DISCLAIMER; I do not own the characters of this story! They belong to J., sole creator of Harry Potter. I am but a humble lover of her works and I have therefore attempted to do her amazing characters justice!
" What the bloody hell are you going to do with that wand? " Ron exclaimed, jumping up from the couch, pulling out his own wand. Was this going to be the end of everything? Was she finally going to hex him? Dark blue eyes looked at her scaredly, ready to make things better if she did hex him. However, he lowered his wand at the laughter coming from her.
Hermione started to laugh at the wild look in his eye and couldn't stop. Shaking her head with a smile she took a number of deep breaths with a smile. " Ron...you're such a worry wort. Did you honestly think that I was going to hex you? Oh Ron, you haven't changed a bit. " she siad with a smile and got up with a smile, wiping her tears from her cheeks. " How did you think we were going to change our looks? A Polyjuice wouldn't work, so we use magic. I asked you to trust me. " she said with a smile and sat him down once more with a shake of her head.
" Oh...right. Sorry about that..." he muttered and lay his wand on the table carefully. God, had he really been that stupid and childish? Now what was she going to think about all of that? He acted like he had never heard of magic before. Like he had never seen someone change their looks with magic. With a sigh, he slumped down a bit and crossed his arms carefully. " Go ahead, change me around. " he said with a small sigh.
" I was going to, with or without your premission. " she said with a smile. Tapping her finger on the corner of her mouth as she thought. Stepping over once more, she lightly took her wand and tapped her hands, small sparks fluttering onto her skin. Running her hands over his hair, she watched as it changed from fire red to dark brown, almost black. With a smile, she moved down, waving her hand over his eyes, turning them into a green colour. Freckles disappeared, and his scars from the brains left as well. His skin turned a little darker and she smiled a bit and adjusted his facial structure. " There. I think you look wonderful William Walker. " she said with a smirk. Waving her wand, she handed him a mirror carefully.
Ron looked into the mirror and blinked, " Bloody hell..." he muttered as he looked at his strange reflection staring back. Was that really him? How was he ever going to be able to repeat that look? Well, she knew what she was doing. If he hadn't known it was him, he would have been completely and utterly surprised. If he hadn't known better, he wouldhave walked by a mirror and wheeled around to check if there was someone behind him. It was so strange, but he wondered if this was based on someone she knew. Some guy she had dated or something? Sighing, he moved the mirror down and blinked. " 'Mione? " he whispered softly looking at the woman before him.
The woman looked up from her own mirror with a smile. Dark arbun hair fell down to the middle of her back, light blue (almost grey) eyes looked back at him. " Yes? " she asked with a smile, running a hand through the hair with a smile. It was strange to look at Ron and not see him. It was a little bit painful actually. With a small blush, she took the mirrors and banished them away carefully. Walking into the bathroom, she curled the ends of her hair and put on make up and some other things. Coming out, she smiled, playing with the long pearl necklace around her neck. " Alright, I'm ready when you are William. " she said with a smile, holding onto a black and white checkered clutch bag.
Ron stood up and cleared his throat with a smile, " Ah yes...Wait, what is your name again? " he asked. She looked so different and unlike his Hermione. It bothered him a tiny bit, but it would keep her and them safe. With a smile, he looked at his gold watch and put his wand into his pocket with a smile. " Charlotte. " he repeated after her with a nod of his head. Holding out his arm, he smiled as she placed her hand into the crook of his arm.
Walking right outside of their room, Hermione apperated them to the proper location. Looking up a the large, grey, daunting house she took a deep breath. Remember what I told you about the story. We met in France, loyal but hidden, waiting the third uprising. " she whispered into his ear with a smile before they walked into the house. Smiling, she looked at the house elf before quickly frowning. " Horrible creatures. " she snapped as it stepped forward towards her. She hide the heartbreak by laughing with a few other people.
Ron lead her into the main room and grabbed two glasses of wine from the house elf who moved the trays around. Handing her one he smiled and slipped his arm around her middle. Right now, he had free reign. When they got home, he would get it, but for now, he could do what he wanted to play the part properly. Sipping his drink, he walked with her into the middle of a group of other followers. Some he knew; Zabini, Parkinson, Goyle, a few others that he knew only by face. Yet there was so many that he didn't know and probably wouldn't remember.
The sound of a loud clap caused everyone's head to turn to the source of the noise. A stage. A young blonde woman and a curly haired brunette male walked over, close to Ron and Hermione-Ginny and Harry respectively. So, Ginny knew Hermione's typical style and wanted to make sure that they heard and saw the same things. Hermione looked over her shoulder and gave a slight nod to the young woman, while Ron simply pulled her closer to his side.
As the smoke cleared from the stage, a man stepped forward, and the crowd exploded into a loud cheer.