Running AIAOY 7

Chapter 4

"Umbitch."  Rebecca muttered over her dinner.  "Couldn't be another insufferable-"

"That'll do."  Remus scolded and pointed at her plate.  "Eat those green beans.  I had to, you have to."

Rebecca took a forkful and ate them with a scowl.  Harry and Sirius' conversation had been going on for ages and she had only just begun to listen with any semblance of attention.

"Now we know where the locket is, we just have to go and get it."  Harry glared at his dinner as if it would give him an answer.  "The bloody question how."

Hermione's head shot up.  "We need to get into the Ministry."

Ron didn't look away from his plate.  "He jus' 'aid 'at."

Hermione rolled her eyes at his manners.  "We need to get into the Ministry...as Ministry workers."

Rebecca's fork froze in the air and she met Hermione's eyes with clear understanding.  "You are a genius."

Remus snapped.  "Will someone tell us what's going on?"  He slid his chair back and stood at his spot a moment before fading back into the Remus they all knew.  "I-I'm sorry."  Remus left quickly, embarrassed at such an outburst.

Sirius furthered his partner's apology.  "We're coming up on a moon.  He didn't mean-"

"It's alright."  Rebecca looked out the door worriedly.  "Maybe you should check on him."

Sirius mussed her hair as he walked behind her.  "Leave the plates, we'll get them.  It's probably for the best if we don't know anyway.  The less who know, the less chance of anything happening."

Ron raised his eyes from his nearly-cleared plate at last.  "We have a plan?"

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"This is not a plan."  Ron muttered beside Rebecca as they looked down at the four unconscious Ministry workers.  "This is a bloody death sentence."

"It's the plan, Ron."  Rebecca snapped at him and plucked hairs from the two men in front of her while Hermione took from the other two.

"And it's a very good plan, it just has to work."  Hermione poured the Polyjuice Potion into the four vials she had taken out from her bag.  "Remember what we said: don't talk to anyone unless absolutely necessary.  We have to try and act normal."

Rebecca dropped the hair from her person--a large, bearded, scowly man unlike Rebecca in every way--and swirled the potion around as it began to fizz.  "Their normal though.  Don't act like yourselves, do what everyone else is doing."

Hermione nodded and looked at her potion carefully.  "If we do that, with a bit of luck we'll get inside.  Then..."

"Then," Rebecca raised her vial like it was a toast.  "Then it gets tricky."

"Right!"  Hermione raised her vial too.  The boys glanced at each other, concerned at how in-sync the girls were and slightly afraid by how they finished each other's sentence.  "This is mental!"  Hermione cried out as if she were about to burst into laughter.

"Entirely!"  Rebecca added as she felt the changes begin to take place.

Harry cleared his throat and raised his vial to his lips.  "Let's rein it in a bit.  We've got a horcrux to find."

Rebecca opened her eyes after shutting them tightly to off-put the dizziness of her body transforming and found that her glasses now impaired her vision instead of correcting it.  Hermione held her hands out for both Harry and Rebecca's glasses to keep them in her bag.  The man Rebecca had taken the shape of didn't carry identification or a keycard, but they didn't want to risk paralysing another Ministry worker with three already missing.