Could this day get any weirder? and that came from a wizard. And not just a wizard, but none other than the famous Harry Potter.
Harry was on a special information-gathering mission with Remus Lupin for the Order of the Phoenix. They were getting close to finding something big. Suddenly, just as they were on the verge of something, a legion of Death Eaters began swarming around them from all sides. They began to draw their wands and all began the same curse. Remus panicked and yanked on Harry's arm to performed a side-along apparition, but the last thing Harry saw was a bronze dagger with a lightening bolt carved into it flying straight for them. Everything went into slow motion. Harry felt an enormous pressure on his skull and saw blinding lights. He felt sick to his stomach and his vision went fuzzy. His mouth tasted like metal and he smelt burning flesh. His skin felt rubbery and his hair was standing on edge. Harry was twisted like a pretzel and squished like clay. He was stretched paper thin and then reshaped back to normal. Light came into his vision and he heard an explosion.
The sun hurt Harry's eyes. He was lying on a mountainous ground looking up at the clear blue sky. His ears popped so everything sound like static. When his senses came back he sat upright and wiped his hand on his forehead. He took a closer look and saw that he was wearing a purple DC sweat jacket over an orange t-shirt. He had a splitting headache and couldn't quite remember what he was doing. Harry looked across a large crater in the field and was stunned to find that he was staring at a 17-year-old boy with green eyes, round glasses and a lightening bolt scar on his forehead.