Flames Of Destiny : Conflicting Emotions // HJP [2]

Chapter One : Holidays Unlike Any Other

Whoever said being a witch was a dream come true...

Or that stepping into your favourite book was the ultimate fantasy...

Meeting the beloved protagonists and hearing those iconic lines from characters you adore...

Well, they were mistaken.

Because not everything is as perfect as it seems.

There are adjustments to be made.

Sacrifices to consider.

You must let go of parts of the real world...

Forget pieces of yourself...

In order to embrace the new life that lies ahead...

And the perfect example of that right now is (Y/n), who sat cross-legged on the worn carpet of her room in Grimmauld Place, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. Across from her, Tonks lounged back casually, her hair the usual bubblegum-pink, eyes twinkling with amusement. Despite Tonks' relaxed attitude, (Y/n) felt like her head might explode from the effort.

"Come on, (Y/n)," Tonks encouraged in a light-hearted tone. "You're almost there! Just focus on my nose—the crooked bit, you've got everything else spot on."

(Y/n) groaned in frustration, her nose twitching slightly as she tried to replicate Tonks'. Her hair, already the same vibrant pink as Tonks', fell into her eyes, but she ignored it, concentrating on the stubborn freckles that refused to disappear and the nose that just wouldn't shift into Tonks' unique shape.

She hated how the original (Y/n) Weasley had completely disappeared, leaving her with the task of mastering this Metamorphmagus ability—something entirely unfamiliar to her.

"How do you make this look so easy?" (Y/n) muttered, her voice strained with effort.

Tonks chuckled, her eyes twinkling with humour.

"Years of practice, love. I started young. Mum said my hair used to change colours in my sleep. You're doing brilliantly though—look, you've got the hair and eyes down perfectly!"

With a frustrated sigh, (Y/n) glanced at her reflection in the mirror propped against the wall. Her face had started to resemble Tonks', but the freckles still dotted her cheeks, and her nose was stubbornly her own. She looked more like herself than the metamorphmagus sitting across from her.

"I don't think I'll ever get the hang of this," she admitted, rubbing her temples as a dull headache started to form.

Tonks offered her a soft, encouraging smile. "You will, trust me. You've already come so far! Remember when you couldn't even stop your hair from changing with your emotions? Now look at you—no one can tell what you're feeling just by your hair anymore."

(Y/n) managed a weak smile. It had taken her days of effort to control her hair, to stop it from turning bright red whenever she was embarrassed or pale blonde when scared. At least now it stayed consistent, no matter her emotions. But transforming her entire appearance? That felt like an entirely different challenge.

"My head's going to explode," (Y/n) groaned, leaning forward to rest her forehead on her knees. "It's so hard, Tonks. I don't know how you do it."

Tonks laughed and playfully ruffled (Y/n)'s hair.

"You'll get there, I promise. It took me ages too. But trust me, once you master it, it's worth it. Just think of all the pranks you could pull with this."

The thought brought a small grin to (Y/n)'s face. 

Imagining the look on Fred, George, Ron, Hermione, and especially Harry's face, if she ever managed to fool them, was enough motivation to try again.