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: Sorry for the delay, all you out there in cyberspace. I say it again; homework is a horrible awful thing. Unfortunately, I'm a procrastinator though, so all these language questions were due last week, and I've got three, count 'em, three tests next week! Argh! Well, four-day weekend coming up, so that's good. XD Yay for Easter holidays! Ok, I'm gonna get on with the story now, right after I reply to my precious readers!

emikae – Yay! I'm on someone's favorites list! Lol, I feel special. You're welcome for the reminder, and I use to listen to music using headphones to avoid hearing people, but that led to further problems. As in, when I was supposed to be doing homework and I was reading instead, I couldn't hear the door open to know when to minimize the window. And disconnection is oh so nasty, that's part of the reason this chappie is later, I've been disconnected for two days because I was talking on MSN and writing, instead of doing work.

BlackPaintedWhite – Uh! You get those evil thoughts out of your head! If I'm horribly mangled and mutilated, I can't write anymore! Ha, so there! So none of the malevolent thoughts of torture and cruelty, or no more fics: P

henrietta-Black – Thankies! On to the next chappie!

Fanfiction Addiction

Chapter 6: Restless Nights and Early Mornings

It was five in the morning, and Aislin was awake. This was nothing unusual normally, but these were anything but normal times. She was also normally the only one up at this point; she didn't normally have a spirit floating around in her head bugging her. Do you like never shut up?

Nope, not usually, I like talking; I didn't get to talk to anyone for thirteen years, and then another ten, so that's…

Does it seem like I care? I'd like to get some sleep tonight!

Twenty, twenty-one… whoa! That's like, twenty-three years of not talking to anyone!

So you're making up for it now? Oh please spare me!

Basically, and that whole, sparing thing, death will spare you nothing m'dear.

"M'dear"? First you come at me with "just ducky", and now "m' dear"?

Would you like to hear more of my Siri-isms?

Oh god… "Siri-isms"? Who thought that one up?

I think it might have been Remy, or was it Jamesy? Can't remember, been awhile ya know.

Remy? Jamesy? You called each other that? Never mind… I don't care… let me sleep.

I don't really feel like sleeping, did you know that…

Needless to say, Aislin wasn't very rested when she got up that morning. Especially when she was having dreams on and off about some freaky looking guy walking by shouting "Hi, Mom!" and waving a sign that said "Save the Boats!" Save what boats? Was this some prophetic dream? Then a funny looking superhero-ish type girl that the freaky guy called the "Mighty Multi-Tasker" would fly in and the dream would start again, this sort of clued her into the fact that the dream was nonsense pure and simple.

Groggy and still in the only clothes she owned in this time, she stumbled into the kitchen to be greeted by five, what she considered to be, far too perky people.

"Lovely morning isn't it, Aislin, dear? Would you like some toast?"

"Good morning, Aislin,did you sleep well?"

"Goorf mornif Afshlin."

"Ronald! That is a disgusting habit! Oh, hello Aislin."

"Hey, Aislin, do you like blue or pink better for my hair today?"

She sort of took in all of this, but didn't really hear any of it. Aislin was most definitely not a morning person, even if it was 10 o'clock. "Huhhhh?" yawn, "Wha… I dunno, whuevur…" Molly quickly walked over to the girl and got her seated and gave her a piece of toast and glass of juice. "Ohhh, wha? Thanf…" Yawn.

"You're welcome, dear. Now tuck in, we're going shopping in an hour."

"Shopping? Why?" Complete sentences were still not an option this early on in the game.

"Oops… Umm, Molly," This last comment came from Tonks, so Hermione answered Aislin's questions whilst Mrs. Weasley tended to Tonks' most recent mess.

"We've got to go to Diagon Alley to get our school things, our lists came today."

"Ohhh, okay. Diagon Alley, that's like, magic stuff right?" Sentences had started, but that didn't mean they were intelligent sentences.

"Yes, it is. I'd assume you'd have heard about in those books Jo's writing? What are those called? Am I in them? Is the girl in the movies anything like me?" Curious as always, Hermione seized the moment.

"Yeah, books, yeah. You're in them, they're called 'Harry Potter and' then whatever else the title is. Yeah, you're there."

"What about the movies? Does the actress they've got look like me at all?"

"It's pretty close, no offence, but I think her hair is straighter than yours. And I think you might be shorter."

Ron had now finished eating and he pulled his chair over to get some questions of his own answered. "Hey, I'm in the books and moovys right?"

"Yeah, you're there too, and it's movies, not moovys or muvys or whatever you said."

"What about that prat Malfoy? And Snape, did that greasy git get in? Please don't tell me they're there."

"Okay, I won't tell you."

"That's just not right!"

"Hey, they have important parts in the books! They gotta be the nasty evil ones. And the ones in the movies aren't all that bad."

"I thought you said they were evil?"

"Not bad looking was what I meant."

"Ugh, I don't think I can ever look at you the same after that last comment. Fancying Slytherins! That is bloody disgusting!"

"Come on now Ronald, they're only actors. So, are they terribly good looking Aislin?" Even if Ron didn't care about it, Hermione still wanted info.

"Oh no! Not you too 'Mione! What is the world coming to!" Ron then threw his hands up in the air in defeat and walked off. Hermione never did get her answer though, as Molly was soon clearing off dishes and rushing them off to get ready to floo over.

At around quarter to eleven, everyone was dressed and ready to go, standing around the fireplace in the kitchen. Ron went first, followed by Hermione and then Tonks, Remus stepped up after that and then it was Aislin's turn, as Molly had stayed until the end to make sure they all got through.

"Do you know how to go through, dear?" Molly handed Aislin the pot of floo powder and watched to see if she needed any assistance.

"I think I should be fine, Diagon Alley right?" Reading over the books so many times was certainly helpful; Aislin knew the wizarding world as though she had lived there all her life.

"Yes, that's right, now take about this much, and you're on your way. You'd best be going, the others will be wondering where we are."

With those last words from Mrs. Weasley, Aislin stepped up, took a deep breath threw down the floo powder,promptly… sneezed, and she was gone. Well isn't this just ducky?

A/N: Haha! Cliffhanger! I'm oh so evil. Vincent, you got your cameo in there, I would hope that you spotted it. Other people wanting cameos, I might put some up ahead once it gets to Diagon Alley. Just tell me if you want to be in, and what sort of creature/magic thingy/screaming fangirl, and then look for yourself in an upcoming chapter. More updates will be soon, as it's a long weekend this weekend, so no homework! Unless my teacher decides to be evil. Illustrations for chapters 1-3 are also up onwww . erni . piczo .com , without the spaces of course, or go over to my homepage on my profile. The pictures for this story are up under a section called "Fanfiction Addiction". Got to go to bed now, it seems my updates are always at night. Review please!