Ginny laid in her bed, bored out of her mind. Her childhood crush, Harry Potter, had just arrived. She cringed as she thought about her obsession with him.

As a child, Ginny always had an unhealthy fascinationwith him and her parents just thought it was a crush. It wasn't a crush though. Ginny always had a feeling around him but it wasn't a romantic one. More of an empty hole, like she should remember
him somehow, but it wasn't coming back.

Ginny sat up and walked out of her shared room with Hermione. She could faintly hear Harry shrieking at Ron and Hermione and chuckled a bit.

'He's got a big set of lungs on him,' thought Ginny, amused.

She walked into the vast Black family library with big, dusty tomes full of dark magic. Something glinted in the corner of her eye.

Ginny walked towards a wooden desk with a pocket watch on it. It was covered in rubies and emeralds and had an engraving that looked a bit like latin.

She was tempted to pick it up and bedore she knew it, her hand was reaching out at it and she picked it up. Ginny felt a tug at her navel and panicked.

She let a out a shrill scream and could see the blurry forms of the Order of the Phoenix burst in before she was sucked away.

Ginny awoke with a horrible pain in the back of her head. She sat up to the courtyard of Hogwarts. It seemed fairly bare as no one was there.

She looked down at her self. Instead of her dark green jumper and jeans, she was in Gryffindor robes. Her hair, considerably longer and darker, spread over her shoulders instead of her signature low ponytail.

"Oi, Evans!" shouted a boy behind her. Three more boys were walking behind him towards her but she paid them no mind.

Ginny turned and let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank Merlin, Harry, how did we get to Hogwarts?" said Ginny, not registering the confused faces infront of her.

One of the boys behind 'Harry' stepped forward worriedly.

"Um, Lily, who's Harry? Are you feeling ok?"

Ginny took in the appearances of the boys and realised that wasn't Harry. She turned on her heel and sprinted for the castle.

As she ran past students and teachers alike, she realised that she hadn't seem them before. Ginny prided herself on being able to read people and their emotion but she couldn't recognise a single person here. Except maybe Professor Flitwick who she nearly
trampled.

She finally reached Dumbledore's office and listed every sweet known to man, muggle and magical. The gargoyles allowed her entry at "Ice Mice".

She knocked rapidly until she heard Dumbledore's serene "Enter".

"Ah," he said, "Lily, what can I do for you today, you seem panicked."

Ginny almost cried on the spot. Who was 'Lily'?

"Sir, I don't know what to do. I was at headquarters and there was a meeting and Harry arrived and I went to library and I ended up here and-"

"Lily, you must calm down and tell me what is going on?"

"That's the thing, I'm not Lily!"

"What ever do you mean, my dear?"

Ginny calmed herself and explained the situation. Dumbledore sat and listened looking interested yet sympathetic.

"Well, Ginny, there's not much I can do except tell you to carry on as Lily Evans until i find a solution."

Ginny nodded tearily and walked out.

This is where her new life started. Days became weeks and weeks became months as it got harder and harder to find a way to get Ginny home. By the end of the first year, Ginny knew how Lily acted, who she liked and who she didn't such as James Potter.

It would become history as to how much Lily Evans hated James Potter but the real reason Ginny (who answered to Lily and nearly forgot she was called Ginny) held back is because she would always see him as Harry's dad, or so she thought.

Ginny carried on with her life as she resigned to the fact there would probably be no way to get back home and that she may fancy James Potter, just a bit.

Maybe it was fate.