"Harry where are you going?" asked Hermione, as Harry walked out of his office.

Harry was the Head of Magical Law Enforcement

Hermione was the Minister of Magic.

"I'm going to be meeting J.K Rowling" said Harry. The door of his office opened. Ron had just walked it.

"Who is J.K Rowling?" asked Ron, curiously. Hermione scowled. "Ron, he doesn't have to tell you just because you asked him" she said. "I don't know, that's why I'm meeting her" said Harry.

"We're coming with you" said Hermione as Harry went outside. Ron followed her. "Yeah," said Ron, smiling. Harry bit his lip.

"I dunno if you're allowed to come" said Harry. "Oh Harry, I'm sure J.K Rowling is perfectly okay with me and Ron coming, and I am sure she would love to meet your friends" said Hermione, smiling. Harry looked irritated but said, "Fine, come she's meeting me at the coffee shop".

So then Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way to the coffee shop. It was a new and clean place. It was much cleaner and neater than The Three Broomsticks. There was even new teas and coffees to try out. When they went inside the coffee shop they saw a young smiling woman waving at them.

"Hello," she said politely, "You must be Harry, Ron and Hermione".

Ron gaped. "How do you-

"I know you because I made all three of you" she said. "What do you mean?" asked Hermione, perplexed.

"I will tell you, but first just come and have a seat" J.K Rowling said, smiling even more. Harry sat next to J.K Rowling and Hermione and Ron sat opposite to them.

"First let me introduce myself, I am Joanne Kathleen Rowling, or J.K Rowling". "I am a British Author and I love writing".

"Now, I wrote a story about you in 1997" she said.

"What, you wrote a story about us?" asked Ron. "Shh.." said Hermione, who was deeply immersed in J.K Rowling's story.

"Yes, I wrote a story about you three and your world. Then I published the books. That's how you guys are alive." said J.K Rowling.

Harry thought about it. If J.K Rowling made Harry Potter and his universe then that meant only one thing.

"Joanne?" he croaked. "Yes?" replied J.K Rowling.

"If you made us up then...

"You're not real, yes" she said.

Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged glances.

"But" J.K Rowling said,

"You will be real if you believe it" said J.K Rowling.

Harry smiled. He believed he was real because he was. J.K Rowling made him and his world alive. He was alive.