Got an idea, felt like following it down the rabbit hole. Review, let me know if it's worth continuing. Yes, Harry's a chick. Set in sixth year, Sirius is alive for reasons that will later be explained should I continue the story, and I like Malfoy so he won't be an insufferable prick in my fic, kay? Later chapters will be longer, this is pretty much the intro. Enjoy.

Raven was having a bad day.

It had started out alright, really. She had opened her eyes to her dormitory, feeling a sense of relief in her assured existence and dreamless sleep. Gone about her morning routine as usual, making sure that she looked irresistibly gorgeous, tousling her perpetually messy hair, throwing on some jeans and a hoodie. In fact, she'd felt cheerful. It was Saturday. It was her chill day. It was her favorite day of the week, a day that all she had to do was hang out with Ron and Hermione and maybe blow something up if she was in the mood. A day where she had no classes and nothing she had to do, except maybe argue with Hermione that homework really wasn't important enough to mar her chill day.

Cool green eyes absently scanned the common room for signs of life. Raven was willing to wager that everyone was at breakfast – she did have a habit of awakening rather late on Saturdays. But the fact that Ron wasn't out here waiting for her was, admittedly, slightly miffing.

Doesn't have to wait for me, I'm being dumb, she mentally chided herself. He was her best friend, not her personal slave.

A heavy sigh greeted the empty room, and she'd made her way out to the corridor, wandering in the general direction of the Great Hall, still feeling somewhat cheerful. That is, until she spotted a familiar white-blonde head moving towards her.

"Alright, Potter?" A snide voice beckoned her attention. Said girl looked up to that distressingly, frustratingly familiar face. Another chink in her armor. The day was deteriorating fast, and she hadn't even made it to breakfast. Raven was not in the mood for a fight, so her only response was a noncommittal hum, a nod, and a side of ignore. While she knew how he hated being ignored, she was feeling hungry, and surprisingly not feeling the need to bicker with her favorite rival, or smile at him, or coddle him, or do any of the things she usually did.

Apparently, Raven's lack of enthusiasm was concerning, because she saw his gray eyes cloud with something that looked suspiciously like worry. Malfoy stopped her, grabbing her wrist with a gentleness that few knew he even possessed, let alone displayed.

"Seriously, Potter. You alright? You look…" He struggled for a word that didn't sound overly insulting but didn't sound like he cared either. She pitied him.

"Tired? Irritated? Hungry? All true. Gotta jet, great seeing you." Raven favored him with a wink and then swiftly departed before he could respond. The boy had been obsessed with her since first year, though granted, it had taken three years for the obsession to go from dislike to like. They were on civil terms at the moment, and usually engaged in some light flirting that never failed to anger Ron, but at the moment she didn't feel like flirting in the slightest.

With another heavy sigh – two in one morning, damn, almost broke her record – Raven swiftly changed course to the Headmaster's office. Maybe the old man needed company. Besides, it's been a while since they'd had one of their chats, and she actually didn't feel like talking to any peers at the moment. Normally that meant she'd go and talk to Snape, who, despite all odds, was actually rather interesting company, but she'd already interacted with one Slytherin this morning and that was quite enough, student or no. McGonagall, due to her professor status, was a bit of a wet blanket and she felt like being troublesome. Not the thing to do with McGonagall, Raven had enough detentions without trying. So that left Dumbledore.

"Mike and Ike's," She muttered to the gargoyle, who jumped out of her way as she stalked past up the staircase. The old man would cheer her up, make her day better. Raven knocked sharply and entered.

Dumbledore immediately glanced up from his desk. He had appeared to be in the middle of a sentence, and she directed her blank gaze to the five students who sat before him.

Damn.

"Apologies, Professor, I'll come back another time." Raven heaved a sigh – three now, one more to go – and arched a dark eyebrow at the offending students, who were all staring at her, a myriad of emotions passing across their faces. Strangely familiar faces, actually.

One of the students, with messy black hair and glasses, spoke.

"…Lily?"

Oh. Yeah. They were familiar. Too familiar. And too young. And too alive.

Dumbledore fixed a weary, sympathetic gaze on her. Raven was flabbergasted. She felt like someone had slapped her in the face.

"Miss Potter…"

"I have a daughter?"

Yes, she thought as she blacked out, it's been an off day.