The-Boy-Who-Lived-Again
Chapter Eight: The Hogwarts express
"Harry?" Ginny Weasley called "I'm supposed to give you a disguise. Come on up."
"O.K." Harry replied simply, walking up the stairs, and entering Ginny's room.
"Sit down on that stool over by the mirror. I'll think up some way to make you look different." Ginny suggested calmly
Harry sat. Ginny stood behind him, fiddling with his hair.
"I think you'd make a good redhead." Ginny said idly "and I think you need some more muscle."
Ginny rubbed some sort of hair solution into his scalp, and trimmed his hair. When she was satisfied with his hair's length, she started casting various spells.
Harry had shut his eyes and let her work. Though he felt oddly aware of everything going on around him. He could feel Ginny's breath on his neck, the occasional brush of her hair, and the constant feeling of a comb running through his hair.
"I'm done." Ginny told him. "Turn around and let me have a look at you."
Harry turned.
"Wow..." Ginny said softly. "Open your eyes and look in the mirror."
Harry did. He was surprised at what he saw. His black hair that he had let overgrow without a care had been neatly trimmed and combed back. And now it was red. His long and gangly figure had been broadened, and now he had muscles. And his scar was gone. His nose had shrunk, and so had his ears. His head had grown slightly larger, and his cheeks had fattened slightly.
The only things that looked the same about his face were those bright green eyes.
"You did well. Thank you." Harry told Ginny, causing her cheeks to color slightly.
"It was nothing. Really." Ginny said modestly
"Have you thought up a cover story yet?" Harry asked her "Because we would need a very convincing one with me. I'm about sixteen, and have no magical education or memories."
"You could have been hit by a memory charm. And your family abandoned you. Then we adopted you." Ginny suggested.
"That will work. Except the adopted part. I would need papers. Tell them that you found me and took me in. Make a really sad story out of it." Harry replied
Harry always found himself grinning after talking with Ginny. She was probably his only real friend left in this world.
Harry walked into the kitchen. Everyone went silent.
"Ginny? Who's that?" Ron asked stupidly
"It's Harry you twit. I disguised him." Ginny replied coldly.
"Oh." Ron replied.
After everyone made their comments on how Harry looked, they went back to their idle chatter.
At the arrival of Mr. Weasley, they all piled into the car. Or the van rather. Mr. Weasley had fixed up an old Volkswagon van, and adjusted it with magic. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat up front, Ron and Hermione sat behind them, and Harry sat next to Ginny behind Ron and Hermione. With all of the baggage, the car became quite cramped. Because of the odd angle Ron's trunk was stacked at, Harry and Ginny were squished together in the area only one person should be able to sit. Ron Hermione and Ginny all fell asleep. Harry however was physically unable. He just had to sit there with Ginny sprawled out across him like a cat on the hearth.
After a long drive, they found themselves at King's cross/ St. Pancreas station. Harry followed everyone through the station. After passing through turnstiles, and walking up and down steps, they found themselves staring at a wall. On the left side it said "9" on the right "10." Harry gasped as he saw Ron take off at a run towards the wall. And Ron passed right through it.
He finally understood. He ran through the wall, and found himself staring at a bright red steam engine. They loaded their baggage, and hopped on the train to find a seat.
"Harry?" Ginny Weasley called "I'm supposed to give you a disguise. Come on up."
"O.K." Harry replied simply, walking up the stairs, and entering Ginny's room.
"Sit down on that stool over by the mirror. I'll think up some way to make you look different." Ginny suggested calmly
Harry sat. Ginny stood behind him, fiddling with his hair.
"I think you'd make a good redhead." Ginny said idly "and I think you need some more muscle."
Ginny rubbed some sort of hair solution into his scalp, and trimmed his hair. When she was satisfied with his hair's length, she started casting various spells.
Harry had shut his eyes and let her work. Though he felt oddly aware of everything going on around him. He could feel Ginny's breath on his neck, the occasional brush of her hair, and the constant feeling of a comb running through his hair.
"I'm done." Ginny told him. "Turn around and let me have a look at you."
Harry turned.
"Wow..." Ginny said softly. "Open your eyes and look in the mirror."
Harry did. He was surprised at what he saw. His black hair that he had let overgrow without a care had been neatly trimmed and combed back. And now it was red. His long and gangly figure had been broadened, and now he had muscles. And his scar was gone. His nose had shrunk, and so had his ears. His head had grown slightly larger, and his cheeks had fattened slightly.
The only things that looked the same about his face were those bright green eyes.
"You did well. Thank you." Harry told Ginny, causing her cheeks to color slightly.
"It was nothing. Really." Ginny said modestly
"Have you thought up a cover story yet?" Harry asked her "Because we would need a very convincing one with me. I'm about sixteen, and have no magical education or memories."
"You could have been hit by a memory charm. And your family abandoned you. Then we adopted you." Ginny suggested.
"That will work. Except the adopted part. I would need papers. Tell them that you found me and took me in. Make a really sad story out of it." Harry replied
Harry always found himself grinning after talking with Ginny. She was probably his only real friend left in this world.
Harry walked into the kitchen. Everyone went silent.
"Ginny? Who's that?" Ron asked stupidly
"It's Harry you twit. I disguised him." Ginny replied coldly.
"Oh." Ron replied.
After everyone made their comments on how Harry looked, they went back to their idle chatter.
At the arrival of Mr. Weasley, they all piled into the car. Or the van rather. Mr. Weasley had fixed up an old Volkswagon van, and adjusted it with magic. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat up front, Ron and Hermione sat behind them, and Harry sat next to Ginny behind Ron and Hermione. With all of the baggage, the car became quite cramped. Because of the odd angle Ron's trunk was stacked at, Harry and Ginny were squished together in the area only one person should be able to sit. Ron Hermione and Ginny all fell asleep. Harry however was physically unable. He just had to sit there with Ginny sprawled out across him like a cat on the hearth.
After a long drive, they found themselves at King's cross/ St. Pancreas station. Harry followed everyone through the station. After passing through turnstiles, and walking up and down steps, they found themselves staring at a wall. On the left side it said "9" on the right "10." Harry gasped as he saw Ron take off at a run towards the wall. And Ron passed right through it.
He finally understood. He ran through the wall, and found himself staring at a bright red steam engine. They loaded their baggage, and hopped on the train to find a seat.