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On the Edge by angelic upcoming

Format: Novel
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 869
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Horror/Dark, Mystery, AU
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Ginny, OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Other Pairing

First Published: 02/21/2011
Last Chapter: 02/28/2011
Last Updated: 02/28/2011

Summary:
Molly Weasley II and Lucy Weasley accidentally find a strange object through their misadventures in Hogwarts. Eventually, they realize that they have traveled back in time during the Second Wizarding War era and battling demons they never knew they had. They learn about dark magic from the source and that perhaps even with all the time-turners destroyed, there is still a way to alter the past. As they try to pull through a web of lies, deception, and all things dark, they must find a way back home before they destroy everything they know.


Chapter 1: Prologue

Prologue

The Beginning of the End



They thought the destruction of the time-turners would be the end of time travel.”

Overbearing, overprotective Molly Weasley II and solitary, silent Lucy Weasley stumble upon a most peculiar object. Little did they know that just one little touch would have them spiraling into a new world. Taken back in time to the Second Wizarding War era, they experience the darkest of magic to exist first-hand. They hadn't realized they were caught in the midst of wicked magic. If anyone was to look behind their façade and discover what truly happened to them, it could potentially turn into one of the greatest breakthroughs in all of wizard society, changing everything they had grown to know. All they knew was that they had stumbled into the worst part of history that they could ever think of, right when people were at the brink of war. They must make themselves a brand new life and try not to drown in the truth of what happened in this period of time. These sisters were on the edge, and one step could have them dying to catch their breaths.

But something dark, something hidden still lingers in the world that will change everything.”



“Molly, we can't keep doing this,” the blue-eyed brunette told her ginger-locked sister, who would no doubt begin to chastise her like she always did.

“Really? Fine then, Lucy, why don't you figure us a way out, oh-mighty Ravenclaw, whose impeccable wit ought to save us all like always,” she spat.

“Stop that! Don't you get it? This is ripping us apart. I don't want to be here anymore. You're the older sister! Why don't you do something about it. You're the Gryffindor—you're brave enough to be here. I'm not.”

“You always said the only reason I was in Gryffindor was because it was the only house that tolerated nosy, protective people like that scolded people for a living,” Molly replied defiantly to her younger sister.

“This isn't the time, Molly. Stop trying to twist my words around. They were things I said and they were petty. I'm logical, you're responsible. I'm not good with this. I'm telling you, though, if this is happening like it is, we're in grave danger. I don't want to do this anymore. We have to find a way out, and if that means succumbing to dark magic, then so be it. We're not using it to harm anyone.”

Molly mulled over her sister's words for a brief moment, although as the words sank in, her skin turned a sickly pale shade of gray to match the eyes of a certain person whom she couldn't be thinking about at that moment. “We can change things, Lucy.” Her voice was quiet at first, as if the realization had only just hit her. “We can save people. We could do all of this and then leave right after.”

“You don't get it!” Lucy's voice startled Molly and even herself. Quiet, introverted, bookworm wallflower Lucy Weasley didn't shout. No matter the circumstances, her voice was hardly audible; barely heard, barely listened to. She vary rarely snapped at people, but she never shouted. Molly was silent, astonished by her sister's reaction. Feeling a strange, yet exhilarating burst of confidence course through her veins, she pressed on.

“One action could change everything. If we even do so much as touch the wrong thing, we could be sent back somewhere else. Who knows what could happen? Molly, we're already destroying things by being here. People will remember our names, and even if we're supposed to be Molly and Lucy Graves, people won't forget our names. Not to mention that stumbling into people years in the future that look exactly like us messed things up. You can't honestly expect us to be able to cast the greatest memory loss charm in history, can you? Everything changes the minute we leave here. We have to leave before we damage history even further.”

Molly nodded wordlessly, searching desperately for her voice. Her younger sister was right, but there were still so many problems. Why hadn't they used some sort of charm or something to change their looks? Those charms existed, but they'd been foolish enough to go on as if no one would notice or recognize them. Only then did she realize her mistake, and only then did her head begin to spin in attempt to wrap her head around what was happening.

“How do we leave?” 



I'd like to start off by saying thank you to all of you readers who may or may not be reading this! This is my first fan-fiction on HPFF, so I'm really looking forward to any experiences on here. I've got somewhat of the gist of it, but I figured I'd start it off by this story. I have a lot of them planned, so if you liked this, lemme know and I might post up some of the other ones. If you have any questions about what's going on, be sure to lete me know. It sounds confusing at first, but that's because it's a prologue. After the next chapter, you ought to be more aware of what's going on.


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