Chapter 1

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Dan's POV

I'm just sitting in my sofa crease when it happens. Out of nowhere, a ferocious green fire erupts out of mine and Phil's chimney.

"Aargh!" Phil bolts upright. His glasses have fallen off his face.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" I scream, flipping my Macbook Pro off my lap, making it go soaring through the air. CRASH. It shatters into about 5 pieces on the floor. Great. Just great. That's almost £900 broken.

Swiftly, I direct my head back towards the fireplace; I almost shriek in terror. Phil looks stiff as a board, his mouth hanging open in shock, and even paler than usual (if that's even possible).

A foot exits the fire, followed by a pair of legs and a torso. My mind begins racing and my heart, though pounding faster than ever, skips more than just one beat, I'm sure.

Surely it can't be....

Phil's POV

My poor mind can't process what's happening.

Harry Potter- like actual Harry Potter, not just Daniel Radcliffe, exits the chimney. Exactly how he's described in the books. Exactly.

Dan and I both choke on our own saliva in unison. This can't be real life; I pinch myself to see if I'm dreaming. I pinch a little too hard, causing my arm to immediately hurt, but still I don't wake up. I don't take drugs- SO WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?!

I turn my head to look at Dan, who appears to be swallowing air; he keeps opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish. His dark eyes are stretched wide in horror and amazement- I think he might vomit; his skin is tinged green and he's nervously sweating.

'Hi Dan and Phil. I need to talk to you about something.'









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