Here it is, my beautiful mess of a chapter: 

“Willow, why didn’t you tell us?” Lily asked. 

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit…” I muttered. 

“We’ve got a kid…” James says, looking positively stunned. “We…”

“Two, actually,” I reply. 

“Two kids...”

“Well, not yet.”

“You get them killed?” Sirius suddenly says, his teeth clenched together and his loathing stare boring into  Peter. “Why?”

Peter squeaked and cowered, obviously afraid. “I-I-I don’t know! I haven’t done it yet!”

“We have two children, and they have fucked up lives because we die…” James mumbles almost incomprehensively. His eyes widen. “We die. We get murdered, because Peter backstabs us.” His eyes narrow and he turns on Peter. “What is wrong with you? We’re your friends!”

“I’ven’t done it yet!” Peter whimpered. 

Sirius makes a move to tackle Peter, but Remus grabs him and holds him back. 

“Calm down,” Remus says, shoving Sirius back. “He hasn’t done it yet, which means it can be prevented.” He turned to me. “Right?”

“Ah, well, you see here…” I said, scratching the back of my head awkwardly. “I’ve probably already fucked up the future really bad already, but if we prevent James and Lily here from dying, well…” 

“Why did You-Know-Who want to kill future us anyway?” Lily asked. 

“Some shit about a prophecy about the kid of this couple that outsmarted Voldy three times or something like that,” I said. “Anyway, he thought that couple was you and James and the kid to be Harry, which he was actually right -- ”

The realization hit me like an eighteen-wheeler. 

“Neville!” I shouted. 

“Neville?” Remus repeated. “Who’s Neville?”

“Holy shit, if you guys make Sirius or Remus the secret keeper instead of Peter ‘cause he turns out to be a double-agent -- sorry Peter -- and then you guys don’t die, Neville becomes the kid in the prophecy!” I shout. “Oh my god this changes everything… Wait a minute. No it doesn’t. Well, sort of. I mean, we’ll still probably try and save the philosopher’s stone because Harry’s a little hero, and we’ll probably still try to go into the chamber of secrets, our third year will be horribly boring but hey, Remus can still be our teacher so that’ll be fun… But Harry won’t get entered the Triwizard Tournament, but Neville will… And Neville will end up in that graveyard that night… We won’t go the the Department of Mysteries and Sirius won’t die there… I won’t fake being Umbitch’s little slut… And Neville will be given the fucked up honour of going horcrux hunting… I won’t meet Ruby and go to that school… THE ENTIRE WORLD WILL BE WRONG!”

“Who the fuck is Neville?” Sirius asked. I realized that everyone was looking at me like I was crazy. 

“Frank and Alice Longbottom’s kid,” I said nonchalantly. “Shit, I just told you guys like everything. Shit, the future is so fucked. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… Okay, everyone just calm down!”

“Willow, you’re the only one flipping out,” James told me. 

“Oh,” I said. “We need to talk to Dumbledore.”

“Will he even see us at this time of night?” Lily asks. 

“Oh sure, Dumbledore and I are bros,” I said. “Well, will be bros, anyway. God, the past is annoying.”

So we went to Dumbledore’s office and stood awkwardly outside the door. 

“So, uh, what now?” Sirius asked. 

Suddenly the gargoyle moved aside, revealing the staircase. 

“Alright…” I said, walking up the steps, everyone else trailing behind me.

I knocked on the big wooden door and waited. The door opened, and we entered. 

“Willow,” Dumbledore greeted. As the other’s entered behind me, a moment of surprise passed over his aged features, but he quickly regained his composure. “To what pleasure do I owe your visit?”

“Yeah… um, funny story here…” I started awkwardly. “I, um, accidently told them everything?”

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. “Everything?”

“Everything?”

“Define everything.”

“Like, basically my entire life. Minus the fine details, naturally.”

“Willow, do you realize what you have done?”

“I’ve tried to not, but unfortunately I have.”

“You have probably drastically altered the future!”

“Probably?”

“More than likely.”

“Well, shit.”

“Um,” James said, raising his hand. 

“Yes, James?” Dumbledore said, addressing the boy who looked so much like Harry. 

Man, I miss him.

Wow, never thought I’d say that. 

I miss Shemione too. And Ronald. And George. And Fred. And Luna. And Neville. And everyone else too. 

“Well, I don’t know much about time travel, but if she’s from the future and changed the future, then shouldn’t Willow be changing too?” James asked, eyeing me nervously. 

 Everyone turned and stared at me. 

“So far everything’s still as it was before,” I said. “Harry still grew up with the Dursley’s. He’s still famous.”

“He was raised by Petunia?” Lily said, outraged. 

“Oops.”

“Willow, I recommend you shut up now,” Dumbledore said. 

“Yeah, that’d probably be a good idea,” I agreed. “Before I say something about Snape becoming a death eater and then later a double agent or something, right?”

Lily gasped dramatically. 

“Oops,” I repeated. 

“I need to sit down,” Lily said, obviously overwhelmed. She sat down in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore’s desk. 

“Man, the future really sucks,” Sirius said. 

“Yeah…” James, Remus, and Peter said in unison. 

“Our children have horrible upbringings,” Lily says sadly. 

“We get murdered,” James continues. 

“I go to Azkaban for a crime I didn’t commit,” Sirius carries on. “And I die before I am free.”

“I spent several years of my life as a rat, knowing that I sold out my best friends to You-Know-Who,” Peter said. 

“And I spend most of my life as an outcast,” Remus finishes. “And then we all die horrible deaths.”

“I really fucked up this time,” I groaned. “Dumbledore, what are we going to do?”

Dumbledore looked frustrated. “I have no idea. What would future me do?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I haven’t seen future you in, like, a year and a half!”

“Why?’ Remus asks. 

“He dies too.”

“Oh.”

Suddenly a blinding flash of pain shot through my head. I crumpled to the floor. 

“Willow!” everyone shouted. 

Suddenly, scenes were flashing through my mind. I saw Harry, without a scar on his forehead,  and I standing side by side, Harry about to get on the Hogwarts Express. James and Lily were standing there. Harry looked about eleven, which would have made me ten. Flash forward to the next year, I saw Ginny and I giggling in the common room together. 

And just like that, my entire life was rewritten until I was sent back in time. 

“Shit,” I muttered. 

“What happened?” Lily asked. “Are you okay?”

“Physically, yes,” I answered. “Otherwise…  not so great.”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked. 

“The future has changed,” I said grimly. “Stuff that never happened now happened, but it’s like it didn’t happen to me, you know?”

“No,” everyone said together. 

“Ugh,” I said, laying down on the ground. “Everything is so confusing.”

“Wait a minute,” Sirius said suddenly. “You were sent back by future you, correct?”

“Yes,” I answered. 

“Then that means you already lived through this once, and made it to whenever without drastically changing the future, correct?”

“Unless she changed the future from what it was originally supposed to be, and now we’re changing it again,” Lily said smartly.  

“My brain hurts,” I complained. 

“Look, now I’m not happy about how the future turns out for any of us, but from what Willow has said, it seems like the future is royally screwed if this shit doesn’t happen, right?” Remus asked. 

“Basically,” I reply. “Harry was the one in the prophecy, but if Voldemort never killed Lily and James, I don’t know if that still makes him the one in the prophecy or not.”

“What prophecy?” Dumbledore asked. 

“Wait a few years. You’ll find out.”

Remus ran his hands through his hair. “We need to get the timeline back on track.”

“How?” James asked. “Last I checked, there wasn’t a spell to modify memories.”

“If only we could go back in time and stop ourselves from listening,” Peter murmurs. 

An idea strikes me. “Then why don’t we?” I turn to Dumbledore. “Got any time turners around here?”

~*~

So, um, yeah. Purplecatgirl (man, do I need to change that) here. Some of you may know me as the winner of the first Willow challenge. I thought I’d give writing Willow a go again. Yay. 

I’m really sorry if you’re confused. For the record, I think I confused myself. I didn’t really know where to go from where Lucy left off (thanks Lucy) so I just went here. I don’t even know if that makes sense, but this book has generally not made sense in the past anyway. It was a nice challenge, though. 

If you enjoyed or did not enjoy this, then you should most definitely check my own Harry Potter fan fiction, Jinx Not-So-Malfoy. Jinx is Draco’s weird-ass twin sister that eventually sets a fire-breathing llama on Hogwarts. If that doesn’t make you want to read about Jinx, I don’t know what will. 

That’s about it. 

Peace, love and potatoes. 

Bye!  

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**Another note from Ninja**

Thanks Angel for your fab chapter - considering I left you in a very uncomfortable spot. Anyways, a few housekeeping things.

First, the next chapter will be written by 123Cordi - so hassel her if it's not uploaded quick enough :P

Secondly, we've got a queue of 13 writers at the mo, so hey, you can expect another 13 chapters in the near future ... Actually, I might add the list to the bottom of this chapter.

Thirdly, If you see me online for the next two weeks, I'm probably not meant to be here, and I'm procrastinating from my 3 assignments - so you're welcome to yell at me and tell me to go back to work.

And lastly, if you want to join us crazy folk in writing chapters, message me, and I'll link you to our forum!