Prologue
Sam Reynolds, or Samantha, as her parents liked to call her when they were around, was a fan of Harry Potter.
She has been for a year, ever since her best friend, Lilly Gold, or Lillian as her parents liked to call her, introduced her to the series.
Lilly had been obsessed with Harry Potter ever since the sixth grade.
Sam had never understood why until Lilly had forced her to read it.
I've seen the light.
Both Sam and Lilly live in Florida on the Disney world premises, working in the park for some extra money until they finished college. They both had jobs lined up in working for Disney, their favorite place in the world (besides Hogwarts). Sam's, to be a designer for costumes and attractions and Lilly's for architecture in the park.
Sam's parents were rich business people and never saw her, so she didn't care much about them. Lilly's were dead, so she was an honorary Reynolds. They lived together in an expensive, posh apartment that her parents had bought her for her eighteenth birthday.
Right now, Sam was walking around her apartment in her favorite knee-high rainbow stripped socks that she always wore around the house and the outfit she wore to classes and hour ago. Black shorts and a red tank with a white one over it. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her bangs hanging over her right eye. Her purple dyed streaks of hair were sticking out slightly. Lilly, who had pink streaks, had talked her into it. Don't ask.
She was reading The Deathly Hallows for the umpteenth time and was settling into the couch.
"That wand's more trouble than it's worth." said Harry. "And quite honestly," he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower, and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, "I've had enough trouble for a lifetime."
Sam sighed contentedly. She may not agree completely with the way J.K. Rowling wrote the last book, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy it.
I wish Harry didn't have to have such a hard life, just so Jo could have an awesome story. I wish I could help...
Sam and Lilly like to believe that the whole Harry Potter world was real. It was their favorite pastime, especially when they were in public, scaring people with their talk about Goblins and Merpeople and such, very loudly.
Onto the epilogue...
She turned the page, expecting to see the chapter title; Nineteen Years Later but got a surprise.
Instead of the familiar line was,
Your wish is granted.
Be careful with what you do, and remember the story.
Good Luck.
Sam stared.
"What the—!" but she got cut off as a little light appeared in the crease of the book and she got sucked into it.
The book then closed itself and settled on the couch, waiting for someone to open it and realize that the story isn't the same as they remembered it.