Warning: Spoilers for Angel, Buffy season seven, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. – Relationship spoilers for the Half Blood Prince and Buffy.

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Chapter 8 Poly Juice Revealed

Hermoine was at The Burrow. It was strange being there in the holidays with Ron when Harry wasn't there. At least when Harry was there she could talk to him if she and Ron were fighting. Or if things got too intense between her and Ron she could use the excuse that Harry would be bored reading about Quidditch. Ron/ Slytherin Harry wouldn't hold Hermoine when she leant on and her suspicions of him increased. She shifted on the coach away from him, nobody but them noticed.

Ron/ Slytherin Harry was relieved to have his personal space back again. But he said nothing, so that Hermoine wouldn't think something was peculiar. Hermoine couldn't tell anyone, all she could do was wait for a letter from the Medi Witch at St. Mungos. Until then, she would have to pretend that everything was fine, which it wasn't; Hermoine tapped her fingers nervously on the chair. She was watching Ginny, Fred and George play exploding snap.

"Oh, I 'aven't played zat game in ages," Fleur crooned. Looking up, Ginny could see Fleur hanging off Bill's arm. The couple was still getting married even after Bill's serious accident. Biting her tongue, Ginny continued playing the game and pretended that she hadn't heard Fleur express interest.

Pig the owl flew through the window and skidded to a halt in the middle of theirn card game. Laughing, Ginny removed the letter from Pig and said, "thanks." Pig flew to the kitchen were he found a bowl of water.

"It's for you Hermoine," Ginny handed her the letter. Sitting up, Hermoine took it. Holding her breath Hermoine opened the letter.

Dear Hermoine,

I checked Ronald Weasley's blood type and DNA there is something wrong with it. It is his, but there is magical interference. This could be a problem. If you could have him sent to St. Mungos immediately, I would be glad to take further tests.

Medi Witch.

Hermoine stood and moved away from Ron. Shocked that her instincts were right. Yes, she was good at school and everything. But normally Harry was the guessing guy.

"What's wrong Hermoine?" a false smile from Ron/ Slytherin Harry formed.

"You're not Ron," she growled.

"Yes I am," Ron/ Slytherin Harry retorted.

"When Malfoy pulled Ron's hair it reminded me of our poly juice potion. You're a Death Eater on poly juice. I can't believe I kissed you!" Hermoine stepped forward to slap him.

"Hermoine, check your facts before you slap my brother!" Ginny roared. Hermoine glared, "I did check!"

Reluctantly Ginny agreed to read the letter from the Medi Witch. Each of the Weasleys red it and they were all furious. Mrs. Weasley locked all the doors. There was no where for him to run.

"There's one way to prove if he's Ron," Mrs. Weasley said.

"Yes, the questioning system. I told you we should use it on EVERYONE Molly," Aurther smiled. He stopped smiling when he realised how furious Molly was. Her rages were not a pretty sight, as anyone who'd seen Ron's howler would contest to.

"What are you afraid of?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Ah … puppets?" Ron/ Slytherin Harry asked, Ginny snorted.

"Wrong, Ron is afraid of spiders," Fred slapped his hand on the floor.

"Who are you?" Mrs. Weasley ordered.

"Fine, I'm not a Death Eater. I'm Harry Potter, just not your Harry Potter, I'm from an alternate dimension. I'm best friends with Draco Malfoy and I'm in Slytherin. Oh and by the way Ginny is dead which was not my fault. And Hermoine is too," Slytherin Harry explained.

"You'll tell us what you know about where Ron is. NOW," Arthur ordered.

"Why?" Slytherin Harry asked.

"Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition, do you really want that?" Hermoine glared at him, pointing her wand.

"Well I don't know what that is but it doesn't sound good …" Slytherin Harry sighed.

"It isn't," Hermoine agreed. The Weasleys interrogated him further, finding out about Ron's location at the Malfoy's, his plan to turn everyone against their Harry. After all this interrogation Harry turned back into Harry and he couldn't see anything. They wouldn't let him move his hands, to get a wand, or his glasses. So he squinted and slowly got a headache.

Slytherin Harry started screaming, "My arm!" Screaming and screaming in pain, Hermoine lifted up the sleeve of Harry's arm. There was a dark mark; the mark from his world was still capable of being called by Voldemorte. Everyone was shocked. Hermoine felt like slapping him again but he was already in so much pain.

Everywhere Death Eaters where being called, why, they did not know. Slytherin Harry didn't know what to do.