Didn't actually have anything to say. Anyone seen Shadow Garden? Chills...Just chills...!

There are two ways to look at the ground ; Just past your stomach and beneath your feet - RAP

France, Port of Lea

A faint Pop! sound materialized a white haired old man in the fields of a ancient courtyard. The owners weren't present and the immediate occupant didn't seem to be curious about their whereabouts. The old man hurriedly made his way to a villa that decorated the landscape, his hands still grasping a tiny bundle of fine blue cloth.

The rusted white gate which came across his path opened immediately. Albus hurried to the Villa main door and with a swish of his hand , an invisible bell rung thrice. In just a couple of seconds, the oak doors opened and he entered the house. Following the clear blue colored hallways, he stood in front of an oak door.

"Albus Dumbledore here to see Mr. Flamel, utmost importance."

A spot next to the oak door that had a moment ago been a blue color suddenly turned gold. A second later the door opened without a sound and Albus strode in. His gait though careful still showed his hurry, his right hand clutched a piece of cloth.

Down the flight of steps, he emerged in a hallway that mirrored the upper hallway except for its blue color which had taken the hue of reddish gold. He walked up to the 3rd door and opening it, he saw an apparatus of exquisite craftsmanship which the creator had given the name: Philosopher's Die.

He carefully opened the cloth in his right hand and with the help of a pair of tweezers next to the table, picked up the slightly glowing stone and placed it in the flat surface in the center of the device. A second later the flat surface diluted like water and shaped itself like a small delicate hand that perfectly held the stone aloft. Next a series of lights hit the stone and a delicate pen emerged from the device which started writing something in the air.

Albus stared at the rapidly forming words and diagrams in the air, before a familiar voice sounded behind him. Albus hadn't noticed his friend approach so engrossed he was in the reddish words that were now filling the space in front of him.

"Is that what I think it is?", the voice sounded old and raspy but no one could mistake the surprise in them.

An old man wearing a patterned gown, his hands wearing black gloves strode in, watching intently at the stone that had now started to glow in earnest. He disregarded the floating words and with a flick of his fingers, he was holding the stone which seemed to shimmer at his touch.

"Come quick", Nicholas said as he hurried through a door that had just appeared on the wall next to them. Passing through the two old men were suddenly in a vast dry and empty underground land. In the center another device lay unmoving. The surroundings were uncharacteristically bare and metallic to the eye. Albus knew that underneath the metallic walls and ground lay a plethora of carved runes and magic inlay-ed gems. This room was created so as to not be destroyed by the more explosive experiments of the Alchemist Flamel.

Nicholas doing his utmost not to jostle the package in his hand and carefully placed the ruby in the slot on the device. He then lightly tapped a series of runes carved in the device console and started the device. With a slight brightening the device went to work as 7 circular rings of metal started rotating around the stone. Suddenly the red glowing stone placed in the middle started to glow ever so bright and tiny strings of red light were pulled to the surrounding now blue glowing rings.

"Just in time.", Nicholas heaved a slight breath of relief and turned to Dumbledore.

"It is as I feared then", Albus said; his face serious. The previous talk he had with the Alchemist regarding this particular stone now had reached its fearful and yet the least possible conclusion.

"An Obscurial effect", the Alchemist continued, his eyes still studying the device rotating in front of them.

"Even while not exhibiting any signs of Magic suppression, Dastaan is..." Dumbledore continued.

The rest of the sentence was lost in a jarring sound that the device made. Nicholas despite his advanced age swiftly retreated with Dumbledore. First the innermost and then the second ring ; one by one all the rings started to emit the jarring sound and started haphazardly moving around the stone. It seemed as if the device was malfunctioning but this device wasn't made to malfunction. Magic wasn't.

A second later everything stilled but instead of checking the device, Nicholas took Dumbledore and retreated to the outside of the room. He closed the ornate door with a few light swings and a neon lights above the door frame lit up.

"I would like to meet the young man in person, if possible", Nicholas said suddenly. Albus paused, his eyes betraying his surprise but then nodded. A few muffled booms sounded from inside the room.

"At the end of the year?", Albus asked. With a final boom the lights above the door faded.

"Yes, he will have to have quite the dull year for now.", Nicholas said as he once again opened the door and stopped. The room had turned completely dark. Frowning; he muttered something under his breath and waved his wand. A light appeared in the room and the hand holding the wand wavered.

"I am afraid, I must insist to meet him sooner.", came his shocked voice. Beside him the shocked face of Dumbledore stared at the room which had suddenly become completely golden.

"It's real", said Nicholas waving his wand over the cloth left on the table. "Quite amazing, I have never seen this happen before. I will have to study it but it's fair to say something's up with the boy. Where did you say he came from, Albus?"

"I didn't actually. The boy's letter says the Kings Cross station which is odd and he doesn't have a last name. I will have to look into Mr. Dastaan then. His arrival in Hogwarts seems to have brought forth lots of questions.", Dumbledore said as he peered at the room.

A soft flipping of a page suddenly broke Dastaan's thoughts. The world around him had stopped once more and a series of words appeared.

[New scenario is being generated...]

[The 'Na...' is watching you closely...]

[Your 'Beginning' is being checked...]

[The title [Dastaan and The Philosopher's Stone] is being seen...]

[Insufficient weight...]

Reader's Right is activated.

[Your *n*#$ is being threatened...]

[Check is activating..]

[...]

[...]

(As a character, your origin is insufficient to warrant your involvement to this story! Based on the following, your origin story will be finalized.)

[Check : Origins of a Character!]

[Your story : Dastaan and the Philosopher's Stone is being read. At it's end depending on the story rating, your origin will be determined.]

[Reward: ?]

[Punishment : Reader status will be revoked.]

[Immersion : 6 %]

[Story rating : F]

[More details will be seen]

I blinked and the world resumed it's time. I looked around at the myriad portraits surrounding me which had no idea something had happened. Rereading the previous updates, I thought of the newly received Check.

'In all the time I have been here, this Check didn't prop up which could mean until just now; I hadn't really been seen of any significance but now something changed. Dumbledore must be hiding something from me since he is the only significant change that has happened to me today. Did his and Nicholas's interest in me and my history lead to this Check?. Probably or it might be something to do with Harry. Guess I will know once he returns.'

"Reader status will be revoked; Hmm..doesn't sound that dangerous."

[H. is laughing at you]

[B. is looking at you]

[G. is looking at your book]

'No more symbols for names huh...My book?...oh that one'

With a wave of my hand, a simple gold embossed cover appeared in his hand. The book didn't seem to startle the surrounding portraits. I had checked it many times, none of the people around him could actually see this book at any point of time per se. They did see the book but didn't see how it appeared in his hand. They could see the book open and the pages inside but for them it's just some book that I just happen to read.

It was actually random, since once Ron had asked him why he was reading the recipe for Lamb chops while Harry thought he was reading a Muggle story book. Though that did made him realize that he shouldn't open the book in a multitude of people, since many people seeing many things while looking at the same thing could raise questions (even in a Magic World. Shocker!)

I opened the book and right there on the first page written in bold italics was the 'Check'. I read it again and it was the same except the words faintly shimmered as if floating just a pinch above the page. I reached out my finger and touched the punishment aspect.

[Punishment : Reader status will be revoked.]

[Reader Status : Your status as a reader allows you to interact with this world and its destiny. Without this status you will be erased from this world.]

I read the words, but suddenly couldn't understand them. I re-read them slower and without any conscious thought I was saying them out loud. My singular voice echoed in my head while I started to feel this weird sense of vertigo.

'Am I going to die. After coming to this world, this magical place...I will die.'

I lost my balance and sat on the steps of the Headmaster's office. Looking around I found out that I was sitting right where Harry had (would) sat (sit) after seeing Snape's memories and finding out his fateful death. I became so lost that I didn't even see the prompts. The memory like a just seen movie presented itself to me immediately.

[Warning...Reader's emotions are open..]

[The *n*#$ has seen you...]

[The *n*#$ is overwhelming you..]

[Sufficient conditions met...]

[Awakening Fourth...]

"So the boy…the boy must die?"
"I thought…all these years…that we were protecting him for her. For Lily."
"We have protected him because it has been essential to teach him, to raise him, to let him try his strength."
"Sometimes I have thought he suspects it himself."
"You have kept him alive so that he can die at the right moment?"
"Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?"
"For him?" ... "Expecto Patronum!"
"After all this time?"
"Always."

The scene and words watched and read in the long past and in the near future floated in the room like a very heavy curtain of invisible air. For a moment I couldn't breathe, the possibility of death; already so heavy that I couldn't move...

And then just as suddenly the feeling faded.

[You have awakened Fourth wall.]

'Right I am in a story which means somehow I am also a part of this story. What about my own?'

But Harry didn't...He knew his fate but had (will) still taken (take) the steps. No matter the end, he still chose to face it rather than run.

'What sort of friend I would be if I couldn't do the same. And anyway it's not fixed yet. I still have a chance.'

With a renewed light of hope, I gripped my hands.

'My story is being acknowledged huh...I will show you a great story then...'

[Immersion : 7 %]

I opened the skill description:

[Fourth Wall : A skill that allows the reader to protect their emotions and mind from all invasive events]

'So the fourth wall is like auto mind shield. Now I don't have to worry about Dumbledore and Snape.'

With a light pop, I felt a small gust of freezing wind pass by me; I wasn't alone anymore. I fixed my clothes and patted my curly hair to flatten them (impossibly) and after taking a quick deep breath turned around to see Professor Dumbledore standing behind me with a concerned expression.

"Are you okay, Mr. Dastaan?", his hand held a brown cloth.

'No doubt the Philosopher's Stone.'

"Yeah, I am okay. Sir.", I tried to keep my usual smile "Did you do the thing you set out to?".

Dumbledore frowned a little but didn't ask further but carefully opened the brown cloth and held it out for me. The red stone glistened slightly in the evening light. It had changed from the earlier sharp and bulky shape; now it looked much smaller or thinner perhaps and the flimsy chain I had tied to its end had been replaced with a dim silver chain the felt cold to the touch.

The minute I slipped the chain around my neck and the stone touched my skin, I felt as if I was just now warming up after a very cold bath. I shivered slightly as the feeling passed.

"Everything alright?", Dumbledore asked no doubt seeing my reaction. He gestured to the chairs and we took our seats.

"Yeah, it's just a cold feeling", I answered adjusting the stone and looking at him.

"Mr. Dastaan, now that you have settled down. It's time that we had a proper chat about your condition.", he held his hands together and peered at me over his half moon spectacles.

'I knew it, he was the one who had triggered Check, this oldie.'

"Sir, I too have been thinking about myself and this condition. I had an inkling that it could be related at first but now I am certain."

"About what?", Dumbledore prompted; his attention rapt on me. He leaned forwards and I felt the seemingly chattery portraits suddenly become quite so silent.

"Sir, I have no memories of this life here before I woke up on the London railway platform.", I said while looking at my feet careful of my wording.

'A mysterious origin...is always good for the story. Next would be a mysterious artifact...'

"No memories...could you please explain? ", his voice had taken a inquisitive tone.

"On Sept 1st, I woke up at the London platform with the wand and the ticket to Hogwarts in my hand. At first I couldn't understand where or who I was, then I realized my name and shortly after that I am a wizard.", I flourished my wand out of my pocket and placed it in front of Dumbledore.

"I have no recollection of ever going to any wand-maker, no collection of even buying the clothes or..or..any of it.", I explained honestly since technically the me of this world had just appeared out of nowhere into this world.

Dumbledore took my wand and held it lightly in his right hand and tilted it left to right, examining it. A moment later his eyes glimmered in curiosity.

"A curious creation...Mr. Dastaan, do you know anything about this wand?", he gave the wand a light flourish towards the bookcase.

Nothing happened.

I could see his curiosity towards my wand grow. His eyes glowed as he gave the wand another flourish, "Curious indeed."

"I am sorry. What is curious?", I asked hoping he could solve the secret of my wand.

"How much do you know about wand-making?", he asked while waving his wand (THE ELDER WAND!) towards what I could only assume was his bedroom. A small box appeared floating from his room and into his hand.

"Not extensively, but I did do a light reading to search for my wand's core.", I stated.

"May I presume it was from the Wandlore Galore?", he opened the box which seemed to be filled with a white blackish powder.

"Yes and also Wands across History.", I added as Dumbledore sprinkled a pinch of the powder onto the wand.

Nothing happened.

"Amazing!", Dumbledore exclaimed with a raise of his eyebrows.

"Yeah I came up with a daring idea, my wand has no core.", I said just as a couple notifications sprung up in front of my eyes.

[The story 'Mysterious wand' is being created]

[All stories related to/or influenced by you will increase your story's rating!]

[Warning! Similarly it will also decrease your story's rating]

[Overall rating has increase slightly]

"Not quite but also not wrong", Dumbledore continued asking while not letting go of my wand.

With a thought, the notifications disappeared and I focused on my wand that seemed to have garnered quite a bit of curiosity from the old Headmaster.

"I don't understand, Sir; what do you mean?", I asked while thinking about my own efforts and experiments to find out actually what the wand was made of. A side project; I didn't exactly focus all my attention on it since I could not even use it.

"Mr. Dastaan, I would like to keep your wand with me for a few days.", Dumbledore peered at me overlooking the wand.

"This...Sure but for what?", I shrugged.

"I have a friend that has a particular interest in wand crafting. He should be able to shed some light on this matter.", he cleaned the wand with a cloth piece and then proceeded to keep it in a slim box (that I was sure wasn't there a second ago)

"Now about your past, since you too have no recollection about your origins, we should talk about the present.", he took one of his sweets and offered me one.

I declined but proceeded his question ,"Of the present, Sir?".

"Yes, your magical condition is what I would like to further discuss with you. As you no doubt already know the creator of the Philosopher's stone; Nicholas Flamel is one of my dear friends and someone who had delved deeper into unique magical conditions for his research.", he took a pause and peered at me before continuing, "Just now I did take the stone to him for an examination and after his examination, he has requested your attendance as soon as possible."

"Nicholas Flamel. The worlds most famous and rich alchemist wants to meet me!", I exclaimed at him not entirely fake. I didn't think I would get involved with Flamel since I thought Dumbledore would have a handle on things. Seems like even Dumbledore couldn't parse my remedy.

"Oh..Yes, he has insisted that I take you to meet him in the next few days."

"Yes I would love to meet him", I said while grinning. One of the world's richest alchemist and a practically immortal man, who wouldn't wanna meet him. Though he hadn't been introduced as anything other than a name in movies (Philosopher's Stone) but the prequel did show him as a very mummy-fied man. As far as I saw he fought with Newt Scamander against Grindelwald.

"Very well then, please inform your friends that you won't be spending the upcoming weekend with them and I am sure considering your academic records, your Head of House won't begrudge me taking you away.", Dumbledore smiled at me. I took the dismissal and stood up from my chair.

"One last thing, Mr. Dastaan", I stopped at his words and turned to face him ,"Sir?"

"We have talked about your wand, your magic and your yet unknown past, just for surety is there anything else that you would like me to know?", his eyes twinkled as he looked at me and had I not known that I am immune to Occlumency, I would be so sure that he knew my secret.

My thoughts focused at his question, the answer was so close to my lips but I stopped myself. If this had happened before; before I knew that my 'story' was being read or that I would have to prove myself even to just exist in this world; I think I would have just told him about Harry and his future and the ending. That way I could live a magical life without the dangers and unknown riding on me and my friends.

'Friends..huh..They always were I guess. But now...I can't tell him the whole thing.'

"No, Sir at least not that I can be sure of.", his eyes bore into me at the wording , "I still need some time before I can confirm my theories but I shall let you know immediately."

"Please do. It may help us find your family or relatives.", his eyes had never left me and neither did I relent.

"Of course, Prof. ", I gave him a army salute and walked right out the room.