Writing Prompts I Elaborated On...

I'm Harry Potter's Favourite Character...

As I walked around my house in my customary pj pants and sweater I listened to Nina Nesbitt in a blissful haze. Today was my day off of work and my whole foster family was out of the house for grocery shopping purposes.

My 17th birthday was just around the corner and I had been working around the clock lately so that I could afford my own apartment. I took midnight shifts and morning shifts and pretty much any shifts no one else wanted. In the interest of recuperating, I was going to draw a bath and read Harry Potter while everyone was still out.

I had this odd feeling though. The kind of feeling you get when you're at the edge of a cliff and about to jump. Which was odd since I was literally just in my pj's clutching Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone to my chest in the bathroom.

I tried to shake it off as I turned on the water and poured some bubble bath into the tub.

Just as I started taking my slippers off, the doorbell rang out crystal clear. Resolving to ignore it, I continued to undress. Taking my sweater almost all the way off before about five more rings came from the doorbell.

Heaving a rather large sigh, I redressed and shuffled my way over to the door.

I opened it rather abruptly and was about to chew out the ringer of said bell. However, I did no chewing out since the person at the door was the spitting image of how I imagined Harry Potter himself.

Tussled brown/black hair, vibrant emerald eyes, and of course he had round eyed glasses that gave him an owl type look. The first thing that came to my mind was that he was an excellent cosplayer.

"Hello. You're Elizabeth Brooks, right?" His British accent affronted me greatly because Thor Almighty this boy SOUNDED like Harry Potter.

"Em Yes. That is certainly my name." The sentence came out in pieces, but it was honestly a miracle it came out at all.

"Brilliant. Honestly you're exactly how I imagined you, but I had to be sure. Hermione would kill me if I brought back the wrong one." He sounded sure of himself and rather elated for reasons unbeknown to me.

"Hermione? As is Hermione Gra- Wait. Right what?"

"Well, right character of course. I'm sure this sounds rather strange to you, but trust me. You'll understand as soon as we get back. Come on then. We need to pack you a bag." He walked into the apartment and started going around while I stood there with my mouth hanging open.

"Wait a moment... Are you H-Harry Potter? No, you can't be. FICTIONAL. It's fiction. Must be a creepy cosplayer or something. Come to kidnap me or some crap." I muttered to myself as I walked frantically to where I'd seen him go.

He was in my room. Well, mine and my foster siblings room. He was holding my backpack and sitting on top my air mattress on the ground.

"They don't provide very good living conditions for you, do they? Well, I suppose it's better than the ones your last caretakers were providing you. If you could even call them that. 'Caretakers'.

How did he know that?

"How'd you know that?'

"Oh I read all about you. Your parents abandonment, the abusive houses you've been apart of. You finally getting into a better apartment away from your ex. You've been through quite a lot. And it was read about by a lot of my classmates and I."

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa! How the heck did you know all this though? Who published my life?" I was honestly more curious and bewildered then angry. I mean, I think this guy is actually Harry Potter. And I can't be pissed at Harry Potter the first time I meet him.

"Oh right. Well, you know how you know me? From books apparently? Well, I know you the same way. Like, through books. You're a book series."

"I AM?"

"Well, in my world you are. Your life was published by a muggle named Maxwell Livings. You're actually my favourite character." He acted so nonchalant. Like he hadn't just dropped a bomb.

"Wait. So you're the actual Harry Potter? Like, Harry James Potter? The muggle turned wizard from an abusive home like mine?" He nodded in confirmation and my lungs failed me.

This was the type of scenario that I'd always dreamed of. I mean, meeting my favourite fictional character? The character that has felt my pain and suffering and related in a way so personal? I can't even. My heart was beating out of my chest and I smiled when I realized.

I knelt down to his level from sitting on top of my bed and threw my arms around him.

"So are you going to pack or...?"