Phoenix

~Year 1 - Chapter 1~ *

She's currently being shown into a cosy looking room, internally losing her mind. Last May, she entered a fanfiction competition, of all things, and in a moment of luck which was incredibly unlike her usual luck, she, one Lilith Helena Martin had actually won the competition, from her entry of 'The Diaries of Lily Moon, Gryffindor Girl'. First place and all.

The anonymous author of the Harry Potter series, who only went by the initials of L.M.P when she wasn't using the pen-name of J.K. Rowling, had decided that out of how many other thousands of other entries, hers was the best, was sitting in the room, just waiting for her.

She motioned towards a cosy looking armchair opposite her own, and the door closed behind her as she took the offered seat next to the heat of the warm fireplace. She let out a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding.

She seemed to be rereading Lilith's storyline from her competition entry, and you could see how delighted she was with that glimmer in her eyes. Lilith thankfully withheld what would have been an embarassing snort when she compared that to Dumbledore's infernal, ever-referenced 'twinkle in his eyes'. She looked up, examining Lilith and spoke.

"You look incredibly like a Weasley, Lily."

Lilith freezes up. No one has called her that for a long time, and when she tries to remember, she gets a piercing pain in her head, in sharp contrast to the hazy landscape of her mind.

No one she knew ever referred to her as Lily. She wasn't even entirely sure why, given that it was a perfectly logical nickname. What the hell?

"So its all real then." She looked a bit surprised when Lilith -Lily?- said this, and if she was being honest, so was she, she had just been speaking my thoughts aloud. "What gave it away?" she asked, seeming truly curious now.

Lily mulls it over. "The little things here and there in the book, and-...." she stopped, her throat feeling oddly thick. "The name," I said at last. Her mouth formed a little "o" shape before she spoke.

"Regarding my previous comment, you look incredibly like a Weasley, because you are one"

Now hold your horses here woman, what? Lily was going through a bit of a crisis here.

"What am I, Ron's twin?" she asked, shutting her eyes when the woman looked apologetic. She'd been joking. "Of course I am, because twins run in families, Lily, don't be silly," she muttered sardonically.

She began a new line of questioning, instead of trying to wrap her head around that [articular piece of infromation.

"Why are we here, and not in there?" she asked assuming that in order to know about all of this, the author also must be from the... alterante universe? Lily nodded her head towards a book.

She grimaced, this seemed to be a sore subject. "We were cast out by a certain spell, it was aimed at me, you attempted to push me out of the way, but only ended up getting yourself brought here as well." Lily frowned.

"What surprised me was the fact that for some reason, you have no memory of it. This is the alternate reality, I simply wrote about the real world in the book, albeit leaving a few things, or in your case, people, out. Why? Well I had no way of knowing where you were, so I had to get you to write yourself back in. Arguably, you didn't, but you used an existing character that I wrote in on a whim, because you knew what your name was."

"When we arrived, I saw you next to me, but dazed and disorientated, you disapparated, without a wand, a 10 year old witch disapparated before my eyes. Don't ask me how, I haven't a clue, but it seems you ended up in Ireland. So I knew who you were-" " But the Weasleys," Lily interrupted, rubbing at her brows in an attempt to soothe the ache that the pressure of a build-up of memories were causing her.

"The Weasleys didn't know you were taken as a baby, Molly was obliviated, even if just temporarily, but she couldn't do anything to stop..." she looked deeply saddened now. "She couldn't do anything to stop my brother from taking you. He brought you to me, told me to raise you. I didn't know then, but one night you spoke in your sleep, describing what had happened, and I went to confront my brother. Whispers turned to shouts, shouts turned to wands being pulled out, and I guess the commotion woke you, you saw me, dove in front of me, and we appeared in this reality."

Lily was gaping, before it turned into a sympathtic grimace.

"I think I can fix it though," she said, and Lily looked up at this, and she smiled wearily. ''I can send you back to our reality, and when you finish you seven years at Hogwarts, you can pull me out of here.''

''But what about you?! That's seven whole years!'' Lily exclaimed, but she shook her head. ''You for one, should know that time can work differently, Lily. I'll send you straight to Dumbledore.'' She grimaced. "I might not like the man, but he is, unfortunately, in a rather important position of power."

She raises her wand, but before she can cast it, Lily pulls her into a hug and thanks her, because after all, it seemed she had raised her, and was sending her to her family, with almost not a second thought to what would happen to herself.

She shoots the spell, which seems to use a lot of magic as she quickly looks incredibly tired, into the fireplace, and tells Lily to step into the now blue flames. "Good luck."

The world starts spinning, and just as her sight begins to darken, she hears the author sigh and speak.

"We'll be having words, Mum, about what you have Reg and me do while Star's off at school."

A/N:
I know I said this would be updated on a Wednesday and today's Friday, but would you believe me if I told you my rabbit bit through my computer charger? Yeah, that's why this is late, sorry. The little star at the top of the chapter is to tell you and me that this has been edited.

Also sorry if the rest of the story looks a little confusing, that is as of now, still majorly unedited.

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