ABSOLUTE BEGINNERS

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Harry morphed back into himself with a screech, and dirtied himself by falling back on the grass. He was tempted to drop the sword, like blistering coal. The only thing that restrained him was the notion of providing his captors an opening to confiscate what was rightfully his. Then again, they weren't entirely his captors any longer. The binds at Harry's wrists were no longer intact, having been broken from his unprecedented transformation. Harry had a weapon of immense value in his hands, he could use it on them at any time. The only leverage they had on him was the possession of his wand. He could find a way to get it back, definitely.

"Stay where you are!" Hermione commanded, wand aimed straight for him.

Harry, though, stood. He frowned deeply at her. "What did you do to me?"

Hermione cackled, tossing her head back; she did catch her guard immediately afterwards, and looked back at him piercingly. Shivers advanced up his spine. "What do you mean what did I do to you ?"

Harry shook his head, and tightened his grip on the sword's hilt. "Well! Erm.. I didn't know becoming some Order hero was contagious!"

"Okay, okay, everyone, calm down," Ron stepped betwixt them. Regardless, he cocked his head towards Harry. "Want to tell us how you did that?"

"I didn't do anything. All I did was pick up the sword," Harry lifted the sword up, to which Hermione sent a disarming spell. Luckily did it rebound, and struck a nearby leaf. "Whoosh! I'm in a cape!"

Hermione jabbed a finger at Ron's upper-arm, roughly. Ron winced, and rubbed at it. "I care not for how he did it," she retorted. Hermione trodded at Harry, and made various attempts to seize the wand from him. Bear in mind that the sword was – it seemed – heavy to everyone else but him, and that Harry was cleaving to the sword for his own, dearest life. Needless to say, Hermione  successfully failed to take his prized possession from him. She groaned. "We have to make sure he never does it again! A little hand here, Ronald?"

And while Ron hurried forward, to help Hermione as she had requested, the Acromantula reawakened. Off it went once more, screeching in that foreign language, and it's eight legs brought itself up. The spider examined the three of them, enraged. There was no chance that Ron would help his presumed beloved now, the horror on his face told all. Ron cried out, and whisked Hermione away from Harry.

"Do it again! Do it again!" Ron told Harry, in hysterics. "Do what you did! Go on!"

"Ron!" Hermione scolded.

"I don't know what I did!" Harry held his hands up opposingly, right around the same time that the Acromantula surged for them. Ron hid behind Hermione desperately, and whimpered about.

"No time," Hermione fumed, and clasped her hand with Ron's. "We have to go."

And they did. They trekked through the Forbidden Forest, the Acromantula hot on their heels.

The three encountered the edge of a cliff, and were all at a loss. Harry came up with the idea of brilliance that was to fall over the side. The edge led to something more of a slide than anything, the fall did the least harm. Being at the bottom of the graceless heap that they landed into, however – Ron and Hermione had followed right after him – was what induced the most damage. Harry groaned, struggling to wiggle out of the pile. Until he no longer had to, as both Ron and Hermione got off of him. Harry sighed in relief, and sat up – empty handed.