Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley were gathered around a scroll. They had found it in the oddest of places; stuffed inside a tree stump in the middle of nowhere. The text was old-fashioned looking, bordering on calligraphy. Three pairs of eyes widened as they read the text.
To whoever is reading this, I must first warn you. As you read this, things will change. I am neither of your universe, nor of the universe of the Readers. I am not an Author. I am a Changer. I go back over written text and change the things that bring pain. What you must understand is that each Rewriting is not a step, but a staircase. I must change the future before I can change the past.
When you are done reading this, you will be the only ones with a memory of the World as it exists today. I do not know if this has been read before; the World can change as many times as it needs to bring it to where it must be.
Perhaps you do not know the terms I am using. You are part of a literary universe, characters created by an Author. The Readers have access to this literary universe as observers. The Changers are Authors of a different variety. They write what is known as Fan Fiction, or Rewritings.
By continuing to read this scroll, you are allowing a Rewriting to take place. This is your last chance to escape. The consequences of reading this may be severe. You may be considered mad after reading this. One word of advice: accept your memories of the old world, but describe them as dreams. Otherwise, you may be thought mad. Good luck in the New World.
"Should we do it?" Hermione sounded eager, but nervous, as was to be expected.
Harry cleared his throat. "Yes."