Heyyo Readers...yeah I am back and this time with a new fanfic, one I have been wanting to write for quite some time and frankly had a draft ready for a long time. Like all the rest of my works this too will have a very unusual update timeline. Hope you enjoy!

'You know these days I often wish I could live in a world far away from here, don't you?' - RAP

'..scar had not pained Harry for 19 years. All was well.'

I closed the book softly as I sighed. I had been reading one of my favorite books ever; Harry Potter while travelling from my workplace. I have read it like a hundred times already, watched the movies every time I felt like watching but I still sighed whenever I read or saw it end. It is quite a nostalgic feeling. The damp gloomy weather and the rocking train didn't help matters.

The train rocked softly and I heard the pitter patter of the raindrops on the glass. The glass reflected a young man of about 30-ish years looking back at me. Dark black eyes stared back at me under a retreating hair-line. I became 26 years old a few days ago and I my work took me to new places always so I didn't stay home most of my time.

I stared at my reflection silently thinking about the ending. All was well. The ordinary ending made me question it quite a lot when I first read it but now that I had become older and more wiser, it seemed all the more real. I didn't want it to end at that time and I ranted quite a lot but now I feel silly. I wished so much for it to become real, for me to wave my wand and be free of any restrictions. To go anywhere I wanted, do anything and be anyone. That's what magic made me feel back in my younger days. I guess it is time to end this. I am not that young anymore and I can't just keep on living in a unrealistic world when I had a real world in front of me.

It is time to let this go. I sighed again and decided to flip to the last page of the book again one last time and almost flipped the book when instead of the usual 19 years later, I saw a blank page.

I flipped the pages over and discovered to my surprise that the whole damn book had been erased. There is nothing written anywhere. Even the cover had changed to show a picture of the Hogwarts Castle and no name whatsoever. Confused I flipped the page to the first page to discover writing.

Wish Granted.

I couldn't close my mouth when all of a sudden the train lurched to a side and all I could see is darkness.

"Hey, boy", a sudden shake woke me up and I looked around groggily. A middle aged man was looking down on me. My head felt like fluffy cotton to me, the sound around me sounded jumbled as if playing through a bad radio. My eyelids threatened to close again.

"What's your name? Where are your parents?", a rough hand shook me again impatiently.

'What happened? Was I in a accident?'

Instead of answering the stranger's voice, I looked at my surroundings. Perhaps the stranger felt like explaining.

"You are on the King's Cross Station."

'King's Cross Station where have I heard tha...Shit! I remember the book. It was blank one second and then..'

"Wish granted", I shook my head smiling then I stopped.

'What happened to my voice? Nah I might have gotten a concussion...'

"Excuse me Sir, do you happen to know about platform number 3 3/4?", a way too familiar voice asked from behind the man.

My body tightened for a minute, my ears perking, "No way it couldn't be. He cannot be here. No...I cannot be here."

I felt like the time slowed. I didn't hear what the man said to the owner of the voice nor the reply. I simply shifted a bit and lost all bearings. Standing in front of me is a clueless young Redcliffe or should I say it is Harry potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, THE protagonist of the Harry Potter series.

He looked just as confused and anxious as he did in the movie. His eyes passed by me and towards my right then stopped and looked directly at me.

"Are you too going to Hogwarts?", he asked in a way I wished someone had asked me when I was eleven.

"What?..I am..."

He approached me while ignoring the guard who grumbled something about time wasters and went his way.

"I just saw your wand and asked. I am a first year and I can't seem to find this platform 3 3/4", he pointed at my right hand which seemed to just regain it's function and tightly clenched a wooden stick.

My breathing hitched for a second as I felt...something. There is a stick in my right hand which I could swore wasn't there a second ago. I wrapped my fingers around it unconsciously. The stick seemed to be a bit warm at first and I felt a connection between it and me. The connection felt amazing..ethereal. I couldn't explain it even if I wanted to. As if this is the first time I held it, the wand responded and I felt the air rumble with a hum of something...of MAGIC. The air seemed like a storm with me at the eye of it and then it just blew up.

SWOOSH

The invisible blast of air threw most of Harry's suitcase and Hedwig's cage falling down while Harry stumbled and fell down. His black mop of hair went flying everywhere whereas his spectacles almost flew off. The nearby pedestrians looked around to find the source of this wind, they looked towards us but then turned and went their way.

I quickly got up and helped Harry while silently pocketing my wand and then it hit me.

'My hands are too small. No scratch that. I am too small.'

"I am so sorry about that. I don't know what happened with my...em wand.", I helped Harry up while apologizing. He looked a bit put off but he smiled at me the next second when I helped pick up his luggage especially when I apologized to Hedwig.

"It's okay. These days it seems all sorts of weird things are happening around me.",he adjusted his specs and continued speaking.

"Anyway my name is Harry Potter. Nice to meet you.", he extended his arm while smiling.

"Erm..Nice to meet you too. My name is Dastaan. Just Dastaan."

Ding!

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You have met the Main Protagonist : Harry Potter [The Boy Who Lived]

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