A/N: So this is my second fic. I really like this plot line, but this is only a little teaser to get people hyped. I'll continue it, and hopefully write a lot more than this at a time. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: None of the characters or places are mine
Warning: None
Harry POV:
It was October 22, 2011 for the 12th time, in my life at least. It has been twelve times that the world has died out and started over again. Being the Master of Death gets boring sometimes. Seeing history change so many times but only to have the same results. I've only tried to change the world once. It ended in disaster. The world ended earlier than it was supposed to, and on my account not on the rest of humanity's. As for the rest of the times the world played through, the only things that changed were minor details that were, quite frankly, unimportant.
This time was different. This time magic was different. No Hogwarts. No Diagon Alley. No Voldemort, and no me. Actually, all of that did exist, but not in real life. It was the plot of a book. My life was turned into a children's fictional book. I can't believe that. I do have to admit it was written well.
But, back to the world crisis that nobody knows about. Things have changed majorly, and the last time that happened things went bad, really bad.
Now I'm about to enter a town that is in Maine. There's a lot of magical tension here, I can feel it. I don't exactly know what I'm walking into or how exactly I'm going to figure this out, but I'm going to fix this.
I was on one road for a long time and I had no clue where I was, but I knew exactly where I was going. I could feel the magic getting closer. It's the only source of magic I could feel in this whole world.
Finally, after not seeing anything for miles, I saw a sign that read "Welcome to Storybrooke." When I passed the sign, I felt a huge wave of magic pass over me. I knew I was in the right place.