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Desmond Tiny. Des Tiny. Destiny. My father. Steve's father. Evanna's father. Hiberneous's father. Desmond Tiny. The man who had ruined my life. My parent's lives. My sister's life. Steve's life.
"Well Darren," Mr Tiny started. "It's been a long time."
"And boy have I missed you," I said sarcastically. "What do you want with me anyway?"
"I thought we might need to have a father to son chat," Mr Tiny said. "I've decided, we're going to fix your destiny. This can't be at all what you wanted, Darren."
"How the hell you do know what I want?" I asked. "You may have created me, but you have no idea what I want."
"That is...true," Mr Tiny said. "To an extent."
"So what are we going to do about this?" I asked. I was just wishing that none of this had ever happened.
"We're going back," Mr Tiny said simply. "We're going back to the night both you and Steve died. And this time, only one of you will die." Steve walked into the room.
"Steve!" I yelled happily. I hugged my brother, my best friend.
"Darren," Steve said. "I'm so sorry for everything."
"It wasn't your fault," I said. Lowering my voice, I said, "I have a plan."
Me and Steve planned it out, making sure Mr Tiny didn't hear a word. And then...it was time to go back.
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Author's Note: I'm sorry this chapter is so short, the next one will be longer, I promise. Review?
