Chapter Fourteen

Plans and Potions

The first rays of the cold, winter sun crept over the low hill that lay a couple of miles away from the Burrow, awakening two sleeping young men. The red-haired man had retired to his bed some time before five in the morning, whilst the second had simply rested his head beside the form of a silently sleeping red-head. As the suns rays spilled onto his face, Harry Potter awoke with a start and quickly took in his surroundings. A sleeping Ron, a frozen Hermione, and Ginny, who was beginning to take on the appearance of a fresh corpse. Picking up a ball of old newspaper he rose and threw it across the room, aiming for Ron's head.

'Mate,' he said as his target was struck, 'get up.'

Instantly Ron became alert and jumped from the bed to stride across the room.

'Still no change then?' Ron asked, staring at Hermione's hidden face.

'No,' Harry sighed. He lent forward and brushed a strand of hair from Ginny's forehead, 'none.'

They both stared down at their loved ones, hoping to see any semblance of movement which would declare their state of health.

'What time did you fall asleep, pal?' Ron murmured to Harry.

'Dunno, not too long after you I guess,' Harry replied, rubbing one hand over his face. 'What time is it?'

'Time to go meet Hart's riot act,' Ron said after glancing at his watch, 'we're already half an hour late. I wonder why he didn't come get us.'

'Can we really leave them like this?' Harry gestured towards the two comatose girls, still linked by the strange pulsating light.

'We can protect the room with enchantments. I'll get the window if you get the door.'

Harry nodded in agreement. As Ron stooped over towards the window to perform the necessary enchantments, Harry bent close to Ginny's ear and whispered his favourite three words for her to hear.

'Ready?' Ron's voice almost made him jump from his skin and he wheeled around at the noise.

'Hold up, it's just me.' Ron said raising his hands.

'Sorry,' Harry said ruefully.

Ron slowly lowered his hands and gazed at him reproachfully.

'You need to stop being so jumpy, you might accidentally kill someone these days.' he said to Harry.

'So long as it's someone from the wrong team.' Harry smirked, spinning his wand in his fingers, 'shall we go?'

At the door they both turned back to look at the two girls. The purple light pulsating around them made them both look beautiful and magical; they reminded Harry of the old Muggle fairytales he was read at school during his younger years; as though they were waiting for a lover's kiss to wake them Ginny lips had the faint upturned hint that he had always found so appealing. Ron, tugging gently on his sleeve pulled his thoughts back to reality.

'Come on, busy day.' Ron said, already making his way down the stairs.

'Yeah,' Harry replied still staring at Ginny. His hand toyed with the doorknob for a momement as his thoughts ran from worry to love. Finally he regretfully turned his back on her and closed the door.

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Upon entering the kitchen he felt the coldness it exhumed without Mrs Weasley's presence. Until he had begun to rise before Mrs Weasley, it had never occurred to him that the fire in the kitchen was not always lit. That the dishes would lie quietly beside the sink waiting to be washed. There was no sound of neither cooking nor jolly laughter from the table or a warm welcome hug to greet him. Just a cold, hard, stone floor and wooden walls. Hardly a warm welcome at first light, or often, before the sun had even risen.

The silence was suddenly broken by an enraged Ron bursting through the kitchen door, his hair seemed to be alight with anger and his blue eyes flashed. In his right fist Harry could see the slices of a piece of parchment sticking out of the crevices in Ron's fist.

'Read this,' he snarled, throwing the parchment at Harry.

It took him a few moments to smooth out the parchment to a point where the lettering was even slightly eligible, all the while listening to Ron's long list of profanities as he strolled up and down the kitchen.

You lot, (it read)

I have been called away to a mission in Brazil which is neither Order, nor your business.

I will be back tomorrow dependant on the success of the mission. I may be delayed, but that is not your concern. Do not use my absence as a holiday. I expect your training to continue whilst I am gone,

Hart

'What's the problem?' Harry asked, glancing up at the still fuming Ron.

'If we wasn't late then we still would have gotten up at half five and then seen the note. Bastard.' He cursed.

Harry could not help it; he let out a short laugh before replying.

'That's what you're so angry about?'

'It's just blatant bastardy.' Ron grumbled.

'Is bastardy a word?' Harry asked, biting back a smile.

'It is now, Ron just invented it.'

Harry and Ron turned around to face the source of the noise and discovered Tonks lounging adolescently against the wall.

'Wotcher, boys,' she said twirling her now, long red hair around her finger. 'How are you doing?'

'Why are you here Tonks?' Harry asked, getting straight to the point.

'Now where are your manners?' Tonks said coyly, peeling herself off the wall and strolling into the room. Harry simply looked at her and waited.

'I am playing the part of Ron's cousin and thought I should look the part. What do you think? Weasley enough for you?' she cocked her head to the sighed and fluttered her eyelashes at him comically.

'Why do you have to be my cousin?' Ron asked his torrent of cursing pausing long enough to be interested.

'For tomorrow.' Tonks replied.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other.

'What's tomorrow?' Harry enquired.

'Are you seriously asking me that?' Tonks said, a small grin pulling the side of her mouth up. 'It's the wedding.'

'That's tomorrow?' Ron exclaimed.

'Of course it is. Where do you think everyone has been apparating off to for the past four days?'

'Well, we are often at Grimmauld Place for the entirety of the day.' Harry reminded her.

'Geography.' Tonks replied waving her hand over his excuse. 'We're re-locating to France tonight. But we're up this afternoon for patrol. Want to get the girls down here so we can go over the blueprints?'

'Well Hermione's ill- some migraine from reading too much, and Ginny-,'

'Is having a womanly pain, as she put it.' Harry jumped in, 'they're both in bed feeling sorry for themselves.'

Tonks raised her eyebrows at the two of them. They remained quite still, deploying the lying techniques they had learnt; don't avoid eye contact and keep body language to a minimum. Eventually, Tonks seemed to let it go.

'Alright, they have until twelve. We leave at half past for our shift.' She pulled a long roll of parchment from her robes and laid it on the table. 'Now then, let's go over the patrol detail.'

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At eleven forty-five, Harry and Ron trooped up the stairs to revive Hermione and Ginny.

'What if they won't wake up?' Ron asked gnawing on his left hangnail.

'They have to.' Harry said matter factly, 'or we're screwed.'

When they reached the door to Ron's room they both stared at the door for a moment before casting the necessary counter curses for the locking and concealment charms Harry had placed on the door many hours ago. As the door sung open, Harry felt his heart in his throat as he found himself hoping with all his might that she would be sat up in bed recovering. The sight before them revealed no such thing.

'Shit,' Ron cursed from beside him.

The scene before them was an exact duplicate of how they had left them six hours ago; the two them looked like statues, frozen in an inward struggle to defeat the blocks around Ginny's mind.

'What do we do now?' Ron asked tensely.

Harry stared at the two of them without seeing them. His brain had gone into over-drive as he thought up a brilliant, slightly insane plan.

'We floo Luna and Angelina here.' He said slowly, 'they can replace Ginny and Hermione.'

'Harry, you know we can't do that, everyone has to stay with their allocated patrol team; Mad Eye's orders.' Ron exclaimed, 'I'm pretty sure they would notice if Luna and Angelina were running around instead of Hermione and Ginny.'

'But not if they looked like Hermione and Ginny.' Harry said, winking at Ron.

'What do you-,' a look of knowing spread over his face. 'That's bloody brilliant mate.'

'I know,' Harry smirked, 'floo them, and I will sort out the Polyjuice Potion.'

Ron ran down the stairs to the kitchen fire chuckling to himself as he went. Harry strolled over to the two statues on the bed ad quickly pulled four strands of hair from first Hermione, and then Ginny's head. He then ran down the stairs to Hermione and Ginny's room where Hermione kept the potions and enchantments they would need for the Horcrux hunt. Finding the vials of Polyjuice Potion he quickly added Hermione's hairs to one vial, and Ginny's hairs into a second. He watched as Hermione's potion changed to a light blue and Ginny's to a strangely golden shade. He observed the shade, surprised at how similar it was to his own Polyjuice Potion colour.

The murmuring of voices coming up the stairs pulled him from his thoughts and he walked to the door, hiding the potion vials behind his back as he went.

'Wooden stairs may hurt Arrel's feelings you know Ronald,' came Luna's dreamy voice, 'she is a wood elf you know. There may be some family members hidden in the wood. You really should transfigure them to stone.'

Harry snorted slightly at what Luna believed to be logic, he couldn't wait to see Ron's face and he was rewarded as Ron's thundercloud of a face came into view.

'Do you think it would be possible for Arrel to talk to the family in the wood? Or would they be deemed dead?' Luna continued, one finger stroking the wooden wall, 'that would be very sad if they were.'

'Harry,' Angelina said brightly as she finally saw him at the top of the stairs, 'there you are.'

'Hello Harry,' Luna said dreamily, 'what do you think about the feelings of the wood in Ron's house?'

'I think we should discuss this in Ginny's room,' Harry said mildly.

He ushered them all inside and clapped Ron on his shoulder in a sympathetic manner as he mooched past him.

'Right,' Harry said as he closed the door behind him, 'Has Ron told you the plan?'

Angelina nodded and Luna simply gazed inattentively at the walls.

'Good, I think Angelina you should be Hermione; you've seen her a lot in the common room for the past seven years and probably know her traits rather well by now.'

Angelina nodded again, smiling slightly with mischief in her eyes.

'And Luna, you can be Ginny.' Harry said loudly so as to gain her attention.

'So am I your girlfriend today Harry?' Luna asked tilting her head slightly, 'I think I would enjoy that.'

Ron and Angelina burst out laughing as Harry cleared his throat uncomfortably.

'Ex- girlfriend Luna.' Harry said nervously.

'Ahh, that's not as fun,' Luna pouted.

'Anyway,' he said, over Ron and Angelina's laughter, 'here are the potions.'

He handed the light blue one to Angelina and the golden to Luna.

'Hmm, Ginny looks quite tasty,' Luna murmured, quite unaware of the smirks directed at her.

'There are enough hairs in there to last four hours,' Harry told them, 'drink up.'

Obligingly they both tilted back their heads and drank the potion in several gulps. The effects began instantly and Harry looked away. He had never liked the effects of Polyjuice Potion, and he had no qualms about admitting that it made him feel quite nauseous.

Ron however watched the two of them with profound interest. Luna's hair was slowly changing into a deep red and face began to freckle as her wide blue eyes shrank and became a deep brown; Angelina's hair however seemed to shrinking and expanding as the black, straight hair became bushy and brown. Her athletic build shrank slightly and her breasts enlarged over her tight tank top. Ron had never realised how large Hermione's breasts truly were until now and he began to feel quite lucky.

Once the change was completed the two girls were bent over panting slightly from the potions strenuous transformation. Harry turned back to face them and nodded.

'Perfect. Okay you can borrow some of the clothes in their trunks; Angelina I think you definitely need to.' He nodded at her breasts smirking slightly.

Angelina's gaze dropped to her new breasts and Hermione's face instantly reddened as she crossed her arms over her chest, making Hermione's breasts overspill the tank op even more.

'We will let you change and meet you downstairs in five minuets.'

Harry began to leave the room before he realise that Ron was not behind him, he turned around and found him ogling Hermione's breasts. Sighing he purposefully walked over to him, grabbed his forearm and promptly pulled him from the room; closing the door quite firmly behind him.

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