️thomas :
They think we’ve forgotten.
They think we’ve moved on.
But every so often, someone sees a little too clearly. An owl landing in the middle of Manhattan with a scarlet envelope clenched in its beak. A boy vanishing from King’s Cross Station. A woman in a long green cloak flicking her fingers and causing a subway rat to turn into a Pomeranian.
And they hush it up. Every. Single. Time.
But let me tell you the truth.
Hogwarts is real.
Magic is real.
And she tried to tell us.
Her name wasn’t always Joanne Rowling. In the wizarding world, she was known as Joralina Kettleburn—a Ravenclaw with a biting wit and a knack for storytelling charms. She walked the same corridors as Harry, Ron, and Hermione. She was there the day Dumbledore died, and there the day Harry vanished into the Forbidden Forest, destined to return with the fate of the world on his shoulders.
She watched history unfold—not from the center, but from the sidelines. Observant. Quiet. Always scribbling. She wanted the truth to survive, even if they didn’t win.
But they did win. Voldemort was vanquished. Hogwarts rebuilt. The wizarding world stabilized. And Joralina made a decision.
She smuggled her memories—literally—out of the Pensieve, bottled them in a satchel, and used a forbidden spell to imprint them into a Muggle-compatible format: a manuscript. She cloaked herself in a false name, walked into London, and found a publisher.
That’s when everything changed.
You thought Harry Potter was fiction? The books were warnings. Maps. Keyholes. Every detail scrubbed just enough to seem fantastical to Muggles, but true enough to ring familiar to every witch and wizard hiding in plain sight.
She thought the Ministry wouldn’t notice.
They noticed.
Within days of The Philosopher’s Stone release, a team of Obliviators stormed her Muggle flat. But the damage was done. She’d become a sensation—too many eyes, too many cameras, too much risk to make her simply “disappear.” So they did the next best thing.
They replaced her.
part 2?
2025-07-15 04:51:24