Sirius bounded over to where Tonks was glaring out the window. Explosions still rocked the house. The Deatheaters had finally figured out they didn't need to see the house to destroy it. The protection charms were holding, though.
For now.
"Those goblin blooded slugs," Tonks hissed.
"Now, now, Tonks," Sirius said mildly. "Let's not insult the goblins. Or the slugs, for that matter. How long will the charms hold out?"
She shrugged helplessly. "Midnight? Maybe?"
"By which point you'll already be dealing with a raging werewolf," Remus said bitterly.
Sirius's eyes narrowed. "Remus," he said slowly, "silver can kill you during the full moon, right? Just silver?"
"And killing curses. Why?"
Sirius smiled. It was a smile that showed a lot of teeth. "I've had an idea."
Ron sat at the rickety table, staring at the clock.
One of the hands at the bottom jumped.
So did Ron. He leaped to his feet. "Hermione!"
She ran inside the tent. "What?"
"One of the hands. It's moving!"
"Which one?"
"Charlie's, look!"
Nothing happened.
"Ron," she began gently.
"I'm telling you, it moved!"
Hermione picked it up. Just as she did, it jumped again.
She shrieked and dropped it.
"Something's happened. He's alive, he must be!"
Hermione hesitated, biting her lip. "Ron - "
"You saw it!"
"I know, I did, it's just - well - " Hermione was miserable. "He was dead."
"Yeah, but - "
"So don't you think it's more likely that - that - that someone found the body a-and turned him into an Inferri or something?"
He opened his mouth to yell at her, but he slumped defeated back into his chair instead. "Yeah," he said hoarsely. He put his head in his hands. "I just wanted some hope."
Unnoticed on the floor, the hand continued to jump, throbbing like a beating heart.
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Fanfiction"Awful things happen to wizards who meddle with time, Harry." Fifteen years after they first discovered that books were factual records of events in other worlds, the International Society of Fans figured out how change the endings. After months of...
