re-edited 2015. see first chapter for notes
Chapter 7: Ron's Great Idea
Ron awoke the next morning. For a moment, he remained blissfully ignorant of his situation, but then it came crashing in on him. The light, the wind. Yesterday. He was Ginny.
He came downstairs in a very bad mood, to see his mother looking at the clock on the wall.
"What's wrong?" he asked. Mrs. Weasley shook her head. "I don't know, Ginny. Your hand seems to be broken." And indeed, Ginny's hand was pointed at 'lost' and wasn't moving.
Ron felt a strange feeling open in his stomach as he stared at it. She was wrong, he thought—it wasn't broken at all.
Mrs. Weasley started to make breakfast. "I was looking at your spelling," she said.
"Oh?" Ron asked.
She started to talk. Ron nodded, muttering "yeah," and "mm-hm," at the appropriate places, and found himself feeling unexpectedly relaxed. Except for the nagging worry about Ginny, there was nothing horrible about to happen—nobody was going to get hurt, or escape from prison, or attack. He was in the past. His past! That meant he knew the future, right? He began to think of all the ways knowing the future could be useful.
"So," Mrs. Weasley finished. "Knowing that, how do you think you could fix the sentence?"
"Um," said Ron. What sentence? He had no idea what Ginny had written in her spelling book! Had his mum told him? He tried to remember…it was no use. "Um," he said again.
Just then, Fred and George came downstairs. Ron slipped away quickly.
And then, he had an idea. It was a brilliant idea, an amazing idea, one worthy of Hermione. And in fact, it was her idea.
Polyjuice Potion.
He could use Polyjuice Potion to become himself! He'd be able to get to Hogwarts, since Ron was going anyway.
He just needed to find the recipe…
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