Chapter 51

Calypso leaned against the cool wall of the alleyway, waiting for a suitable muggle she could stun and turn into Tonks.

She wondered how she'd went from being a rich, pureblood Slytherin from a well-respected family to hiding in an alleyway, ambushing clueless muggles.

She must've been sitting there for almost an hour when such a clueless muggle finally passed by.

"Stupefy" she hissed under her breath and the muggle promptly collapsed onto the pavement. "Wonderful", Calypso carefully dragged her muggle of choice into her hidden alley and began transfiguring his various body parts to look like Tonks.

It was slow grueling work, having to make sure everything was perfect while stupefying him over and over at occasional intervals.

"There," Calypso said finally, then she carefully poured a thick red potion to treat warts on him. Not because he had bad skin, but because it looked like blood.

She smeared it all over his face, then banished half of his arm and poured 'blood' there too.

Carefully, Calypso stepped back to look at her work. A few tests and people would know this was a bunch of crap but it only had to last long enough to fool the ministry until she found Theo and they got out of there.

First things first were to go to . And easier task than done obviously since it was well past midnight by now and dawn was approaching. Her best bet would probably be to take the muggle train but who knew what kind of riffraff there was this early up.

Even in the wizarding world, the sunrise was full of criminals and the homeless or poor. She couldn't imagine what it would be like in the muggle world where everyone acted like an animal.

But what choice did she have honestly?

So there she was, trying to figure shit out at a broken ass train ticket machine.

Slowly, she dropped 3 sickles into the coin dispenser, hoping against hope that the machine wouldn't notice the difference.

Low and behold, it doesn't.

Ha, she thought to herself quietly. Serves the muggles right for having horrible dispensers and technology.

Finally, after much rattling, one ugly blue piece of paper spewed out with the train and seat number and blah-blah-blah on it.

Gradually, Calypso ripped it away from the dispenser and marched to the stairs leading to the underground train.

"Tickets ma'am?"
"Here," Calypso said stiffly, carefully giving the old man her ticket without touching his gnarly fingers.

"Don't want me to touch you eh?"
"W-what?"

The man looked at her and lowered his black rim glasses to his mustache. "Yeah t'as right, I know you're one of those pureblood elitists"
"I-"
"I used to be one of 'em too" he sighed, "It'll get ya nowhere, trus' me. I los' every'in after the firs' war, my wife, my children, my job...now look at me"

Calypso inwardly cringed. She would never be like him, ever! Stuck in the muggle world, without money, regretful of her past actions.

"Don't believe me?"
"...Not really"
"That ain't my problem. But remem'er me, say… twen'y ''ears from now. I'll get you a decen' job"

"Decent.", Calypso glanced around at the dusty underground station. "Sure." and she quickly walked away, trying to put as much distance between her and the ticket handler.

She sat down on a nearby bench, far away from the mobs of criminals, and after making sure her wand was very accessible in her robe sleeve, she began to relax.

Nothing much happened as the train arrived and she boarded, though she did make sure to sit far away from a heavily built man bragging about raping his daughter. Disgusting.

He was the least of her worries though. She was sure she had missed her station at least once already and was extremely hesitant on asking for help...which caused her to resort to getting off each station and checking for the old rundown department store.

And just as fate would have it, the last stop she checked was the correct one. Wonderful.

So there she was, slowly walking to the abandoned store trying to look unsuspicious. Though with her auror robes, she shouldn't have bothered.

Quickly, she knocked on the mannequin window still and patiently-kinda, waited for it to melt away.

Then she walked in casually obviously.

"Hello?"
The welcome witch glanced at her weirdly.

Probably because the polyjuice potion had worn off already. "Can I help you?"
"I need to see Dawlish urgently, please. He was brought in a few hours ago?"

The Welcome Witch glanced at her suspiciously. "Only family may visit. Are your family?"
"I-"
"No, you're not so scram"

"I'm an auror! Minister orders" Calypso tried to say importantly, tapping her wand against the auror crest on her robes.

"Out!"

"I told you, Minister orders"
"You have three seconds until

"Ugh…." Calypso groaned and walked out again. She needed to figure out a better plan before the healers found out that Theo wasn't Dawlish. Technically, they might already know anyway but….whatever she needed a plan.

But this was getting ridiculous. The Welcome Witch said the family only, did Dawlish even have family?! And even if he did, how was Calypso supposed to impersonate his wife or children or at least owl? How was she expected to be an owl!

Well, now she was being ridiculous. First, she had to break into his house which seemed easy enough. All the childless ministry officials stayed in the same part of Magical Britain provided to them by the Ministry of Magic with a deduction on their bill. She could only assume that Dawlish was that kind of lazy, children hating dude.

...

Turns out he was.

Almost immediately after reentering the apartment complex, a HELPFUL welcome lady pointed her in the right direction. Take some pointers .

Level two, three doors to the right. Not that she was complaining but this place needed better security. Not a single guard or house elf stopped her.

"Knock knock knock"
"Come in babyyyyy," someone says from inside. "Are you feeling sexy tonight?"
"...this is an auror from the Ministry of Magic to inform you that your….husband is very unwell and in ," Calypso said in her most professional voice that she could manage without barfing.

"Oh! But I had such a looooooooovely evening planned just for the two of us! Don't be kidding with me like that honeyy"
That's it. Bleh. "r-right" Calypso swished her tongue in her mouth, desperately trying to not taste the barf. "I'm going to need you to open the door right now or face being arrested"
"Aww don't be like that!"
Calypso rolled her eyes and readied her wand at the door so when it opened, she could blast the bloody woman away.

Creak…..

"Stupefy!"

Calypso let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and carefully tried to take the woman's hair without seeing her...which resulted in a broken vase. Great.

Sighing, Calypso forced herself to look and the vulgar outfit and plucked two strands of brown hair from Miss Dawlish's scalp.

Then something hit her. She didn't have any polyjuice. Oh great, just great. She supposed she could buy some from the dealers inside the neighborhood but that was stupid. It could be fake...or useless….or expired….but what choice did she have? Seems like that was the excuse for a lot of HER bad choices today but whatever.

Calypso quickly dragged Miss Dawlish into a closet and bonked her on the head with the broken vase just in case. Perfect.

Time to go illegal shopping now.

Calypso ran down the apartment steps two at a time and ducked into a nearby alleyway, stumbling upon a large bag of cauldrons.

A second later, the sound of someone apparating made her jump back. "Whaddya doin' with my stuff!"
"What? You're stuff?"

He was a small man and extremely dingy, but the cauldrons caught Calypso's attention. If he had cauldrons, he ought to have potions right?

"Whaddya want lady?" he had a stick stuck in between his teeth and had a slightly balding head of straggly ginger hair. Looked a little bit like the Weasleys- or at least someone from the blasted Order.

Calypso forced herself not to gag again. "Polyjuice"
"A hundred galleons"
Calypso glared at him and studied the way he was using his body to hide her from sight. "Ten or I'm going to someone else. I met someone on the way here who was offering some for 5 galleons but you looked more trustworthy" she lied hopefully.

"'Eard that story an effing million times. Fifty"
Calypso hesitated for a moment. She hated to put a price on saving Theo but 50 seemed to be a bit of a stretch. "Forty"
The petty criminal grinned, revealing a set of crooked, yellow teeth. "Deal"

Calypso pulled out her purse and held out her hand. "The potion?"
"I want yer money firs'"
"No! Let me see your potion"
"I've done this for years lady. Not gonna scam you"
"Of course you are" Calypso retorted.

"So sticky. Nev'a gonna get a boyfrien', talkin' like yer are"
"I already have one thank you very much. And he works for the Ministry so if you don't hand me that potion right now, I'm calling him"

Calypso grinned when the flask of brown liquid, touched her hand and brought it up to her nose. It smelt disgusting and evil, just as polyjuice should.
"Nice doing business with you" and handed him a handful of galleons.

"I'm gonna need thir'y more"
Calypso rolled her eyes and sprinted back towards the apartment.

Once she was safely in Dawlish's apartment once more, she mixed the hair and potion together to create a blood-red liquid.

Pinching her nose, she gulped it down and walked back out of the apartment looking like Dawlish's wife.

AN: the edited version of the whole story is on wattpadd under 'theeyz'

There's a more developed plot in that version so i recommend u check it out