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-The Charm Bracelet-

Part 10

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The incantations are complex, and require absolute concentration. Any distractions can have destructive effects. When performing the spell, it is necessary to wait until the moon is beginning to wane, and to finish before the down breaks. Mispronunciations are unacceptable, and could have undesired results. The form that a human takes is not their choice, but often an animal that relates closely to the persons character-

"Harry, do you mind if I turn out the light?" Harry glanced at the old clock across from him. It was already 12:20. He stuffed the book underneath his pillow.

"Nah, go ahead," But Ron didn't get up to turn off the light. He was looking at Harry questionably.

"What was that there? That you were reading," He sat up in his bed.

"Umm, nothing," He didn't want to share with Ron quite yet that he had the knowledge to become an animagi.

"Oh, really," He didn't look convinced, but didn't push it, probably not wanting to make Harry upset. People had been walking around him like he was a bomb, liable to go off ay second. Ron turned out the light, and made his way quietly back to his bed. 

"Night, Harry."

"Yea," Ron's breathing grew deep after a few minutes, and Harry reached over, turning the lamp back on.

Obviously, wizards knew about the New World long before muggles were aware of it. Ancient tribes worshiped animals, and believed that each species held its own humanlike character traits. The traits vary from tribe to tribe, but in general, they were similar.

A list of animals followed, consisting of many pages. His eyes were becoming heavy, but he willed himself to continue reading.

When spell are preformed right, the human will be able to change into an animal at will. Merely concentrating on the form that you are about to take will be enough to change, and once you are and experiences Animagi, it will become second nature. Upon first transformation, the human will not know what form they are to take. They must wait until the sun has set and the moon is visible, at least a day later. The human should concentrate only on the moon and will change into their animal form, often subconsciously. To transform back into human form, all they must do is visualize it.

The incantations looked difficult, meant for an advanced wizard, but he didn't care. He finally drifted into sleep, wondering what shape he would take.

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 Morning seemed to come far to early. Hermione must have left to have a shower or eat; Her bed was made neatly. Light seeped in from the small window that was covered with an ancient looking window hanging.

Ginny sighed. She went to bed shortly after Hermione had left the previous night, still thinking about Harry. She knew that she shouldn't let it get to her, he had yelled at his friends a countless number of times. How was this any different?

This wasn't.

That's right, She told herself, He was just being a spoiled little brat, who didn't know how to handle his feelings.

She couldn't accept that; she knew it wasn't true. He wasn't a 'spoiled little brat' if anything, she was, expecting him to treat her any differently than he would Ron, or Hermione. And he didn't know how to handle his feelings. Who would in his position?

She pulled her blanket over her head, wishing that the day were non-existent. That she was non-existent.

There was a soft knock on her door, probably Hermione, "Come in," She mumbled from under her blanket.

The door creaked open, and someone cleared their throat, "Ginny?"

Oh no.

She pulled the blanket away from her face just enough so that her eyes were showing. Harry was standing there with a book in his hand looking around sheepishly.

"Yea?" She said in a voice that came out much more nervous sounding than she would have liked. He looked down at her and smiled, though he looked embarrassed,

"Uhh. I-um, I just wanted to say, um, I'm … sorry, for. Uh, yelling, and …stuff," He looked more nervous than Ginny had ever seen him in her life. He had gone a bright shade of red, and wasn't looking at her, but at the floor.

"Oh." She didn't know what else to say. Her face split into a grin, and she sat up, not realizing that her hair was a mess, and she was still wearing a crumpled pair of pajamas. She self-consciously patted her head, pulling a few of the matted locks behind her ear, "I'm sorry to, I shouldn't have … you know," She didn't know what to say.

Silence.

"Uhh…"

More silence.

"What's the book about?" Harry looked surprised when she addressed him. He held the book away from his body as if it burned.

"Oh. Its … a book,"

"No kidding?" she joked.

He paused, as if trying to decide something, then sat on the edge of her bed, "Don't tell anyone, Ok?"

She was momentarily shocked, but nodded to the best of her abilities. He handed her the book and waited for her to react. The cover was worn looking, and leather bound. She opened it, and read the inscription.

"Harry…?"

"Yes?" He looked at her, grinning mischievously.

"Is this … really …?"

"Yes,"

"Oh my god! Oh, my … God!"

"I know!"

"When? Why? HOW!?" She was completely lost for words. She knew that people could become Animagi; she just never knew all the information came out of a book.

"Remus. He gave it to me for my birthday." She kept staring at the book, mesmerized.

"Does Ron know? Hermione?"

"Nope, just you an me. And Remus of course." He looked pleased that she was so excited, and scooted closer to her, as she made room, not taking her eyes off the book.

"How … When?" She knew that she sounded about as intelligent as Ron, but she didn't care.

"I don't know. It says that the spells need to be preformed when the moon is beginning to wane, and then you have to wait until the next night before you can transform. We can't do it for almost a month, but that gives us plenty of time to get ready!"

She was going through an information overload, but one thing that Harry said stuck out in her mind. We. That meant her.

"I … wow." She handed him the book, "How do you know what you are going to be?"

"You don't. You find out after all the incantations are completed. It has something to do with your personality."

"Hmm. What do you think that you are going to be?"

"I dunno. Here," He flipped though the pages, stopping near the end of the book, handing it back to her.

There was a list of animals, in alphabetical order. She scanned the first few pages, stopping and laughing at 'Dung Beetle.'

"'Dung Beetle: Often associates with a personality that has a passion for gossip and a disregard for privacy. They beetle is known for surviving from other creatures waste.' Does that surprise you?" She giggled. Harry smiled.

 "Would never have guessed. Our good friend Rita always seemed so … Kindly towards my personal life."

They spent the next few minutes looking though the book, laughing at what peoples animal equal would be.

*

Harry and Ginny came into the kitchen laughing good-naturedly about something. Hermione looked up from her oatmeal and gave Ginny a look, which she returned with a smile. Ron, who had been reading an 'interesting' advertisement from an issue of his mothers Witch Weekly Magazine about Wrinkle Removing Spells, Potions and other magical beauty treatments looked around confused.

"Umm, did I miss something?"

"You often do," Ginny said, taking a seat next to him. She pulled the pot towards her, and poured some of the brown mush into her bowl.

He stuck out his tongue, but turned back to his reading. There were gruesome 'before and after' pictures of witches who had horrible wrinkles sagging down their faces, and then in a picture right next to it they looked at least 90 years younger.

"Do you think that's same witch?" He passed the article to Hermione and pointed out a particularly old, short looking witch whose face was comparable to a used napkin. The after picture was of a witch who looked like she was in her mid twenties, wearing revealing robes, and smiling brightly at the camera, waving at him.

Hermione glanced that the picture, choosing not to say anything, but rolling her eyes in his direction. Ginny giggled, pulling the magazine out of his hands. "Ron, this is a complete scam, you know."

"They can't do that, there's laws against fraud." He said, taking back his magazine. The younger looking witch stood up, revealing that she must have been a whole three feet taller than the old witch.

"Riiight, Ron," Ginny rolled her eyes in a way that Hermione normally would. He decided that they were becoming to good of friends.

"Oh, no. I'm out of bread and flour." His mothers voice broke in. She had just emerged from the pantry with a can of something, "I guess I have to go to the market."

Ron's face lit up. He had never been to the muggle market; his mother would always buy her groceries from Wizarding retailers. Maybe, just maybe she would-

"No, Ron, you can't go." She said sternly, looking at her youngest son.

"But-"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because I said so! Your too young to be wandering around Muggle London, by yourselves!"

"But I'm 16!" He whined, Hermione snorted into her oatmeal, "And Hermione would come! She's responsible, and she grew up as a muggle so she would keep up out of trouble!"

                                                                                                      
She looked at Hermione who was staring at her oatmeal with pink cheeks, and then back at Ron.

"Pleeease?" He put on a would-be puppy dog face, but the glimmer of excitement in his eyes ruined it. His mother sighed, and then threw up her hands.

"Fine! Fine, you can go. But-" She said, seeing at Ron's look of victory, "-You must to go with Charlie or Bill. I would feel much better if you were with someone who was armed."

Ron wasn't crestfallen. He jumped up, tossing the magazine onto the table.

"Where are they?"

"Living Room, I think." She said, "But…"

Ron didn't hear the rest. He ran out of the kitchen, hurdling over the troll foot umbrella stand, and raced into the living room, panting for air. His oldest brother was sitting on the overstuffed sofa, reading a thick novel, and Charlie and Tonks were listening to the instant replays of last nights Quidditch game (Tutshill Tornados vs. Braga Broomfleet) they all looked up at him with puzzled looks.

"I-Mom- of age …" He took a deep breath.

"Spit it out, Ron. Breath," He inhaled deeply.

"Mom said that we could go to the Muggle market, but we had to go with a wizard, or witch-" he looked at Tonks, "-that was of age. Will one of you please come? PLEASE!"

They continued to stare at him, like he was insane, but Tonks began to laugh, "Yea, sure. I know the area pretty good,"

"Yea, I'll go too." Bill said, earning a snort of laughter from Charlie. He glared at him but turned back to his youngest brother.

"When do you want to leave?" It had just occurred to him that he hadn't asked everyone if they wanted to go. Well, I'm sure they do.

"Umm, I'll be right back," he once again bolted out of the room, and into the kitchen.

"Tonks and Bill will go with us. You all want to go, right?" Ginny and Hermione nodded. It took Harry a second, but nodded as well, "Great. When are you gonna be ready?"

"About half an hour?" Hermione looked around the table, and when there were no objections, "Yea."

"Ok," and for the third time in about a minute, he sprinted from the kitchen to the living room.

"Half an hour," He panted.

"M'kay," Bill said, not looking up from his book, Tonks nodded

"Great," Ron walked (He was too tired to continue running) back to the kitchen.

"So. What do we have to buy?" He asked excitedly. Hermione was laughing at him, though he didn't know why.

"Bread, flour, some carrots, a few cans of beans and … oh here, let me make you up a list." She took some of the parchment off of the desk and started to write things down. Ron shot a look towards Ginny, who was taking her time eating her oatmeal.

"Ron," She said, putting her spoon down, "We have half an hour left. Please let me eat. Go do something to keep yourself occupied." She shooed him with her hand.

"Fine," He mumbled sulking out of the room, and heading up the stairs.

*

Tonks was surprised when Bill offered to go with them on a muggle London shopping trip. Charlie looked pleased with himself for some reason, unknown to the rest of the world. That was Charlie for you, he was surprisingly aware of everything around him, but rarely informed anyone. Though he had been known to resort to blackmail. It was a wonder how he ended up in Gryffindor; he had the perfect Slytherin profile.

"You not coming, Charlie?" She asked, trying to see past his mischievous grin.

"Uh, no. I think that I'll stay here and work on a few things. If you forgot, I am here for a reason, didn't just fancy a trip back home …"

"Oh, get over yourself,"

"Well, they obviously needed the best to f-" He stopped short, seeing Ginny standing in the doorway.

"Why are you here, Charlie?" She asked cocking her head to the side.

"It's nothing to worry about." Bill said before Charlie opened his mouth. Tonks laughed. She knew everything that was happening. They would find out soon enough.

"Are you saying that you don't want me here, Gin?" He said in a mock hurt voice.

"No. But you're hiding something, and I'm going to find out," She put her hands on her hips and looked at them determinedly.

They stared at her for a second, and then both of them burst out laughing.

"You, young lady," Bill gasped, "Must stop hanging out with Harry. You're starting to sound just like him!"

She opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but just turned an incredible shade of red, that Tonks had only seen Charlie or Bill turn on rare occasions.

"Err." She growled, clenching her fists and stomped out of the room.

"What was that about?" Bill wondered out loud, after the laughter died down. Tonks rolled her eyes. God, men could be dense.

"Nothing, I'm sure. I think that they're ready to go." She stood up followed by Bill.

"Bye, Charlie,"

"See ya."

In the hall way Ron and Hermione were shooting each other venomous glares, and Harry was sitting on an old bench, looking irritated and stressed; Ginny came from upstairs with a small black purse thrown around her shoulder.

"Mom gave us some muggle money." She said simply, "So can we just exit out the front door?"

"Yep, we're safe. Dumbledore being the secret keeper and all." Tonks said. Seeing she hadn't done much in the form of transformation in the last few days, she had tried to make herself look extra good today. Her face was smoothed out, and now was lacking dark bags under her eyes, and her hair was dark brown and black, falling in layers framing her face.

"Ok, lets go." Bill said, clapping his hands together in front of him, and opening the door. Ron pushed past, making sure that he was the first one out.

"Honestly, he's like a twelve year old being set loose at Honeydukes," Hermione said under her breath, but Tonks could see that she was trying to conceal a grin. Ginny rolled her eyes, and left, followed closely by Harry, who was telling her vividly in a quiet whisper why Ron and Hermione were fighting.

" … And he once again brought up the topic of … writing letters still … "

"Oh my god!" Ginny said loudly, the entire group turned to look at her, and she blushed, while Harry laughed.

It was about a five-minute walk to an outdoor market, filled with people buying food and other little knick-knacks from various booths.

"Ok," Ron said, apparently forgetting that he was mad at Hermione, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close. She didn't look like she forgot, as she was yanked forward she had a confused and irritated look on her face, though it soon melted away as he leaned close to her, pointing out various items on his mothers list, "I say that we split up. What do you think?"

"No, it's a big place. We should stay together. Ok look over there-" She pointed at a rather busy booth that seemed to be larger than the rest, "-I think that's where we can get all the vegetables and fruits."

"Ok then, there first," He said excitedly, dashing away, still holding onto Hermione's wrist. Ginny followed laughing while Harry was shaking his head, smiling.

Bill turned towards her, grinning, "Shall we follow?"

"I'm thinking that's a good idea," She responded watching Ron eagerly push through a crowd of busy shoppers, bouncing on the balls of his feet, trying to get a better look.

*

"CARROTS, CELERY, RHUBARB AND APPLES. FRESH FROM THE GARDEN!" A man was calling loudly over sea of people, holding up various produce products.

Ron and Hermione had some how pushed their way towards the front, where Ron was excitedly looking around, like a child.

"Hermione, look at that one, she kinda looks like Tonks did the first time that we met her. See the hair?" Hermione rolled her eyes and brought a hand his back, directing him away from a teenager with bright pink hair, giving him an odd look.

"Ron. Don't refer to these people as "That one," They're just like me or you. Well, maybe not you, they are pretty smart…"

"Hey!"

"I'm just kidding!"

"Sure you are … ok, first we have to get two dozen carrots, and celery, and six pounds of potatoes. SIX POUNDS?" He brought the list close to his face, examining the words, "Hmm, that's enough to feed an army … OHH! Right." He realized what he had said.

Hermione was holding onto his shoulder to keep from falling over form laughter. She knew that he was smart, he just wasn't that aware of the world around him at times.

"Ok, com'on. Did Ginny give you the money?" He said bitterly, as Hermione continued to giggle, but pulled out a few notes. They eyed the produce, and Hermione paid for it a few minutes later (Ron was absolutely amazed by the cash register) and found the rest of their group waiting at a flower cart.

"Ok, we have the fruits and Veggies. Did you get the flour, bread and dinner rolls?" Hermione asked importantly. Ginny nodded towards Harry who was holding a plastic bag, "Good, we're done."

"But … I wanna look around." Ron gave her a pleading look. She rolled her eyes, but turned and looked at Bill. He nodded.

"Sure, we can stay for a while."

"YES!" Ron pumped his hand in the air, "Com'on, I saw a muggle with a guitar over there," He grabbed Hermione's wrist once again, and pulled her back into the bustle of the market.

*

They stood by the flowers, watching Ron tug at Hermione's arm and directed her towards a guitar player across the market. Bill grinned, shaking his head a little, "That kid's got it bad," He said to Tonks, who was eyeing a few of the flowers. She looked up at him and nodded.

"You noticed that too, huh." She was smiling slightly, watching Ron push through people, still holding onto Hermione, "Meh, been there."

She looked away, turning back to the flowers, leaning down to sniff one of the smaller bouquets, tucking a lock of dark hair behind her ear, "I love lilies," She sighed half heartedly.

"Really? I didn't know that," She was looking at a gardening handbook, flipping though it and laughing about how it must be tough to be a muggle.

"Yea, totally. Herbology was my favorite subject," She put the book down and looked out into the market, "You know, I didn't live to far from here. I use to come down with my mother and buy bread; she didn't like to bake." Her eyes glasses over, and she looked into the main market area, as if she was remembering something. He looked out to crowd as well, watching the people rush by, talking noisily, and carrying heavy bags. They didn't care about the Dark Lord; they didn't even know he existed.

He envied them.

"Bill … Bill … BILL!" He turned at the sound of her voice. She was smiling and giving him a curious look, "What were you thinking about?"

"Uhh, nothing. You said that you liked lilies?"

"Yea …" He turned to the earthy looking flower seller.

"I'll take those," He pointed at the bunch that She had been looking at earlier, he turned around and grasped Ginny's shoulder, "Hey, give me a few notes." She looked at him questionably, but opened the purse, passing him the money.

"Bill … you don-"

"I know, but I want to," He grinned, and she blushed.

"Thanks," he handed her the lilies, and watched her admire them. She smiled leaned over to hug him, and to his surprise, kiss him lightly on the cheek.

"Your welcome," He smiled noticing Ginny and Harry exchanged a look. Ginny whispered something into his ear, and then announced that she was going to try and drag Ron away from the street player.

Yea, he was lucky to have such an aware sister.

*

Ron was staring at the musician, who was playing a soft song, in awe, watching people walk by and throw money into his case. His hand was still gripping Hermione's wrist, but she didn't mind. She was actually quite happy to be alone with him, but with enough strangers around so there was no tension between the two of them.

She wished that she could really be alone with him and still be this comfortable.

As friends, of course.

His grip started to loosen, and for a moment, she felt her heart fall to her knees, but quickly regained her composure. Something odd happened, she felt his fingers fumbling for a second, and then slid down her wrist, making their way across her palm.

She was frozen, and probably couldn't move if she wanted to. She didn't.

Miraculously, his fingers found their way between her own, and equally miraculously she built up the courage to tighten her grip. She squeezed lightly, and felt a bolt of electricity shoot through her. She was holding his hand.

"There you are, we thought that we'd lost you!" She could feel her face burning, her hand pulled away at the exact some moment of his. She wheeled around and saw Ginny pushing through a crowd of spectators, "It's a good thing that we could see Ron's hair."

Harry followed her, looking a little harassed, "It's a freaking ZOO here." He straightened his glasses and looked at Ron then Hermione. He turned towards Ginny, who smiled, and shrugged her shoulder.

"Anyway, we should probably get going, I told Bill that I would come find you,"

"Umm, right. Ok," Ron said, As Hermione walked briskly past him, between Harry and Ginny. Did that just happen?

She glanced behind her. He looked confused, hurt and guilty at the same time. She smiled slightly, feeling her face go pink once again. He grinned bashfully, and looked away.

God, he was cute.

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