Chapter 3 - Metamorphmagus?
(A/N: If you read this...that means you took the time to click on my story. So thanks for that! LOL, but seriously, can you please vote/comment on this? I need to know what I'm doing wrong...or right ;) ;p)
Kay, so I wasn't COMPLETELY shocked by kissing Fred. Okay, that's a lie. I was TOTALLY shocked. It sent electricity through every fiber of my being. It was probably the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me. "Whoa," Fred said. I stared at him, then ran. Why was I running? He must think I'm a loser. Hermione stopped me at the top of the staircase. Well, more like I ran into her. "Hey!" Hermione said, spilling her books. "Why are you in such a hurry Rose?" "Well, I kind of kissed Fred. Or he kissed me. We kinda accidently kissed eachother," I admitted. "Okay, I was going to the library to look up stuff for - " She stopped there. "Never mind that thought. Anyways, I'm not going now. You need to tell me EVERYTHING!"
"So let me get this straight, you went to kiss him - " " ON THE CHEEK," I added, "Yes yes, on the cheek, and so did he. But because you both turned your heads, you kissed on the lips. Am I correct?" She stared at me as if to say 'I can't believe you Rose'. "Yes," I said, shaking my head. "Well, I have come to the conclusion that YOU like FRED," She said, laughing. "What?! No...okay maybe...yes," I said grudgingly. "Well, I should probably be heading to my room," She said, packing up her books. "Yes of course. But Mione," I said, calling her by her nickname. "Why were you going to the library past curfew?" "Um, just some...extra homework! For...Potions," she managed to stutter out. Well, that DOES make sense, I mean, Snape does enjoy giving everyone extra homework. "Oh, okay Mione! G'night!" I yelled as she left the room. I then fell asleep, a Fred-filled dream awaiting me.
"Rosiiiiieeeeee!" I heard Fred sing-song my name. "Yes Freddie?" I smiled at him. "So, I heard you talking to Hermione last night about our oh-so romantic kiss," he waggled his eyebrows. "What? No Fred, it wasn't romantic. And it meant NOTHING," I clarfied, wishing I didn't have to say that. "Oh," Fred replied sadly. WAIT, sadly? Was Fred, SAD? "Well, we best be getting off to class then, shall we?" I tried to change the subject. "Of course, Rosie. Need a lift?" He asked while shoving himself underneath me, to give me a piggyback...Muggle-style. "Sure," I muttered briskly.
He ran with me all the way to class, then threw me into the seat next to his. First up, Herbology. I secretly LOVED Herbology, and excelled in it. "Today we will be studying Mandrakes..." Professor Sprout went into a long speech about how we needed earmuffs to make sure that the plants didn't kill us. Of course, I already knew it all. After Herbology came Transfiguration. "Today, we will be Transfiguring feathers into doves," Professor McGonagall said. After THAT totally boring lesson, and many others, the school day was done and we all went back to our common rooms.
When we got back to the Gryffindor common room, I turned on my muggle music player called an iPod (A/N: Yes, I know electronics like that aren't supposed to work at Hogwarts, but I changed that. >;D) and listened to 'I Wanna Go' by a muggle artist named Britney Spears. That's funny, because I listen to all mainstream music, then I wear ripped jeans and rock band tshirts all the time. I'm a walking oxymoron. Anyways, after listening to some more music, my iPod suddenly turned off and I was blindfolded. "Who's there?" I whispered. "You'll see," a strange voice said.
I was thrown over the mystery person's shoulder and brought upstairs...to the boys' dormitories. I was thrown onto a bed and pulled off the blindfolded, only to be sitting next to the infamous Fred Weasley. He coughed, then said (in his regular voice) "It's a miracle what swallowing toothpaste can do, eh Rosie?" I slapped him, even though I knew he was just joking with me. "Anyways," I changed the subject, "why did you bring me up here?" "Because...I wanted to see your reaction when I did it, of course!" He laughed. "You are such a git, Fred Weasley," I tried to say in a serious way, but it turned out funny. "Of course," he said...now REALLY close to me. Our noses were touching. Then all of a sudden Fred gasped. "ROSIE!" He said, obviously shocked. "What's the matter Freddie?" I said, confused. "Um, go look at your hair in the mirror." He pushed me toward the loo. I looked in the mirror, screamed, then fainted.
"Is it possible?"
"I don't know!"
"She must have been born with it...unless...who are her parents?"
"My brother's daughter and her husband, David."
Okay, so the two voices were obviously talking about me, and one of them was my Uncle Albus. But the other voice was a woman...
"ALBUS! That explains it! David's mother!"
"Of course...but why hasn't she shown signs of it before?"
That was when I woke up. "Uncle - I mean, Professor Dumbledore, what are you talking about?" I asked. "Well, my dearest niece, we think that you may be a Metamorphmagus." I stared at him in shock. Me? I only knew two Metamorphmagi, my Granny Pauline and my favourite of my mothers' friend, Tonks. "Have you ever changed ANYTHING about yourself, without ever thinking about it?" Madame Pomfrey (I found out she was the woman) asked me.
---- Flashback ----
I looked in the mirror at my six-year-old self. All of a sudden, I saw my eyes change. Not like, size or anything, but the colour changed. My eyes were suddenly a light shade of violet. I looked back, and it was like my eyes had never changed.
---- Flashback Over ----
"Well yes, sir, once," I told him, then explained my eyes. "It seems that you indeed a Metamorphmagus," my Uncle told me. "You will have to visit Nymphandora Tonks once every two weeks, just until you get your abilities under control." He laughed at his words. Even though I was back to my dark brown hair, and green eyes (I had discovered that my eyes had turned slightly red too), I felt special. Is this how Tonks feels? As soon as I left the hospital wing, I saw the twins running toward me. "So, did you take any bad Potions or something?" Fred joked. "Nope. I'm a Metamorphmagus!"
Their jaws dropped. "Can you...show us?" George asked quietly. "Well, it seems to only work when I have really strong emotions," I said, embarrassed about what made it work the last time. They both gasped. "Your hair! It's pink!" They shouted. I took a strand from behind my ear and examined it. Yup, definately pink. "So which emotion was it before?" George asked. "Well, um, I was kinda nervous," I said, and my hair changed to purple. "Why?" Jeez George, stop asking! " 'Cause we were this close," Fred put up his index finger and thumb, really close together, "to kissing." He smirked. My hair, once again changed, this time to blue. "Oooooh, Rosie has a crush on Freddie!" George sang. "Shut up George!" I shouted. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Did it ever happen, before?" Fred asked. "Well, once, when I was 7. I was really sad 'cause my pet cat Stinker had died," I said. "But it was only my eyes that time." "Well, from what Tonks told me, if it would take you THAT long to realize you're a Metamorphmagus, you're gonna be able to do EPIC things," George said.
Later, after everyone had ate dinner, I realized I could suddenly do it (the Metamorphmagus thing) whenever I wanted. "You're like a rainbow!" Hermione was obviously thrilled with my new discovery. I was changing my hair to all different colours, along with my eyes. Once I even managed to turn nose upside down! "That'll be useful to drown you when it rains," Lee Jordan joked. All of a sudden, Tonks was behind me. "TONKS!" I screamed. I hadn't seen her in a long while. "Hey Rose!" Her hair was a dark green today. "I see you're having fun?" Oops, my nose was still upside down and my hair was white. "Sorry 'bout that," I said, restoring my original form. "It's fine, I did that too for a while," she replied. "Anyways, we have to go to Dumbledore's office, to practice," she told me. "Oh, okay! Bye guys!" I said. And with that, I was off.
"So, the whole 'two weeks' thing is a load of bull," she explained. "As long as you know that you should practice self-control. Be near things that make your emotions strike up. Like a boy," she said, waggling her eyebrows. "Oh yes Tonks, I got the boy thing covered," I said dreamily. "SERIOUSLY?! Who is it?" she yelled. "...Fred," I replied sheepishly. "Fred? As in Weasley, Fred?!" By this time, she was jumping up and down in excitment. "Yes. I like Weasley, Fred," I joked. "But SHHHH!" I said, putting my index finger to my lips. "You can't tell ANYONE." "Fair enough," she agreed, finally calming down. "Tonks, why is it that it took 13 years for my 'abilities' to kick in full throttle?" I asked. "Well, I guess the process is just longer for some people. Speaking of being 13, isn't your birthday tomorrow?" Whoa, I had completely forgotten about my birthday. "Ohmygosh! I'm gonna be 14 tomorrow!" I squealed. "Finally old enough to have a boooyyfrieeend," Tonks said, with a glint of mischef in her eyes. "Don't you do anything bad Tonks!" I warned her. "I wouldn't dare," she swore, then we left.
(A/N: HAYHAYHAY! Didn't see THAT coming, did you? LOL, well considering the chapter name is Metamorphmagus, it doesn't surprise me if you did see it coming. Anyways, update soon! Keep reading, my amazing readers! ...even though no one has this in their library yet. *sigh*.)
