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.

A/N: Second chapter is now here! It'll start getting more interesting pretty soon I'm hoping.

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Chapter 2: A Little Chat and Some Spirit Summoning


It's really boring to have no one to talk to you know. Hello, la la la la, la la la la! Wake up! I'm bored…

What the heck… oh, you're still here. So it wasn't just some fic-induced dream… Damnit.

Nope, not a dream at all! I'm seriously here, hahaha! I crack my self up sometimes.

Good for you. Now, with the whole pun business, can I safely assume that you're Sirius?

I thought we established that I wasn't kidding?

I was actually using that as your name that time. Little slow today, are we? How did you make it even this far in life?

Oh, well then, yes. I'm Sirius Black, recently deceased, unregistered Animagus, and prankster extrodinaire. Hey, that's French! See I'm not stupid, I spoke French!

Again, my congratulations to you. In your shining moment of brilliance, can you tell me how we get to your friend? I'm guessing Remus Lupin is the one you were talking about before?

Yep, that's him. How to get to him though… that's a toughie. Well, it's still '95, or '96, I can't tell how much time passed since I was dead, but it doesn't feel like long. So he'll probably be at HQ with the rest of the Order, sorting through my stuff.

Well that's no help, it's 2005.

It's what? Ten years! Oh no… okay I'm lost again. I'm just gonna sit here and mope.

And just when I thought we were getting somewhere. Aislin flopped back down on her bed in exasperation and tried to clear her thoughts. It was damn near impossible to do so with Sirius in the background though. What Aislin didn't know was that all this thought clearing and planning wasn't necessary. For at that moment, well not at that moment if you want to get technical, at that momentten years earlier, two teens somewhere in London were putting their own plan into action…

"So what are we doing again, 'Mione?" Ron was yet again confused as to whatever plan the Trio was putting into action, all he knew was it could probably help his best mate, Harry.

"How many times must I tell you Ronald? We're going to try to figure out a way to get Sirius back, for Harry's sake. He's done nothing but sit around all day long, brooding, since that night in the Department of Mysteries. It's the least we can do."

"I knew that much."

"Then why did you ask me what we were doing?"

"I knew why we were doing it, I want to know how we're going about it."

"We're going to cast this spell," Hermione then motioned to the ancient book in front of her, "And it should show us where Sirius's spirit is at the moment. Or it might bring his spirit to us; I haven't worked that detail out yet. As for getting his body back from behind the veil, that's a different story, and we'll work that out when we come to it."

"Okay, that's all I wanted to know." He glanced over at the tattered spell book near them, "Where'd you get that? It looks bloody hard"

"It was in the study downstairs, the Blacks were very into the Dark Arts you know, it stands to reason that there would be books on necromancy. As for the difficulty, yes it is very complicated. But I'm sure I'll manage."

"Necrowhat?"

"Necromancy, Ronald. Summoning spirits of the deceased, especially for prophesying, in this case however…" By this point, he had tuned her out, she carried on for a while longer before turning to him and nodding, indicating they were ready to start the spell. "Everything is ready, we just need to chant the verse on this page here. Okay, are you ready?"

"As ready as I'm going to be."

"I'll take that as a yes, okay."

Ego voco vos phasmatis.

Ut ingredior inter victus.

Ut spiritus inter victus.

Vivo inter victus, ut unus of victus.

Ut is exsisto meus mos, Ego voco vos phasmatis.

Ego voco vos phasmatis.

Ut ingredior inter victus.

Ut spiritus inter victus.

Vivo inter victus, ut unus of victus.

Ut is exsisto meus mos, Ego voco vos phasmatis.

Ego voco vos phasmatis.

Ut ingredior inter victus.

Ut spiritus inter victus.

Vivo inter victus, ut unus of victus.

Ut is exsisto meus mos, Ego voco vos phasmatis.

"Now what?" Ron had chanted, but he didn't see anything happening.

"Now, we wait."

A/N: There's the second chappie for ya! It was short I know, but it's better than nothing. Read & Review!