Hi guys, I'm back. I've decided to pick myself up and get back to my writing.

Chapter 1

Not too far away, a young man in his early twenties was sleeping, quite uncomfortably, at his computer. Images of just about everything played across his monitor as the computer downloaded them. Suddenly, without warning, his screen became dark. Slowly a message being typed at the top of the screen read "Wake up Harry Potter". The young man slowly opened his eyes. "What the?" Was all that he could reply. After pressing escape several times he resorted to ctrl-alt-del, but to no avail. The message dissapeared, only to have another one replace it. "You have the magic." The man was utterly bewildered. His real name was Thomas Anderson, his on-line name was Harry Potter. He didn't know why but there was something about the name that name that pulled him, it was just a regular name but it held significance, as if from some happy dream in his bleak life. "Follow the white rabbit." What the hell? Follow the white rabbit?" this time the words "knock knock." Appeared and almost as on cue, almost as if it was planned, almost as if it made for some higher purpose, there were two hard knocks on the door. Thomas looked away from the monitor for just a split second, but when he turned back he was extremely surprised to see the machine was completely shut down.

Opening the door slightly he inquired in a hoarse whisper. "Who is it?" "It's Troy." Knowing for sure that Troy wasn't here to harm him, he allowed the door to open further. "Yeah," he said in a bewildered tone "Yeah, your two hours late." "I know," Troy grunted nonchalantly, "It's her fault" He slightly nodded his head to the woman standing beside him and made nothing more of it. Thomas eyed the woman next to him, he had never seen her before, she must have been Troy's "woman of the week". Her make up was done so heavily she looked like she was made from plastic. Thomas turned back to Troy. "You got the money?" Troy pulled a bundle of notes from jacket, tightly bound by an elastic band. "Two thousand grand." Thomas quickly took the money before Troy had a moment to reconsider. He went to his book shelf and pulled out a hard leather book, he opened it and instead of having the pages of a bible, it was hollowed out, filled with a multitude of disks and CD's. He took out one CD and replaced with the notes.

He arrived back at the door and handed Troy the CD. "Hallelujah. You're my saviour, man. My own personal Jesus." Obviously the contents of the CD was going to pull Troy from a lot of trouble, but Thomas knew quite how serious this transaction was. "You get caught using that..." Troy nonchalantly waved his hand, as if to dismiss Thomas' seriousness. "Yeah, I know. This never happened. You don't exist." That last sentence rang in Thomas' ears as if it was yelled at him 'You don't exist'. He turned back to his computer, expecting it to bear another mysterious message, nothing, it was still shut off. Had the messages been some sort of dream? But than how did his dream know that someone was about to knock on the door? "Something wrong, man? You look a little whiter than usual." "My computer..." Thomas started, but he then stopped. He knew that the computers message had little to do with how he felt. The truth was that he had been feeling strange for a long time. It was about a year ago. He just woke up one morning and felt that something was wrong, the feeling had graduilly increased since then, it was also about that time which he began racketeering. "You ever have that feeling where you're not sure wether you're awake or still dreaming?" Troy sighed. "All the time, its called Mescaline, it's the only way to fly." Troy smiled at his own little joke" Hey, it just sounds to me like you need to unplug, man. You know, get some R&R. What do you think, DuJour?" This he was saying to his female companion. "Shall we take him with us?" The woman named DuJour looked him up and down, smiled and said "definetely." Thomas turned away. "I can't, I have work tomorrow." At this DuJour put her arm around Troy, exposing her right shoulder to him. "Come on, it'll be fun, I promise." Thomas didn't really hear this, he was preoccupied with her tattoo one her right shoulder, in the shape of a white rabbit. 'Follow the white rabbit' said the message-dream. It was right about the door, it was probably right about this. He looked her straight in the eye and said. "Yeah, sure, I'll go."

The club was very noir and not to Thomas' taste. He had twice rejected a drink and was even offered some LSD, which he also rejected. He had just come out of the men's room and leaned against a wall when a woman dressed in leather walked up to him. "Hello Harry Potter." That being his on-line name, there were only five people who knew he was connected to it, and she wasn't one of them. "How did you know that name?" he whispered, after all, under that name he committed an almost infinite list of crimes. "I know a lot about you." She seemed to have a British accent, it was also commented that he seemed to have a British accent but as far as he could remember, he had never been there. "Who are you." "My name is Hermione." Thomas looked at her in astonishment. "Hermione, the Hermione? That cracked the IRS database?" Hermione looked down, her ponytail falling across her shoulders. "That was a long time ago." Her tone seemed to have a hint of regret in it. "Jesus!" Hermione looked back into his bright green eyes. "What?" "I just though, um... that you were a guy." Hermione smiled, as if expecting him to say that. "Most guys do." She stared deep into his green eyes, As if expecting to suddenly remember who she was, remember all the times they had together and all the adventures. But there was no spark of recognition, no sudden return of memory, and to say the truth, her glare to freak him out. "It was you on my computer. How did you do that?" "Right now, all I can tell you is that you're in danger. I brought you here to warn you." "Of what?" "They're watching you, Harry." This, obviously, was news to him "Who is?" She stopped him from talking with a movement of her hand. "Please just listen. I know why you're here, Harry. I know what you've been doing. I know why you hardly sleep, why you live alone, and why night after night you sit at your computer. You're looking for him. I know, but it's not him you're looking for. You're was looking for an answer. It's the question that drives us mad. It's the question that brought you here. You know the question just as I do." Somehow, Thomas knew what he had to say, he didn't know how and he didn't know why. "What is magic." Hermione smiled, he said exactly what she expected him to, this might just be the Harry Potter they were looking for, even if he was missing his famous scar. "The answer is out there, Harry. It's looking for you. And it will find you, if you want it to."

Thomas didn't remember anything after that. He didn't even remember how he got home. All he could remember was waking up the next morning, two hours late for work and only being able to say "Shit". Now he was in Mr Rhineheart's office, being given a lecture. "You have a problem with authority, Mr. Anderson. You believe that you are special, that somehow the rules do not apply to you. Obviously you are mistaken. This company is one of the top software companies in the world because every single employee understands that they are part of a whole. Thus if an employee has a problem, the company has a problem. The time has come to make a choice, Mr. Anderson. Either you choose to be at your desk on time from this day forward or you choose to find yourself another job. Do I make myself clear?" Thomas barely heard his very uptight boss when this was said, his mind was wondering to the events of last night, he was also somehow being distracted by the window washers outside the window of this high rise office. "Yes sir, quite clear." At this, he left to get back to his day to day job.

A/N
Well, it's quite exciting. I'd appreciate some ideas, I still haven't figured how I'm going to translate some plot points from The Matrix to Harry Potter, so I hope you guys could give me a hand with that one.