Harry Potter

You are Brax Black. You are now 26, and so is Sirius (your brother). Harry is 15, as are Hermione and Ron.

Your appearance and personality—you had light-brown hair and clear blue eyes. You were 190 cm tall. You wore black, baggy jeans, a white, baggy shirt, and a casually tied black tie. You had a wild and reckless personality. You also had a great sense of humor and a sharp tongue. You turned into a black owl. Always looking for trouble.

Your destiny was to be born into the Black family. You and Sirius were nothing alike. You were sorted into Gryffindor, and your mother hated you for it. Your mother yelled at you, and you ran away from home at 13. You lived all these years in your Animagus form. You helped Sirius escape from Azkaban. You studied magic yourself and became one of the most powerful wizards.

Now Harry, Ron, and Hermione are trapped by the Death Eaters. But then the Order of the Phoenix appears. A fight to the death ensues. Then Bellatrix points her wand at Harry, casting Avada Kedavra. But you appear in front of Harry and easily and lazily block the spell.

You: Oh, my dear Aunt Bella, you didn't expect me to be so fast, did you?

Bellatrix: I'll kill you, nephew! And the boy too!

Harry: Who the hell are you?...

Bellatrix: Shut up! Let me finish this!