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NAME: ihadanepiphany
Was given a challenge by my best friend, whom I cursed seven ways from sundown when I read it, but she didn't beat me! I wrote it, some! Warning, can see this version becoming an angsty fic. Sorry. If asked nicely will write much funnier version.
Author out.
Enjoy!
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The young witch searched through the stacks of books around her, angrily pushing her vivid red hair from her face. The small light lent by her wand was enough and none escaped the library to show her presence. For hours she sought in vain, until at last, when the eastern horizon was paling, she found it. She read the spell several times, memorising it, then slamming the book and sweeping out of the library.
Single-minded in her rage and grief, she didn't notice a small shadow detach itself from the house and follow her.
Crossing bogs, jumping streams and climbing walls she trudged on her journey. She could have brought her broomstick, but she wasn't suicidal, just in a complete and utter total rage.
The shadow stopped under a large and ancient oak tree as the witch strode up to a small Muggle cottage. He knew who lived there and why she was there, what he was worried about was what she was going to do.
The witch rapped on the door and waited for it to open. A young man opened it, blinking in the dawn sunshine, and stopped when he saw her.
'Cait,' he said. 'What are you doing here?' The Muggle was nervous, as well he should have been.
'What?' Cait asked. 'Did you really think that I'd never come around? That I'd leave, just like that? Huh Liam?' She shook her head, as if amused. 'I don't think so.' She pulled her wand out of her pocket and pointed it straight at him. 'I'm gonna enjoy this.'
The wizard under the tree ran forward, pulling free his own wand.
'Cait, don't!' Cait kept her eyes on Liam.
'Oh and you're gonna stop me Alfred?'
'If I have to.' He paused, still pointing his wand at her. 'What are you planning on doing?'
'I haven't decided yet,' she lied smoothly. 'What fun I will have experimenting.' She cast a look towards her brother. 'Don't worry Alf, I wont do the Unforgiveables. He's not worth Azkaban.' Alfreds' eye flicked to Liam, the Muggle looked remarkably calm, given his situation.
'You'll go to Azkaban if you do anything to him, you know that,' he said, trying to make her see sense. 'He's not worth it.'
'He's worth part of it,' Cait replied. 'The rest he gets on credit.'
'Cait, he's not worth it, at least pat of you knows that.'
'You just don't get it, do you Alf?' Cait sighed, the wand still held steady, pointing straight at Liams heart. 'This, Muggle,' she spat. 'Told me he'd love me no matter what happened. I had a child by him, our child!' she cried, stabbing the air with her wand. 'And as soon as I finally tell him that I'm a witch, he leaves.' She was sobbing now, the wand shaking erratically. 'He walks out on his wife and son, because I'm a witch and he cant handle it.'
'Which puts him in the ridiculously stupid category but not as someone who deserves whatever you're planning.' He shuddered inwardly, remembering the spectacular plans Cait used to make against people who wronged her as a child. Noone deserved that. 'Come home, there are toads and gnomes you can take in out on.'
'Thanks Alf, but I got a toad right here.' She had stopped crying, and now stared at her husband with cold eyes. Alfred got a chilling sense of foreboding.
'Cait,' he began.
'Alfred,' she said. 'You might want to move. Transformicous femme!' she shouted suddenly. A green flash came out of the end of her wand, heading straight for Liams unprotected chest….
'And? What happened then?' a bright-eyed Harry asked. Ron grinned at his friends' expression, then shrugged.
'Alfred jumped in to save the day and got hit, bit of a fool thing to do really.'
'What did the spell do?' Hermione asked. Ron suddenly became very interested in a splinter of wood in the table. They were at the Burrow, sitting at the kitchen table. It was the last week of the holidays and Mr and Mrs Weasley had invited Harry and Hermione to stay for it. Since Percy had moved out, they had enough room to fit them both in.
'It, er, um, kinda, turned his viewpoint around,' Ron rather badly explained. Harry and Hermione stared blankly. 'If you must know it turned him, female.'
'Female,' Harry repeated.
'Yeah.'
'Just the body or the whole deal.'
'The works.'
'Ah.'
'Yep.'
'Why do I get the feeling that you're not telling us everything?' Hermione asked.
'I don't know?' Ron tried. Hermione raised an eyebrow. 'Oh, alright. The spell isn't, er, wasn't just a one-time spell.'
'I just got lost,' Harry stated.
'He means it reoccurs by itself,' Hermione explained. 'How often?'
'How am I supposed to know?'
'I was asking Ron.'
'Once a generation,' Ron admitted.
'And this spell, it's been repeating every generation?' Hermione asked slowly. Ron nodded, turning as red as his hair. Harry stared at his friend as realization dawned. 'And it's been affecting which member of the family?'
'The youngest son,' Ron muttered.
'Which means, you're going to turn into a woman?' Ron cringed but nodded. 'When?'
'In the next week.'
'Ah.'
'Yep.'
'Er, sorry dude,' Harry offered lamely. 'Been nice knowing ya?'
'Harry!' Hermione snapped. 'This isn't just it, there has to be some kind of counter-spell.'
'We've looked,' Ron said flatly. 'For the last seven generations. There is no counter-spell, no reducing tonic, no potion to make it reverse. Once it happens, I'm stuck. Bye, bye Ron, hello whoever.'
'Whoever?' Harry asked, baffled.
'When, it happens, the, female has a whole life of her own. Own name, past history, even a brand new House in Hogwarts usually.'
'No way,' Harry gasped. 'But wouldn't she be, you? Just from a female point of view?' Ron shook his flame-coloured head.
'Nope, it's gonna be somebody completely different.'
The three friends sat in stunned silence for a while.
'So what now?' Harry asked quietly.
'I suggest we get completely pissed.'
Review or I'll set the dogs on you! Or maybe I will anyway. Hehehe! (clears throat.)
Please review, I would be ever so grateful.
NAME: ihadanepiphany
Was given a challenge by my best friend, whom I cursed seven ways from sundown when I read it, but she didn't beat me! I wrote it, some! Warning, can see this version becoming an angsty fic. Sorry. If asked nicely will write much funnier version.
Author out.
Enjoy!
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The young witch searched through the stacks of books around her, angrily pushing her vivid red hair from her face. The small light lent by her wand was enough and none escaped the library to show her presence. For hours she sought in vain, until at last, when the eastern horizon was paling, she found it. She read the spell several times, memorising it, then slamming the book and sweeping out of the library.
Single-minded in her rage and grief, she didn't notice a small shadow detach itself from the house and follow her.
Crossing bogs, jumping streams and climbing walls she trudged on her journey. She could have brought her broomstick, but she wasn't suicidal, just in a complete and utter total rage.
The shadow stopped under a large and ancient oak tree as the witch strode up to a small Muggle cottage. He knew who lived there and why she was there, what he was worried about was what she was going to do.
The witch rapped on the door and waited for it to open. A young man opened it, blinking in the dawn sunshine, and stopped when he saw her.
'Cait,' he said. 'What are you doing here?' The Muggle was nervous, as well he should have been.
'What?' Cait asked. 'Did you really think that I'd never come around? That I'd leave, just like that? Huh Liam?' She shook her head, as if amused. 'I don't think so.' She pulled her wand out of her pocket and pointed it straight at him. 'I'm gonna enjoy this.'
The wizard under the tree ran forward, pulling free his own wand.
'Cait, don't!' Cait kept her eyes on Liam.
'Oh and you're gonna stop me Alfred?'
'If I have to.' He paused, still pointing his wand at her. 'What are you planning on doing?'
'I haven't decided yet,' she lied smoothly. 'What fun I will have experimenting.' She cast a look towards her brother. 'Don't worry Alf, I wont do the Unforgiveables. He's not worth Azkaban.' Alfreds' eye flicked to Liam, the Muggle looked remarkably calm, given his situation.
'You'll go to Azkaban if you do anything to him, you know that,' he said, trying to make her see sense. 'He's not worth it.'
'He's worth part of it,' Cait replied. 'The rest he gets on credit.'
'Cait, he's not worth it, at least pat of you knows that.'
'You just don't get it, do you Alf?' Cait sighed, the wand still held steady, pointing straight at Liams heart. 'This, Muggle,' she spat. 'Told me he'd love me no matter what happened. I had a child by him, our child!' she cried, stabbing the air with her wand. 'And as soon as I finally tell him that I'm a witch, he leaves.' She was sobbing now, the wand shaking erratically. 'He walks out on his wife and son, because I'm a witch and he cant handle it.'
'Which puts him in the ridiculously stupid category but not as someone who deserves whatever you're planning.' He shuddered inwardly, remembering the spectacular plans Cait used to make against people who wronged her as a child. Noone deserved that. 'Come home, there are toads and gnomes you can take in out on.'
'Thanks Alf, but I got a toad right here.' She had stopped crying, and now stared at her husband with cold eyes. Alfred got a chilling sense of foreboding.
'Cait,' he began.
'Alfred,' she said. 'You might want to move. Transformicous femme!' she shouted suddenly. A green flash came out of the end of her wand, heading straight for Liams unprotected chest….
'And? What happened then?' a bright-eyed Harry asked. Ron grinned at his friends' expression, then shrugged.
'Alfred jumped in to save the day and got hit, bit of a fool thing to do really.'
'What did the spell do?' Hermione asked. Ron suddenly became very interested in a splinter of wood in the table. They were at the Burrow, sitting at the kitchen table. It was the last week of the holidays and Mr and Mrs Weasley had invited Harry and Hermione to stay for it. Since Percy had moved out, they had enough room to fit them both in.
'It, er, um, kinda, turned his viewpoint around,' Ron rather badly explained. Harry and Hermione stared blankly. 'If you must know it turned him, female.'
'Female,' Harry repeated.
'Yeah.'
'Just the body or the whole deal.'
'The works.'
'Ah.'
'Yep.'
'Why do I get the feeling that you're not telling us everything?' Hermione asked.
'I don't know?' Ron tried. Hermione raised an eyebrow. 'Oh, alright. The spell isn't, er, wasn't just a one-time spell.'
'I just got lost,' Harry stated.
'He means it reoccurs by itself,' Hermione explained. 'How often?'
'How am I supposed to know?'
'I was asking Ron.'
'Once a generation,' Ron admitted.
'And this spell, it's been repeating every generation?' Hermione asked slowly. Ron nodded, turning as red as his hair. Harry stared at his friend as realization dawned. 'And it's been affecting which member of the family?'
'The youngest son,' Ron muttered.
'Which means, you're going to turn into a woman?' Ron cringed but nodded. 'When?'
'In the next week.'
'Ah.'
'Yep.'
'Er, sorry dude,' Harry offered lamely. 'Been nice knowing ya?'
'Harry!' Hermione snapped. 'This isn't just it, there has to be some kind of counter-spell.'
'We've looked,' Ron said flatly. 'For the last seven generations. There is no counter-spell, no reducing tonic, no potion to make it reverse. Once it happens, I'm stuck. Bye, bye Ron, hello whoever.'
'Whoever?' Harry asked, baffled.
'When, it happens, the, female has a whole life of her own. Own name, past history, even a brand new House in Hogwarts usually.'
'No way,' Harry gasped. 'But wouldn't she be, you? Just from a female point of view?' Ron shook his flame-coloured head.
'Nope, it's gonna be somebody completely different.'
The three friends sat in stunned silence for a while.
'So what now?' Harry asked quietly.
'I suggest we get completely pissed.'
Review or I'll set the dogs on you! Or maybe I will anyway. Hehehe! (clears throat.)
Please review, I would be ever so grateful.