Take these chances to turn it around
Let's take these chances we'll make it somehow
And take these chances and turn it around
Just turn it around(When It Rains, Paramore)
"You've both gone mad, haven't you?" Ron laughed loudly as they made their way down the stairs of Number 12 Grimmauld Place towards the floo network. They have been sharing the house since Voldemort's eradication from the world two years ago and Harry, being well… Harry, shared the ownership among the three of them refusing to take no for an answer.
"I think it's a brilliant idea," Hermione said without looking at Ron. They silently walked towards the fireplace and stood in front of it.
"Are you sure you don't want to come with us, Ron?" Harry asked, fixing his Gryffindor tie. Harry and Hermione were both in their old Hogwarts uniform, both resized to fit their new adult bodies thanks to her.
Ron looked at them incredulously. "What? Come with you and risk being voted off as captain of the Cannons? No, thanks, mate. But, what I don't understand is why you need to ask McGonagall to change your appearances?"
Harry sighed loudly to this. "Because taking a break means no staring at the scar and pointing at her signature hair, Ron," he explained for what seemed to be the millionth time.
He nodded, still looking unconvinced. "You better go now, though, I expect she's waiting for you two."
The two nodded and Harry motioned Hermione to go first. She stepped inside and drew a handful of floo powder, "Ronald, please, please promise me that you'd stop yourself from letting this place grow as a rubbish bin." She didn't wait for his response as she yelled "Headmistress' office, Hogwarts!"
Harry clapped Ron's back, "Well, mate, you and Luna have the house for yourselves. But Hermione and I won't appreciate being uncles and aunts yet."
"What's that suppose—" Ron said when Harry grabbed a fistful of powder and followed Hermione.
"I should be the one telling them those," he whispered when his best friends were gone.
"So, Mr. Potter, you shall be Mr. Melvin Evans and Ms. Granger shall be Ms. Harmony Davis. You were both from an exclusive wizarding school here in Scotland. If someone will ask about it, you will both answer that you cannot give details about the said school. Now, you will both act as if I sorted you properly to Gryffindor here inside my office" she smiled, seeing the faces of her students sitting in front of her table. "You'd both be in your Seventh years and the rules would still apply."
The two sat side by side on the couch that Headmistress McGonagall conjured, the old Heads of Hogwarts peering down at them and smiling. Professor Dumbledore was giving them one of his twinkling looks, as if he knew this was coming.
"So, let's start with the transformation. What do you want, Miss Granger?"
Hermione stood up and thought for a moment. "I want, uhm," it was hard for her to think of something. Of course the first thing that came to her mind was STRAIGHT HAIR but it feels like she's trying to be someone she's not. 'That's the point,' she thought. Rolling her eyes inwardly.
"Erm, straight brown hair, brown eyes, err, it's up to you,"
McGonagall waved her wand in intricate patterns and Hermione changed right before their eyes. She grew an inch shorter, her hair was dirty blonde, her eyes were greenish brown and she has this sort of Italian feel. Then, the woman faced Harry, gesturing for him to stand up and explain what he wants to look like.
"Hermione?" he asked tentatively, wanting her say in the matter. He saw her shrug and can almost hear her say 'I don't know, Harry, I like you the way you are,' he smiled before eyeing his teacher and saying "Up to you, Professor."
A moment later, he was standing there with blue eyes, brown hair and his glasses, he noticed, weren't needed. His vision was perfect. He whipped around and saw Hermione looking at appraisingly.
"What do you think, Mione?"
The girl grinned, "You look… err… good."
"Right," Professor McGonagall said with her usual stiff tone, "You can change into yourselves if you want to, finite incantatem would do fine. Here are you time tables," she said before handing them a parchment each, "I'd properly introduce you in during dinner, now off you go to your dormitories,"
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AN: this chapter is basically an explanation of sorts, yep, and now I shall continue on. Thanks, btw, for the reviews, favs and alerts. I'm still looking for a co-author. Abygasm[atgmail[dotcom, aye?