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Chapter 3: The Hope out weigh the Dangers and Consequences
Desdemona sat on the roof of the Burrow looking out over the grounds. It was close to midnight and she sat watching as a village off in the horizon lit up the sky.
"Another raid?" Desmond asked coming up and sitting by her. "Yes," she replied. The answer was cold and hollow; emotionless. There were no tears or mourning as the village burnt and the cries carried over to them. This had happened so much that people were now used to it.
The twins sat and watched. She with her hair in a loose braid and square spectacles on her nose dressed in a tartan gown. He with his hair slicked back from the shower in a pair of tartan bottoms and half moon glasses on his nose.
"What would mother and father say if they saw us now," Desdemona sighed. "Here we are watching a village burn and it's like we don't even care."
"We do care Desi," Desmond replied, "It's just we can't be heroes. We have to pick our battles and be smart. It's not like when we were kids you know."
"I know. But what if we could change it so life ended differently," she said turning to look him in the eye.
"What do you mean?" he asked giving her a calculating look. "
"I mean…what if we went back in time," she said.
"You know we can't do that! Daniel has the time travel department on a constant surveillance," Desmond exclaimed.
"I am well aware of this fact Des," Desdemona growled, "It was my fiancée they killed!"
"All right, all right. So what's your plan," He said pulling her into a hug.
"I think….okay so it may be stupid but I think we should go back to when this all started. Back to when Tom Marvolo Riddle was born. We could use Hermione's time turner and a spell to force us back far enough and Daniel would never know it," she replied watching the glow of the burning village.
"And do what when we get there adopt him? Desi you were once engaged to a guy that worked with the times of sand. You know as well as I what that could do to the events if we even made it to the right place and mess with so much history," he said sounding remarkably like his father.
"I know," she said breaking away from him and standing. An ethereal wind blew around the house. The breeze blew in her hair making the ebony locks appear to be a bit blue. Her thin frame looked so delicate and in that moment Desmond realized what an unbearable toll being in the middle of the family took on her.
As the middle child Desdemona always took it upon herself to mediate the fights Daniel and Desmond got in. She'd be the referee many times and even would calm down their parents and keep the boys out of trouble. When the family broke apart it was she that had the hardest time with it as she had chosen a side for the first time in her life.
Desmond knew all of this and he knew she spent many nights awake thinking of what could have been and should have been…so he decided to hear her out.
"All right Desi. Tell me our plan," he said standing up next to her.
"I want to go back far enough to when he was born. Father often told us of when he met the boy and how dark and odd he seemed even then. I think it was because he was always on his own and by the time he came to Hogwarts that's all he knew. But if he possibly had someone to turn to then…."
"Then he may make different choices then he did," Desmond finished her thought. She nodded and turned to him with her eyes shining with the warmth they once always had.
"You know that's a shot in the dark Desi. The danger and consequences we could get are astronomical," he sighed.
"Sometimes the hope that things can be better out weigh the dangers and consequences," she replied. He sighed again and smiled as the twinkle came back to his eyes.
"I did always love a good bit of danger," he laughed kissing her hand. She grinned impishly as they headed inside to plan a ride back in time that would possibly change everything.
Okay so it sounds far fetched...but this is fiction. It's not supposed to seem real you know. I wanted it to be kind of twilight zonish.