CHAPTER 3—MEMORY CHANGES


With that, they left to go get food.

Harry led the entire group to a small muggle restaurant outside of Diagon Alley near the Leaky Cauldron. He was hoping to keep from having more of this embarrassing story told. After asking the waiter for a table for 11, they were led to a private party room.
"I hope you don't mind sir, but it's the only place in the restaurant with that many seats."
"It's fine. Thank you."
Harry looked at the group of witches and wizards and quickly decided to order the special of the day for everyone. But unfortunately for Harry, no sooner had the waiter said that it would be about 30 minutes and left some appetizers and soda on the table, then the waiter left and the children brought up the topic once again.
"So, Uncle Harry? What happened next?" Celeste wanted to know.
"Well, nothing else much happened that day," Harry replied turning bright red.
"Nothing much happened THAT day," Ron repeated, but...


Harold and Virginia followed the three Weasley and Hermione to the Leaky Cauldron. Ron and Hermione followed suit when Fred introduced Harold and Virginia Evans as the sponsors for the twins' candy shop.

Later that night, Harold stared at himself in the mirror. "Virginia- no VERNON, Uncle Vernon is taking care of the ba- AUNT Petunia," He mumbled to himself. "I should let the do-Dudley back in. ARGH! I can't believe I'm doing this! He's my Uncle!" Harry exclaimed. He slammed the bathroom door shut on his way to go down stairs.
"Who's your Uncle, dear?"

Harry froze in place and turned to look wide eyed at his uncle. "What do you mean?" He asked her, shaking.
"Who is your Uncle? Are you alright?"
Virginia looked clearly concerned.
"Uncle Vernon," Harry started, "Don-"
"You don't have an Uncle Vernon, Harold, are you ok?"
Dumbfounded, Harold could only nod. He quickly went downstairs and let Dudley in. Then he sat down at the kitchen table to think.
"He really doesn't remember, I mean she doesn't, I mean- O I don't know what I mean!"
'whimper whimper'
Harold looked down to see Dudley leaning his head in his lap, whimpering and staring at him with doleful brown eyes. Harold reached down and scratched the do behind the ears. "I'm ok now, boy, I'm sorry. Come on, let's get to bed."
The two of them went upstairs. Shortly after Dudley had settled on the carpet and Harold had gotten into bed, Virginia joined him.

The next morning, Harold woke up early. The baby wasn't awake yet, so he walked in to see her. She woke up shortly after he went into the room and cooed at him, so he picked her up and carried her downstairs.
Not too long after tat, Virginia must have woken up because she came bounding down the stairs calling, "Harold, is our daughter with you?!"
"Calm down, dear! Yes, Petunia is with me!"
"Oh, good! Come with me, dearest," Virginia cooed to the infant, and took her into the living room.

That's about when Ron, Hermione and the twins decided to come through the fireplace. All four of them were quite surprised to see Virginia right there on the couch feeding Petunia. They quickly left her be and walked into the kitchen.
"Hi, Harry," Ron said. "We wanted to drop by and wish you luck before we left!"
"Oh, well have fun."
"Thanks, Harry," Hermione said and she gave him a hug.
"Hey, Harry, If my brother's spell doesn't wear off by the second to last day of August, tell Dumbledore!"
"Yes, please do," Hermione added.
Ron and Hermione left, completely oblivious to the confused looks that their friend was giving them. But Fred and George noticed.
"Hey, are you ok?" Fred asked.
"Yea, I'm fine, but what was that all about?"
"What do you mean, Harry?" George asked.
"Tell Dumbledore what?"
Fred and George exchanged a worried glance. "That we transformed your cousin into a dog, your Aunt Petunia into an infant and your Uncle Vernon into a woman?"
"I don't have an Uncle Vernon, and the only Petunia in my life is my darling daughter, whom my wife, Virginia, is currently feeding."
Fred and George exchanged another worried glance and muttered "Uh oh," in unison before disapperating out of there.


"You forgot who you were, Harry?" Tricia asked.
"Yea," he mumbled.
"Boy that must have been the most fun prank of all, Fred! Wherever did you come up with the idea?"
"Uhmm. Actually, that wasn't supposed to happen!"
Before any one could say more, the waiter brought in a large steak platter, a bowl of mashed potatoes, a bowl of corn and a basket of assorted fruits.

Once the waiter had refilled the soda pitchers and had gone, Mackenzie went over to her uncle.
"What happened next?"
"Well, your uncle George and I went back to our candy lab...


"O boy, that isn't what was supposed to happen." Fred murmured.
"What are we going to do?" George asked.
"I don't know."
"Well, they should turn back by the end of August."
"Yes, but what if something complicates it before then?"
"Like what?"
"George! They think that they are HUSBAND and WIFE! They have forgotten who the really are! Uncle and nephew! What if they do something that, well, that married people do?"
"O my word," George trailed off.
"If that happens and she becomes pregnant, it'll delay the timer for the spell to wear off, George."
"O my word."
Fred and George sat there thinking for a few minutes.
"I know! If they do have that problem, our timespeed drops should work! They make time speed up for the consumer!"
"Yea, but what about the complications that they don't like to slow down?"
"The spell clock for the original one should stop it!"
"True! You're bloody brilliant!"

"Of course, it turned out to be a god discussion to have."
"What do you mean, Fred?" Aimee asked, nervously.