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Hi all! This is an idea I've had in my head for about 3 months now, and I've decided to write it! This is the first fic I've written, so any feedback is welcome.

And So It Begins

It's just about time for me to get ready for bed, and only right now does my mom tell me to take out the trash. Oh well. "Maybe if you told me 3 hours ago then I wouldn't be bitching right now," I grumbled. I am so much of a lazy-ass.

How am I supposed to ask her out without being awkward? Recently I started talking to this girl, and I feel like I'm getting somewhere, but I'm not sure how to not be awkward and too forward. Then again, I got placed in Slytherin on Pottermore, so maybe I should do things differently... Ahh nevermind. Wonder if Trey's on? Maybe I can play few games before going to bed.

Just a few months ago I got Overwatch, and have been playing it constantly ever since. Not many things could get me so addicted, except food, sleep, and reading Harry Potter fanfiction all night.

I've thought about writing a self-insert fic from time to time. I'm thinking of writing it as one of those "replace Harry Potter" fanfics.

I even came up with a 4th Unforgivable Curse. I call it Exidius, which is based on exidium, which means havoc in Latin. Pretty good, right?

Wonder what Mom's cooking? I sure hope it's chicken adobo again. Being Filipino, I eat rice with literally everything. I don't really understand how non-Asians live without rice...

For some reason, the wind started to pick up, and it starts getting colder and colder. I speed up my walk, in an effort to throw out the trash and get back inside as soon as possible. The wind picks up more, and it starts getting louder and louder.

Fuck, it's getting cold. Just a bit more and I'll be back inside and fucking shit up in good ol' Overwatch. Maybe I should do that History homework. But alas, it would seem that it would have to wait, as I hear whispers around me, making me stop in my tracks.

"a man of lore..."

What the fuck? Who's speaking? I'm just gonna try to get inside and-

It seems that something very large has hit me.

I gasp, feeling all the bones on my right side break. Oh I could still move my fingers and feet, all right, but there was so. MUCH. PAIN. What is going on here? And why hasn't my mom come outside yet? I'm pretty sure I yelled loud enough to get someone's attention. "HELP!" I yelled, hoping someone could hear me. I tried to crawl to the door so my mom could help me, but I started feeling weaker. Eventually I gave up and propped myself up against a nearby wall.

Oh look, a light. Was I really gonna die right now? I never even got to finish school, become a famous actor, hell I've never even had a girlfriend! Goddamn it. Where is anyone?!

What is keeping my mom inside?

For fuck's sake. This has got to be the most bullshit thing that's ever happened to me.

I'm never gonna be able to see my friends again. My cousin, who I was planning on making my Best Man if I got married, my drama teacher, who gave me the purpose to want an acting career…never again. I'll never get to feel the warmth of my mother's embrace, hear the rowdiness of my cousins, talking with my crush...

Oh no.

Shit. My parents. What's gonna happen to them if I die? They might try to join me. After losing my brother to leukemia, they can't handle me dying. I never got to reconcile with my father, and I never got to explain to my mom how important she was to me.

I never did get to ask her out, I thought, regretting the numerous times I refused to ask a crush out. "I'm faded..." I start singing the chorus to Faded by Alan Walker, so that could get some peace before I die.

Come on already.

As my breath slows, and my eyes start to droop, I hear a faint "Oof".

I greet the white light with acceptance.

"Ah, Minerva," said Dumbledore. "Are there any more muggle-born families that need visiting?" There would be a considerably lower average of first-year students, because of the victims Voldemort killed. Thank Merlin for James and Lily Potter, bless their souls, for sacrificing themselves to kill Voldemort. If they lived, then maybe their son or daughter would be attending Hogwarts. James did talk about naming a son Harry, after his grandfather Henry Potter.

"I believe I've already-" McGonagall was interrupted as a loud explosion, along with a great white light filled the hall. When the light vanished, what remained was a young boy who looked to be a first or second-year, bleeding on the floor, his right arm and leg severely broken. McGonagall immediately went to check on him. Dumbledore cursed, sending his Patronus to the Medical Wing. "Minerva, could you get Severus while I take the boy to Poppy?" he asked. "We must act quickly if we are to save him." "Of course," she replied. "The poor boy must be in agony right now..."

In this particular fanfiction, my character, which is myself, is going to be the Chosen One, since Harry Potter doesn't exist. I plan to be working on this over the next 4 years.

This story will primarily be in first-person, but sometimes third-person is needed to explain an event.

All feedback is appreciated!