Back to the bath room in the Gryffindor boy's dorm; Harry had managed to calmed Ron down and successfully dragged him away from the mirror and thankly grabbed a near by towel and wrapped it around Ron and hid him behind the open door just in time before Neville and Seamus came running in.

"We heard you scream, are you alright?" began Neville and Seamus nod in agreement; he would have asked the same thing too.

Harry's eyes looked over to the door and quickly turned sharply away. He thanked every gods he knew existed that his two dorm mates; Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnegan hasn't notice the latent subject he stuffed behind the door, Ron.

"Harry is everything fine?" Seamus asked and Harry quickly looked up at him; a cold sweat broke on his forehead and he quickly smeared it away.

"Yes," Harry lied and his palms became sweaty.

"Harry, where is Ron? Is he okay?" said Neville and Seamus in union; both sounded worried sick if something was to happen to their birthday boy.

"I-I," Harry stuttered; he don't know what to tell the others. What could he say to them, he needed to say something that is casual and also the truth without alarming the others 'umm guys you know what eating too much candies before going to bed give you nightmare and oh by the way Ron turned into a girl. How's you're night?' Dammit could they handle it? It will be too much and too unrealistic?

Seamus and Neville looked up at Harry with wide questioning eyes awaiting his answer.

"I-," Harry failed to spoke once more. He couldn't tell them, he just couldn't.

"Where is Ron?" Seamus repeated suspicion mingled in his tone.

Harry sighed heavily and said "Ron, Seamus and Neville is looking for you come out, they wanted to see you. Why don't you show them your new look." And that had Neville and Seamus exchanged glances.

Ron took a big, deep breath and tightens the towel across his chest before stepping out of his hiding place; which was behind the bathroom's door.

And as he did Seamus and Neville grasped in astonishments.

"Ron?" Seamus grasped in disbelief staring at the girl in a towel; in nothing but a mere towel in a room filled with healthy, bold raging hormones boys. Well, he was speaking for himself.

Seamus doesn't want to gloat about this, but he must that he was the only boy in this room that had a 'normal teen' relationship with other girls. The other on the other hand deemed to be hopeless when it comes to love. Neville was too forgetful to have any sort of relationship and Harry's love life doesn't exist; well, he had this one crush on an older Raven- claw. Harry's love was unrequited and unreciprocated. Anyway a crush still isn't classified as having a relationship.

"Ron, look at you," Seamus began beaming; he can't helped the smile that played across his face.

Harry was prepared for the worst.

"Hi guys, yeah… I…I… know… I'm a girl," Ron squeaked his voice faintly small and feminine like tone; one hand waved slightly at them and the other hand clutching to his towel as if his life depended on it. It does!

"What happened to you?" Neville's eyes widen at the sight of Ron.

All he could remember was before going to sleep seeing Ron still fine; still a guy but when he wakes up Ron was a girl. One of the world's mysteries and candy before bed really wrecked your brain and gave you nightmares.

"Yeah, what happened Ron; you're a girl but ain't you a dude before?" Seamus asked

Ron was about to opened his mouth to say something but Harry beat him at it.

"Long story," Harry stepped in cutting the conversation short. He knew better for what are coming next; questions after questions and more questions. And what's after that? No prize for the correct guess; yes, more questions! Seamus Finnegan was known for his blabber mouth whatever anyone told him today; it'll be Daily Prophet news tomorrow, Seamus Finnegan is not a reliable person to confide your secrets to.

"No, its okay I liked long stories, do tell," Seamus smiled broadly liking this new Ron already; the body of course. Dammit he can't take his ogling Irish eyes off it.

"Seamus," Harry growled knowing too well the thoughts surged across Seamus' mind as those Irish eyes checked out on Ron "Alright, alright Harry chillax," Seamus stated.

Ron shivered slightly as the cold breeze blew past him…

"Seamus, don't tell me to 'chillax'!" Harry hissed through his gritted teeth and Seamus snickered, "Wow, down boy,-"

"Maybe we should get you into warmer clothes; in those you'll catch a cold," Neville spoke politely interrupting the other two's wrath.

Ron was discontent; that his bath was cut short because of those big wide red eyes that had suddenly appeared in the water.

Yes, those big red eyes; they're the cause of all of this. If it wasn't for them he wouldn't screamed and Harry wouldn't ran in and informed him that he was a she and that he wouldn't started screaming again and woke up Seamus and Neville who also came running in.

However, when Harry came in, they were gone.

"But, Harry the bath-" Ron stated he wanted to say that there was something in the water but had Harry convinced him that whatever in the water had vanished; nothing.

Ron shook his head; maybe he had imagined the whole red eyed things and maybe this whole thing being a girl was just one of his most feared nightmares and every thing would be fine when he wake up.

It was all just a bad dream.

Who is he kidding?

"You know, Ron's right," Seamus suddenly spoken breaking Ron's train of thoughts and having Harry's eyes narrowed at him dangerously.

But Seamus boldly continued, "The bath is too good to waste. Why don't we take a bath together," and Harry glared at him. "You know as a 'friend's night' or a 'buddy buddy's bond'?" Seamus shudders while undoing his pajama's top.

Three pairs of eyes narrowed at him, dangerously.

"Seamus," Harry hissed through his gritted teeth.

"Alright, alright I was only suggesting it," Seamus huffed in discontent.

"Wanting to see something, don't you Seamus?" Harry pointed out making the Irish blush sheepishly and Ron looked away.

"Right, Seamus you could have your bath. Ron, Neville and I are just going outside-"

"But,-"Seamus protested, "But nothing Seamus!" Harry snapped in his grouching- pissed off tone.

Seamus was about to opened his mouth to say something but Harry beat him at it. "Nah! Not a word, Seamus!"

Harry turned to Ron with a broad smile; his mood seemed to have changed rather quickly…

"Okay, Ron, Neville's right we'd better get you into something warm before you catch a cold or worse having 'Mr. I wanna see' having his ogling eyes all over you. We just leave Seamus some privacy to enjoy his bath," Harry said pushing both Ron and Neville out of the bathroom leaving Semus alone to have 'his bath'.

There no merits in it, with his having his bath alone.

"Hey, guys wait up!" Seamus called out buttoned up his shirt and ran after the other boys and girl.

Honestly, why is everyone so worked up with a bath? Haven't anybody heard of 'buddy buddy's bond' or 'hygiene'?

Seamus huffed…

It was the dead of night.

The heavy footsteps filled the Hall ways and shadows loomed over its walls. It was late that night when Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall specifically running about Hogwarts searching for their new arrivers.

They made a sharp turn around the corner meeting Professor Snape.

"Any sign of them, Severus?" Dumbledore began.

Snape shook his head "No, what about Flinch and Hagrid?"

"Haven't any luck finding them, set off to the Forbidden forest assuming they might be there," McGonagall informed. "Fang is sniffing them out; they'll send a red flare into the air if they found something".

"Wish they had more luck they we do," Snape merely rolled his eyes.

"It's like looking for a needle in a hay stack," McGonagall added. "Albus… this is ridiculous. We'll never find them at this sta-"

"Now, now Helen," Dumbledore began but McGonagall interrupted him. "NOW, Albus, I'll be appreciated if you stop calling me 'Helen' we're not fifth years anymore…you rather call me Minerva or McGonagall," She demanded in her utmost angry tone…

Geez…she was very worked up about it and Dumbledore accepted this…

"Well…Professor McGonagall," He began "Much better" McGonagall cut in

"Their presences are still strong. It's mingled in the air we breathe, they are still in Hogwarts grounds and we can't rest assured until they are found," Professor Dumbledore asserted.

"No, it's no good," said a sudden voice and all of them turned around to see Hagrid, alone.

"Any sign of them, Hagrid?" Dumbledore popped the question immediately wasting no precious time with greetings or delays.

"Nope, hasn't any luck finding them," he answered

"And Flinch?" "Said he take Fang back to the Hut after a few more laps," and McGonagall looked impatient with this…

"With the help we're getting, Albus, we need more to scavenge-"

"Helen," Dumbledore coughed "Professor McGonagall we mustn't alarm the others; the less they know the better," said Dumbledore.

"But, Albus, who knows what these people want from Mr. Weasley or what they'll do when they found him; the boy is in great danger, Albus" McGonagall informed the seriousness of the danger that encountered the life of her student. "Albus, they disappeared for over a decade and now showing up here IN Hogwarts. Who knows what they're capable of and what harms they will do to the students?"

"I'm aware of the seriousness of this situation. That is why we must find them before they found Mr. Weasley. And I can assure that your student wouldn't loose a single hair when they found him-"

"Is there something you're not telling us, Albus?" McGonagall questioning eyes pried for the answer. Hagrid was stupefied and Snape awaits Dumbledore to speak.

"Yes, I'm afraid that I haven't been honest about this," Dumbledore began. "The truth is…why the Celestial's warriors are looking for Mr. Weasley…because…he has come to the possession…he is what they need…Ronald Weasley is………

"A GIRL…nowwhat do they wear normally?" Harry asked himself the same question over and over for the last half an hour while going through the pile of clothes on the floor.

He had insisted all the boys to empty their trunks and pile up their clothes together in a small heap only to find Ron the perfect robes; all of his robes and cloaks are all too big for him now.

Harry sighed; pondering as he knelt down next to the pile of clothes and started looking through it again.

Harry picked out a red t-shirt, "too Gryffindorish?" he thought. He shook his head and threw it aside to the discarded pile (somewhere in the corner of the room).

"Really, Harry anything would be fine," Ron said over Harry's shoulders. He would be comfortable in anything, really, after being in a soaking wet, saturated towel for 40 minutes, anything WOULD be fine.

Harry huffed as he picked up some baggy cloaks, he threw them aside and dig deeper into the clothes.

Ron wasn't the only one edgy with Harry; Neville who stood and watched Harry for the last an hour also grew tired.

Neville looked most impatient, "Harry, honestly just pick something. Ron would be fine in anything-" "A HA!" Harry snapped with hands up high clutching either side of what looks like a fancy dress. "There Ron something decent for you," Harry stood up smiling as he handed it to Ron.

Ron just stared at it.

"What is it?" Ron asked eyes widen looking at the lilac blue one-piece gown with white laces adorn over its cuffs and collar.

"It resembled – I looked like something- what do you called them again?"

"That's a-" Neville began looking closely at the dress Harry was holding. Then, suddenly the light bulb in his head, beamed, "A night gown!" Harry frowned at Neville's priming theory.

Neville had no idea what's he's saying, to Harry's opinion, the 'thing' that he's holding is definitely a fancy looking robe…

"Come to look at it, it does awfully resemble a nightie," affirmed Neville.

And the wheels in Harry's head began to turn; come to think of it, Neville's presumption do sounded...well right

BLOODY HELL!

Harry look bewildered at Ron and Neville. "Who would wear a night gown?" because he DEFINTELY wouldn't. Never, not in this life and the next…He would rather die then to be caught wearing one.

"Not me," Neville corrected; Harry's eyes switched over to Ron.

"I'M IN A TOWEL!" Ron protested as he stated the obvious. Huff, why does everyone have to pick on him? It's not that great being in a towel, you know…huff…

That's three down; one more to go… and that leaves… only one person in this room…it's…it's

…

Harry sighed in frustration; dropping his shoulders as he spun round to face Seamus Finnegan.

"You wore this?" Harry asked with disbelief ranting the dress in his fist.

"NO, not any longer," Seamus corrected "It was my childhoods' night gown but once my cat peed on it and my parents wanted to chucked it but I refused to throw it away; so I kept it in the tuck only for safe keeping."

Harry yelped and dropped the nightie out of his hands in dismay.

He starts brushing his hands on his robes frantically wanting more desperately now to yank the germs of Seamus Finnegan's bloody cat's tinkle off him. 'Ewww…ewww…ewww' Harry sighed; he's making it worse now that it's all over his robes.

"I can't believe I touched it!" Harry bawled…that was very unmanly of him…

"Hey, I didn't know you're gonna touch it. I never expect it to fall into your hands. You insisted us to empty our trunks and piled up our clothes!" Seamus raged looking plum in the face… surely he didn't like people offending his infantry's gown.

"I don't mean every thing!" Harry shouted in an equal tone.

"What do you MEAN every thing?" Seamus look offended.

"Harry, Seamus PLEASE cut this out," Ron and Neville pled.

They were ignored.

"I meant grotty personal treasures; that shouldn't even be in the pile in the first place!" Harry shouted.

"Well, you should have been more specific then," Seamus huffed.

"I DID SO!" snapped Harry

"YOU DID NOT"

"I DID SO"

"DID NOT"

"DID SO"

"DID NOT"

"DID SO"

"DID-" "WILL YOU TWO JUST SHUT IT ALREADY!" Hermione bellowed as she came barging into their room ranting and raving; an act that resembled their Transfiguration's teacher; Professor McGonagall…

"HERMIONE!" Harry and Seamus grasped in realization of her presence. What in the heaven's gate is she doing here with Ron being a girl? As if it wasn't worse enough without her came barging in…Harry felt as though his coming down with a terrible headache…

Candies before bed, really wrecks your brains...

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