The Heroine, The Bad Boy and The Wizard(s)

They are so creepy. One of them has a big protuding mole on her big long nose. The other one is completely hunched, a big hump on the left side of her back. The third one has her skull partially covered by patches of grey thin hair.

Magnus looks at me with hooded eyes. His fingers interlocked in front of his face. "We are finally here again."

"Again? What do you mean?" I stand up to greet them.

"Ignore them," Harry Potter rolls his eyes at them and I think Dean is shivering next to me.

"My Lord is here." The witches bow deeply to Harry. Magnus and Bonnie do the same. Dean elbows me and I react, mirroring the greeting.

"Harry, man," Dean speaks after some awkward seconds of silence, "I'm in awe for everything that you have done." Dean's arms fly around him and Harry arches his eyebrows and looks at me pleadingly.

"You opened our books for a reason, right?" Bonnie from The Vampire Diaries asks.

"I need your help," I state. "Ok, ummm, I have so many questions, but I need to do this quickly before Mrs. Wolf shows up or someone finds out that we are here." I take a deep breath. "I want to give characters the chance to experience changes in their stories, but I want to make sure you live those changes...that they will become real to you."

I swallow and look in his eyes, trying to see if he is following my train of ideas.

"Continue," Harry prompts me as he guides me to sit next to him. Everyone sits on the remaining places. Dean stands next to my seat, he is now holding all the opened books on his hands.

I pull out my phone and tap on the Wattpad app.

"Can you put a spell on this story I'm writing so that everything that I write there becomes real for the fictional worlds involved?"

"Yes, it is possible," one of the witches slurs.

"But it's too dangerous," Bonnie claims.

"For whom? For the characters or the authors?" I ask.

"For yourself, dear." Magnus leans back on his seat as he crosses one leg over the other.

I gulp.

"I don't care, you deserve freedom, you deserve change," I utter looking at all of them.

"There is one powerful charm that can give life to words, but this application...the account has to be yours for it to work." Harry's eyes fix on my phone on the coffee table.

"But... I was going to use my sister's account because I don't have followers... no one will listen to me." I think out loud.

Harry places his hand on my shoulder. "I wouldn't involve your sister in this, Sunset, we are blurring the limits between fiction and reality, it's too risky. You will have to do this on your own."

I nod my head letting his words sink in. "Ok, ok, I understand." I think I understand.

He materializes his magic wond in front of us.

"Wait!" Dean startles us all. "He can't. Harry, you will be punished for using magic in front of muggles..."

They all laugh. Shoot. I forgot about that.

"Don't worry, pal," Harry cranes his neck to look at Dean as he speaks, "we are outside our books, the rules don't apply if we are outside the realm of our stories."

Thank God for Fiction. My eyes look up in appreciation.

"Are you sure about this, Sunset?" Magnus asks with concern.

"Yes, I owe you guys. No matter the consequences," I state matter of factly.

"Just to be clear," Harry starts as he places his hand on my phone, "your words, everyone's words in this publication will become real, this spell gives a soul to the story, and there are limits you cannot transpass," he warns me.

"Like what?"

"Characters cannot be killed or be mistreated, I will only allow this because you want to bring happiness to us, so I won't tolerate any kind of hatred or violence in your publication, am I clear?"

"Crystal." That's a rule all users in Wattpad should stick to.

"And one more thing, you cannot do this on your own, this is a heavy burden, you need people to help you, so make the reading community part of this story, okay? Someone needs to carry this burden with you."

I gulp. Ok. I can do this. My hands are sweaty all of a sudden.

Who on earth is going to read stuff written by me? Even worse, who is going to read something when my user is "I_burn_stuff."

I don't have time to be pesimistic about this. I'll need some kind of miracle. "Ok, ok," I rub my hands against my thighs, "I've got it, I'll manage somehow, let's do this."

All the supernaturals in the room look at each other.

"Unlock your phone and open the app again with your user name, then, leave the phone on the table and step back," Harry instructs me.

I do as I am told and they all inhale at once with their eyes trained on Harry. I stand next to Dean, we both share a look of amazement as we see Harry manouvering his wand over my phone.

"Fabula-anima mea", he utters and a spark of light clashes against my phone making it jolt in its place.

"It's done." Harry stands up.

"Wow," I voice. "Was it so easy?"

"There is much more power in words than you can ever imagine, Sunset," Harry smiles kindly at me.

"Thank you so much!" I hug him. "You. Are. Epic," I speak, every word a staccato. I feel him smiling as his arms envelope me. Only fiction can give you this kind of comfort.

Then, he grabs my shoulders and makes me look at him. "No, Sunset Williams, the one that is epic here is you."

Before I can ask him what he means by that, we hear the sound of someone trying to open the door of the library. Dean and I look up towards the door.

"Quickly!" Bonnie warns us.

"It's the bloody Authors!" Magnus shout-whispers and hides behind one of the bookcases.

"Close the books and leave at once!" one of the witches ushers us.

"Bye, thank you all so much!" I tell them as Dean closes all the books and we run towards the window.

He hunches down next to the window we broke and then interlinks his fingers, his palms turned upwards forming a hook for me to step in. I quickly place my black converse on it and he lifts me up. I hear footsteps stomping down the stairs and I push my self outside using my hands as leverage on the window frame. Once I'm outside, I extend my hands towards Dean and I pull him up.

The concrete is pooling with the heavy rain that is currently pouring into it.

We start rushing away from our crime scene. We both start laughing because that was seriously the most epic thing in the world.

"You were so cute in there, fangirling over Harry!" I tease him, I hug my stomach because I'm laughing so hard it aches. He slides his hands down over his slick wet hair.

"I was not fangirling! I was showing him my respect." His arm goes around my shoulder now and he ruffles my own frizzy-wet hair.

"Let go, Dawn spent 40 minutes on this braid!" I shout without being able to stop my laughter.

He laughs too and then we both come to a halt.

"Hey brother," Dean briskly pushes me away.

"Lukah," I murmur when I see the hurt on his eyes.

He blinks his eyes several times. "I came looking for you Dean, Camille was worried..." he trails off.

"Yeah, sure," Dean replies scratching the back of hia head. They start walking away from me. Dean turns around and he bows down bidding me goodbye. I do a courtsey in return with a smile stitched to my face. "That was f*cking epic, Sunset!" he yells with his hands at either side of his mouth.

Lukah throws him a puzzled look and I laugh and then I pull up the loose strand of my jumpsuit.

They reach the Café's door and I spot Raiden coming out. Lukah says something to him and Raiden places his arm around his shoulder. Dean joins the scene making a joke, apparently, because both Lukah and Raiden tip their heads back in laughter. Raiden places his free arm around Dean, and the three of them walk towards the parking lot. Skyler and Camille come out now, they are smiling and secretely making gestures at he boys, and then they jog until they catch up with them.

I take the bus.

I'm changing the story.