Harry Potter and the Resurrection of Camelot
Chapter Six-Veronica Weasley
A/N: Longer chapter, hope it was worth the wait. This is really good IMHO, and I hope you also enjoy. This is some good stuff here, so God bless and enjoy!
Living in Hogwarts was an interesting experience for young Harry Potter. Hermione spent much time with the house elves in the kitchen trying to promote S.P.E.W., to little effect, but also spent some snogging time with Harry in front of the fireplace (when Ron wasn't around), which Harry enjoyed to a great extent. Being there with Hermione on his lap, and her lips on his...he sighed just thinking about it.
Why are you sighing? Ron asked with his mouth full of mashed potatoes in the Great Hall. Hermione was having breakfast with them, this time, and was also looking at Harry weirdly.
Er...nothing, just summer's almost over... Harry replied his face reddening.
Ron stated, Summer doesn't end for another two months! What's up?
Harry said, his face now an excellent shade of scarlet.
Oh honestly Harry, Hermione smiled at him, Thinking about Cho ag- she quickly checked herself. Harry knew that he had once had a year and a half crush on Cho Chang, but now, of course, all he thought about was Hermione Granger, and her brains, her face, and her lips, and there he went again.
Stop sighing Harry! Ron said sharply, obviously a bit irritated at the mention of Cho, who had been his girlfriend up until that summer, then for a reason Hermione had not yet told Harry, Ron had been dumped by her.
Actually, I was thinking about Mione, Ron, Harry replied.
Calvin and Hobbes, who had been quietly eating their oatmeal in the corner of the table, and finally Calvin sat his bowl down, You guys, let's just go down to McGonagall's, well, Hobbes' room now, and let's work on those Banishing Charms again.
Hermione said in that know-it-all voice that was actually quite lovely to Harry's ears now that he was in love, er like, with her, We cannot go there until after we do our N.E.W.T. practice papers!
Collectively, the table sighed.
Hermi said innocently.
Harry said, with what he thought was a smart grin, We really don't need to study for our seventh-year tests yet...
We shouldn't do this, Hermione said rather grumpily, as Hobbes lead them down the stairs (they all made sure to the jump the disappearing ones, as well as the ones that your foot sinks into) and they all soon found their way into the Transfiguration room.
Harry smiled and pulled out his wand, Banishing Hobbes into the wall with a flick of his wrist and the correct spell.
Hermione raised her eyebrows, You've gotten a bit better at this haven't you?
Harry smiled modestly, and Hermione slipped her arms around him and nuzzled her head under his chin.
Harry smiled, and realized that this was one advantage of being tall.
Meanwhile, Calvin and Hobbes had gotten into a Banishing war', so to speak, and Calvin ducked and the spell hit Harry James Potter directly in the back doubling him over, he knocked over Hermione Eliazbeth Granger, and still continued flying, hitting Ron and knocking him into some test tubes on McGongall's/Hobbes' desk.
Hobbes screamed.
The purple liquid from the crystal flasks poured on Ron, and he began a rather stunning change. His red hair grew out and his robes suddenly fit all wrong, his face shrunk, his legs did as well, and his hips pushed out a little bit more than they should on your average boy.
In fact, Ron had turned into a beautiful looking red-haired girl.
What happened? Ron muttered, and then yelped, My voice!
Hobbes and Calvin began sniggering uncontrollably, and Harry and Hermione joined in as soon as they saw Veronica sitting there, looking at himself in wonder, and feeling his ips, legs, chest, and hair.
he cried out.
So Ronniekins, Harry grinned, helping Ron up as best as he could without doubling over in laughter.
Shut up, Ron said very grudingly, and then looked at Hobbes for help, What can you do?
Hobbes smiled,
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN DO NOTHING? Ron yelled out at the top of his very high voice.
I mean, Hobbes answered good-naturedly, That I can do nothing...that mixture has never been performed before. I was going to fiddle with it to see if I could pick up something to use as a practical joke on Snape, Hobbes paused and then grinned ferociously, I did, didn't I?
Hermione said with a grin Harry found to be quite fetching, Ron fumed. What do you propose that we do now?
put in Calvin, Do you sleep in the boy's dorm or the girl's dorm?
Very funny, Ron said, his teeth now clenched extremly tightly, What do we do now?
Hobbes shrugged, I really don't know, Veronica, but I guess I'll notify Dumbledore and see what's up.
Ron clenched his teeth once again.
You're kidding.
It wasn't often that Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, was dumbfounded, but this was one of those times.
As he looked at Ron Weasley, who stood in front of him looking very much unlike what Ron Weasley normally looked like. Dumbledore shook his head, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes again.
This can't be happening.
Well, Professor, Ron said blitely, Trust me, it is! How long will this last?
The man who had discovered the twelve uses of dragon's blood, defeated Grindewald, dueledVoldemort face-to-face, and held in his office safe an Order of Merlin, First Class, shook his head.
Mr. Weasley, as Dumbledore mentioned that Ron was a mister, Harry wondered if that was the most correct title for the five foot eleven redhead in front of the desk, I've never seen a Gender-Changing Potion that worked on contact with the skin...you have to drink it, Dumbledore paused again, and used his finger to lift up his half-moon spectacles, Are you sure that you didn't swallow any?
Ron crossed his rather feminine arms and nodded, Yes, Professor, I did not swallow any potion.
You don't have to be so snippy, Dumbledore said with a grin that made the recent worry wrinkles on his face seem to disappear for a second...and then they promptly returned, While you're here, Ronald Harold Weasley, Hobbes White Siberia, Calvin Arrow, Hermione Eliazabeth Granger, and Harry James Potter; I may as well inform you on the latest doings of the Underground. Sit.
And with that, Professor Dumbledore pulled out his wand, muttered a charm () and the flower-patterned bench split into three seperate medium-sized benchs, and one larger chair that was obviously ment for two. With a ascussatory glance at the Headmaster, Harry sat down, and Hermione sat down next to him. They snuggled together as much as they were able to in front of thier teacher.
Dumbledore smiled once more at the couple, and a thought flitted through his brain that he ought to tell them why they had survived the Avada Kedavra curse. he decided to file that away in the storage bin of brain for later use.
I'll be blunt. Minister Weasley has decided, as Fudge did two years ago concering Voldemort's rebirth, to put the lid on the Avalon Incindent. This is especially alarming to me, as not long ago, we discovered that an entire mountain was blown away in Albania, Dumbledore paused, Where my brother Aberforth was mountain climbing. He, along with the mountain, was pulverized. Minute samples of DNA and WNA have been found.
Harry, who was feeling quite good since he was very close to the girl he...well, loved, but was perturbed at Dumbledore's mention of WNA.
Er, Professor, what exactly is WNA?
Hermione looked at Harry with a superior attitude he found annoying...two years ago, but now had accepted as part of Hermione's exquistine personality. After chiding himself for using such a large word as exquisite', Harry settled back to listen.
Wizard Nucleic Acid, Harry, she said, (but was really informing all of them), Every wizard leaves small samples of their wizarding levels all around them, wherever they go. They're extremly tiny, but can be used to-
That's enough, Miss Granger, Dumbledore cut in politely, but nonetheless Hermione turned a bright shade of red, and Harry found himself restraining of kissing her, right then and there.
snorted a very beautiful looking Veronica Weasley in the corner, who was (obviously) still quite upset about what the recent turn of events had done to his gender.
Dumbledore sighed, There will no funeral for him, poor soul. He left a will saying he didn't want a fuss. Never did want to be anything great. Always considered himself a speck in the dust.
Harry nodded along with the rest of the group.
In any event, Dumbledore composed himself remarkably well, With the Minister's digging his heels in, so to speak, we have reached a stalemate. Unless he is willing to devote at least a quarter of the Magical Law Enforcement Department, or the Department of Mysteries, which he has specifically told me he will never do under anay circumstances; we can do nothing.
Hobbes stared at Dumbledore blankly,
Dumbledore nodded empathetically, Nothing at all.
Hobbes shook his head and muttered something that sounded obscene followed by
Ron, who had obviously heard the remark, scowled and looked remarkably worse then he ever had before.
Later that night, after a particularlly good snogging session with Hermione, Harry went up to bed, after kissing Hermione again goodnight at the stairs and she went off to the girls' dorm; and found Ron Weasley, still wearing his school robes laying on the bed looking up at the ceiling in disbelief.
You OK Ron?
Aside from the fact I've been turned into a girl for Heaven knows how long? Ron retorted.
Harry, still a little light-headed from being with Hermione, sniggered a bit, Of course.
Now, Harry Potter had known Ronald Weasley for quite some time, a bit shy of six years, and a few hours longer then he had known the beautiful brunette Hermione Granger. was not really an answer to expect from him. And even if it had been, the tone of his voice, one of total defeat, and complete obilteration.
As Harry went into the bathroom to take a shower, he wonder what was wrong with his longtime friend. As soon as he had finished, and had changed into his pyjamas; he was determined to find out, so that maybe he could get a clear picture of what was going on.
Heck, maybe he could even help Ron.
As Harry came out, he noted that Ron was still looking up at the ceiling in a rather depressed fashion.
Ron, seriously, what's wrong?
Harry's mind naturally took him back to the last time he had a conversation like this with Ron. It turned out that Ron had crush on Hermione Elizabeth Granger, and was mad at Harry and Herm for quite some time.
It's Cho, Ron said sadly.
Now, Harry had been expecting Ron to go on ranting and raving abut being changed into a girl. Harry would have done the exact same thing in his situation. But bringing up his ex-girlfriend was another.
What happened? Harry asked. He realized that it wasn't exactly the most polite thing to say, but Hermione had promised to talk to Harry about it...and she hadn't. So Harry felt somewhat up a creek.
Ron's answer was a word, but fortunately for Harry, he continued, She thought I cheated on her with Lavander.
And with that Ron angrily lashed his hands out, and yelled Firos Minos!
Immediately, fire shot out of Ron's hands and smashed into the cabinet, engulfing it with flames. Harry raised his eyebrows and pulled out his pheonix feathered-cored wand and muttered
The cabinet's flames immediately faded and the wood reasserted itself as king over the ashes, becoming exactly as it had been only seconds ago.
Seriously, Ron, Harry continued, What's wrong?
Ron sank back into the bed, his feminine countanence looking rather disturbed.
Harry, remembered when Lavander put her arm around me at the End-Of-The-Year Feast a month ago?
Harry nodded, he also remembered Cho's blazing eyes, and was beginning to put two and two together.
She kissed me that night in the hallway in front of the Fat Lady, Ron said, sighing, And I was trying to fight her off, when, lo and behold, Cho comes along. She pushes away Lavander, and kisses me, so I think I'm off the hook. Then she slaps me so hard, tears started coming down my face; just from the pain of it, mind you. So, she looks me in the eye, and says No one messes with Cho Chang. I'm sorry, but it's over Ron.'
Ron paused, and Harry let what Ron had just said sink in for a minute, feeling extremly sorry for his friend.
Ron was closing his eyes, and when he opened them, Harry was almost sure he saw a drop of moisture come out of his eye, and slide down the redheaded young teenaged girl face, that wasn't his.
he sighed, I'd had so much to deal with until then, with Ginny... his voice trailed off, and Harry sat down on his bed to listen to his friend.
Then Ron started cursing, and went on in his tirade for a remarkable length of time. Harry begin to worry that Calvin and Hobbes, who had gone to sleep early after a trip in the Time Machine Hobbes would only describe as No comment, would awake, but fortunately, they did not. Finally he stopped as suddenly as he had started, and sighed.
Why me, Harry?
Harry sighed, he blinked his eyes a few times, and then answered the only thing he could answer, I'm not sure...what to say, Ron.
As Harry slipped into his covers, he was sure he heard Ron roll over, and mutter,