desire."

"Aww you gonna go to all that effort for just me?" he asked with a little grin, he really liked this idea.

"No, I'm not, somebody else is, I'm just here to help you fill out this sheet" handing him her clipboard, on it was a sheet asking about desired physical attributes, if he wanted a regular life or to live in a fictional world, if so any special talents he would have, his age etc.

"What does it mean fictional world?" he wondered aloud intrigued by this possibility.

"Well as novels have gotten better people in your circumstances have wanted to travel to different worlds; LotR, HG, HP, PJ... There are many to choose from but you'll have to think fast you only have about an hour."

One hour were they bonkers? This would affect his whole, new, life! He cast his mind back to the paperback book he was reading the night of the fire. He suddenly reached for the pen mind made up.

An hour later he was on his way to his new life in the world of Harry Potter, Simmias "Simon" Hazelwood pureblooded son of the deceased Lord Pollux Hazelwood and the alive Lady Victoria Hazelwood. Home schooled by his mother until he had finished O.W.L level material until he had decided to go off to Hogwarts to socialize with others. He would be joining Harry at the end of his third year. Needless to say Simon Hazelwood was fairly powerful, a natural flier who played keeper and had many other talents that would be revealed in time. He was going to rock the wizarding world.

"Simmias? Really?" Susie asked with an arched eyebrow.

"It's greek for listening, quite fitting, it also has the bonus of being a form of Simon" with a smug smile

"Well i'll be seeing you, bye"

"What does that..." he was blinked out of the office leaving a smirking Susie to get back to work.

As I said it's my first time so review but be gentle.