"Try again Harry!" Hermione cried.
Harry groaned in frustration. "I am! What exactly is supposed to happen?"
Ron shrugged."I dunno, but something more than you going red in the face from concentrating so hard. You should see your-,"
Hermione thwarted in the back. "Thank you for your help."
"He asked a question. Sheesh, don't need to get all worked up." Ron mumbled, rubbing his back. Who knew she could hit that hard.
"Look Harry I know its hard, but try something. It says here in "How to control your Wandless Magic: For Dummies" to concentrate on channeling all your powers on one spell or through wand for practice. You realize some other powers as your trying, but it all depends on your concentration." Hermione said peering into her newly acquired book.
It was the day after his strange occurrence at the apparation test. They were trying to help Harry get accustomed to his new powers; they might be useful in the long run against death eaters and most importantly against Voldemort.
He was practicing the spell he had used against Malfoy last year, it had proven to be very powerful. He was using the odd dummy Hermione had spent the previous night sewing up, from the leftover material she used for the house elf clothing.
Reluctant to test his new powers he gave in to Hermione's pleading. He should've stayed in bed that morning like he planned too, but Lupin came for a visit (and some breakfast…freeloader) so he didn't.
Sighing loudly, he once again closed his eyes and cleared his mind, like when he was practicing Occlumency. Opening his eyes he raised his wand aimed at the target. The spell wasn't spoken aloud, he did a silent spell. The words were still ringing in his ears.
He watched as the dummy glowed an unpleasant shade of red and it sliced itself in a clear X through the middle and blew apart without warning. Not at all like when he attacked Malfoy. When he hit him with the spell, it seemed as if he was being cut in random places not a large X, and he certainly didn't blow up.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" Hermione screamed, clearly taken aback by the result.
Ron who was eating leftover toast could only spit out what he had bitten and stop himself from choking.
Harry stumbled backwards, and turned to look at Hermione who was flipping through her pages to maybe explain what just happened.
Once the dummy blew up the cotton flew in every direction. It was like winter in summer. Suddenly the door flew open and a worried Molly was standing in the door frame.
"What in Merlin's name." She exclaimed.
"UH…. we had a ...pillow fight accident." Ron said before either of his friends could respond.
"I..wha? A pillow fight? Um, just keep it down dears. I was worried out of my skull." She mumbled closing the door, unconvinced but had to get back to help Fleur on the final touches for her wedding plans.
Hermione and Harry looked at Ron.
"What?"
"Never mind." She said shaking her head.
"So, finally got the reaction you wanted?" Harry asked smirking.
"Well, I guess so. You made the spell enough stronger than it originally was and it caused it to-"
"Blow up." Ron finished grinning widely. "Imagine that was a real person. Today's forecast, a 100 chance of guts and blood shower. Remember to bring your umbrella folks." He continued pretending to be a weather man.
Hermione nodded. "This is great, you're going to have even more powers. You're going to need all you can get to defeat V-Voldemort."
Ron agreed, he didn't wince at the sound of Voldemort's name this time. "Should we try it again?…But without the screaming, Mum will kill me if she find's out what we're doing."
Hermione thought for a moment. Harry had a heart wrenching feeling about this, he didn't want to do this again, what if it didn't work the second time. What if he hurt them instead? What if-
"I know!" She squealed interrupting his thoughts. "We could a boggart. Voldemort has death eaters on his side, so if Harry learned to multiply the strength of that one spell, he could use on a whole lot."
"Smart, Hermione. Just let me get a boggart. I should have one in my back pocket." He checked. "Oh darn, no. I must've forgot…where the heck are we going to get a boggart?"
"Okay, okay. It was just an idea." She said rolling her eyes. "We can try later, right now we have to try on our clothes for the wedding. Me, Ginny, and Fleur's sister, are the flower girls." She pouted.
Harry and Ron groaned thinking of the creepy uncomfortable dress robes they had to have fitted. With the wedding in just two days, they had no choice but to try them on.
A thought occurred to Hermione and she immediately perked up. "Well, pink may not be my favorite color but it is Fleur's…"
Harry and Ron exchanged worried glances. Pink dress robes?
Just then a knock sounded on the door. Ginny stepped in with a pleased look. "Hey guys. Here take these." She said tossing too wrapped packages to both boys. "Fleur wants to see you try them on, two day 'till the wedding. Get dressed and come downstairs."
She turned to walk out of the room but spun around and looks straight at Ron. "Honestly at your age you shouldn't be having pillow fights."
With that she shut the door and Hermione eagerly eyed the packages. "Soo, you going to try them on now."
Ron glared. "Not with you in the room." He dragged her out and slammed the door behind her casting a spell on the door so she wouldn't hear their conversation.
Harry looked pitifully at the pink wrapping. "Well we have no choice I guess. Maybe if we pretend to like it they wont laugh so hard?"
Ron sighed glumly and tear open the paper. Turned out it wasn't pink.
Insert constant cheering issuing from both boys:
It was a light shade of teel, a mixture of blue and gray. The tie attached was pale gray, and went along with the clean white dress shirt beneath the robes. Sighing in relief one more time they stepped out of the room with confidence.
No pink dress robes.
There was indeed a God in the awaited heavens.