DISCLAIMERI do not own Harry Potter. Nor am I affiliated with J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, Raincoast, or any other publishing company that handles the Harry Potter franchise. I am making no money what-so-ever from this story. I am using Mrs. Rowling purely as a character in this story. Any resemblance to other real persons, living or dead is pure coincidence and is unintended, as is any resemblance or reference to any real locations past or present.

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Chapter Three: Set it Right!

Jon slept comfortably that night, more comfortably than he had ever slept before. The bed was large and soft, the mattress being filled with goose down. The sheets were light and cool to the touch. The pillow was over stuffed and enveloped Jon's head like a cocoon. He hardly moved at all during the night, when normally he would toss and turn throughout the night to find a comfortable position to sleep in.

Hours later, Jon thought he heard someone calling his name. He also had a feeling of movement, as if someone were gently shaking him. Jon snorted in his sleep, thinking that he was just dreaming a person was calling his name. The voice became more insistent. It was a female voice, one he was unable to recognize. Jon grumbled and slowly opened his eyes.

"I'm up. I'm up," he said groggily.

He blinked a few time in the bright light, which temporarily blinded him. He looked around and did not remember where he was. He had a memory of flying to Edinburgh, Scotland and meeting Jo Rowling. He remembered being show to a room and falling asleep on the most comfortable bed he had ever seen. What he did not recognize however, was where he was now. It certainly was not the bed room he had slept in. For one thing, the room was moving! That explained why he had had a feeling of being shaken awake. This room was much smaller, and he was sitting on a seat next to a window outside which, a vast picturesque landscape was flying by.

"Are you alright Jon?" said the female voice from his left.

Jon nodded and turned to look at the speaker, and blinked in surprise. He recognized her! Or at least he thought he did. She certainly looked familiar. The trouble was he could not remember where he might have seen her before, or where he might know her from. He wanted to ask her who she was and how she knew him. He opened his mouth to ask just those questions when images flashed before his eyes. Images of himself with three other people, all of whom looked familiar to him. The images multiplied and became clearer each time the passed before his eyes. There were feelings of long forgotten memories associated with the images. Were these suppressed memories? No. These were clear memories. He saw them and somehow knew that he had always had these memories and had always had access to them.

He knew who the girl was. He looked around the compartment, and he knew he was on a train in a private compartment with three people he had just met. Yet, he knew each of them, the two boys and the girl. He knew who they were, he knew who he was. He also knew where he was, and where they were going. Suddenly, a voice entered his mind.

"You must protect your new friends. Their world is being changed beyond my control. I do not know how, or why. I only know that you, Jon, are the only one who can set their world right again."

Oddly, the thought came in the sound of a familiar voice that was not his own. It was a female voice, one much older than the girl sitting before him now. Jo? Was Jo speaking in his mind? After a moment the voice in his head faded and Jon visibly relaxed. He felt comfortable here, as if he belonged here. The voice had told him to protect his new friends, to set their world right again. What was wrong with it? What was being changed? Why was it being changed? Jon heard the voice again.

"This world is being destroyed from within. It is being re-written. Only you can save it. Not even I am capable of saving this world that I created. I can help you along they way, but I cannot openly interfere. If I openly try to set thing right, the destruction will happen more swiftly than before. That is why I asked for your help."

Jon listened to the voice. So he was here to save this fantasy world, this world that existed only on paper and in Jo's mind? How had he entered this world in the first place? It felt so real to him, as if it were his only reality, and that world in which he had met Jo was just the fantasy.

Jon's companions were still staring at him with concern on their faces. "I'm fine you guys. Don't worry so much Hermione."