AN: so this is something that's popped into me head in the middle of the day and i thought 'Why not? my email for this account is called rabidplotbunny for a reason.

Key:

Thoughts - narrative

Thoughts - author, the in story writer

"Thoughts" - character speak

We open the scene at a cupboard door under the stairs of 4 Privet Drive Surrey, an air vent and a bolt lock adorned on its structure where our protagonist lay on the dawn of August 31st. Our protagonist, one Harry James Potter lay in a curled heap as his body underwent the painful process of healing itself from a vicious round of 'Harry Hunting' from the previous day, the automatic biological process of healing bruises and micro fractures from Harry's cousin Dudley's fat handed blows to the sides of Harry's ribcage healing at an accelerated rate via a subconscious channeling of his magic-

"Whoever the hell you are, could you please shut up! I'm tired and sore, and I have to get up soon to cook breakfast and I want to savor this period of peace as long as I can."

Huh, that wasn't supposed to happen, our protagonist spoke to me, that shouldn't be possible, though maybe it was something his mother did to him 10 years ago against Old Mould before she died.

"The Hell do you know about my mum, my aunt and uncle say she died in a car crash."

And you actually believe that? After everything that was done to you by them, how much they've turnred the suburb againt you so your aunt and uncles treatment of you isn't thought of as criminal but as just deserved punishment?

"Well no…."

Well then, as I was typing, err, saying, as I was saying-

"Wait a second whoever you are! The heck did you say type for?! What the hell's going on?"

Oh crap, he heard that, well shit…. Oh well might as well tell the runt, after all, what could possibly go wrong?

"I'm not a runt!"

Wow I touched a nerve there! I was going to tell you just be patient. *ahem* I'm a man sitting at a computer right now typing on a keyboard in Word, writing a story about Harry Potter of my own design, in short terms, this is a fanfiction about you where I can do whatever the hell I want to anyone and no one can stop me.

"…."

I was setting the scene for the opening of my story in 3rd person perspective, zeroing the mental eyes of those that chose to read this story onto your current location and state of being when you talked back to me, that's not supposed to happen.

"Huh, that's interesting. Could you tell me some more?"

Its highly frowned upon for the writer to talk to their characters in such a fashion outside of start and end of story authors notes… but since you somehow caught me out I don't see what the harm is, shoot.

"Could you fix things so that my life isn't so crappy and my family don't hate me?"

Hmmm…

AN: not so long a post i know, but this is an idea that I put to you, the readers of fanfiction, is such a story plausible?

The overall idea was for Harry to become the writer of his own world, essentially give Harry total autonomy over everything and see what Harry would do with it. and that wold also mean that Harry as the protagonist and focal character would read any and all reviews and comments and reply like one would in a 4th wall break.

i got the idea roughly from the South Park Episode where Cartman reads a Christmas story to his class that has those demonic critters that get Stan to kill the lion and Kyle assists in the birth of the Antichrist.