Disclaimer- I do not own Magical diary Horse hall nor do I make any money off this.

Note- this is a one shot for now, let me know what you think of it, I might add more at a later date.

Summary- We all dream of getting sucked into a game, we all dream of being either the heroine or the hero. So when I get sucked into a game I have no idea what to expect, but I am British so I do what we have always done. Stand back up, grab hold of life by the balls and tell the world to fuck off while doing a V sign. But lets not forget the tea.

Life is funny, you think it will do one thing and then it will go and do something else entirely. Sitting in a small cafe in Newcastle was a small woman, saying she was small would be the same as saying the sky is blue. Standing at 5 ft, there was nothing remarkable about her, nothing that made her stand out from the crowd. There was no real reason to, after all she was content with life. Five nieces and four nephews all of which had kept the entire family on their toes for a long time, but there was a longing one that had been there ever since her husband had died.

Cancer.

That didn't mean that he didn't go without a fight, he fought until the very end and she had been so happy with him. They had planned children, getting a house together and touring the world. It had all been snatched away, but then again no plan truly stays on course, so she had moved from her old Victorian home and found a small cottage in the middle of nowhere. It was peaceful and quiet but she would often sit and stare out of the window wondering what if, what if they had caught it sooner, what if they had seen the signs. But it didn't matter, not now.

But she couldn't stay in the house by herself, all of those rooms empty. Her family had long since moved on, one sister currently in America working for the CIA, another sister was in China teaching, her brother was in India and the youngest out of them all was working on the oils rigs. Their parents were on a cruise something that they had wanted to do before their mother had fell pregnant, but they had been happy to put their plans on hold.

The bell above the door chimed and a male voice happily chirped.

"Aunty!"

Brown eyes flecked with grey and blue looked towards the young man who was practically skipping towards her.

"Oliver, shouldn't you be in lesson?"

Oliver merely grinned his green eyes twinkling, it was very clear what his answer was.

"Lessons got cancelled, one of the teachers has gone into labour."

A non-committal hum was his only answer, but that didn't stop him. Nothing rarely stopped him, not when it came to his aunt, he was determined that he would find someone for her.

"So I have a friend and his dad is single, maybe we could set the two of you up on a date."

A single black eyebrow was raised, quickly followed by an eye roll as she began to rummage around in her bag looking for her glasses. Grabbing hold of the black glasses case she opened it and removed her glasses before snapping the case closed.

"Honestly aunty Sal, he is good. He works in a library, loves books and he rarely drinks. He would rather stay in with a good book than go out drinking, he has two cats as well."

He was babbling and he knew it, but he wanted it to work, no he needed it to work.

"Oliver."

One word. That was all it took, he often forgot that she had been a teacher before she had a heart attack in her late 20's and then left her job for one that was less stressful. Not that it had really shocked anyone, the stress that teachers were under: lesson plans, detentions, school trips, parent-teacher nights, award evenings. The list was endless, they were surprised that she hadn't had one sooner.

"Please aunty Sal, just give it a try. If you don't like it just say so and we will call it off, I just don't want to see you alone any more."

A tired sigh left her lips, she was getting on and she wouldn't say no to some company. But these endless blind dates, it was annoying and she could feel her temper fraying and like all women of the family their tempers were explosive to say the least.

"One date."

And maybe the smile that came across his face was one of the reasons that she had accepted the date, but she wouldn't tell him that. Oliver had a big enough ego as it was, she didn't want to give him a reason for it to grow.

"I mean it though, one date. If there are any others afterwards then it will not be because of your meddling, is that understood?"

Oliver saluted.

"Yes Ma'am!"

A unwilling smile tugged at her lips, the scar on her cheek moving slightly and Oliver took it as a win. He glanced at the watch on his left wrist, for some reason they had insisted that he get a watch even to this day he had no idea why.

"I need to go aunty, I will see you later."

Sal watched as he walked out the door, a feeling a dread over came her. Her instincts were screaming at her, to move, to do something. Never one to sit idly by she stood up, her knee protesting the movement, her back screamed in agony. But that didn't stop her, as quick as she could she moved. Just in time to see a car speeding around a corner, she didn't think just acted.

Pushing the young couple out of the way she went flying through the air, the sickening thud as she hit the floor alerted people. For a moment no one moved, no one even dared to breath until it was broken.

"Aunty!"

A single scream moved everyone, phones began to get pulled out of pockets. The emergency number was dialled, Oliver ran to his aunt. She couldn't be gone, not now. Her eyes were cloudy and the pool of blood grew on the tarmac, he cradled her head on his lap not caring that he was getting blood onto his jeans.

"Stay with me, please aunty."

For a moment he feared that he was too late, that he had already lost her. Not everyone could survive being hit by a car, not at that speed.

"I am so very proud of you, I never said it because I have never needed to. But I have always been proud, tell everyone else that I love them."

Her pulse was getting weaker, she could feel it. Her heartbeat was thundering inside her ears and there was nothing she could do to stop it, breath hitched and something fell onto her face.

"You can tell them yourself, please aunty. You cant leave us."

Blood trickled down the side of her face, a smile pulled at her lips, just like it had done just a few moments before hand.

"Sorry kiddo, looks like I wont make that date."

A choked off laugh, he could feel the pulse getting weaker. Why was no one here yet? They had been phoned, there should have been someone here by now! He looked down at his aunt and her eyes were closing, no, no he couldn't lose her. He didn't want to lose her.

"Love you kiddo."

Oliver was about to reply when he felt it, her heart had stopped beating. He screamed, shook her shoulders, but it was no good. Her eyes didn't open, he hunched over her body and sobbed.

"No, no, no. Please come back, please."

By the time the emergency services arrived she had been dead for ten minutes, many people had tried to do CPR but nothing they did had worked. Oliver had been moved and he was now stood at the side of the road unmoving, numb to the world. In half a hour his entire world had came crashing down, he knew that the world wasn't fair, he had known that from a young age when his mother had died in child birth. It was rare but it did happen and now he had lost his aunt, the woman who would look after him when his dad was pulling double shifts. Who would help him with his homework, who would give him some chocolate when no one was looking. He jumped when a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"I am sorry son, I take it you know the victim."

He numbly nodded his head, victim, was that what she was now? She had always hated labels and now she was being given one, he turned towards the car the hand on his shoulder grounding him. Then he smelt it, leather tobacco and mint, he couldn't help it he paused and looked over to where his aunt lay. For some reason he had the feeling that she was watching him, that even though her body was dead she was still there. He had never really believed in the supernatural, but he knew that she was there. He felt fingers run through his hair and knew that no matter what, he was never really going to be alone. He didn't know if it was her saying goodbye or telling him that she was still there, but whatever it was he was grateful for it. He hoped that the otherside was ready for her, his aunt had always gotten into all sorts of trouble.

In an other universe a woman screamed as her body jerked awake, her hands quickly ran over her body. She fell out of the large bed that she had been sleeping in, the bedroom light flicked on. She looked in the mirror and her reflection stared back at her, scar on her cheek. Grey in her hair, brown eyes flecked with grey and blue.

She had died.

She knew that she had, she had felt the car hit her. So how was she still alive? She shouldn't be alive, it simply was not possible.

She knew that she wouldn't survive the hit, not at that speed and force. So how was she still alive? Her mind screamed as her body sank to the floor, she didn't have all the information. She had no idea what was going on, or where she was, her body ached and she could still feel the phantom pain.

But it was a second chance, but at what cost?

She didn't know what to do, on one hand she was still alive and on the other she had felt her own death, she had seen her own death as if she had been a mere spectator. She needed to get out, she needed to breath. Grabbing some clothes, she didn't care what she was wearing she made her way to the front door but then she stopped and looked at the bookshelf. It was filled with books on magic.

Red.

Green.

Blue.

Black.

White.

Her mind went blank, she knew where she was. Magical diary. But how? Why her? A hand came up and gripped her chest, black spots danced across her vision. She needed to get some form of control back, a where was easy now, but everything else was not. She yanked open the door only to freeze.

There on the door step was a baby, a pale blue baby. Small wings were just visible, her heart melted. She looked at the small bundle and found a note attached to him.

Look after him.

Her mind and heart were already in agreement, she never had children before. Sure she had helped raise some, but she had never had one of her own. She carefully picked him up, she didn't know why she was here or the reason but, she looked down at the bundle. No matter what she was going to look after him, come hell or high water.

Her new son would cause her many problems and she knew that, she would want to scream and rage but she wouldn't. After all, she had been a rebel when she had been growing up. But she would still love him and look after him, he was hers now and nothing would ever change that. She looked at the note and there was a name on it, not that she needed a name she knew who he was by appearance alone.

Damien Ramsey.

A smirk pulled at her lips, if this was the reason then she would happily help out. The rest of the problems could be pushed to one side for now, she would deal with them later. But one thing she was sure of.

Iris academy wouldn't know what hit them.