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. I own Toni's personality and such. Any characters you may recognize are property of J. K. Rowling. If I owned the books, there'd be more slash, but there's still none in this story.
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, this is gonna be AU after Friday, also, it's gonna be harder to write after then.
Rating: K, for three or four minor swear words.
A/N: Hmm, what to say. I just have this inherent need to speak, even when it's probably better to keep my mouth shut. First off, I'm back! So sorry I haven't updated, I meant to before I went away, but I had writer's block and only got a few sentences in. That last sentence was typed about two months ago, I think. I've had writer's block the entire time; my art has been coming more naturally though, so that's good. I've been drawing so many chibis, if anyone stops by my homepage in a couple days I'll probably have them up. And people; tell me your views on slash, for further chapters. I'm not gonna actually write any, but some could be implied.
Rebel – Sorry, but your name takes forever to type out! You know who you are though, least I'd hope so, so we're good. I think they'll be more of Harry, just to see where my muse takes me. I have no specific name for my muse; it's just there. It's odd though, because I personify absolutely everything else. Glad you liked the chappie. Poor you on allergy meds! I don't have allergies, so I don't have meds, yay for me!
Kasa – You know, I read through the chapter again and there were a few grammar mistakes. I think the reason they weren't really noticeable is because they're so minute, that the author can't see them by just glancing, but they pop right out at a reader. I'll check better next time though. I'm so happy to have a word processing program that checks spelling and grammar for me! I have so many squiggly red lines! Well, not a lot but a fair amount. I'm babbling now so… glad you liked the story, thanks for reviewing, I'm bad about that, I'll read something and then not be bothered to click the nice purplish button. And if you ever find your place to escape your mind, please contact me! I could do with a place like that!
Cierra – Sorry about not getting to you last chapter, not very much to work with, lol. That reminds me, I haven't had my daily dose of Snape huggle-ing! You want to come with? I also need to huggle Draco; all the Slytherins need huggle-ing! Well, those two at least! Thanks so much for encouraging me with double reviews, lol. Also thanks a ton for visiting my homepage and reviewing the art. More's going up soon! And yes, Harry has arrived more! He only had a blank look and one line, but he is here none the less! Wow, all my replies ended in exclamation marks!
Fanfiction Addiction
Chapter 11: Spaz Attacks
"Only you two would use necromancy as a way to cheer me up," Harry had a faint smile on his face as he gazed out the window at 12 Grimmauld Place. Ron, Hermione and Aislin (with Sirius jumping in to add random information) had told him all they knew about the current events, and he was now thinking it all over.
He was overjoyed to have his godfather back, but was understandably overwhelmed. After all, what would you do if someone you thought to be dead suddenly appeared in possession of a total stranger from ten years in the future and halfway around the world? Okay, so the chances aren't all that likely, but still, to say you were shocked would be a bit of an understatement. And half of the stuff the happened to Harry wasn't all that likely.
Hermione and Ron looked sheepish after Harry's comment, and Sirius-as-Aislin was playing with her hair. He was staring intently at the light brown strands, twisting it around her finger, giggling like crazy when it either stayed or unwound itself.
"You know, I think I may dye my hair this colour once I get back," This statement was met with bewildered looks all around.
Harry was the first one to speak, "Er, that's great, but, why? If you don't mind my asking."
"I just want to, and Snape has black hair. To think I shared a hair colour with Snivellus for all these years. And weren't you telling me You-Know-Who had black hair? My dear cousin, she has black hair! See all the people with black hair I know are disgusting, evil, people trying to kill me! I do not know a single good person with black hair, not one – " He abruptly stopped his rant when he saw Hermione gesturing madly towards his godson's head. "Er, well, not you of course Harry…"
Harry was to busy falling off his chair laughing to care though, there was Sirius for you.
"Acting like juvenile dunderheads again I see," And there was Snape for you, "Your things are on your bed Potter, once you are finished with your dunderheadedness."
"I think he made that up," Ron whispered to Harry, which sent them all into another fit of giggles.
"I heard that Mr. Weasley, ten points from –"
"Professor, we're not in school."
"I knew that," Snape appeared to have a very twitchy eye, "You were being tested."
As soon as he left the room, the laughter at his expense started right back up.
"So glad I don't have him for a teacher, ha, you lot really lucked out, dincha?" Sirius was gloating and pulling so many faces that he didn't feel the hand on his shoulder, nor did he notice the excessively twinkly blue eyes looking down at him. It wasn't until the hand, or rather the person attached to it, spoke that he ceased his banter.
"Ah, but you do, my boy."
Sirius turned around slowly to give the headmaster a confused look, "A what now? I do what?"
"You will be having Severus, or rather, Professor Snape, as your teacher while you are inhabiting Miss Highland's body. She will most definitely be attending Hogwarts until the Christmas holidays at least." Albus seemed very pleased with himself, and Sirius had a look about him that clearly stated he'd rather drop dead, again. Until he gave a shudder and Aislin was back in place, smiling as if she had gotten her Internet privileges back, after months without them.
She had been hoping she could go to Hogwarts, but wasn't going to celebrate until she had received the news from Dumbledore himself. Then, without warning, her smile dropped off her face. She was a muggle, she had no magic. It was a freakin' school of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Well… everything wasn't practical application…
- Transfiguration, nope, too much "foolish wand waving".
- Defense Against the Dark Arts, nope, basically incantations.
- History of Magic, boring, but she could do it.
- Herbology, probably, unless it required magical aid.
- Divination, ha! Not even the teacher needed to have any magic!
- Potions, simple, combining magical plants and animals in a complex manner. She'd read enough fanfiction to know that.
But as soon as she thought of fanfiction involving Snape, she thought of slash, well, she couldn't look at Harry anymore today. I wonder what they'd all think about people writing stories about them and some of the ships… ugh, what would they think about me reading some of those ships… eww! And Aislin abruptly fell off her chair. Now that she knew they were real people, it would be so awkward to remember some situations various authors had put them in. Okay, get off of that train of thought right now! Stop the damn train!
Of course she imagined an actual train, and burst into giggles.
So here's what everybody else witnessed:
Dumbledore tells Sirius that Aislin will be going to Hogwarts, Sirius looks stunned, then shakes and starts smiling. Aislin's body stops smiling, seems contemplative, then disgusted, then falls off her chair. And then starts laughing. All in the space of about two minutes flat.
The headmaster simply continued smiling and strode off muttering nonsense about lemon drops and a good cup of tea.
Hermione was writing down Aislin's "symptoms" and taking out a book from Merlin knows where.
Ron and Harry were looking nervously between Aislin and each other, in true Ron and Harry fashion.
Aislin took another couple minutes to collect herself and then sat up on the floor, dusting herself off. "Hey, I'm good now, bit of a spaz attack." She was glancing around the room as she said this, her eyes landing on Hermione and Ron, but totally avoiding Harry altogether. "So, uh, let's like go check if dinner's ready. Okay, who's coming with?"
Hermione tentatively spoke up, "Aislin, it's only 2, we might have tea, but dinner won't be for a while."
"Oh my god, I'm in Britain, we have tea! Excuse me, I'm hyper, whee! Do you have tea everyday?" Ron started to talk, "Never mind, this is so so cool! Oh my god, I'm in Britain! The farthest I've ever been is Quebec, but that's only one province over! And I had to pay!" She started pouting, "Stupid tours, you know, they took up all the time, no time for cool stuff. But we had a hot tour guide! Like ten years older though, so sad."
Harry turned his attention back out the window, and Ron looked distinctly uncomfortable, as 'Mione and Aislin had started talking about all the hot guys they knew. Girls, pchoo!
A shriek was heard when Aislin realized the tour guide would be about her age now, but started to pout again when 'Mione mentioned that he'd be really weirded out to have some girl he hadn't met yet call him up asking for his number. Then they started talking about how paradox-ish that was because how could she call him asking for his number?
Then Aislin was telling Hermione what the blokes in the Harry Potter series looked like, and the girls were rating them. They were just starting into fanfiction, which Hermione had heard of, only not with herself in a leading role, when they heard Ron.
"And we thought Luna was odd, mate."
A/N: Yay! Another chapter! Oh yeah, who's good? Well, not really, 'cause it took me two months, but I wrote it all today, I kept erasing and re-writing for two months. I think part of it was I had other stuff on the go, as I was doing some stuff in school a year early, and I was going on trips, and I'm a procrastinator.
But I got it done, please please please review, I live off the things!
It brightened my day so much to see the 32 change to a 33 after two months. Recommend the story to friends, 'cause the more reviews, the faster I write.
And Emily, if you read this, yes, Ron said pchoo! Lmao! Is that how you spell it?
Please review everybody, it means so much to me when you take the time to click the cornflower button. Nobody can decide on the colour, so I did. I found the exact shade on Paint. The red and green are 196, and the blue is 255. It's leaning towards the blue more than the purple on the colour chart on custom colours, so there you go.
Anyway, just review please and thank you! And your dear authoress may get up more chappies!
Woah, my second A/N beat the first one! XD