Summary: *Sequel to The Boy Who Lived Again: Switch Naturally, Harry thought all would be back to normal once he switched back, but since Voldemort has returned, betray is on the horizon as old friends become new enemies. H/H
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
Editor: Bob Martin
The Boy Who Lived Again: Metamorphose II
Chapter 7: Bye 'ittle Ronniekens
Ron walked into the Hospital Wing pink faced and burnt. Since he was a red head, he had very fair skin that no matter what he did never tanned. All of the Weasleys had this problem causing them to appear ghost white under there red hair. His mother always kept a constant supply of Ms. Margo's Magical Sun-B-Gone just for this purpose, but now he had to see Madame Pomfrey for even this simple potion.
Madame Pomfrey was sitting at her desk concentrating on some paper work; yet when he came in; she quickly got out of her seat leaving her work for another time. Before he could tell her, his problem, Madame Pomfrey had wiped out her wand and as a greeting stated, "Well, I am glad you walked in for a change. So, what have you and Mr. Potter done this time to get sent here"?
At the mention of Harry, Ron turned even redder and squirmed out of her wand point. He tried to keep his calm, but when he spoke; his words were more like a growl than his normal jovial tone. "Madame Pomfrey, I just came here to ask if you had any potion for sunburns."
She quickly put her hands on her hips looking irritated. "Well, Mr. Weasley if you did not want my assessment, then you did not have to come." Yet, she still went to work on trying to find the potion for which he asked for.
She walked over to her large medicine cabinet, and started rummaging through it. "You and Mr. Potter are using up my supplies of potions to no end..." At first she went through it fast and irritated, yet the longer it took her, the more she forgot that she was mad at him. She kept looking for the bottle, yet appeared to be unsuccessful. "I know I have it somewhere. Denis Creveey just used it yesterday. That boy does not know to put on sun tan potion when he goes swimming no matter how many times I tell him." She stopped rummaging around and brought out a big bottle. She opened it up looked inside, then looked back at the label, and finally frowned. "It appears that we are out of the potion right now, but I do have something similar that will stop the irritation."
She closed that cabinet and walked over to another cabinet a little smaller that held bottles of unique sizes. She picked a smaller bottle. "Now, this potion reacts different to each person that takes it, yet it shall work to appease the irritation." She turned to her desk with the small bight blue bottle. It was in the shape of a small Coca Cola bottle that might go on the end of a Muggle key chain. She pored the contents into a drink goblet. Ron took the cup with a small thanks, and with one gulp; he swallowed the potion down without any thought.
Instantly he felt a tingling going through his body. It went up his spine causing the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He closed his eyes as the sensation continued until it hit the bottom of his feet. He opened his eyes quickly to the sudden feeling of cold causing Madame Pomfrey to jump a little in shock.
"What?" he asked her confused.
Madame Pomfrey kept her eyes fixed on him still wearing a started expression.
"I have never seen that potion have such an effect on a person."
"What, did it turn me ghost white or something?" Ron asked sarcastically.
While handing him a mirror she had just conjured, she stated. "Quite the opposite, Mr. Weasley."
When he looked into the mirror, he was shocked to find a different person looking back. His skin was no longer ghost white; rather he was a nice golden tan. Also, his complexion was even without the hint of the dark freckles that use to haunt him. He looked down at his hands to find that not just his face had changed, but his whole body was not the same color. He looked back in the mirror and was pleased to see that his hair had become considerable darker as well. It was now a deep Auburn color that heavily contrasted with his traditional Weasley red. Yet, that was not the biggest difference in his appearance. Against his now tan complexion, his bight blue eyes were stunningly apparent. They were the first thing you could see, and the last thing that people use to notice.
Ron smiled at his reflection pleased. He had not expected this change, but now that he thought about it, it was just what he needed to start a new. He looked one more time in the mirror and stated, "Goodbye 'ittle Ronniekens" before putting the mirror down with a crash.
*
He left the hospital wing with a newfound confidence. He had always been "one of the Weasleys", but now he was his own person. He had his own look, and no one was going to stop him from getting what he wanted. All his old worries, all his old fears had been left at that Hospital Wing, and now he was ready. He was going to make his move.
Dinner had already started in the Great Hall, and Harry and Hermione sat at the end of the Gryffindor table secluded. The girls of Gryffindor, when they would look at her, where all staring daggers at Hermione, and the guys where all looking on jealously at Harry.
While staring at Harry, Hermione propped her head up and stated tiredly, "Well, this day did not go as I expected it to."
After Ron left, Harry had gone up to Hermione's room and took her away from all of the chaos. They had spent the whole day in seclusion, and it was all thanks to their best friend Ronald Weasley. They had come to the conclusion that like always Ron had over reacted. After much debate from Hermione, they had decided to give him another chance, and try to make amends with him, but first they had to find him.
Harry picked at his food and answered riley. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Yet, it's all my fault. If I were not so famous, we would not be bothered in the slightest bit, but no, everyone is interested in the Boy Who Lived social life. You know if Ron wants my life so bad, he can have it because I am tired of it. I am bloody tired of this."
Under the table, Hermione took Harry's hand and rubbed it with her thumb. "I know, I know."
Suddenly, the big double doors opened up. A tall man with auburn hair and startling blue eyes walked through the doorway. He had an evil grin on his face, yet appeared to have Gryffindor emblem on his clothes.
Hermione was the first to recognize who the man was. She leaned in close to Harry. "Harry, its Ron, I don't know what he did, but that is Ron."
Harry had to shack his head to make himself stop staring. When he finally got to his senses, Harry called out, "Hey, Ron" over the crowd.
In response to Harry's call, Ron looked straight at them and gave Hermione a cheeky wink. Promptly, he walked away from them appearing to be headed to a different table.
Hermione leaned over to Harry, "Where is he going?" Yet before Harry could respond, Ron answered for him. He walked straight over to the Slytherin table and like in slow motion creped straight up to Draco Malfoy. Draco turned in his chair with his usual superior grin as Ron approached him. Ron stopped directly in front of Draco, and extended his hand. Draco took his hand with a smile and he gave it two slow shakes appearing as if a deal had been sealed.
Harry looked on in awe as he saw his best friend greeting his most hated enemy. He kept thinking, 'This must be a dream... No a Nightmare... This can't be happening.'
Before Draco let go of Ron's hand, he asked, "Are you in?"
Ron smiled evilly back and replied, "I'm in."
Draco released his grip and with one hand movement made the Slytherin student that was sitting in front of him move. While he affair the seat to Ron, Draco stated, "Welcome, my brother. Sit and eat because we have a lot to discus later."
Ron took the seat that was affair gratefully. His back was to the couple not allowing him to see how stunned and hurt they really were. He had finally made his stand. For the first time in his life, he was being accepted not for his family, not for his friends, but for being himself.
*
Hi ya'll, I hope its ok. I have a Big test tomorrow, and this just came out on a break.
Monday
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
Editor: Bob Martin
The Boy Who Lived Again: Metamorphose II
Chapter 7: Bye 'ittle Ronniekens
Ron walked into the Hospital Wing pink faced and burnt. Since he was a red head, he had very fair skin that no matter what he did never tanned. All of the Weasleys had this problem causing them to appear ghost white under there red hair. His mother always kept a constant supply of Ms. Margo's Magical Sun-B-Gone just for this purpose, but now he had to see Madame Pomfrey for even this simple potion.
Madame Pomfrey was sitting at her desk concentrating on some paper work; yet when he came in; she quickly got out of her seat leaving her work for another time. Before he could tell her, his problem, Madame Pomfrey had wiped out her wand and as a greeting stated, "Well, I am glad you walked in for a change. So, what have you and Mr. Potter done this time to get sent here"?
At the mention of Harry, Ron turned even redder and squirmed out of her wand point. He tried to keep his calm, but when he spoke; his words were more like a growl than his normal jovial tone. "Madame Pomfrey, I just came here to ask if you had any potion for sunburns."
She quickly put her hands on her hips looking irritated. "Well, Mr. Weasley if you did not want my assessment, then you did not have to come." Yet, she still went to work on trying to find the potion for which he asked for.
She walked over to her large medicine cabinet, and started rummaging through it. "You and Mr. Potter are using up my supplies of potions to no end..." At first she went through it fast and irritated, yet the longer it took her, the more she forgot that she was mad at him. She kept looking for the bottle, yet appeared to be unsuccessful. "I know I have it somewhere. Denis Creveey just used it yesterday. That boy does not know to put on sun tan potion when he goes swimming no matter how many times I tell him." She stopped rummaging around and brought out a big bottle. She opened it up looked inside, then looked back at the label, and finally frowned. "It appears that we are out of the potion right now, but I do have something similar that will stop the irritation."
She closed that cabinet and walked over to another cabinet a little smaller that held bottles of unique sizes. She picked a smaller bottle. "Now, this potion reacts different to each person that takes it, yet it shall work to appease the irritation." She turned to her desk with the small bight blue bottle. It was in the shape of a small Coca Cola bottle that might go on the end of a Muggle key chain. She pored the contents into a drink goblet. Ron took the cup with a small thanks, and with one gulp; he swallowed the potion down without any thought.
Instantly he felt a tingling going through his body. It went up his spine causing the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He closed his eyes as the sensation continued until it hit the bottom of his feet. He opened his eyes quickly to the sudden feeling of cold causing Madame Pomfrey to jump a little in shock.
"What?" he asked her confused.
Madame Pomfrey kept her eyes fixed on him still wearing a started expression.
"I have never seen that potion have such an effect on a person."
"What, did it turn me ghost white or something?" Ron asked sarcastically.
While handing him a mirror she had just conjured, she stated. "Quite the opposite, Mr. Weasley."
When he looked into the mirror, he was shocked to find a different person looking back. His skin was no longer ghost white; rather he was a nice golden tan. Also, his complexion was even without the hint of the dark freckles that use to haunt him. He looked down at his hands to find that not just his face had changed, but his whole body was not the same color. He looked back in the mirror and was pleased to see that his hair had become considerable darker as well. It was now a deep Auburn color that heavily contrasted with his traditional Weasley red. Yet, that was not the biggest difference in his appearance. Against his now tan complexion, his bight blue eyes were stunningly apparent. They were the first thing you could see, and the last thing that people use to notice.
Ron smiled at his reflection pleased. He had not expected this change, but now that he thought about it, it was just what he needed to start a new. He looked one more time in the mirror and stated, "Goodbye 'ittle Ronniekens" before putting the mirror down with a crash.
*
He left the hospital wing with a newfound confidence. He had always been "one of the Weasleys", but now he was his own person. He had his own look, and no one was going to stop him from getting what he wanted. All his old worries, all his old fears had been left at that Hospital Wing, and now he was ready. He was going to make his move.
Dinner had already started in the Great Hall, and Harry and Hermione sat at the end of the Gryffindor table secluded. The girls of Gryffindor, when they would look at her, where all staring daggers at Hermione, and the guys where all looking on jealously at Harry.
While staring at Harry, Hermione propped her head up and stated tiredly, "Well, this day did not go as I expected it to."
After Ron left, Harry had gone up to Hermione's room and took her away from all of the chaos. They had spent the whole day in seclusion, and it was all thanks to their best friend Ronald Weasley. They had come to the conclusion that like always Ron had over reacted. After much debate from Hermione, they had decided to give him another chance, and try to make amends with him, but first they had to find him.
Harry picked at his food and answered riley. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Yet, it's all my fault. If I were not so famous, we would not be bothered in the slightest bit, but no, everyone is interested in the Boy Who Lived social life. You know if Ron wants my life so bad, he can have it because I am tired of it. I am bloody tired of this."
Under the table, Hermione took Harry's hand and rubbed it with her thumb. "I know, I know."
Suddenly, the big double doors opened up. A tall man with auburn hair and startling blue eyes walked through the doorway. He had an evil grin on his face, yet appeared to have Gryffindor emblem on his clothes.
Hermione was the first to recognize who the man was. She leaned in close to Harry. "Harry, its Ron, I don't know what he did, but that is Ron."
Harry had to shack his head to make himself stop staring. When he finally got to his senses, Harry called out, "Hey, Ron" over the crowd.
In response to Harry's call, Ron looked straight at them and gave Hermione a cheeky wink. Promptly, he walked away from them appearing to be headed to a different table.
Hermione leaned over to Harry, "Where is he going?" Yet before Harry could respond, Ron answered for him. He walked straight over to the Slytherin table and like in slow motion creped straight up to Draco Malfoy. Draco turned in his chair with his usual superior grin as Ron approached him. Ron stopped directly in front of Draco, and extended his hand. Draco took his hand with a smile and he gave it two slow shakes appearing as if a deal had been sealed.
Harry looked on in awe as he saw his best friend greeting his most hated enemy. He kept thinking, 'This must be a dream... No a Nightmare... This can't be happening.'
Before Draco let go of Ron's hand, he asked, "Are you in?"
Ron smiled evilly back and replied, "I'm in."
Draco released his grip and with one hand movement made the Slytherin student that was sitting in front of him move. While he affair the seat to Ron, Draco stated, "Welcome, my brother. Sit and eat because we have a lot to discus later."
Ron took the seat that was affair gratefully. His back was to the couple not allowing him to see how stunned and hurt they really were. He had finally made his stand. For the first time in his life, he was being accepted not for his family, not for his friends, but for being himself.
*
Hi ya'll, I hope its ok. I have a Big test tomorrow, and this just came out on a break.
Monday