I'm not sure of whether I should continue writing this fanfic, or just start a new one. I'd love to hear your opinions in the review section!

The 23th of December arrived with a great opportunity, which would nevertheless involve a great risk. Louise, having worked with formulas for years, realized that she was being confronted with one of those surprisingly common situations where (greatness of opportunity)=k*(risk). Thus, if k1, she should take both the opportunity and the risk. However, the situation might prove to be a k=1 situation, or even a k1, in which case it would not be worth it.

She did take the opportunity, only being able to guess on the greatness of the constant she was dealing with. A personality transplant had not yet been done, but Louise felt as though a successful one was applied to her mind.

At 5 pm, she had come to regret that decision. She had, for the first and hopefully the last time in her whole life, accepted an invitation to a social event. It was not just any social event either. It was dinner at the Potter's house, two days before Christmas Day, barely a week before she, had she kept her original plan, was to get rid of the Boy who Lived and take over the Auror Office. Moreover, she had never even wanted power. She had wanted to know, to control, to excel, yes –

but power, she had never even wanted it. And now, upon finding out, although merely by chance, that the Wizarding world was doomed, she did not know what to do.

Not knowing was the worst.