𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 ━━
✧˖*. | ❝You look wonderful.❞ | ✧˖*.
Sally, a member of the Hex Girls, was completely besotted with Hermione. She loved talking to her and slowly inching her hand toward her hand to intertwine them. She enjoyed being able to...
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When Sally and Kimberly arrived - Jane not coming because she wasn't in the Order - , Hermione immediately hugged her. Sally hugged her back, glaring at Kimberly as she made kissy faces. They withdrew from the hug, smiling at each other as their hands lingered in each other's arms and elbows.
Moody stomped into the room, shoving people out of the way. Hermione and Sally cleared their throats awkwardly, slightly backing away from each other.
"Potter, you're underage, which means you've still got the Trace on you," said Moody.
"What's the Trace?" Harry asked.
"If you sneeze, the Ministry will know who wipes your nose. Point is, we have to use those means of transport the Trace can't detect: brooms, Thestrals, and the like. We go in pairs. That way, if anyone's out there waiting for us - and I reckon there will be - they won't know which Harry Potter is the real one."
"The real one?" Harry asked with his eyebrows raised.
Moody fished out a bottle from his coat. "I believe you're familiar with this particular brew."
"No. Absolutely not," Harry rejected.
"I told you he'd take it well," Hermione sassed.
"No, if you think I'm gonna let everyone risk their lives for me - "
"Never done that before, have we?" Fred asked George.
"No. No. This is different," Harry replied. "I mean, taking that, becoming me. No."
"Well, none of us really fancy it, mate," Fred told Harry.
"Yeah, imagine if something went wrong, and we ended up a scrawny, specky git forever," George replied as he rolled his eyes.
"Everyone here is of age, Potter. They've agreed to take the risk," Moody replied.
"Technically, I've been coerced. Mundungus Fletcher, Mr. Potter."
"Nip it," Moody growled at him. "All right, Granger, as discussed."
Hermione yanked off a piece of Harry's hair.
"Blimey, Hermione!" Harry exclaimed.
"Straight in here, if you please," Moody instructed.
Hermione put the hair into the bottle.
"For those of you who haven't taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning: it tastes like goblin piss," Moody warned as he handed the bottle to Fred.
"Have a lot of experiences with that, do you, Mad-Eye?" Fred joked.
Moody gave him a look.
"Just trying to diffuse the tension." Fred took a small gulp, then he handed it over to George.
Everyone started morphing into Harry.
"Wow, we're identical," the twins said as they look at their new bodies.
A pile of Harry's clothes was in the welcoming to take.
George picked up an article of clothing. "Haven't got anything a bit more sporting, have you?"
"Yeah, I don't really fancy this color," Fred replied as his face turned into a scowl.
"Well, fancy this; you're not you. So shut it and strip," Moody replied.
