Author: Tanith Lilitu

Disclaimer: I own Aislin, Mr. and Mrs. Highland, and the plot. I also own the character Kate, but Emikae, whom Kate is based upon, owns herself. Okay, so I really only own Kate's personality, because Emikae owns her own middle name and description. I partially own the swirls. 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: Numero huit! We had people over for Easter so I had to socialize instead of write. I got a graphic tablet and 'The Incredibles' for Easter! I also had to get caught up in English and Math, so I haven't been on fanfiction at all this week. But, finally, here it is!

Emikae (& James) – So shall I call you this from now on? I think Lily should be coming along soon, anyone else want a cameo : ) Oh, and what's your favourite Hogwarts house?

BlackPaintedWhite – Thanks for the cookies and the compliments! Brownies sound good : ) Sorry it was so late, don't hate me! I'm glad you liked Kate, kudos to Emikae for her description and name. And all shall be explained in due time, once I figure it out!

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Chapter 8: Swirls and Crazies

This latest landing was considerably more cheerful than the previous one, Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour was brightly lit and happy voices could be heard discussing the upcoming school year, the most recent Quidditch game, who was going to meet who where after shopping, and a variety of other subjects. The smells of chocolate, caramel, banana and the many treats that the Ice Cream Parlour had to offer hit Aislin full on, but she couldn't stay and savor them, she had to find the five people who were surely looking for her. She realized with a jolt that there were numerous fireplaces in the alley, any of which were as likely as the next for her other companions to have fallen out of. She quickly scampered up off of the floor where she had been sitting, brushed the dirt off her clothes, and set out to find at least one of the people she was supposed to be with.

It was overcast as Aislin headed outside, and tiny droplets of rain were just starting to fall on the cobblestones. A few wands were pulled out and spells were murmured in order to keep their casters dry. Umbrellas were also pulled out, with the same purpose in mind. Aislin, having neither wand nor umbrella, simply walked on. It wasn't pouring out, but if it started to, she would head into a shop and browse around until the rain let up.

Aislin soon found herself halfway down the street and still with no sign of Hermione, Ron, Molly, Remus or Tonks. She decided it was now time to start looking in the shops. As she stepped into Flourish and Blotts, she didn't see any of the people she was looking for, but Aislin did spot someone with a familiar air about him. She couldn't place where she had seen him before, or if she had even seen him in the first place. Anyone she knew before this mess started was across the Atlantic Ocean or was too young at this point to be this boy.

Aislin studied him for a moment. He had his back turned at the moment, but she could still find out things that could be helpful to her deciphering of who this stranger was. His hair was so dark that it was almost black, and it came down almost to his shoulders. He was fairly short for, what Aislin assumed was, his age. He was wearing muggle clothing, but it was far too large for him. Suddenly Aislin had a revelation, Why not ask Sirius if he knows who this is? Hey, Sirius, who is that guy?

Hmm, '1486 Ways to Enjoy Eggs', pity I don't like eggs. What was that? Who do I know?

Do you know that guy over looking at the 6th year books? Now he's walking over to pay for them, see, right there.

Oh, yeah, I know him, why? Do you fancy him? Ooo, Aislin has a crush!

No, he just looks familiar, c'mon, who is he?

I'm shocked that you don't recognize him, doesn't the actor they cast look anything like him at all?

Actor…? What, is that Harry?

The one and only, my godson, you'll be talking to me before you make any moves on him and kindly wait until I'm out of here before doing so.

I don't like him, I told you that, I'm still adjusting to the whole this is real thing. I'm not going to be dating anyone here, and that would make me such a like total Mary-Sue!

A what?

Never mind, fanfiction term.

What what term?

Never mind; forget I said it even. Oh, it's Molly! Over there!

Aislin pushed through the throngs of witches and wizards to get to Mrs. Weasley, whose face lit up as soon as she saw her. Her expression increased ten fold when she saw Harry, though. Aislin stepped back a little as she started fussing over Harry.

"Oh! Harry, dear, when was the last time you ate? I hope your relatives have been feeding you well! You look dreadful, if you don't mind my saying so." Full mothering mode once again.

"Er, hi, Mrs. Weasley. Good to see you too. I'm okay; I ate about an hour ago."

"That reminds me, aren't you still supposed to be at your aunt and uncle's house? I think one of the Order members was going to pick you up next week. They didn't tell me they were going earlier…" As she took on a puzzled expression, he started to explain.

"I sent Hedwig to Professor Dumbledore to ask him if I could come over earlier, I know that staying with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon is the safest thing for me, but I hate staying away for long. They've been feeding me, but it's still not the same as you lot. I got here day before yesterday, I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron for now."

"Oh, well if Albus approves. But you know you can come over to stay at Grimmauld Place, Ron and Hermione would love to see you again. They're around here somewhere," She peered around the bookstore, but was unsuccessful in her search, "Oh, I'm sure you'll find them. Ron mentioned going to check out the latest models over at Quality Quidditch Supplies, not that we could afford it, mind you…"

"Okay, I'll go check for him, bye Mrs. Weasley." With that, Harry ran out of Flourish and Blotts, and into the light drizzle in the street.

Molly turned her attention back to Aislin, "I hope you'll excuse me dear, terribly rude of me, ignoring you. I just haven't seen the poor boy since the beginning of the summer."

"It's fine, I don't mind. So that was Harry?"

"Yes… oh! You hadn't met him had you? Well we'll have to introduce you if you're going to be staying for a while. Oh yes, where in the Floo did you end up landing, dear?"

"Umm, Emiky, or Emikay, or umm, Emikae, that was it!"

"Emikae Manor?" She grabbed Aislin in a tight hug, "That's half way across the country! You could have landed anywhere! And that was only one sneeze! Oh you poor thing!"

"I'm good really, the girl there was… odd, but she helped me. I'm fine, it's good, I got here." She tried to struggle out of the embrace but relaxed when she saw she wasn't going to win. She was soon released, and they made their way to Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, to purchase… robes, of all things, go figure.

Once inside the store, a witch casting drying spells, much to the relief of the sopping patrons, greeted them.

After trying on numerous robes, Aislin picked out a set of black robes with silver detailing, reminiscent of Kate's, a set of black robes with lavender on the inside, and some school robes just in case she stayed until then. I wish I had interesting eyes so that I could get robes to bring out their colour, brown doesn't need to be brought out.

You have the strangest thoughts… Ooo! Swirls! Flying ninja swirls!

You're one to talk, what are you talking about…never mind. Her question was answered as a troupe of squirrels, looking like ninjas, ran through the doors, but were escorted out by a wizard looking like the one she had seen in her dream the night before. Riiiight then, Sirius what was with the squirrels?

Swirls! Swirls! Not sqriules, or whatever you muggles call them.

Squirrels and they're bushy tailed rodents, who cares what I call them?

Oh no you didn't! I can't go on! Apologize before they get you!

Okaaaay… I'm sorry Sirius, and the swirls.

That's better.

By this point, the swirls were long gone, as was the freaky looking wizard/swirl commander. The strangeness was never-ending though; this was wizarding London after all.

"YOU WILL NEVER KNOW! EVEN IF YOU GO TO SOUTH PORCUPINE!" A girl about Aislin's age, a little shorter, with dark hair and glasses ran up screaming her head off. Oh, and dancing wildly.

Uh, Sirius, do you know her?

Nope, just another crazy.

Hey, where'd Molly go? And why are all the crazies attracted to me?

She's probably with Harry and Ron by now. They're not attracted to you, you're just a muggle so you notice it more, and everyone else is used to it by now.

I'm gonna go find her before anything else happens. She started walking quickly.

"YOU WILL NEVER KNOW!"

Well, running.


A/N: There you have it, chapter 8, sorry for the sheer late-itude of it. I'm all caught up on homework for now, but going to a birthday party on Saturday, so probably no updates this weekend. Yet again I'm updating late at night, well, not so late, only 10, but at night! Bye people don't forget to review!