Harry Potter and the True Muggles

By Trephinia Cealyn

Chapter 1 | Taking Shape

'Aphrael, Aphrael...' a mystical voice woke the sleeping muggle, 'Aphrael, take your true form!'

Aphrael screamed and lurched forward. There was a crash and her parents rushed into the room. The teenage muggle had fallen back into her expensive fluffy pillows and was writhing around. The muggle screamed again and seemed to be shrinking. Her muggle mother rushed forward and pulled the muggle daughter to her feet. The muggle girl who was once taller than her mother was now at least a foot shorter. Suddenly the screams became higher pitched as neon green fur pushed it's way out of her skin.

"Arnold what's happening to her?" the muggle mother screamed. The hair was growing longer and the daughter's flesh and bones were receding as she kept shrinking. "What's happening?" The muggle mother pulled out clumps of hair, which only made the daughter scream more.

"Stop that Yvette." Arnold demanded, "You'll only make it worse." He pulled Yvette from the room, "She's just going through one of those stages." Arnold said with false confidence. "She'll be better in the morning."

'Aphrael! Come to me!' The muggle girl was now an inch high furry creature with neon green and yellow hair that made up her body. She had beady eyes that you can buy at craft stores and no mouth. Two white antennas flickered nervously and she had flat paper-thin red feet.

Ginny hummed to herself as she rocked Flute. The five month old was laughing happily. For a human the child was ridiculously advanced. She could already walk. This wasn't much of a feat compared to her brother who had skipped walking and crawling and started right out at running.

"Such a pretty little thing," Ginny said happily. Flute had taken on her father's hair and gray eyes but her face resembled her mothers more than anyone. The combination was stunning and the little girl had the best of both her parent's looks. Her brother looked exactly like Draco down to his toenails. There wasn't any Ginny in him. Flute giggled again and unclenched her fist. She held close to her mother's face. Sitting in the palm of her daughter's hand looking very pleased with itself was a furry one inch tall creature with big red feet. Ginny screamed and almost dropped her daughter.

"What, what is it?" Draco asked running into the room. Ginny had set her daughter into her crib carefully and fallen to the floor.

"In her hand... furry..." Draco peeked into his daughter's hand and saw a little dust ball. He held back his laughter and looked closer. Why the thing was breathing!

"Bloody 'ell..." he reached for the neon green ball of fluff but it jumped out of his way. "Why I don't believe it!" Draco stared at his daughter looking very frightened. "Ginny I'll be back in a few hours I need to go see Dumbledore."

"I don't see what the big deal is Hermione." Harry said for the fifth time. "It's just a ball of fluff." Harry was holding a blue and black one-inch high ball of fur. "And it's wearing a hat." Harry brought it closer to his eyes and a tiny blue spark of light shot out the end of an antenna. "It shocked me!"

"Keep it away from me!" Hermione said from behind the couch. "And don't let it near the children."

"But it's Tom's Hermione," Harry protested. The little Tom had been screaming at the top of his lungs ever since Hermione had snatched it away.

"It's evil! Probably sent by Voldemort." Hermione shrieked. "You should kill it! You shouldn't even be touching it!" Hermione was hysterical by now. "We should show it to Dumbledore! He'd know what it is!"

"Hermione..." Harry trailed off from the look his wife was giving him. "Alright I'll go." He grabbed his cloak and on a whim he took Tom with him, "He needs some air." He explained to his frantic wife, "It'll be easier on you to."

"Don't forget the..." what he wasn't supposed to forget he never found out because he had slammed the door behind him loudly. He wasn't used to Hermione acting as if the sky had fallen on top of her. She was usually calm and composed and it took a lot to unbalance her. She had developed nerves of steel during her few months as a mother. Nothing seemed to upset her... until now.

Ginny walked briskly down the halls of Hogwarts holding her twins and perched on her shoulders sat two content fluff balls. "What did I ever do to deserve this fate?" She muttered to her daughter. She yelled some random types of candy until, "Acid Pop," worked and the Gargoyle statue opened. She ran up the steps and kicked Dumbledore's office door lightly. It was hard to knock with two children in her arms.

"Come in." Dumbledore called softly. Ginny somehow managed to open the door. She started to close it behind her but someone had put his or her foot between the door and the frame.

"Ginny," Harry said slipping into Dumbledore's office and closing it behind him, "What a pleasant surprise!" He spotted the two fluff balls and groaned, "The little furries have infested your house too I suppose."

"Harry," Dumbledore said happily, "please sit, Draco here has just told me all about the strange little creatures." Dumbledore smiled at the furries, as Harry had deemed them, on Ginny's shoulder. "Can I see the little devils?"

"Certainly Professor." Ginny handed her two children over to Draco and scooped the furries off her shoulder and set them into Dumbledore's outstretched hands.

"They are certainly cute little buggers." Dumbledore said smiling at them. "Let me guess Aphrael," he looked at little Flute who giggled, "and Ulath." he looked at Talon who did a sort of twist in Draco's arms and landed feet first on the floor. The little boy ran to Dumbledore and Dumbledore scooped him up. Talon grabbed his furrie and smiled at Dumbledore.

"I have one too," Harry looked down at his son who had a smug look on his face. "Tom refuses to let go of him."

"Azash?" Dumbledore looked inquiringly at Tom. The boy nodded stiffly. "Strange little tykes your three have. Walking and understand human language at an early age. I'm almost positive they can talk. They just don't let on." Flute giggled again. Dumbledore looked over at her and sighed, "Ah, Harry do the other two have furries?" Harry shook his head, waiting for an explanation. "I suggest you sit Miss - Mrs. Malfoy, this might take a while."