Harry William Shang was a teenager that wanted to be a background character and not stand out from the crowd. He was at the height of 5'5, unfortunately, and has raven black uncontrollable hair. Harry was an open-minded kid who kept to himself. Although Harry was a loner, that doesn't mean he wouldn't try and make friends. William is very empathetic, even if people view him as cold and standoffish. He sympathized too well with people, real or fake, making him susceptible to his emotions.
That's why Harry tries not to show his expressions so openly. People would use his empathy against him, and it already happened once. His trust was broken by the person closest to him, no less. That was the first time he ever cried, as well as the last. Although his life was not as good as he wanted it to be, it could've been worse.
While his sense of style was much to be desired, wearing only a plain grey shirt and baggy black pants with shoes to match. To finish it off was a black bag. After all, wearing anything more than that will be wasted effort and time, or so Harry believes. He had been looking forward to reading the books, but just as he prepared to go back home after he got the books, he saw a frail-looking greybeard who looked to be in his late 80's blocking the exit. Harry had to hold back a sigh that threatened to escape his lips. Hedid not want to talk to others right now. Harry wanted to go home and read his new book, not human interaction. The raven-haired teen stared at the elderly, waiting for him to move away from the exit.
Two minutes passed by, and the greybeard still didn't move.
"Why isn't greybeard moving?" He thought to himself. Harry started to get worried the man hasn't moved for five minutes now. He moved up close to him and waved his hand in front of the elder's face, not even a flinch now he was distressed even if his face was stoic as usual. The only thing giving away his distress was his eyebrows slightly narrowed.
"Excuse me, are you alright?" He asked the aging elder before him.
The greybeard still didn't respond, causing Harry to put down his books to free his hands. He was about to check for a pulse when the man abruptly got close way too close to his face. Harry could see his reflection in the greybeard's pupils with how close their faces are to each other. He flinched when the grey-haired man got too close for his comfort and took a step back to get away from the man.
"Green eyes..." It was said so quietly in a whisper that the teen almost didn't catch it. What about his eyes? Sure it was rare for a person to have green eyes, but that didn't mean he was allowed to get up in his face! The raven-haired teen stared at the elder strangely before looking away and picking back up the books that he put on the ground. Shaking his head, Harry was about to move around the man to, finally, go back home. He was not going to deal with this.
Just as Sheng was about to take a step around the elderly, Harry felt his leg unable to move. Thinking that his leg got snared, he looked down to see what caught his leg.
He found himself standing on a large magic array that wasn't there before. Full of runes that he couldn't fully discern because of the bright glare; coming from the magic circle. The only thing he could make out was what he was standing on. It was a figure of a fearsome dragon proudly roaring into the distance.
Harry felt his instincts kick in, causing his fight or flight response to go off. Unfortunately, neither option was viable. He couldn't move, so running was a no-go. What about the fight possibility? Was that still viable? He didn't know how this was happening, magic actual magic, shouldn't be possible, or at least not in this reality, and it was about to be used on him! He was a very open-minded person, but this was pushing it.
If magic was real, then what about everything else that everyone thought wasn't real? Were Lochness and Bigfoot real? Dragons? The possibilities were endless!
He was brought out of his panicked thoughts when he heard someone chanting in a language he never heard before.
"Zok Kos Do Tiid Ahrk Space accept Dii Bonaar Laan!" The weird chanting was coming from the elder that was blocking the way earlier.
The unknown language was escaping his lips at a fast rate, Causing the magic circle to become brighter and brighter until Harry couldn't keep his eyes open. His heart was beating at insane speeds, and the adrenaline was pumping through his veins. Harry opened his mouth to yell for help, but no words came out. The light reached its apex, and the man finished the chant. Harry could feel dread and terror course through him, and he could do nothing about it. Fear filled his eyes as all the memories of his life passed through his eyes as if to witness everything he had done with his life for one last time. He didn't want to go, not when he still had so much left of what he wanted to do and so many regrets to fix. Harry William Sheng opened his mouth and let out a silent scream.
The greybeard stared at the spot where the raven-haired teen used to be. What remained were the books that Harry wanted sorely to read. He picked up one of the books that were inside the bag. There were seven of them in total. The book that he picked up caused him to smirk. "Harry Potter And The Sorcerer Stone"