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: This chapter takes place in the Trio's 6th year, '96.

Warnings: OC, spoilers for OotP

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

A/N: Updating has occurred! Keep reading! More characters of the HP universe variety shall now be showing up.

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Chapter 3: Aislin's Arrival

The feel of a cold stone floor and the smell of food being prepared were the first things that alerted Aislin to the fact that something wasn't right. As she opened her eyes – When did I close my eyes? – The sight that greeted her was even more unimaginable than the recent discovery of Sirius Black's spirit taking residence in her subconscious. She was lying on the floor of what appeared to be a dimly lit kitchen. Beside her was an enormous table, littered with scrolls containing diagrams and notes, not that Aislin knew that from her viewpoint. Smoke lingered in the air, and a large fireplace at the end of the kitchen was the only light, a few people were milling about within the room. As she started to sit up, she could hear footsteps approaching her resting-place.

A man with greying hair and a tired look on his face gazed down at her. "She appears to be awake." This was said to no one in particular, and soon more footsteps could be heard. Aislin finally managed sit up, with a little help from the man beside her.

Soon a plump woman with bright red hair and a motherly look about her, a younger woman with bright blue hair sticking up in odd directions, and a man with greasy hair, whose face looked to be stuck in a sneer permanently, knelt around her looking concerned. Well, the first two did at least. The greasy haired sneering man, who looked to have quite a large nose as well, stood off to the side, surveying the entire room with an air of what seemed to be boredom. He couldn't really be counted as concerned at all now that Aislin thought of it, not concerned for her, perhaps concerned that he wasn't going to get finished whatever business he had with these people so that he could leave. Aislin dropping in, quite literally, was merely slowing him down.

"Oh you poor dear!" Molly, for Aislin had figured out this simply had to be Mrs. Weasley, now focused her honed mothering skills on the girl sitting on the floor. "I hope you don't mind my saying so, but you look simply dreadful. Tonks," This was said to the other woman now trying to stand up and succeeding in knocking over a chair or two in the process, "Go get her something to eat. Remus, Severus, one you summon a blanket, she's chilled to the bone."

The others quickly got to work on the tasks assigned to them while Mrs. Weasley set about making Aislin as comfortable as possible. "Now I expect you'll be wanting to know where you are, dear. And how you got here as well." Aislin looked on expectantly at this last question, for she had already assumed, and her beliefs had been confirmed by Sirius, that she, or was that they, were in the kitchen of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Her hopes of an answer were soon dashed though, "I'm afraid we haven't quite figured that out, you just appeared here, but that isn't what's odd, it's the way you're dressed. You seem a bit out of place here." At this Molly motioned to the robes the rest of them were wearing, as opposed to the pajama pants and T-shirt Aislin sported. "I don't suppose you know how you ended up in this place do you though?"

"No, I know where I am, but… I mean, oh shit…" Molly, and Tonks who had just entered the room, paled visibly. I shouldn't have said that should I? I'm not supposed to know about this house.

Probably wasn't the smartest thing you've ever done, not that I have a list of stupid things you did, but that'd be on the list.

Thanks for the vote of confidence. Now they're all gonna think I'm Death Eater or spy or something. What do I do Sirius?

Umm… that's a toughie… no muggle should know about this place right now because Jo's only written one book at this point, right?

Yes, but does this mean that they'd know about that one book?

They should, Tonks or Remus wouldn't be in it at this point, if this is around when I died. Jo said she was writing them year for year, based on the people Harry knew at that point, or the events centred around him. But Molly and Snape know about the first book, how many are out in 2005?

Five, that's how I knew you'd died, and about this place. They'll be a sixth one in July of this year, or not this year, I don't know when we are. But shut up now, I need to explain myself, I've been sitting here for five minutes, and they're still looking at me funny.

"Well, where to start, let me explain myself." Mrs. Weasley nodded slowly, still looking apprehensive, "You know the book series that Jo Rowling has written? Well… the book? Based on Harry's life?"

"I do, but even if you've read that, nowhere in that book is anything about this house or its whereabouts."

"That's where it starts getting interesting, what year is it here?"

"1995, it's August." See I was right, my guesstimation was amazing! "Do you mean to say that you're from a different time than now?"

"Ten years from now, I live in 2005."

By now, all four of the room's previous occupants had returned, and their attention was caught by Aislin's story.

"How many books has she published about our world, dear?"

"Five right now, the sixth will be out in July. That's why I know where I am, but it's still as mystery as to why or how I'm here." Four heads nodded in acceptance of this new bit of information and you could almost see the gears turning in their heads as they imagined how Jo had described them. "Oh, and the fourth movie will be out in November." At this new revelation, several pairs of ears perked up; Sirius was delighted as well.

I'm in a movie! Well, not me, but it's about me! And, wow, who plays me, what does he look like? Is he any good? I want to see the movie when we get back!

Hey, hey, slow down. If everything works out as planned there won't be a "we" anymore.

What? What's happening? You're leaving me?

I thought you wanted to be alive again?

Ooh, that's what you meant, well that's fine then. I'll leave you alone again.

A few concerned glances were sent Aislin's way as she straightened up in her seat once more.

"Are you alright, dear? Do you have a headache?" Molly's mothering skills were once again put into action, not that they had ever stopped.

"No, I'm fine. Actually… no, I'm not, this might be part of the reason I'm here." Aislin looked further down the table at Remus, "Remus, I've got a problem, I was told you were the one to ask about it."

The lycanthrope looked surprised at being asked for help from their mysterious guest, but nodded anyway. "What can I do for you? And who exactly recommended me?"

"Well, I seem to have an… odd "inner voice". I've established that he's a friend of yours." This only increased the glances sent towards Aislin, and she received one of Snape's customary eyebrow quirks.

"W-what exactly do you mean?"

"I'm not sure how to describe it, it might be possession, but I don't think he tried to possess me."

"So which of my friends has mistakenly possessed you?" His tone indicated that he as well thought she was a few phases short of a full moon. Everyone's attention was quickly diverted away from Aislin's mental health though, as a bark-like laugh sounded from Aislin, and it was soon quite apparent that Sirius had learned a new trick.

"Why, Moony! I'm surprised at you! Don't you even recognize your old pal Padfoot?" Aislin said, in a voice, which was most definitely not her own.

A/N: Longer chapter than normal. Ooo, what will happen next? Will they believe Aislin? Will Sirius return to the land of the living? Will flying pigs eat them all? Find out next time on Fanfiction Addiction! Read & Review, please!