Wishing for Oblivion

Who Are You - Chapter 1

Authors Note:

Hello again!!

You guys might remember this story that I pulled. I just wasn't happy with a lot of it so I've decided to rewrite it. I hope you guys enjoy it more now! Also, this is the first time I'm ever posting my Fanfiction to the public so I hope you guys like it! It's still pretty new so if you have any questions and comments please review so I can add to it!

Also, I hate it when sometimes OC fics follow too closely with the show because then it's just kinda redundant. So I'm going to be assuming that you guys have watched the show and can connect things together.

Additionally, I own nothing the 100 related except for my character Evelyn Stark! The rest is all CW and Kass Morgan!

Enjoy! x

"A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley...He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!"

It took me a minute to realize that I had stopped actually looking at the words on the page, and continued to follow the story from memory. I sighed, closing the book, not in the mood to read one of my favorite stories.

Suddenly I heard the hiss of my cell door open and smiled. Mark wasn't suppose to come today, this was a welcomed surprise.

"Hey Mark! What've you got for me today? I hope it's not another Chinese cookbook..."

My voice trailed off as I took in the look on his face. My usually lighthearted friend looked grim. My gaze flickered to the usually empty hallway behind him. Today there was a flurry of movement. Guards were pulling people out of their cells and pushing them in the same direction. I recognized my old supervisor, Abby, run past my cell.

"What's-what's going on?"

"I need you to put this on and get ready to go." his voice was serious as he handed me a jacket and a backpack, so I did as he told me.

I had just finished pulling the jacket on over my ratty tank top when his words sank in,

"Go? What-"

"They're sending the prisoners to the ground."

My heart seemed to stop beating at his interruption. Everyone knew that the ground was suppose to be survivable 100 years after the nuclear war, but we still had 3 years to go. Theoretically it could be survivable but no one had been down there to test it. We were potentially being sent to our deaths. I guess this was the better alternative to being carelessly floated as I was suppose to have been 2 years ago. But since my... condition made me valuable, the Council had decided to have me translate texts. I was the only person still living on the Ark that knew a variety of languages that no one else knew because of the fire that had wiped out almost half our library.

"We have to hurry. Everyone will be busy with the preparations, so this is the only time I can sneak you on board the dropship."

I hesitated, "Sneak me?" The rules on the Ark were strict. Something like this could get Mark sentenced to death.