Hello, My Dear

Chapter One

Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a ind neither flame nor curse could cause, and he stood up, swaying, more frightened than he had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than he had been in his life. . .

And Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three redheaded men were grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand as they staggered over stone and wood.

"No - no - no!" someone was shouting. "No! Fred! No!"

And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.

A blond woman read aloud off the screen of her computer.

"Yes," she murmered. "That sounds about right."

"It sounds wrong Rowly." a voice said, a man stepping out of the shadows. "Hello my dear."

"Y-you!" she gasped, spinning around.

"Wrong again, luv." A new voice, almost exactly the same as the first man's, said. Angry blue eyes met her own.

"How dare you do that to Fred!" the first man growled, pulling something out of his pocket.

"Relax mate," the second man warned, copying his companion's actions.

"Now, now." she said nervously. "Fred, George. Let's not be too rash."

"Rash?" Fred cried. "You bloody murdered me!"

"You're not supposed to be real!" she shot back.

George picked up a piece of paper off a nearby desk.

"Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows," he drawled. "By J.K. Rowling." He glanced at her. "We're very disappointed in you and your book." He waved the paper at the blond.

"What are you saying?" Rowling asked, shifting like a trapped rabbit.

"We want you to change it," Fred answered, walking over to the lap top. "Knock me out or something." He erased the section. "Do not kill me or we will find you."

"And our next meeting will not be a plesant one." George finished, jabbing his wand at her threateningly. "And don't pair me or Fred with Angelina."

With one last glare, they Apparated out of the room with two great POPs!

J.K. Rowling gulped and sat back down, changing the fate of a trio of pranksters forever.