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"Potter?"

The Dark Lords voice boomed, all powerful, echoing around the entire room. Surrounding him were the usual familiar faces. His most loyal, and trusted Death Eater, and most attractive if Tom said so himself, Bellatrix Lestrange sat directly in front of him, her head bowed low, her eyes one minute full of adoration and admiration for the God above her, the next full of bitter resentment towards the interruption by his servant. Next to him, his trusted advisor, Lucius Malfoy. Attempting to keep Crabbe and Goyle under control, and failing, he sat between the two slug-for-brains as they silently kicked each other under the table. Yaxley sat not too far away, bored but trying very hard not to show it, and lastly, Fenrir Greyback, stinking up the room with the smell of blood, leering at the though of another bloody battle. A meeting, full of the only DeathEeaters he felt he could truly trust. And Wormtail of course, but that pathetic underling certainly did not count as a Death Eater by any standards. Aftr all, he had just released this information about the Potters to save his own skin. Cowardice, even to him, was worthless, and as such he'll get rid of Wormtail at the nearest possible moment.

"Yes My Lord," the snivelling underling replied. "It fits perfectly. 'Born as the seventh month dies', James told me himself the child was to be born in July. 'Born to those who have thrice defied him'. Well you could say that for yourself."

The Dark Lord closed his eyes and nodded. "Plus," Wormtail continued, "Isn't it ironic that the child would be part halfblood, just li-" He couldn't finish his sentence, because the Dark Lord had his wand out and Wormtail pinned to the wall, physically choking. (Bellatrix whooped with glee at this show of violence, Fenrir cheered Voldemort on to kill him, even Yaxley looked a lot more interested.) His eyes, slit like already, narrowed until they were as indistinguishable as his eyebrows. Glaring at Wormtail, he waited with pleasure till his lips turned blue, then released him.

"It is settled then. The child of Lily and James Potter must die, along with anyone that stands in my way. And I must do it myself." As he and Wormtail left, and the members of the meeting dispersed, Bellatrix took out her wand and used a Banashing charm to make him 'fall' into a wall. With bitter resent, she cursed the little rat for interrupting her before she could give her opinion on the prophecy. Had she actually given her opinion, things may have ended differently.

Different dimensions exist. Fact. Whether or not you believe it is another thing entirely. The characters that exist in this story are actually from the same dimension as you readers, and it was by magic that the events that followed occured.

The three characters were each different. All three were females, one with long blonde hair in ringletts. She was beautiful, ever so much so, quite a flirt, but not in a bad way, and smart. Smart enough to get herself out of situations, to learn things quick. The second had very short black hair and was extremely sexy, no doubt about it. The thing was, she didn't think she was, all she cared about was her friends and she posessed the courage and bravery, and the slight foolishness to protect them no matter what. The third had brunette hair, reasonably long, was neither beautiful nor sexy. She was ok academically, extremely 'unique' and... well... she's writing this story now.

The writer was a harry potter fan, but not an overly extreme one. She had gone through her phase of dressing up like Hermione when she was in year four for fancy dress, watching all the movies back-to-back weekend after weekend and DEMANDING each new book as it was released, often losing sleep devouring each new page. To prepare herself 'for the future when she finally got her letter from Hogwarts' she wrote down a list of all the spells, including how to use them. Being nine at the time, she did not think of the internet and had not yet learned the existance of Wikipedia. As she got older, and didn't receive her letter, she got disappointed, and didn't obsess as much over that world. Although, she still enjoyed the books and films released.

Until she met the courageous one.

Now she is still obsessed, and by obsessed I do mean OBSESSED. It wasn't her fault. When she was five, she had an imaginary friend who resembled a certain character from the series, whom one day just... disappeared. As she grew up she forgot about him until one day, she opened one of the books, and there he was, in a fictional book! The courageous one figured out long before we'd all met that it was all real. And as such her feelings toward the actual character Harry Potter herself went from love in a protective sense, to love in a sentimental sense, to just wanting to screw his brains out. Who can blame her? Hormones and such. And the writer, personally having a 'obsession' herself about Gay pairings fictional or otherwise, saw exactly where the courageous one was going with the whole thing.

The smart one? The whole Harry Potter obsession stage just completely bypassed her. It was purely coincidence and weirdness that caused her to become friends with the courageous one and, much later, with the writer.

Since you know the basics, I can now tell you the story.

The year was 2013. It was a Monday in January, just the start of it. Little things were happening in all three of the girls lives. The smart one was looking forward to her birthday. The courageous one had many things to do at drama school. The writer, unemployed, was waiting for a laptop to come. Real life stuff, everyday normal stuff.

The courageous one then text both the other girls saying that she had finally found a spell that could change the fate of the characters in the Harry Potter book that suffered at the hands of J.K Rowling. It was a spell that all three of them could cast, and she wanted to share the experience with her close friends. Both re-arranged plans to meet up in a park not far from the seperate areas where the three of them lived. They needed to take either each book or each video/dvd they could find. The films/dvds of course were just the entertainment industry's way of ripping off the work of the original books, so they used the hardbacks. (Incidentally, the writer had to lend a copy of her 'Order of the Phoenix, as the courageous one had to destroy hers due to the devestation of a scene she didn't want to read about ever again.)

"Each of the books are in place, mate." The writer spoke, curious to see what was to come.

"It won't work, you realise that right?" The smart one spoke to the courageous one in a disbelieving tone.

"Well, I have to try. I can't let things say the way they are can I?" Tears filled her eyes. "The terrible things that happen to Harry, his aunt and uncle, losing all the family he ever had and is ever likely going to have..." she sniffed. The writter gave her a hug.

"Let's pray it works." She said simply

The three girls circled around all seven of the Harry Potter books. The courageous one read out the inscription once. Nothing happened. She continued saying it over and over, the words echoing in the other two's ears. Soon, the writer was chanting the words with her. After a look, so was the smart one, and with eyes closed, they felt the wind whip their faces and the warmth of each others bodies. For a second, they could actually pretend that the spell was working. But with their eyes closed, they didn't see the blue light enveloping the trio, the books vibrating, the fact that the spell actually WAS working.

The smart one's mind was blank as she chanted in her mind. The courageous one's mind was wishing that the spell will work with all her might. Only the writer thought, out of curiosity, where if they could be a part of the story, where would they start?

The beginning, she thought simply. No... Before that. Before Harry was killed. To see it all happen. To see the facts. To change things that needed to be changed.

That's what was in her mind as they travelled into the vortex of time itself.

And landed smack bang onto a wooden floor. All three of them, lying on the ground as if an explosion had blasted them to the floor.

"Oh Crap... What happened?" The writer spoke first, rubbing her head and opening her eyes turning to the trio.

"I... don't know, where are we?" The courageous one asked, picking up the seven books and placing them in her bag.

"... Oh my God..." The smart one spoke with her eyes wide open, staring in a direction.

"I know, I mean something ACTUALLY happened, amazing right?" The writer laughed, turning to the friend, presuming she was gobsmacked that she was proven wrong. Frowning, the two turned to see what she was staring at.

"Shit."

"We... We're so screwed"

They were in a house, looking into a conference room. They were standing in an open corridor adjacent to the room. And sitting at the table, were eight Death Eaters, and all their eyes were fixed on the trio.

TBC maybe