"No, no, no," Everett muttered frantically as his eyes scanned the book. "This is wrong! All wrong!"
Mad-eye was fighting off eight Deatheaters at the moment, but he was about to fall. At least he got that "Death worth the name," that he'd been aiming for. It was incredible he'd lasted this long on his own, really, but in this new, darker world, his paranoia was just plain common sense.
Voldemort had made plans to personally raid Grimmauld Place. Everett didn't even want to think about what the outcome of that fight would be.
Half the Weasley's were dead, as were about three-quarters of the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. The Ravenclaws weren't far behind. Lee Jordan was dead, Luna was on the run, Harry was about to die without the chance to save himself through a sacrifice, and they didn't have the slightest idea where to look for the locket.
"We ruined it," he moaned. "We ruined it!"
"I told you so," his sister said from behind him. "Now what are you going to do about it?"
"Apologize?" he suggested meekly.
She rolled her eyes. "Fix it, you idiot!"
"How?" he demanded.
"Oh, you're hopeless." She stormed out.
Everett and Raca lurked in a dark hallway of Grimmauld Place.
Anna, otherwise known as Everett's sister, knocked them both out with a Society stunner.
"Sorry," she said, stepping over them. She smiled brightly at the house-elf that came around the corner. "Hello, Kreacher. Would you mind if I gave you a suggestion about how to complete Master Regulus's last order?"
He gaped at her.
"Oh, don't mind them," she said dismissively. "They just got a little overexcited. Speaking of which, we really need to discuss why it would be a bad idea for you to go talk to the Malfoys anytime soon."
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Undesirable #1
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...
