Hello, I'm back...kind of. This chapter is super short compared to the others, I'm sorry. I'm still not inspired much, but I'm really trying here, swear. But anyways, the next chapter I'm going to try to make a little longer if I can get myself to focus better.

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"Whoa."

"It looks like a bomb went off in here." Ron says from beside me when we pop back into Spencer's room.

He is indeed right. Looking around her bedroom it is destroyed. Everything is cut in pieces, stained in black from being hit by spells. Some of the furniture is even still smoking from the hit of curses.

I must say that I feel extremely bad for doing this to her. Putting her in the middle of a battle that she didn't deserve. I wish that evil would be as rational on the thinking process as we are. Pulling her out of her time to make her part of our world in the past must have been scary.

Spending most of the day in this town and time I saw how normal of a life she has here. It's not fair that she may go through what we know will happen if we fail.

"We need to fix this up for her." I tell him, "So when she comes home she won't have to worry about the rubbish that went down here."

He nods, "Sounds right to me."

I inhale deeply, flicking my wand towards her bed. "Reparo."

It goes back to normal. Not split in half anymore. Then I look to the side and watch as Ron fixes her chest and nightstand. I put her desk back together, her computer floating off the floor and landing on the top good as new.

It takes only about a minute of our time to fix her room to look how it did less than a half hour ago. It's as if no one came and invaded her space at all.

I turn around in a circle, checking every inch of her bedroom to see if there's anything we missed. "She seems so normal."

"Because she is, mate."

I shake my head, "You'd think. But we saw her back in 1998, there was so much evil in her eyes that it's hard to imagine this sweet girl."

"Well let's change the timeline and this sweet girl won't be able to go through whatever she does to get to that point. She'll stay the way she is right now."

I take a breath and nod, "I would like to know how Voldemort managed to figure out that she was the Hastings he needed."

"You're really asking that question, Harry?" he raises his eyebrows, "It's Voldemort."

"I mean, yea, but she doesn't even know she has powers."

"He has magic and people on his side that we don't. It could have been any number of things."

I slowly nod, "Did you see her face when we told her we were magical?"

He nods, "I did."

"If we can help her tap into it in this time maybe it can help us keep her safe."

"That could work."

I take a breath, "We should check inside and outside the house. See if any Death Eaters are hanging around to see if she'll come back."

He nods, "Right. I'll check outside."

"Meet in the side yard in ten minutes time."

He checks his watch, setting his alarm as I walk off.

As I walk around the house I see more and more how innocent Spencer is. She has a seemingly nice life. The photos around the house indicate that she has a loving family, nothing I've ever had and I wish more than anything to help her.

I get to the bottom of the steps, checking the lower floor. Nothing seems to be out of place, nothing to indicate that there's anyone still lurking about. But there is a weird feeling I get that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, like someone is watching me.

In the moment I turn around, looking at one of the back door windows and see someone in dark clothing run off. Confusion hit for a split second until I was storming out back, seeing someone in all black sprinting out of sight.

"Death eater." I shake my head, wiping my face. "That should have been the last of them." But I couldn't shake off the thought of how strange it was, why would a death eater run away?

"Harry." Ron's voice comes, having me turn to him.

"Did you see that death eater?" I ask as he walked over from where this person ran away.

He gives me a confused look, shaking his head. "I didn't see a death eater."

"They just rand right your way."

He just shrugs, "Must have disapparated before I noticed."

I slowly nod, "Yea, must have."

He takes a breath, "Well, the surroundings are clear."

"So is inside."

His stomach growls, holding it with one of his hands. "Can we go now?"

I slightly laugh, "Yes, we can leave."

His eyes light up, "Fantastic." he straightens up, "Next stop...London."