A/N: So, I've decided to write a RTB fic! Updates will most likely be sporadic and in the wee hours of morning. Please review.

I had a wonderful dream last night. I was woken up by J. K. Rowling herself, and she proceeded to chat with me about Harry Potter and then gave me the rights. Then my alarm clock went off.

Here we go:

It began in a place called the Room of Requirement, or at least, it was something of the sort. Then, two things appeared. The first was a box, containing 7 books. The second item was a note, written in purple ink on old parchment.

A flash of purple light lit up the room. 13 people found themselves in this room, each seated on their own comfy purple armchair.

"Remus? Where the hell are we?" asked a boy with sleek black hair. He was the first to talk. Several other people began to talk, and the noise grew deafening.

"Alright, alright! Please settle down," said a tall man with long white hair and a beard. Everyone complied immediately. "We seem to be here for a reason. Does anyone know?"

"I don't, Professor," replied a girl with long red hair and emerald eyes. She was sitting next to her boyfriend, a black-haired, hazel-eyed beanpole of a wizard. "But there's a note here. Why don't you read it?"

"As you wish, Lily." He reached forward and plucked the parchment off of the box of books. He cleared his throat.

"To Remus, Sirius, James, Lily, Frank, Alice, Molly, Arthur, Fabian, Gideon, and Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore:

You are all here for a reason. In front of you, you have a series of Muggle books from the future. I advise that you read them. As a reminder, it is illegal to curse Muggles, even those that know about our world. Remember that things may not be what they seem.

Sincerely,

A friend."

It was met with silence.

"I'll start, Professor," said the sandy haired boy called Remus. Without further ado, he grabbed the first book out of the box. It was entitled Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.

Me: DUN DUN DUN!

Harry: Why don't I get to be there?

Me: Nobody has reviewed yet. I think that at the end of every book, a future person will come. When you review (and you will), you can tell me who you want and how old you want them to be.

Harry: But they might not vote for me… *sulks*

Me: Get over it. Push that blue button, please! Reviews make me happy…

Love,

Emily

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