BLAM! A streak of blue lit up a deserted clearing beside a church like a bright flash of lightning and Darcie, Whitney, Megan and I found ourselves in another tight fix.

"I'll never get used to those landings." I groaned as I pulled myself to my feet slowly, noticing the sting of ice under me. Everyone moaned in pain and slowly rose to stand, Darcie arching her back.

"Okay, so Titanic, Harry Potter 1and 2 and now." She looked around before her to survey the scene. "We're in the dark and it's snowing. Where the hell are we?" It was night all around us with snow and our short sleeved t-shirts did little to shield us from the icy sting of the weather beating against our skin. We shivered but pressed on. There were no footprints in the snow around us on the ground. In the distance we could see muggle houses with some Christmas decorations hanging around merrily, but it did nothing to change the feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was deathly wrong about the entire situation. I felt a little panic begin to rise inside of me. We were beside an old church and I thought my heart stopped as I started walking up behind Megan who stood beside some epitaphs sticking out of the ground. I held my breath and walked up to the one she stood before.

"Delaney," Megan asked wearily. "Why are we in a cemetary?"

"I don't know. There has to be something here to give us a clue." I bent down and used my hand to brush off some of the snow that covered the names on the tombstone that was engraved in white marble like a mausoleum.

JAMES POTTER LILY POTTER

BORN 27 MARCH 1960 BORN 30 JANUARY 1960

DIED 31 OCTOBER 1981 DIED 31 OCTOBER 1981

Just below that, a single phrase caught my attention and was immediately etched into my memory forever.

"The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death."

"Harry Potter. That's where we are. Thank god, for a moment, I thought we were in Night of the Living Dead." I laughed and shivered as I felt my fingers begin to go numb from the cold. No one else caught the humor. The tight feeling of panic was still inside of me.

To get readers up to speed, we're the Dumbass Crew (D.A.C. for censorship). The DAC is our version for females of the popular MTV show, Jackass. It's made up of me and my best friend, Megan. Then there's Darcie (my little sister) and her friend, Whitney. We do everything together, from playing pranks, dropping objects from high altitude parking garages onto passing cars, to jumping into pools with benches (and everything in between). Point is, we have been through everything. Well, almost. But that almost was erased when I hosted a slumber party for my 15th birthday party. We watched Titanic and when everyone else was sleeping, I made a wish that we could go back to Titanic and change the ending. That wish ended up being one of the worst mistakes I'd ever made and we've been paying for it ever since going from movie to movie, changing some things around. So far, we've been to Titanic, Labyrinth and just got transferred from the first Harry Potter movie, where once again, we almost got killed.

So basically it all comes down to this: in a nutshell, we've been going from movie to movie and actually have been changing things. Sometimes they work out for the best and sometimes we really screw up and end up dying. Our first movie we screwed up was a perfect case of that. But here we were now... where ever here was.

I dusted the snow off my pants and my breath caught in my throat as Megan called for everyone's attention.

"Look!" Megan looked ahead, pointing into the dark. I felt my heart speed up as I walked forward, feeling the snow crunch beneath my shoes. There was a gate that I was pretty sure hadn't been there a few moments ago and there were ruins ahead of us. The foundation of a cottage was before us, bricks lay strewn everywhere around it, covered in snow but still able to be viewed. Everyone kept their distance, huddled together behind me as my curiosity got the best of me and I forced myself to continue forward till I was practically leaning on the gate, but didn't actually touch it. The grass around it had grown wild, making it obvious no one had been here in a good number of years. The last bit of the home was covered in dark ivy and snow. Most of the home was still standing, though the right part of the top floor had been blown apart like a bomb had gone off on the inside. That must've been where the bricks came from.

"What is this place?" I asked out loud as I crossed my arms over my chest, resting my hands under my armpits to keep warm. I began shivering. Whitney's voice broke the silence.

"Darcie, what's that?" I looked behind me to see what she was talking about and there was a sign on a part of the gate. I walked to it, after Darcie had beaten me to it, blew warm air onto her hands. I checked through my pockets and handed her the only possession I had on me: A lighter. She sparked a flame and read the sign aloud in the warm glow.

"On this spot, on this night of 31 October 1981, Lily and James Potter lost their lives. Their son, Harry, remains the only wizard ever to have survived the Killing Curse. This house, invisible to Muggles, has been left in its ruined state as a monument to the Potters and as a reminder of the violence that tore apart their family."

Darcie took a step back next to me and we all stared in awe at the countless scribbled handwritten notes that surrounded the sign wishing The Boy Who Lived all the luck in the world.

"Good luck, Harry!"

"We're all behind you!"

"Long live Harry Potter!"

I thought about the situation. I had read all of this before.

"Godric's Hollow." Megan answered simply.

"What's Godric's Hollow?" Whitney asked, for once completely serious. Darcie and her had begun to hug each other for warmth. I could see their breath turn to fog everytime they exhaled. It happened to all of us. The freezing weather made my feet and hands numb.

"It's the place Harry was born. This -" She suddenly went quiet and looked all around us.

"This is what?" Darcie asked.

"This is where You-Know-Who killed the Potters sixteen years ago." She stated. I absent mindedly shook my head in agreement. Something had come to my attention. We had never referred to him as You-Know-Who before. We just called him by his name, Voldemort. Then something else grabbed my attention. I hoped to god this wasn't the case but I had to ponder it aloud rather than make another mistake. Darcie opened her mouth.

"Why are you calling him, You-Know-Who? Why can't we just call him Volde-" I ran quickly to her and thrust my hand over her mouth panic in my mind.

"Don't!" I hollered. "Don't say his name! Darcie, I'm not kidding this time!" She grabbed my hand and threw it off her.

"What the hell? Why not! He can't do anything you saw him the last time!" She said in her defense, her anger rising.

"Darcie! Please! We're in the last book! This hasn't even been made into a movie yet so you'll just have to trust me!" I lowered my voice once it registered in my mind how loud I actually was. I looked around after a short period of silence. "If you never listen to me or do as I say, just listen to me now. This is the worst of all the books, there's real danger here. A lot has changed. This place is not easy anymore. Because of what we know we could get killed just because of who we are. Our only hope is to meet up with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. We can't trust anyone else."

"Why not?" Whitney asked. "What about the teachers at Hogwarts? Or Dumbeldore?"

"Whitney I told you a thousand times you needed to read the books. Dumbeldore's dead. The teachers are now mostly death eaters. We have no proof to the death eaters that we're for what they stand for, we have no proof for the ministry that we're pure-blood, and we have knowledge of what's going on so we can't pretend to be muggles." Megan said, adding to my case.

"Why can't we use Volde-"

"SHH!"

"Er- You-Know-Who's name?" Darcie asked cautiously.

"Because it's been tabooed. You say it, they trace it, they'll find us..." I swallowed hard and finished my sentence slowly so Darcie would understand the seriousness in my voice. "They'll kill us." I explained. "That or they'll take us to Him. Then he'll find out we know about the Deathly Hallows, what they are actually and where they are, torture us, THEN kill us." Darcie and Whitney's eyes washed over with a wave of understanding.

"Okay, gotchya." Darcie said, she sparked the lighter back on and began holding her hand over the flame for its warmth.

"Oh, one more thing." I added trying to lighten the situation. "Never trust a goblin." I told her. She chuckled a little, then suddenly turned the flame off and a loud crunch was heard like the crack of a twig after someone stepped on it and broke it in half. Everyone got silent and didn't move. A person was wondering through the gravestones, wearing a shrouded cloak. We checked our pockets hoping we had something to defend ourselves with. There was nothing. We ducked behind some epitaphs and prayed not to be seen. The figure moved closer to us slowly, quickly we spoke in hushed voices to each other.

"We need to get wands!" Darcie said urgently.

"We can't! Ollivander's been kidnapped!" Megan chimed in.

"Then we'll find another." Whitney said. Megan caught her idea and informed her of more bad news.

"There aren't any others. They've all been taken by You-know-who." She replied shivering as the snow began to fall harder and we peeked over the gravestone and saw the cloaked figure solemnly standing before James and Lillie's graves. Maybe it was the flash of moonlight that caught the person's face, or the snow that reflected it. But I swear I had seen red eyes.

"We need to get out of here." I said. "We need to get to Diagon Alley."

"But how we have no brooms. There's no way out of here." Megan replied, not moving her eyes from the figure who pulled out a concealed wand and murmured lumos and the graves were lit and more of the ominous holy ground we stood on was lit up. We ducked back into the shadows the best we could. Then I noticed the rubble of the Potter's house and thinking on my toes I looked to what remained of the second floor. A chimney flue.

"There's a way." I murmured. Everyone took their attention off the hooded figure and looked at me quickly before returning their attention. "Okay, on the count of three, we're going to run in the house." I answered simply.

"But there's a gate!" Darcie said, "How are we going to get through a gate?"

"Looks old enough. I'm going to try to kick it real fast and everyone run in and find the fireplace." The hooded figure was getting closer to us, not paying attention to the gravestones anymore, but now the half-snow covered tracks we left when we were searching through the graves. They would eventually lead to us. I looked at everyone feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins that overwhelmed the coldness I felt from the snow. I began to get up from my kneeling position. "Guys, it's ride or die at this point. Besides, it's the only plan we got. Anyone else got any ideas?" I took a deep breath as everyone shook their heads no, but stood up crouching. "1,2,3!" I said and we were off like a gunshot. Running towards the gate, catching the attention of the cloaked figure. I heard a hiss and some red lights were fired at us. I glanced behind to see no one had been hit, and stopped infront of the gate. I raised my foot and kicked with all I could. Nothing. The hooded person flew towards us at incredible speeds and aimed his wand at Darcie who was trying her hardest to scale the fence.

"Darcie!" Whitney screamed as we heard the figure mumble the Cruciatus at her. Darcie screamed out of a voice that was unearthly. It paralyzed her in the snow and made her look like she was having a seizure all the while screaming, her whole body enveloped in pain, she writhed in the snow as it continued to fall. The 2 seconds it took place seemed to last hours, before Whitney risked her life and ran up behind the masked person and tackled them from behind, stopping the attack on Darcie. Megan joined the fight to get the wand away from the one who was wielding it so savagely. It was obvious this person was a Death Eater. But, which one? Megan finally took to biting his hand even though he kneed her in the stomach a few times and it got the wand flung away in the distance. They all eyed it.

I kept kicking with all my might, not knowing how bad I was hurting myself. It was do or die. And suddenly as my leg began to get tired, I ran a few feet back, then ran forward again using all my body-weight against the iron bars. Suddenly it swung open. letting me fall through onto the ground.

"Come on!" I yelled at everyone. Everyone lifted their heads up and gave up on the wand and decided it was far enough away that he couldn't possibly reach it in time. We ran into the damp, cold, dusky house. Filled with so many memories that even Harry, himself had never seen. Then I noticed something moving. It was a picture. It was James, Lilly, and a baby Harry in the fall laughing, caught in the moment. I pocketed it and ran to find the fire flue. It was at the back wall with a little can next to it. Flue powder.

"Alright everyone get in and when I say so say 'Diagon Alley'!" I grabbed a fist full, just as we heard a cry from outside "They're inside the house, Dolohov! Inside!" We heard running footsteps. "Now!" Everyone cried in unison holding onto each other, 'Diagon Alley!' And I threw the powder down and a green flash took over all of us, as we were transported disappearing as we saw red flashes from the Death Eater's that had entered the house.

We all tumbled out of a dark fireplace. We looked around in the darkness, lit by the store window that stood at the front. We carefully walked quietly towards it, trying not to make a peep or a creak on the wooden floorboards beneath us. Once there, we assumed our crouched position. "Where are we?" Darcie asked.

"I don't know." Megan answered softly. We looked around what we could see. It was a book shop. The name escaped me, but it looked so familiar. like I'd been there before.

"This can't be what's left." Megan said continuing as she stood from the floor that was littered with books thrown from their shelves and some torn beyond repair, their pages scattered on the floor. What we could see was covered in dust. Darcie took a page and lit it on fire with the lighter from her pocket. Burgen and Blott's was no more. The window was cracked in places looking like a riot had taken place.

"I'm afraid it is." I answered, looking at the snow falling heavily outside. The place was deserted. The street lamps were out. The whole place felt cold, no longer festive colored or littered with people. It was scary, and the once almost familiar streets were replaced with dark shadows. Ghosts.

Just across the way I stuggled for the composure of what to do. How to survive this. I was clueless. And wand-less. I looked out the window and rubbed a circle to see clearly. Ollivander's was a few stores over. I had to brave this one. There was no way around this. We had to go to Ollivander's, or we would have no chance at surviving. And this was just the beginning.

"We're going to have to break in." I mentioned, not taking my eyes off the street. It was still cold in the room but considerably less cold than it had been outside.

"Break in, where?" Megan asked, making a small pile of books apparently searching for something.

"Ollivander's. We have to get wands." I said, then noticing the scrambling Megan was doing. "What are you looking for?"

"A spell book. Kinda like a dictionary of spells." The idea sounded good, so I let her continue. There were people with their wands lit going through the streets. We ducked the lights in a panic.

"Who are they?" Whitney asked putting the fire of the page out Darcie had lit quickly.

"They could be anyone. The Ministry's put out search squads for any one that's pretty much not pure-blood, and they get taken away. No one knows to where, they just disappear. Then they could be followers of You-Know-Who's and they get money for handing over muggles, especially the ones with connections to Harry."

"You can't tell who's doing what these days." Megan said picking up a book and putting it in a tote bag she found on the floor near the register. Cautiously she opened it and found a few gold coins that were left behind. "This place was robbed." She stated, shaking her head at the shame of it. To show such disrespect to human thought made her twist her nose in disgust. "And ransacked, from the look of it."

I continued staring thoughtfully out the window, gathering a mental to-do list. We needed wands. We needed to find Harry, Hermione and Ron, but with them in hiding and the entire magical world looking for them, it was going to be even more difficult. But most of all, we needed not to get caught. Whitney and Darcie might have a shot, but as for Megan and I, we knew what the Hallows were and where they would be. Or should be if the story wasn't changed on us. We also needed to help destroy the remaining horcruxes. Nagini was the most difficult. Voldemort's pet snake was always at his side for that very purpose of protecting her from any and all harm. Suddenly an idea struck me and I would've given anything just to have Harry's invisibility cloak at that precise moment.

"We need to get passed them to Ollivander's and find some wands that will work for us." I said. Everyone stopped what they were doing. "We can't just sit here and freeze to death." I began talking again once nobody agreed or disagreed with my plan.

"Delaney," Darcie started sounding down hearted. "Maybe we should just stay out of it this time." She threw a book she had been fiddling with to the side and looked at me with scared eyes. Whitney got to her feet and agreed once the crowd of people with their lit wands had passed and continued down the street.

"We all know this plays out for the good of civilization." Whitney explained. I stood their, refusing to believe my ears. We had only gotten here and the will to fight, had got up and went along on its merry way. "Harry defeats Him, remember? At least that I know. And he gets married and lives happily-ever-after." She walked closer to me. "Maybe we should just hide out and act like we don't know what's going on and -and just go with the flow."

"You guys can't give up on me now. Yes, there's real danger here. But we don't have a choice but TO get involved." I rebutted, they looked at me confused still. I continued, "Did you even know Mad Eye is dead? Or that Luna and other children are missing? Ollivander and ALL the wand makers have disappeared or been killed? Did you know Harry DIES?" I looked at both of their faces and as I searched, Megan's began to have a look of enlightened understanding. "I'm begging you guys. I'll think things through this time. We just got here. We can't give up now." The snow outside had lightened its falling, we would be easier to see now, but we had to chance it. I put my hand out palm down and looked at all of them. "We could be heroes to this world. We could save lives. We have to fight till the end." Megan put her hand on top of mine, then Whitney, then Darcie sighed. At last she reluctantly put her palm on all of ours and said what was on her mind.

"All right, fine. Till the end." We all broke our hands apart and headed towards the door. "But I swear to whatever God is out there, if you get me killed, I'm going to be so pissed at you."