Harry shook the woman's hand with suspicion as he kept a close eye on her, his gaze lingering at a strange object in her hand.. was it a book? It looked far too weird for it to be one, its edges were jagged taking the appearance of a poorly drawn rectangle.

'Well, what is it then?', huffed Hermione who was biting her lips impatiently.

'Looks like I have written you well! Haven't I...", the strange woman trailed off 'For the most part', added the woman as an afterthought.
'Alright, whoever you are? What is the meaning off all of this. Written? We aren't some character off of a book for you to jot down', barked the irate witch at J.k Rowling.

'I didn't remember making you this ironic, Janey', said the woman non-chalantly. Hermione's froze her expression faltering, 'Janey?' thats what my dad used to call me... but that was years before I came to Hogwarts. I never told anyone did I?

'Okay, crazy woman we have better things to do. Neville and the others are still at the Ministry for godsake", yelled Ron who was about to break into a sprint before freezing in place, as if he had been hit with a full body-bind. The rest of the golden trio stared at the floating figure in awe before feeling a sense of dread, they hadn't seen any brilliant light hitting Ron.

Harry and Hermione spun on their heels and pointed their wands at J.K Rowling, 'What have you done?' bellowed Harry who was now aware of the sudden disappearance of everyone around him, as if they had been snapped out of existence. The platform was suddenly empty.

'He'll be fine. Knowing him though, I believe we should still keep him under a body bind. Lest he does something irrational", said the woman.

Ron suddenly got his voice back before finding out that he couldn't move anything below his neck. 'Okay, Woman I promise to not do anything. Just let me GO!"

J.K Rowling scratched her chin thoughtfully before opening the 'book' in her hand and jotting something down causing Ron to fall onto the ground but now regaining the use of his limbs. Harry rushed to help pick the pale man up, finding it much easier than he remembered it to be.

"Where are we?", whispered Ginny her voice cracking with fear. They were still on Platform 9 3/4, but it looked slightly off. Gone were the bright colors that adorned the once noisy train stop, now replaced with a plain white which almost replicated clouds.

"Where are we? umm... a safe place", said J.K Rowling

Hermione shook her head at this, clearly not believing it. "What do you want from us Madam?", spoke the brunette politely trying to sound as sweet as possible, angering a person who seemed to posses near god-like powers was certainly not a good idea. 'I believe someone else might be able to explain this better", responded J.K who took her book out as if she had done it a million times before and wrote something in it.

Hermione expected something big an explosion, hell maybe even a bright shining light! but nothing came. Nothing had seemingly changed until she saw a white mist forming behind the perpetrator of their make-shift kidnapping. First appeared long strands of white hair, which seemed indistinguishable with the bright background of the train station. Then came a beard that seemed to go on for ever, before finally ending at the hem of a deep indigo cloak.

'Professor Dumbledore! ', yelled Harry with relief. He instinctively grabbed Hermione hand right next to him while he failed to get a firm grip on his redheaded best friend. He ran towards the old man and wrapped him in a hug, something he hadn't expected himself to do considering his hatred for physical touch... but apparently a 10 minute meeting with a deranged woman with unseen powers could do that to you.

'Young Harry, you are of complete safety at this moment of time', said Dumbledore kindly his voice entailing a serene grandfatherly ring to it that made you trust him even if you couldn't help it. Harry released his grasp on the 100-something man, before stepping in front of Hermione protectively.

He trusted the old man with his life, but he certainly did not want to take any chances. His eyes searched for the woman who was now non-existent, as if she just decided to pop out of reality on one fine Tuesday morning.

'This is something', muttered Harry exasperated

He turned to hear steady footsteps walking towards a large desk which wasn't their a moment ago, Dumbledore sat with a heave on the large armchair he had seen him occupying several times in his past. The grandfatherly man raised his hand and pointed at the the four seats in front of him.

'Miss Weasley, Miss Granger, Mr Weasley and Mr Potter, sit down if you will', nudged Dumbledore at his dumbstruck students. Harry sat down next to Hermione while Ginny struggled to get a gawping Ron to follow her. "Dumbledore, What? How.." was all that came out of his mouth as he eventually sat down next to his kin.

'Lemon Drop?', asked Dumbledore just like he always did. Everyone gave a quick shake of their head in decline except Ron whose mouth was still opening and closing, making an impressive imitation of a goldfish. Dumbledore gave Ron a lemon drop with a knowing smile, 'I believe Mr. Weasley could use something sweet to knock him out of his daze', he said pondering.

As Ron popped a lemon drop into his mouth with a shivering hand, Dumbledore took a deep breath attracting the rapt attention of all the sentient beings near him. 'I must begin this from the beginning, the woman you saw earlier...', Dumbledore gave a hard stare at an open mouthed Hermione who was about to ask him a question, she closed her mouth and decided to wait.

'the woman you saw earlier was in way's you may not understand. Instrumental in the creation of our world.'

'But that's impossible! She looked barley over 50!', exclaimed Hermione.

'Yes, Ms. Granger you are correct. However it seems that the matter is much more complicated than that'

'How-'

'It appears that we are characters in a world famous story book, catered towards a young audience', interrupted Dumbledore authoritatively. Characters in a book? But they were real right. Everything felt so real. Even Hermione Granger, the most avid bibliophile to have walked the hallways of Hogwarts. Did not find the idea of living within the pages of a book, appealing.

It was now the rest of the groups turn to turn into impromptu goldfish, opening their mouth and closing it in synchrony. However, Ronald Billus Weasley considered this to be the most convenient time to come out of his confused state. 'Book characters? But we are real!", said Ron dumbly.

'Well, Mr. Weasley. It doesn't appear we are', Dumbeldore responded as if the acknowledgement hadn't affected him a bit. 'The woman you just saw, was J.K Rowling. Joanne Rowling'. 'Sir, how do you know?', asked Hermione who seemed unconvinced.

"Ms. Granger, it was 37 years ago when I first saw Ms. Rowling. My rounds of the Hogwarts castle was interrupted with the news of an attack on Young Harry's home in Gordics Hollow, I had ascended the steps to my office when I saw a peculiar site. A sight which still surprises me to this day. J.K Rowling was tending to Fawkes giving her affectionate pets, quite a strange incident indeed considering she had not triggered any of the hundred's of alarms placed around my quarters', answered Dumbledore before taking another deep breath.

Hermione turned her head to look at Harry for the first time since the session had begun, she bit her lips as she saw nothing on his handsome face. One could think that he was not listening at all, but the silent nods of understanding proved otherwise.

'It was there, where Mrs. Rowling provided me foresight into the future and explained the creation of the universe so many had grown to love.'

Dumbledore hesitated before continuing.

'And that's where she revealed her secret. You see Mrs. Rowling is quite the talented writer but that is not to say she didn't have help a certain 'x' factor which helped push her into the limelight. Mrs. Rowling had seemed to find a sort of notebook during her strolls around London, it was not an ordinary book mind you. It was special. It was special in the way that any character she wrote into the book, was able to move by themselves. Make sentient decisions and move in their own way. Joanne had placed the building blocks to this universe by framing a story around Young Harry, only placing the initial blocks and letting the rest fall into place. You see, Mrs. Rowling had left the world unattended allowing our personalities to move freely in the way we sought in our minds... until your 5th year. 21 years ago.

'Why would she do that?', yelled Hermione.

'Joanne provided you 5 years of freedom within the magical world, allowing your mind to control the way the story played out. She enjoyed the exquisite story lines which were the consequence of the free range our independent personalities had within the story... until Mrs. Rowling didn't. You see, Mrs. Rowling had certain pre-conceptions before allowing the book to begin writing itself.

The most relevant one, concerning your group was the following. She wished that Mr. Potter would come together with Ms. Weasley in a matrimonial union along with Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger.

Harry felt anger rising through him, 'How can she decide who I end up with?'

'All was going through plan, every plotline she had planned was taking place during the simulation. I made sure to drop in little hints which would help guide the story towards its ending.. Where you Harry, would vanquish Voldemort. It had gone perfectly, every second of it. So perfect in fact, the story was making rounds across the globe by the time the 5th one was released.', Dumbledore said unaware of Harry's inner thoughts.

'That was until, You and Ms. Granger shared a kiss upon her recovery from a dark curse she had sustained during the Battle of the Departments', said Dumbledore looking at both Harry and Hermione with a glint in his eye.

Harry and Hermione snapped their eyes to each other before blushing furiously. After seeing the fully matured versions of the other, they couldn't help but believe that their younger selves had made the right choice. Mrs. Rowling refused to allow this to continue though and erased it from the book.

Harry cursed the strange woman in his mind, 'Damn her, I kissed Hermione! And I can't even remember it". Hermione twisted in her chair, the thought of kissing Harry had passed her mind during the 3rd and 4th year. Harry's crush on the pretty Ravenclaw Seeker Cho Chang though, vanished those thoughts as she hid those memories deep in the dark corners of her heart in an attempt to save her from heartbreak. She couldn't help but stop a triumphant smile overcoming her face, she loved out-performing her peers and defeating Cho was certainly not an exception.

'MATE! You.. Knew I liked her", fumed Ron Weasley clearly dissatisfied with the revelation. 'I don't know what your talking about', responded Harry dumbly trying to evade the redhead's advances.

Hermione on the other hand merely ignored the other red head in the room. "Why is she revealing herself to us now then?", inquired Hermione who seemed oddly calm for someone who realized that their entire life is a lie.

'Well Ms. Granger, it seems that the end of the book takes place 19 years after young Harry's victory over Voldemort in the Battle of Hogwarts which would have taken place in your 7th year', responded Dumbledore before passing another lemon drop to Ron who seemed like he was about to faint.

'J.K Rowling however felt that something was off, she didn't find it moral to continue controlling your lives', Dumbledore finished

'Oh how thoughtful of her!', muttered Harry sarcastically.

'What did you say Harry?'

Harry jumped at the sudden voice and turned to see his creator.

'What do you want? What can you possibly do that will make this better', yelled Harry. 'Well, there is one thing I could do', she said coolly.