Set in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
Summary: Fully alive, more than most. Ready to smile and love life. Fully alive and she knows how to believe in futures.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Original Female Character x Severus Snape (Slight Original Female Character x Remus Lupin)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the work of J.K. Rowling. It belongs to her. Not me. All song lyrics belong to their respective artist(s), label company, songwriters, and whoever else who makes profit from them. I, however, make no profit on writing this. I claim zero ownership of anything other than the idea of this story. And Lita. She's mine. And she's cute.
.:I'm the Narrator and This Is Just the Prologue:.
On the third floor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries (Potion and Plant Poisoning), 5th door down the corridor on the right is a girl. She's a bit of an unusual case, even in the magical community. You see, a good twenty some odd years ago she arrived and to the present day, she remains unchanged. She still retains the same 15-year-old body she had then, though it hasn't done her much good considering she's been in a deep sleep since... the accident.
Lita (for that had been her name, you see) had been doing her O.W.L.s for Potions when it happened. She was very good at Potions, so it was by no fault of her own. It only took a moment away from her cauldron for one of her rather cruel classmates to slip in an extra ingredient. This ingredient mixed with the others created a very adverse result and the poor girl being none the wiser, inspected her potion and tested it upon herself. Once said potion had slipped down her throat, she gave an involuntary lurch and promptly collapsed unto the floor.
Now with all these years gone by, she's truly missed a lot: graduations, marriages, births... betrayals, imprisonment... death. It's quite sad to have missed so much in a third of a lifetime. But that's about to change. It's time for her to wake up...
And I believe
This may call for a proper introduction
And well, don't you see?
I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue
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