-S/N here and sorry I forgot to upload this again I'm getting worse-

 So hello! This is Rebecca4Eva, previously YMBIGWDTBAH, and I took Willow and mushed the situation.

 Enjoy!

 (The llamas are watching you O.O)

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I was floating in whiteness.

Hey! I'm floating!

I'm walking in the air!

I'm -

"Willow? Willow?" Someone called my name then some of the whiteness cleared up. I looked up at a familiar ginger. (For lazy people, that's Lucy)

"Lucy!"

"Damn you Willow! Stop dying!"

"Why? I'm invincible!"

"We went through this Willow."

"But!" 

"WILLOW!"

"WHAT?"

"WAKE UP! OPEN YOUR EYES!"

Then my eyes were shut.

"Lucy?" I asked, then it came out all smushed and hey I said Looooooooooseeeeeeee. that's what is sounded like.

"What?" Came Lucy's irritable voice.

"You stopped me from being dead!"

"Yes. And to do it I had to kill someone else remember?"

"Shit." 

"Yes. Bye Willow."

"Willow?" Someone grabbed my hand.

"Yeah?" I said.

"MADAM POMFREY SHE'S ALIVE!" Aha! Shilly is here to save the day.

"Well tell her not to move. I'll be over in just a minute." Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh I'm in the hospital wing! ahhhhhhhhhh! run!

I then opened my eyes and shut them again. THE WHITE IT BURNS!

I think Lucy facepalmed in my head. 

Wait.

What?

"Shilly?"

"Who?" I slapped myself(not mentally, I actually slapped myself.)

"Lily?"

"Why did you call me Shilly?" She stared at me.

"Because of Shemione." I mumbled. OH MY GOD I MISS SHEMIONE! AND GEORGE! AND SOXY! Not Harry though, 'cause he's an emotional little shit.

"Who's Shemione?"

"Oh My God! Shilly! I'm trying to be emotional here!" I said. I then proceded to cry. "Well at least my eyes aren't fucked up."

"Willow, are you ok?" Cue sympathy

Then the nurse came, and gave me a sleeping potion. I fell asleep again.

I was walking in a corridor. It was midnight, and I was barefoot.

"They can't even help." Came a voice, and I followed it down the corridor.

"They can't even see." Where have I heard this before? Why am I getting Deja Vu?

"You're gonna be as dead as dead can be." Oh I know! It's that creepy little girl!

"You won't have a soul. You won't have a heart." Why am I being reminded if this? Does Lucy think I need reminding?

"You're gonna be all torn apart." Lovely.

"You'll always forget." I raced down the corridor towards the girl.

"You'll let you mind drift." She was me, when I was eight or nine, with my natural auburn hair.

"Don't want to remember that death is your gift."

"Why do you keep reminding me?" She was sat cross-legged on the floor, staring at me.

"Why do you keep reminding me?" She was sat cross-legged on the floor, staring at me.

"You'll have to go,

You'll have to be precise.

No-one will know your sacrifice." 

"Woah! Woah! Woah woah!I thought I put off that sacrifice thingy!"

"No-one will know." Ahh my favourite bit.

"No-one will think.

You'll be forgotten in just one blink." 

"Seriously! Tell me more! This song isn't enough." The young me stood up, brushing her hair back on her shoulders.

"Death is your gift." She whispered.

"AND DISAPPEARED! THANKS A LOT LUCY!" I yelled. Then I woke up to other me, Shilly, Snape, and Madam Pomfrey.

"Hi." I said. They all looked surprised. I took the time to ask an important question.

 "Hey Snape, do you watch porn?"