Author: Tanith Lilitu

Disclaimer: Any characters you recognize from the books are property of J.K. Rowling, and all the rest who have claim to them. Any other characters are property of the author.

Summary: Aislin is a fanfic addict... who suddenly finds herself possessed, dragged ten years into the past, and halfway around the world!
"…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, completely AU by now, probably some OOC-ness

Rating: K+, for three or four minor swear words.

A/N: It's been over two years since my last update on this, and the last two books have since been released. Anyone who remembers this story from back then... congratulations, an update is finally happening. Anyone who has just stumbled across this story, thanks for clicking on it and sticking with it until this chapter. I can't promise this will be spectacular by any means, but I'll do my best... on with the (short) update.

Fanfiction Addiction
Chapter 12: Going in Circles

Aislin's head whipped around at Ron's latest comment. "What'd you say about Luna?", she asked.

Harry started to snicker at the situation Ron appeared to have gotten himself into. It really was just brilliant to be able to enjoy the summer like this for once in his life. "Yeah, Ron, what'd you say about Luna?" He really couldn't resist adding his two cents.

"Ron, that'shardly a very nice thing to say about someone at all. Harry, honestly, was that really necessary?"

Evidently everyone had something to add. Ron still didn't think that anyone except Harry had heard his comment, and was looking stunned at the incredible hearing that the girls in the room seemed to have. The blank look on Aislin's face was similar to the one Ron was sporting, except for a different reason.

Do they always act like this?

Don't ask me, although you may want to stop Hermione at some point. More than enough mothering goes on in this house with Molly around, never mind anyone else. Although "more than enough" may be a bit extreme, seeing as my own mother would've dropped dead before even admitting to have produced yours truly, you know what else–

The rambling didn't seem to be ending anytime soon, so with a shudder, Aislin rejoined the current (audible) conversation.

"Hermione, calm down, I'm not offended," Hermione looked slightly perturbed at being told to back down from chastising someone, but did as she was told, "I think it's cool enough being here, never mind getting compared to someone you guys know! It's such a total compliment!"

"You wouldn't think it was a compliment if you knew Looney Lovegood..." Ron added this under his breath. Unfortunately, his ability to whisper hadn't improved any in the last five minutes. Back to square one.

I'm never going to get anywhere with this, am I?

–so she burns my name off the bloody tapestry after I run away, as if she didn't know years before that I wasn't the heir she'd expected to raise–

I'm sensing some ongoing issues... should I come back later?

–like her darling youngest child Reg–

Definite issues. Do wizards have therapists? You could use one. Not that I'm volunteering my time to this cause.

What did you say?

...Nothing.

Sirius had seemed so much more appealing in the books. So much less... annoying and angst filled.

You'd be "angst filled" too if you spent thirteen years locked up for a crime you didn't commit, then you found out one of your best friends was a traitor, then spent ten years floating around after you died

Where'd that come from? So much more tortured, and so much less whiny.

I can hear what you're thinking, remember? I'll not have you ignoring my problems, I'm not whiny. Listen to me.

You are. Complain to yourself for a minute.

I could just talk to everyone else instead of you. They'd care what I had to say.

Why does a thirty-five year old sound like he's twelve? How do you keep taking over my body anyway?

I wondered when you'd ask.

Why you're so immature?

No, I'm ignoring that, I've been asked it more times than you'd care to hear about. I wondered when you'd ask about my ability to speak through you. To be honest, I'm not quite sure. You might want to ask Hermione.

You're just so much help. You know that, right?

After going in circles for a few more minutes, the conversation that had been going on when Aislin dove into her subconscious was now over. She resurfaced to find the other three staring at her, waiting for her to stop talking to Sirius. She had originally asked the question about Luna to seamlessly segue into the sighting of the eccentric blond at Origin Alley, that had obviously worked well. However, that topic was cast aside in favour of getting answers concerning her possession.

The young muggle had initially been far too overwhelmed, understandably, with all the goings on in the past day or so to get more information about her predicament. Her head now seemed to be swimming with all the things she could think of to ask. As well as the sudden fear that she would never again return to her correct place and time.

 Yes, it's short, but it's a break in the writers block I've had on this story for the past two years... if you read this, please review it. Even if you think Aislin is a bit of a Mary Sue (she might be, though I hope not, I hate them myself, I'm a slash-girl through and through) and you hated it, tell me, and I'll try to work on that for future chapters. There may be more chapters, encouragement really does help though... :)