Note: I don't own anything you recognize...that's the property of JK Rowling and e4...naturally I've fiddled with the time frames and such to fit what I wanted...Enjoy this crossover!
Note2: Getting reviews always put a smile on my face...tried not to make RJ too perfect as I wrote this over the past year...can definitely say that she didn't end up how I originally thought but it works and I like her...
The sun was cresting over the top of a curtain when I opened my eyes. The bed I was in was soft and comfortable. My head was still throbbing so I took my time to take in my surroundings. The room was basic with a bed, a nightstand, and a wardrobe. There were a few pictures hanging on the wall but I couldn't see them from here. I pinched the bridge of my nose and tried to ease my headache.
"Ah, you're finally awake. How do you feel?" Dad asked as he entered the room.
"Like a bunch of hippos tap danced on my head. I over exhausted myself, didn't I?"
"That is what Poppy thinks. She couldn't explain it until I told her about the storm and your wand. She discussed a few things with Albus and they thought an uninterrupted night of sleep would help. They tried to use Dreamless Sleep."
"Shit. I hadn't thought of that. Sorry."
"Don't be, RJ. It's not like I ask everyone I meet if they have allergies. But I have to admit that watching what was happening to you was heartbreaking."
"It's always there so sometimes I forget that I'm wearing it. Mum fashioned me a magical Medic Alert bracelet when I first reacted to Dreamless Sleep. Since the idea isn't well known, she charmed it to light up as soon as something I'm allergic to touches my skin."
"Liz also charmed it so that the allergies appear in the air. When Poppy realized what was happening, she was able to counteract the Dreamless Sleep. Luckily Severus was here so he could help," he said as he came to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Tell me no one else saw it."
"Ginny was passing by and saw the first few moments. Molly was quick to get her out of there."
"That's good. I, ah, feel disgusting. How long was I out?"
"Two days. Once the potion was out of your system, you started giving off a faint white glow. Whenever someone approached, it became brighter and the air became hot. I could see the perspiration dripping off of you so you were experiencing the heat as well. After that, I had everyone keep back so you would be cool. Poppy wants to see you before she gives you the go ahead to use your magic."
"Thanks, Dad."
I briefly hugged him before pulling myself out of bed. I noticed that I was dressed in pajama shorts and a T-shirt. Only thing weird was that they weren't my pajama shorts and T-shirt. I looked at Dad and he told me that my trunk was locked and wouldn't open for him. He had to borrow something from Hermione. Dad handed me a towel and pointed out the bathroom. I unlocked my trunk and grabbed my essentials.
The shower was heaven. The water pelted my skin in just the way I liked as if it could tell what I wanted. Wrapping the towel around myself, I stood in front of the mirror. I had to lean in closer to double check but my eyes were more amber than they had been. My pale brown hair was the same but longer. I did a quick check to see if anything else changed and there were a few. I couldn't be sure but I felt taller and my body wasn't as thin as I had been. Not like I was toothpick thin to begin with but my body now had curves: actual hips, a perky ass, and my breasts were at least a cup larger.
"I'm not going to be able to wear any of my clothes," I groaned.
I darted back into Dad's room and was glad that he was gone. I dug through my trunk to find something that would fit. My shorts, jeans, and any kind of pants were too short or wouldn't do up. A couple of the skirts would still work but just be a tad shorter. One skirt had been too short to begin with and now was only an inch or two from the bottom of my ass. Only two shirts wouldn't fit anymore but that was because they were fitted for my smaller body. Naturally my bras were too small and unless I wanted over-the-top cleavage I couldn't wear them. True, if I could do magic I would have temporarily enlarged it.
Near the bottom of the trunk I found a dress that would have to do until I went shopping. I was a long maxi dress but the bust had a built in bra. I slipped it on and ran my fingers through my hair.
"You look lovely, dear," the mirror said.
"I never got used to magical mirrors. Always thought there was a wizard or witch on the other side who watched me get dressed. Still creeps me out."
I bounded down the stairs barefoot and grinned when I heard voices from the kitchen. The Weasleys, Hermione, Harry, Dad, and Sirius were sitting around the table beginning on breakfast.
"How are you feeling, RJ?" Hermione asked since she spotted me first.
"Decent."
"My dear brother, there seems to be something different about that witch," one twin said.
"Yes, dear brother, I think you are right," the other said.
And in unison they finished their speech, "She's bloody stacked."
It took me a second to realize what they said and I started laughing. Molly smacked them on the head while Ron was blushing bright red. Harry was trying not to look while Sirius was studying me. While most were in relaxing clothes, Harry was in a blazer, a sweater vest, and nice pants.
"What's with the clothes, Harry?"
"My trial is this morning."
"Speaking of which, Harry, we should leave for the Ministry. We have to go by Muggle means to the visitors' entrance," Mr. Weasley said.
"She has changed and not just what the twins said," he commented as he came to stand by me.
When I had first arrived, I reached Sirius's chin but now I was nearly eye to eye with him.
"Your eyes are more like Moony's."
"And I finally have an ass. Unless I can use my magic to enlarge all of my clothes, I need to go shopping. This is the only thing that fits well."
"And that it does," George (I think) said.
Molly smacked him again while he grinned at me. I winked back before taking a seat next to Dad. I grabbed the tea pot and poured a cup before grabbing some toast. I munched a few bites in total silence before I looked up. The other teens were staring at the doorway I had walked through moments before so I turned to see what they were looking at.
A tall man, completely dressed in black, stood there with his arms crossed. His hair hung limp around his head and he didn't seem interested in being here. Since I hadn't met him before, I brushed the crumbs off my hands and walked over to him.
"RJ Lupin. Question?"
"Lupin, I think your brain liquefied while you were unconscious if you cannot form a complete sentence," he drawled.
"Fine. Please, sir, may I ask you a question?"
"What is it, you insufferable child?"
"How are you standing there so calmly when your body is screaming out in pain?" I asked, cocking my head to the side to look at him closely.
"What are you talking about?"
"I feel the pain radiating off of you. You should sit, sir, while someone fetches a pain reliever potion for you."
He ignored me and turned towards Molly. "Where is the Headmaster? He informed me that he would be here."
"He should be here soon before heading off to the Ministry, Severus. Would you like to join us for breakfast?"
"No."
"So you're the Severus who helped remove the Dreamless Sleep from my system. Thank you for that."
"Do you ever keep quiet, child?" he hissed.
"Watch it, Severus. I will not have you talking to my daughter like that," Dad growled as he stood.
"What are you going to do about it, Lupin? Remember who brews your Wolfsbane Potion for you. All it takes is for me to accidentally miscount my stirs," he sneered.
"All I did was ask about your well being and then thank you for helping me. You must not have any real social skills because you should have sat down, drank back the potion, and said 'You're welcome'. Instead you have to act all high and mighty so we don't see that there's actually a man underneath that hard exterior. Dad, don't worry about how he spoke to me. And you, don't threaten my father because that will be one mistake you won't be able to redo."
His hand flashed out of nowhere and grabbed onto my wrist. I had been pointing at him but in that touch, I saw it all. A circle of robed figures, a bleeding woman on the floor, and a man with pure white skin holding his wand on her. A flash of green light struck the woman and the man turned his wand on random figures. Their bodies collapsed and convulsed for a few moments before he focused on someone else. The man in front of me was the last to be tortured.
"Oh, God. Oh, God," I mumbled as a young child was pushed into the circle towards the dead woman.
The hand around my wrist disappeared and I sank to my knees. I could still see what happened to that little girl, the cutting hexes thrown at her. The cuts weren't deep but there were plenty. She was held under the Cruciatus before they sent crushing spells at her legs.
"Have mercy. Have mercy," I chanted.
"Mercy? The Dark Lord does not have mercy against those he wishes dead," the man spoke.
"RJ? RJ?" Dad asked, getting down beside me.
"I don't want to see this. Make it end, Daddy, make it end."
I wrapped my arms around my waist and rocked back and forth. I felt arms enclosed my shoulders and brought me against a chest. I grabbed onto Dad as I watched the end of the memory. I shuddered as the girl was killed and a damn large snake slithered towards the body.
"I didn't ask for this. I don't want to be supercharged. Take it away. Take it all away," I cried.
"Oh, RJ. I'm sorry."
Dad picked me up and I snuggled closer into his body. He quickly said something to the others before taking me back upstairs. He stepped around the clothes I had thrown around while getting dressed and laid me down on the bed. Dad held my hand and told me to rest. Every time I closed my eyes I would see the tears in the girl's eyes or hear her screams. I wouldn't be able to rest with the memory floating around in my mind. I needed to get rid of it but how could I convince Dad to obliviate me?
"Paper. I need paper."
Dad found some parchment and a quill for me. I drew a line down the middle of it and began filling one side with pros. I couldn't think of any type of con. I handed the parchment to Dad and he stared down at it.
"RJ, what's this?"
"My pro list for you to obliviate the last 10minutes. I can't keep it. It was horrible. I know war isn't pretty but that isn't war. That was straight sadistic torturing. I don't want it in my head. Take it out."
"I can't do that, RJ. I don't trust myself with that kind of magic," he sighed placing the parchment on the bed beside him.
I needed to get it out so I bolted off the bed and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. Everyone was shocked to see me in the doorway, my hair all crazy and tear tracks down my cheeks.
"You gave me your memory so you'll be the one to obliviate me. I can't stand having her screams in my head, seeing the floor covered in blood. I want it gone."
"We do not always get what we want, Lupin. This is life and that was death. We cannot pick and choose what we experience."
I stared at the man before turning on my heel. I brushed past Dad on the stairs and summoned my bag and flip flops. I slammed the door behind me and took off running down the street. As I neared a Tube station, I wiped my face clean and tidied my hair. I couldn't be back there right now but I didn't know where I could go. I typed out a quick text to Nathan to see if he could keep me company.
Come by the community center.
So on the day of my 16th birthday, I was heading to South London to hang out with a bunch of people doing community service rather than being with my father and my friends. I pinched the bridge of my nose and forced myself not to cry. I let my body take over, my mind only supplying the needed impulses to walk off the Tube and onto the train.
"You look like shit, mate," Kelly pointed out as I found them sitting on a table outside.
"I feel like shit. That storm has completely fucked up my life. First I black out for two days while my body decides to drastically change. I touch a friend of my father's and relived a memory of his from the war. What else could happen to me? Why couldn't it be like before? Simple old me."
"Because this new you is bloody hot. I'd shag you," Nathan teased.
"You'd shag anything that moves and has tits," Curtis retorted.
Nathan acted all shocked and while it took my mind off of the memory for a moment, I knew the reprieve wouldn't last long. We were sitting at the bench when a family walked past and I stared at them. From a distance they looked like the Muggles in the memory. I bit my lip to distract myself from crying.
Happy fucking birthday to me, I thought.
