Hello people of fan fiction! This is MoonyPadfootProngs14 writing. This is my first story, so no flamers pretty please, but i do like constructive criticism.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. All I own is my OC, Allie. The rest belongs to JK Rowling. Enjoy the story, and Review!
Allie grinned as she buried her nose in her favorite book. She had read it to many times to count, but the odd thing was, no one she knew acted like it existed. Whenever she went on a rant about how good it was, or what she thought should have happened, she got strange looks, and she did that quite often. She was a little, no, a lot obsessed with Harry Potter, the Marauders especially. Except for Peter. When she drew them (which was quite a lot), she either drew him in Slytherin colors, or left him out altogether. She smiled again, and shut her book, only to pick up a bit of charcoal. Hmm…. What to draw? Unconsciously the charcoal ghosted over the paper, mapping out Diagon Alley, with the Marauders smirking mischievously outside a joke shop.
"I wonder", Allie thought, then she nodded decisively to herself. She finished shading the planes of Remus' face, and scowled as she drew the scars. He was her favorite Marauder, that was for sure, and she couldn't help but think of him as a real person. Naturally, it bugged her that he had to endure horrible agony every month.
"It wasn't fair", she thought hotly as she began sketching herself in. Her brown eyes lost in thought, she contemplated what it would be like to go to Hogwarts with the Marauders. She could see herself wreaking havoc alongside them, using magic expertly to royally piss off the Slytherins. She sighed as she added waves to her brown hair, then jumped as a silver light shot through the room. Allie froze in shock. It looked like someone was Apparating! Quickly, she added the finishing touches to her drawing, and turned, full of hope.
"YES!" her mind screamed. The light had disappeared, leaving a fifteen year old Remus Lupin in its place.
"Er, aren't you supposed to be dead? And, you know, a character in a book?" Allie questioned, feeling very excited. He nodded.
"However, we are very real." He answered, raising an eyebrow at her excited expression. "All of this is Dumbledore's doing, and it probably won't sound very real." She cracked up at his serious expression.
"You crazy boy" she gasped. "I've been wanting to believe this since I was eight." She waved for him to go on, and he finally grinned.
"So, Professor Dumbledore has decided that you have the Blessing of the Ages, whatever that is, and I'm supposed to bring you, along with your parents, back in time so Voldemort won't be able to ruin so many lives. He wants you to replace Peter in the Marauders, so that he can't pass info. You've been subconsciously creating portals all this time." He looked at her confused face, and sighed. "Your drawings." He deadpanned. "When McGonagall comes with your parents, we'll be able to go." He cocked his head, and said, "I think that's them now." Suddenly, the door swung open, and her excited parents came in, tailing a stern looking McGonagall. She started explaining all of the details to her and her parents, but the only thought that ran through her head was, "I'm a witch, I'm a witch, I'm a witch!" Suddenly, the drawing glowed, and she felt a cold wind rush past, blinding her. When it cleared, they were standing in a sunlight Diagon Alley.