Author: Tanith Lilitu

Disclaimer: I own Aislin, Mr. and Mrs. Highland, and the plot. Any characters you may recognize are property of J. K. Rowling.

Summary: …Oh my god, I've really gone off the deep end… Have you now? What brought you to that conclusion? Because I've made myself believe that I'm possessed, by a fictional character nonetheless! Hey! I resent that!

Timeframe: It will be 6th year once it gets to that point. At the moment, the story is taking place in present day.

Warnings: OC, spoilers for OotP

Rating: PG, for three or four minor swear words.

Author Note: This is my first try at writing fanfiction, Harry Potter or otherwise, there you go, you're warned. There are no recognizable characters right away, wait for it.

Fanfiction Addiction

Chapter 1: Aislin and her "Inner Voice"

"Aislin, I told you to take out the garbage yesterday, and the day before that! It's overflowing here! Come on, the Internet's gonna be the first thing to go if you don't get your butt out of that computer chair and to the kitchen. That means now! Aislin, come on!"

Aislin could hear her mother's voice coming from upstairs, which was reminding her about the chores she was trying to forget. "Just a second mom! I've only got one chapter left on this fic! It's a really good one. I'll be done in like, five or ten minutes… what the… mom!" Her excuses were cut short as the screen that had previously been changing, promptly displayed the "Cannot find Server" message.

Ever since Aislin got the computer put into her room, it seemed like that was all she ever did. The usual excuse for being on was homework, but the work was normally thrown onto the disorganized desk and forgotten under chip bags, candy wrappers and various other items. The only thing that she truthfully did on the computer was surfing the net for hours at a time to read Fanfiction. She gave all the fandoms a chance, well, the ones she knew of, but her favourite by far was Harry Potter. She had read all the books numerous times, the first three at least; Aislin found the others too long to read repeatedly, she knew all the site addresses like the back of her hand. She didn't access the homepages for Fanfiction or Fanart, she had long ago memorized the complicated URLs, or at least written them down, to search for anything she needed, and homepages only took up more valuable time. In short, Aislin Highland had an addiction, it wasn't like you could go up to her and she'd tell you that though, no, it was "only a slight interest" nothing to be worried about of course. Yeah right.

This was the second time that morning she'd been disconnected; the first time was much earlier, at 4:30 am. Her dad had woken up to go to work and there was Aislin, eyes glued to the computer screen reading the latest exploits of the Golden Trio, as told by whatever author had updated the most quickly.

Now it was ten in the morning and she had been online since seven, that was when Mrs. Highland had woken and turned the connection back on. There had been a condition though; she would only turn back on the Internet if Aislin did all her chores before using it. Of course none of her chores were done, so this was why a moody teenaged Internet addict was now marching up the stairs to rectify the situation and get her rightfully deserved computer privileges back.

"And turn off that music before you come upstairs, I couldn't get to sleep for two hours last night you had it on so loud!"

"Not my fault, should've told me then not now, can't do anything about it now…" Aislin muttered this to herself as she walked back down the stairs to turn down her Green Day CD, which had ended and had started back at American Idiot again.

She started singing along to the music adding in her own words. "My mother is such an idiot, I want my Internet connection." Aislin knew she was being bitchy, but did her mother really expect her to be Miss Happy-Sunshine first thing in the morning? There you go, she told herself, I have a right to be however I want to, I don't see her up until 4:30 on a regular basis and acting as good as this. She smiled to herself at this thought, but the smile was immediately smushed.

Whose fault is it you were up that late?

Hey, get out of my head, stupid inner voice… oh my god, I have been reading too much Fanfiction, I've made myself an inner voice!

Hey, I have a name I'm not just some weak little thing that you can push…

"Aislin! I am not going to repeat myself, you take out that garbage, or no computer for a week. I mean it!"

At this latest threat, she rushed up the stairs and grabbed the garbage bag as fast as was humanly possible. By the time she had gotten to the curb she was winded, a little pathetic I know, but what can you expect from someone who spends all his or her time on the net?

She was greeted by her mother's voice as soon as she got inside, it took on a much sweeter tone now, not that Aislin appreciated this change at all. " Thanks honey, see if you had gotten this done before we wouldn't have had this problem. Next time just finish whatever you've got to do first and go on your fiction for fans, or whatever it is you read, later. Okay Ash?"

"Yeah, whatever mom, is the net back up?"

"Yes, it is, but Ash did you even hear a word I said?"

"Uh, huh… prioritizing and all that junk, thanks mom, bye!" And with that she rushed out of the kitchen and back down the stairs to rejoin her computer. It was all in vain though; the lack of sleep and running around just now had finally kicked in. Aislin sat back in her computer chair to find that her eyelids were drooping. Isn't this perfect? I just wanted to read some good HP fiction, and what happens? I fall asleep at the computer.

Just ducky ain't it? Poor sad little… what was your name again?

"Just ducky"? Who says that anyway? You're one odd inner voice; you realize that don't you? And it's Aislin.

Yep, I've been told that before. And like I told you before that thing, was that your mother?

Thing? Haha! Yeah that was mom, so… keep going.

Before she interrupted me, I was telling you, I'm not someone little "inner voice", as you put it, that you can push around. I'm not an "inner voice" at all.

If you're not an inner voice than what are you? A, ooooo, misplaced spirit or some shit like that?

You're a smart one, I've got a friend who's smart like you, well he's smarter, but I don't know, maybe we should have a contest to test your brains!

Yeah, whatever, just get on with it. Why am I smart again?

You got it on the first try. I'm a misplaced spirit.

That's just creepy! I've got some old dead guy living in my brain!

Hey! I'm not old or creepy! Well, I'm older than you are, but who cares really? And I'm not supposed to be dead really.

You've got to be kidding… you're not really serious are you?

Yes I am, to any way you could have meant that.

"Yes to any…" What other way could I mean that… I can only think of one other… Oh my god, I've really gone off the deep end.

Have you now? What brought you to that conclusion?

Because I've made myself believe that I'm possessed, by a fictional character nonetheless!

Hey! I resent that! Just because you've never met me doesn't mean I'm fictional!

But you are, some British woman made you up. You're a character in a children's book series.

Some British woman made up a good cover story, you didn't think she'd dream up that world by herself did you? She based it off of real people I'll have you know, some of my best mates they are, well were. Why don't you believe me?

If you were really a spirit, you'd know things about… I dunno, stuff that regular people wouldn't.

Come on, I'm a disembodied, hehe, disembodied, that's a fun word! Anyway… I'm a disembodied spirit, not a psychic.

Yeah whatever, I guess I believe you, either you're who you say you are, or I've lost it. Who really gives a shit either way? I'm going to sleep, talk to you later. Oh, but wait, you said you're not supposed to be dead. Is there something I can do about that? I don't know why I asked, but answer me quickly before I take back the offer.

I dunno, I'd need to talk to one of my mates. Can you get to him for me?

Whichone is that?

Oh, I don't know… the only live one maybe!

Calm down, jeez, fine, but how do you expect me to get to Great Britain or wherever over there he is? In case you haven't noticed I'm fourteen, and wandering the globe to help you isn't really an option.

He'd probably be at headquarters; you know where that is right? I'm assuming you do. As for how to get there, gimme some time, I'll come up with something.

You do that, now good night.

Don't you mean good morning? It's not noon yet.

Shut up! Whatever, good morning then.

But then it sounds like you're waking up. You're going to confuse me terribly you know.

"Argh!" Aislin jumped onto her bed and burrowed her face into her pillow to try to squash the mindless babble filling her head. "Someone help me," she whispered into her pillow, "I'm going to go out of my mind if he stays in there any longer." And with that final thought, Aislin was out like a light.

A/N: Read & Review! Please! - Can anyone tell me who this mysterious spirit is? It's really not that hard to guess.