'Thought'

"Speech"

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of Harry Potter, only my OC(s) and some plot twists...


My first thought after my eyes got used to the brightness of the hall, was 'Oh, fuck no!' I stared wide-eyed at the sheer number of heads turned my way, completely ignoring the cheers my fellow team- no housemates were giving me.

The immediate thought that followed was, 'I'd better get the hell out of this stool and make my way over there!' so I shakily got to my feet and walked to the table in question, making it a point not to meet anyone's (be it staff or student's) gaze. I didn't want to take any chances, seeing as depending on the world, any one of them could secretly be a crazy, jacked-up powerhouse for all I knew. I fervently hope and prayed otherwise... but I didn't want to risk it, just in case.

Some of them were going on about a 'hatstall' or whatnot, but I was too busy cursing up a storm of 'Fuck, fuck, and fuck it all!' to pay them much care. It was an effort to keep myself steady, and the memory induced migraine wasn't exactly helping either.

Lucky for me I didn't have too far to walk and was soon sitting at my house table, still in disbelief as I watched the hat continue with sorting the rest of my fellow first years. Unfortunately, those that were sorted into the same house inadvertently bunched around me, seeing as I'd been one among the first to have put on the crusty old piece of headgear. I could literally feel their inquisitive gazes and was sure that I had the intrigue of at least a few of my seniors as well. I could barely keep myself from snapping outright at them for their blatant rudeness, with only my dread at the impeding shitshow that would (no doubt) follow serving as a deterrent. But hardly had any of them said anything, that one of our Prefects approached us and began giving us the good ol' pep-talk (who taught what and which teacher to steer clear of, blah, blah, blah) which of course I promptly ignored, though I was thankful for the distraction.

I had more pressing matters to occupy myself with... like trying to figure out what the actual FUCK was going on here! I knew for a fact that I wasn't dreaming, being an insomniac I rarely dreamt (if at all) and never so vividly. Plus like I mentioned (complained about) previously, the migraine hurt too much, no way could I dream that up. That option was out, 'Which leaves…' I made a quick scan across the Hall hoping against hope that- 'Aw damn it to hell!' a head full of bushy brown hair was frantically looking around the room as well, 'Great, just great!' I inwardly scoffed.

The good news: I now knew both where and when exactly I was... the bad news you ask? Well just about every-fucking-thing else!

I was stuck in a world that, aside from a few short books, I knew nothing about and I was pretty sure I had no way of it now. Though mind you, I didn't have much to return to so that's not very high on my list of concerns.

Confused? Well then let me shed some light on what I've currently been dealing with.


I was formerly (only recently) a thirty-year-old Sales Broker... life wasn't exactly peachy, but I managed to get by. On my way back from a particularly bad day I'd stopped by a place to eat, the kind where they gave you fortune cookies after you paid your bill. I remember cracking it open, and the piece of paper inside reading 'Make a wish...' I naturally laughed it off and began making my way back to the dingy, one-bedroom apartment my stupid landlady overcharged me for.

I was more than a little drunk at the time and had idly wished that the world didn't run so much on money, while also lamenting the fact that I'd not continued to pursue my passion for photography "Fuck this…" I'd muttered and suddenly heard something snap. I was walking by a construction site and looked up to see that the rope holding a set of beams, which were currently being lifted up in the air, had snapped... and I happened to be right under them.

People around me screamed, naturally and began scrambling away. The last word I uttered, my mind somehow convincing me that it would work, was "Wingar–" and then, everything turned dark.

I came to, at the sound of someone whispering close to my ear. I'd initially assumed that I had miraculously survived and that it was probably a doctor talking or something '... I think that you would do best in… oh, what have we here?' and a heavy silence followed therein.

Okay, that raspy voice most definitely didn't belong to a doctor, and why did it feel like I was sitting upright instead of lying prone on a bed? And my face! It felt like a bag of some sort was covering it! My panic level was beginning to rise... where was I? And why did my body feel so… different?!

I realized I wasn't bound in any way and that I could feel my fingers gripping my seat tightly, I could easily wiggle my toes as well, so I wasn't trapped. The bag around my head felt loose and was in no way constricting, my ability to breathe or open my eyes. The latter proved a useless endeavour since all I could see was black, 'Some sort of cloth or fabric' a part of my brain registered.

My panic level was steadily rising now, I'd been trying to take in deeper breaths to keep myself calm, to little avail, unfortunately "This is wrong..." I started "there's been some sort of mistake, all of this is so very wrong! Just wh–"

'Allow me' came the voice once more, and I was suddenly hit with the mother-of-all migraines as flashes of people, and various other images played through my head… by no means a fun experience, let me tell you.

But it gave me the answers I sought, finally, and for that I was thankful.

'Oh, I've done quite a bit more than that young one...' the voice replied, and I could detect quite a bit of mirth in it.

'You already know that I'm…' I began, but I was cut off midway.

'Age to me has always been a relative factor… in that respect, you are but a babe, now listen carefully I have helped increase your mind's fortification, but you must reinforce them yourself… and be sure to never reveal you're true origin' the voice warned me.

Which to me, roughly translated to: BEWARE OF DUMBLEDORE AND SNAPE!

'Okay point taken…' I replied, no way was I letting anyone in my head, in fact, I solemnly vow here and now to keep myself as detached from all this as possible!

'A wise choice, though by your nature I doubt you will follow through with it…' a raspy chuckle followed the comment.

'And thank you, for the vote of confidence doc' I grumbled, 'So we done here? I'd rather not draw too much attention if I can help it, plus thanks to you my head's killing me!'

'Very well… but unfortunately, your presence has already brought about a change...' and the voice though still clear, suddenly sounded a little distant.

'Wait what do you mea–' I really didn't like the sound of that.

'RAVENCLAW!'

… fuck my life.


"... Hey? Hey! Kid, you okay?" someone asked me. It was the same Prefect as before... whose name I couldn't quite place, though I did notice that she was quite the looker.

"Yeah" I did my best to sound overwhelmed, "It's just… there's a lot to take in" it wasn't hard to make myself look nervous, heck, a part of me was downright terrified!

"It's the same for everyone at the beginning, don't worry you'll have everything sorted out before you know it..." the Prefect told me kindly, I gave her a half-hearted smile in reply.

Off the corner of my eye, I watched a black-haired - and black-cloaked - figure inconspicuously make its way out of the hall, but a gentle tap on my shoulder just then, had me turning to my side.

"All the Wrackspurts in the room are gathering around your head…" the owner of the voice told me seriously her light-blue, almost grey, eyes boring into my own.

I figured the person in front of me had just been sorted but there hadn't been an outburst or cheers of any kind, just a few smattering claps from some of the seniors, which I presumed was more so out of politeness than acceptance, or perhaps even compulsion. It took barely a minute for me to recognize who I was talking to, and my mood soured instantly at the attitude of my housemates, though I think I managed to not let it show.

"Oh... yeah I noticed" I answered her in an equally serious tone, reigning in my anger while ignoring the snickers and looks of pity/revulsion some of the people around me were giving her "I'd say from around when I was sorted?" I asked.

There was a flash of surprise in her eyes at my easy acceptance of her comment, but she nodded nonetheless "Here, you might need this... daddy printed a whole article about them" and after handing me a magazine titled 'The Quibbler' she continued "You're nice, I hope we can talk again after everything's settled down… oh, and maybe we can even be friends!" she smiled happily at the thought. My gaze never left her as she twirled and walked further down our table; her frazzled, shoulder-length pale-blond hair somehow flowing in the (otherwise absent) breeze. She settled down somewhere near the end of the table, and my eyes narrowed at how the people nearest her not-so-subtly tried to shift away from her.

'Fucking hypocrites…' I inwardly cursed, 'If only they knew, how important of a part she played in Voldy's downfall... not to mention matching up with the likes of Granger and the Weasley Princess, against Bellatrix of all people'

I think my brooding must have continued for quite a while, for the guy next to me suddenly asked "Hey mate, aren't you hungry?"

Only now did I take note that the sorting ceremony had come to an end and that both the throne-like chair at the centre of the staff table and the one immediately to its right, were empty. Also, dinner at some point had appeared as well and the majority of Hall's inhabitants had already begun stuffing themselves.

"Didn't you hear her? He's got them Wrackspurts flying around his head!" an older student sitting across from us chortled, with the one sitting next to me joining in.

"By the way, I'd throw that away if I were you…" the guy next to me, whose name I would no longer make an effort to remember, advised gesturing to what I held in my hand "Trust me, the bloke that prints this stuff is right barmy!"

"Eh, might as well use a good laugh…" I offhandedly commented as I pocketed it, I couldn't afford to make enemies just yet, despite my so wanting to hurl my arsenal of colourful choice words at him 'Damn I hate kids…' and I was surrounded by hundreds of them!

"You're a Muggleborn aren't you?" the senior suddenly deduced, to which I gave a non-committal shrug "No wonder you don't know about stuff like this, don't worry kid you'll learn soon enough…" he said a little haughtily.

'As if your opinion is worth a damn' but outwardly I shrugged once more and simply joined the party of people stuffing their faces.

"Oh yeah!" The guy next to me starts. I think I'll call him Bob, and the senior Big Bob, he's currently talking to the Prefect girl - Clearwater, he'd called her which (now that I think about it) makes sense - Penelope Clearwater... the Ravenclaw Prefect and Percy Weasley's soon-to-be, if not already, girlfriend. I let out a snicker, poor BigB, judging by his face I think he has a bit of a crush on her.

"I'm–" I made it a point to keep eating while Bob introduced himself, turns out he's a half-blood, descendant of a declining family of Purebloods... go figure "So what about you?" he asked, just as the remainder of the main course disappeared, only to be replaced by dessert.

I tried not to cringe, sampling a bit of the ice cream 'Well at least my head's feeling better' I mused as I answered him, "Colin… Colin Creevey" I said while adjusting the camera strap, around my neck, so that it wouldn't impede me as I ate... yet again.

'Of all the places, all the timelines and of all the people!' I fought to keep myself calm, knowing that this wasn't the time or place. Bob kept going on about lessons and such while talking to some of the other newbies, and I idly listened to him drawl, while I finished the rest of my ice cream.

I know that life can be a bitch sometimes but from my understanding, things could easily have been worse, and I mean much worse for me 'I could just as easily have been some random guy - or even girl for that matter - who simply dies, while on the other hand I might not have even been born human!' I quickly cleared such thoughts from my brain 'Okay, stop with the what-ifs and shit… focus on the now, try to make the most of it, and work yourself up from there!' I firmly told myself.

One thing I can say for sure right now though… this Colin Creevey was not going to end up dead, no way in hell! Not on my watch! I'd been given a second chance in life - a life with Magic, of all things! - and I wasn't about to let it go to waste.


So I was working on my other fic, but the story for this one kept popping up at random times and refused to let me concentrate... I can't say for sure that I'll continue, but I already have bits of the story figured out, it mainly depends upon the response I get.

Leave me a review and any suggestions, be it pairing(s) or on something particular in the storyline, are welcome (though I may or may not follow it to the 't')

So until then...

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