I stormed up the Marauders, shaking with rage with Wilbur hot on my heels. "How dare you! How fucking dare you! He's a child! You'll pick on someone your own size!" I screamed in anger. "And who might that be?" said Peter. I opened my mouth to retort but Wilbur interrupted me. Wait a minute. This isn't 1990. Ten kids. Stuck in 1977. Going to school. With dead relatives? And... Death Eaters? A/N THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE "THE INCIDENT" PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZZZZZZZZZZZZ DON'T COME FOR ME I LOVE SHUBBLE MY LOYALTY LIES WITH HER IF ENOUGH PPL WANT ME TO EDIT WILBUR OUT OF THE BOOK ENTIRELY I WILL!!!!!