Shisui stood there, taking it all in.

The barge of foreign, but familiar memories.

The first thing that crossed his mind was: Cedric Diggory.

It was not his name and at the same time, he felt he was called that, once upon a time.

It was all because of this redhead girl with a pair of familiar green eyes that were eerily similar to that particularly brave black haired girl ― the Girl-Who-Lived's eyes. The difference was that this girl didn't wear glasses.

He didn't know who she was, yet he knew she wouldn't do anything sort of harmful to him. The redhead had suddenly barged through his home like she owned it, woken him from his deep slumber, placed her hand on his chest, her hand giving something of an aura of some sorts that closely resembled chakra, yet not.

"Do you feel it?" she asked, breathless. A grin on her face, showing the excitement or the happiness she felt at the moment.

Shisui took a step back as soon as she was up close to his face. Not heeding his aversion in having her face close to his, the girl directed her green eyes at him. They were sparkled with hope and nostalgia. It was too much for him to comprehend this that he could only stutter out, "Excuse me?"

"Magic," the girl breathed the word like it was the most sacred thing in the world. The wind from the fan blew her vivid, rose-colored red hair as she beamed up at him, "Your magic. Do you feel it coursing through your body? Do you remember having it?"

"Er," he awkwardly rubbed the back of his head, "Come again?" Magic? What the heck did this girl talking about? Not sure of her purpose for marching in his house and not even taking her shoes off even, Shisui chose to smile down at her, his posture polite yet uncomfortable. His eyes not missing the disappointment that flashed across her features as he tilted his head, motioning at her to explain further.

"You should feel your magic by now," the girl muttered, eyes narrowed to the ground. "Or is this guy too thick to recognise it?" she huffed, hands on either side of her hips. "Do you know the Girl-Who-Lived," Shisui's eyes widened considerably, his temples throbbed all of sudden, "by the name of Lucia James Potter?"

His dark eyes locked on the girl's green ones. Only the sound of the fan in his room kept him from losing himself in it.

"Potter?" He tasted the feel of the name, the familiarity hit him hard, like wading through the ocean. It felt like he crashed into his neighbour's roof the first time he tried using Shunshin repeatedly to get home faster after a particularly exhausting mission. "Lucy Potter?" he repeated with his tone of voice full of incredulity.

The girl's eyes, brimming with tears, focused on him and him only as she raised his hand to cup the side of his face. "Tell me," she whispered, yet her voice was clearly heard, "What was your name?"

He straightened his back, his eyes changed colour to his three tomoe Sharingan as he gazed back at her. He examined her face, the red hair framing her face and narrowed his eyes after he let the dark grey of his natural eye color bleed back to his eyes.

"It's Cedric," he inhaled sharply, "Diggory."

"I was right," the redhead squeezed shut her eyes as her lips thinned into a thin, relieved smile. "You remember everything now?" The girl ― most likely Lucy Potter by the reaction he got from her when he said the name ― smiled at him.

"Not exactly," he let out a small, sardonic chuckle, "After all, the last memory I have of life as Cedric Diggory was you, Lucy Potter." He took a moment to pause and let the flash of green of the Killing Curse reside on the back of his mind, "What is your name now, if I may ask? You certainly have a different look now."

"You're one to talk. If it wasn't for Kushina, my relative, insisting for me to accompany her to the visit the Uchiha District, I wouldn't feel the small magic you've been radiated as you sleep and recognise you as a fellow reincarnated with magic," she sighed. "My name is Uzumaki Momiji, by the way."

"If I'm correct, that translates as 'Swirling Maple Leaves' in English." The redhead nodded to him in confirmation, eyes filled with humour. "It definitely suits you," he uttered, eyes warm. He lifted his eyebrow, "Ah, that's right. You've woken me up with the noise, I've almost forgotten that you were rudely barging in someone's house." At her apologetic smile, Shisui let it slide and grabbed the hand that cupped his cheek and squeezed it, "And my name is Shisui Uchiha ― or by this world's custom and language that is suspiciously similar to Japanese ― Uchiha Shisui."

"Shisui." Momiji uttered, trying the name. "It's an all right name, I guess."

"Hey, now." He knew she was joking when she smirked playfully at him.

"You don't know how glad I am now that I can complain about this world oddities to someone," she laughed, eyes crinkled with joy. "I don't have to talk in an absurdly polite way now. It's unbelievable, to talk to an Uchiha and not attaching an honorific."

His eyes softened as he stated, "It's maddening, isn't it?" Shisui sat on the edge of his bed. "Do you still remember English?" he asked, as he pulled the girl's hand to sit beside him.

A confused smile formed on her face, "Not really. Maybe? I mean, I've been speaking this language ― it's officially named the Elemental Countries' Standard Language, by the way ― for almost fifteen years now. I've never tried to teach English to anyone. Well, I tried to teach a few basic words to Naruto, also my relative, but it's quite unsuccessful."

"Fifteen years, huh," he lamented, feeling the age he was supposed to be. "You're only one year younger than me ― unlike before, eh, Lucy?"

"Call me Momiji, please. Lucy sounds like 'Rushy' in this language we're speaking with," she spoke, waving her hand. "And it confuses my brain, too, datteba ―" Momiji stopped momentarily and urgently said, "Anyway, I think I should go now. Talk to you later, Shisui!"

His window was abruptly opened, and a second later, she was gone.

Trying to see if he was awake, not dreaming all of this, he pinched his cheeks and slapped it for a few times for good measures.

The world around him didn't crumble.

"This is definitely not a dream," he concluded lamely, still sitting there in his pyjamas. "I'm a Wizard," Shisui exhaled and whispered, "again."

For a moment, he was mulling things over until a horrified voice bellowed from downstairs, "Shisui! Why is there a trail of dirt in our house?"

Oh, bugger. It must have been Lucy ― Momiji's footprints.

He couldn't fault her, she might have been too excited to think of slipping off her footwear and not dirtying up his house.

Sighing in amusement, he responded loudly, "Don't worry, Mum, I'm going to clean it!"

He couldn't help but let the grin on his face stretched wider as he jumped from his sitting position to stand, excited at the novelty of having the knowledge, the answers to the unexplained things that occurred around him. He had speculated it was because of his unique chakra, but he knew now that that theory was not that far-off, considering that just now a girl named Uzumaki Momiji came and made him remember his past life.

Shisui could think about this later and track her down because he was going to clean the floor first.

With a spell, of course. He could definitely do it wandless if it was a simple task such as cleaning.

Now that he regained his memories of them, he couldn't wait to show it off to Itachi. Not that he would explain about magic to his friend, better to discuss that first with Momiji.

The image of her red hair came to his mind and for the first time in his life, he noticed the lack of redheads in this world. Lucy didn't have red hair before, she looked quite like a female James Potter with Lily Potter's green eyes, but now, he couldn't help but admit to himself that he missed seeing red hair that was quite a common sight in Hogwarts.

Though, her red hair was a sight to see. It couldn't be compared to the Weasleys' for sure.


Note: Forgive me for the horrid English this fic has. I'm learning English by myself through watching movies and reading books, and have never speaking in English in all my life, so please understand the shortcomings this fic has.