'There's more chance of getting blood out of a stone, than you two actually passing something!'

As usual, Ron and the Twins were having their monthly yell in the Great Hall; no one tried to stop it. They just let it happen, they wouldn't do anything serious to each other; it was just another sibling fight.

'There's more chance of Flinch getting laid than you.' A few laughs echoed the hall; this was their dinner entertainment. Ron's ears burned.

'There's smarter trolls than you two.' Ron would yell about their intelligence levels and they would just ridicule Ron about his looks, personality; everything and anything.

'There's more chance of Uncle Norman getting a girlfriend than you.'

'And he's dead.' Finished Fred; their pokes of fun at him were poor, but they were both hungry and the sooner this was over the sooner they could eat.

'Well, at least Mum's proud of me.'

The twins stopped laughing and just looked at Ron; he had got them where it hurt. They were always nervous about what their Mum thought of them, they pretended they didn't care, but they did. And no one would ever bring it up; no one knew how much it hurt them to hear that their Mum wasn't proud. But Ron had guessed long ago that they cared and he had told himself that he would never say anything about it or use it against them, but today, he was more annoyed and angry at them than usual, and he just didn't know why.

'At least we're Mu-,' but for some reason Fred gave George a large smack in the stomach and whispered something to him. George composed himself and nodded sadly.

'What?'

'Nothing.' And George flicked his wrist silently, but nothing seemed to happen. The twins both walked away quietly and no more was said on the unsaid sentence.


'Ron,' laughed Dean. 'What's happened to your hair?' Dean pointed and laughed, which attracted the attention of the rest of the dorm, who also thought it was funny.

Ron rushed to a mirror to get a look at his hair.

It wasn't red.

It was black.

'Bloody hell.'

'The twins have got you good this time.'

Neville laughed as Ron turned back around and pointed at him.

'Your eyes.'

They weren't blue.

They were dark.

Harry laughed but deep in his mind a dusty bell rang, like it knew those eyes.

In addition to the eye and hair colour changes, Ron's skin was paler and it seemed that he was a bit taller, but the height change was probably just Ron growing in his fast and hurried way that he did.

'They've messed with your face mate.'

Ron's long nose was gone and it was shorter and looked more "normal"; his lips were thinner and his jaw seemed to be stronger and squarer.

'I'm going to kill those idiots. I better be back to normal for my 16th.' Ron's 16th birthday was less than two weeks away and he knew that the twins would do something to mess it up.

Ron stormed out of the dorm and went in search of the twins.


No one seemed to know who this young angry teenager was. No one had ever seen him before. Even professors gave him strange looks.

Ron didn't see the looks he got; he wasn't looking for them, he was looking for the twins.

Ron was stopped; someone had run into him.

'Oi! Watch were your going, you-.'

'Ron?'

'Oh, Hermione,' normally Ron would have been embarrassed and his ears would have become red, but they stayed cool and calm.

'Is that you?'

'Oh, yeah, stupid twins have done something to me.' Hermione shook her head.

'Where are you going? The medical wing is the other way.' She asked curiously.

'I'm going to find them and-.'

'No, you're going to the medical wing.' Ron tried to protest but Hermione dragged him along.


'Look, Mr. Weasley, I've tried everything, there are no curses on you.' Said Madam Pomfrey, her tone was annoyed but confused; she knew this was Ronald Weasley but it looked nothing like him.

Ron sighed but knew she could only do what she could.

'Look, I'll get Professor McGonagall to find the twins and I'm sure she'll find out what's happened,' she smiled gently, her nanny-instinct taking over.


'WE'VE DONE NOTHING.'

'Well, you must have. I doubt Weasley would do this to himself.' Ron glared at the twins as they sat in Professor McGonagall's office.

'It could be someone else.'

'Like Malfoy.'

'I teach Malfoy Transfiguration and I know that he is not capable of such a spell.'

'Well, what makes you think we are?'

'We're terrible at Transfiguration.' Professor McGonagall was silent as she thought; for once they spoke the truth.

'I'll call Molly and tell her what has happened.' That was their cue to leave.

'But Pro-.'

'Weasley there is nothing that I can do. You'll just have to look like that.' Ron sighed and pushed past the twins out of the office.

Professor McGonagall contemplated about Ron's new looks; they reminded her of someone but she just couldn't remember who. She had taught many students and it could have been any one of them. Who Ron looked like to her would probably remain an unanswered question.


'Ah, Ron, please take a seat.' Ron walked into Dumbledore's office, his dark eyes surveying the scene in front of him.

His parents were sitting smiling at him and Bill had come along too, Professor McGonagall was seated next to Dumbledore, her face blank and unemotional, and to Ron's surprise, the twins were not present.

Ron dropped into a seat next to Bill.

Bill looked at his brother in surprise; he knew it was Ron but it didn't look like Ron. Bill was good at charms and transfiguration, he had to be for his job, but if this was some kind of charm or transfiguration spell, he had never seen it before or even heard of something this powerful and altering before. Maybe it was some kind of potion that could change looks, but Pomfrey had checked for every potion that could do this and even Snape, potions master, had checked and he had found no sign of potion and had said that there was no potion could do such alteration.

Dumbledore looked at Ron for a moment, looking deep into the dark eyes, before he blinked and began to talk.

'Many tests have been cast on you, Ron.' Dumbledore looked between faces, never staying on one for too long. 'And we have found no spells on you that would account for your changes. But we do now know why you have changed. You have a birthday coming up I understand?'

'Yes, my sixteenth.' Dumbledore nodded and paused before he continued.

'That would explain it.' He paused. 'We shall leave you-.'

'No, Albus, Minerva, we have no problem with you staying.' Smiled Molly.

'Mum?' Molly smiled at Ron.

'This is going to come as a huge shock and will change your life Ronnie, but you must understand, we did what we thought was right. We understand if you hate us.' Tears came to the woman's eyes.

'Mum, I could never hate you. Mum?' Molly shook her head and Arthur grabbed her hand reassuringly.

'It's ok, Moll.' He muttered soothingly.

'Ron, there is no other way to say this. You're adopted.'