Written for round seven of the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition. In which Ron is a normal adult wizard and Hermione is a muggle child.


When he took the potion, all Ron was expecting was a happy, relaxing day in which everything would go his way. In no way did he intend to break the law, but then he met the little girl and that was how it all started.

Felix Felicis was a very difficult potion to brew. It required half a year of careful monitor to make the small bottleful he had with him now. Ron had always been good with potions; he even has a N.E.W.T. for it, but even with his experience, it was the first time he managed to make a Felix Felicis without making a mistake, so he was sure he wasn't going to waste even a drop of it. He had already taken about two hours' worth of the lucky potion and so far, he's found six sickles in Diagon Alley and won a coupon for free Firewhiskey at the Leaky Cauldron. Feeling very good, Ron was currently passing through a park on his way home. He decided to take his time and take a stroll.

Ron took the potion bottle out of his pocket to observe the liquid inside. It was a beautiful gold, and it seemed to shimmer in the afternoon sun. What a wonderful creation, really. He smiled and was about to put it away when someone spoke behind him.

"Mister, are those drugs?"

Ron whirled around to see a small, brown haired girl standing by a tree, regarding him curiously with her large brown eyes. It was a muggle child. When did she sneak up on him?

"Um… no," Ron said carefully, quickly tucking the container away.

"Then what is it?" the little girl walked closer to him.

"Uh oh," Ron thought. "Well, this isn't very lucky of me." He willed for the girl to go away but the potion's effect must've worn off by then because she didn't seem to want to go away at all.

"It's not drugs," Ron repeated, feeling dumb. The child was staring at him intensely, as if she was trying to read his mind.

"What is it?" she asked again.

Ron looked around quickly and saw that there were no adults around. "Where are your parents?" he asked, frowning. The girl couldn't be more than eight years old.

"They're at home," the girl replied. "They don't know that I'm here."

"Great," Ron thought. "I can use obliviate on her so she'll never know that this happened."

He quickly took out his wand and was about to point it and recite the spell when he… accidently fumbled and dropped it. His wand rolled to a stop at the girl's feet and she picked it up.

Her eyes widened. "You're a wizard?" she asked. Ron couldn't believe how quickly his perfect day was turning into a nightmare.

"No, I'm not," he said. He was never good with lies in the first place and this girl seemed surprisingly sharp.

"But you have a wand," she insisted. "Wizards have wands. My name's Hermione," she said suddenly. "Can I call you Mr. Wizard?"

"No."

"Say, Mr. Wizard, can you help me with something?"

"No."

"Can you hide me from my parents?"

Ron blinked. "You want to hide from your parents? Why?" he asked, suddenly curious. Come to think of it, Hermione mentioned before that she didn't tell her parents that she was at the park.

"Because I don't want to go home. They're taking me to the doctors today but I don't like going there."

Ron almost sighed at her reason. "Well, they're taking you there because you're not feeling well, right?" he said. "It's for your own good that you should go with them. In fact, you should go home now. They're probably worried."

Hermione frowned. "I know but… it's scary. And I don't like being sick. Please help me?"

Ron sighed for real this time. "Look, err… Hermione. I just want my… um… stick back. Can I please have it back?"

"You mean your wand?" Hermione gave it back.

"No, it's not a wand."

The little girl giggled. "If it's just a stick, then why do you treat it as something so valuable?"

She really has to stop being so perceptive. "Alright, fine, if you want to think of it as a wand, go ahead," Ron said, giving up. "Although Hermione…" he crouched down so he was at the same eye level with her. "You really shouldn't be out here by yourself."

Hermione shook her head. "I don't want to go home."

"How bad can the doctor's be, anyways?" Ron said, trying to reason with her. "I'll walk you home, alright?"

He gave her his hand and she took it reluctantly. As they walked, she kept talking. "Mummy says I have cancer. Do you know what that is?"

Ron felt the back of his throat dry up. "Oh… not really, no," he lied. So that's what happened to her.

"I don't really know either," Hermione admitted. "But I don't like it. At the hospital, I have to do the… the chemo-something."

"Oh, really?" Ron said. "So that's what you're doing today?"

Hermione nodded. "That's right." That was when Ron got the idea. He knew it wasn't a very good idea, and the Ministry of Magic definitely wouldn't approve of it if they found out, but something compelled him to do it.

"Hey, Hermione…" Ron took out the Felix Felicis and Hermione eyes widened at the golden liquid.

"The drugs!" she said.

"This isn't a drug," Ron told her. "We wizards have something called magic potions."

"Ohh, I know what potions are!"

"That's good. Do you know what this one does?"

Hermione shook her head.

"It makes you very lucky for a day," Ron said. "So if you take it, and then go to the doctors for chemo, you'll be healed from the cancer."

"Really?" Hermione whispered. "That sounds too good to be true."

"Well… I am a wizard," Ron said. He handed her the bottle.

"Can I really have this?" Hermione asked.

"Only if you promise me that you'll never take things from strangers ever again," Ron said firmly.

"Deal!"


Ron waved goodbye to her when they got to her house. As Hermione walked up to her front door, Ron quietly took out his wand and whispered, "Obliviate." In no more than a few seconds, he erased their meeting from her memory, then quickly turned and walked away.

Taking the now empty bottle out of his pocket, Ron silently wished her the best of luck. She was the one who needed it, not him.