Witch

Perfect Hair

Hermione frowned. "I really don't know," she said, sounding rather dejected.

I grinned. "Woah, woah, woah, The great, intelligent, Hermione Granger doesn't know something? I am shocked!"

Hermione smiled. "You know, George told me about you and Fred finally getting together."

I hung my head. "We didn't get together, we kissed once and then he acted like it never happened and we were just friends since then."

Hermione looked surprised. "Really? That sucks..."

I shrugged. "No biggie."

Hermione sighed. "You know, I think it is a biggie for you. Maybe you should just... you know... talk to him?"

I bit my lip, but I had made up my mind.

"Actually, I think I will."

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I walked into the common room, planning to talk to Fred after dinner, but he was already in the common room, alone with George, talking. Although they immediately stopped when I walked in.

"Hey guys, are you planning a prank?"

Hey Willow, is your pathetic voice shaking?

That stupid voice.

Shut up.

"No," George said, just as Fred said, "Yes."

I raised an eyebrow.

"No," Fred admitted.

I rocked back and forth on my feet. "I need to talk to you g - Fred alone."

I had planned to tell both Fred and George about the file, but something stopped me.

George looked grim, and I heard him mumble, "Told you she would notice," to Fred before leaving the common room.

I sat down next to him, and I noticed he was deliberately avoiding my eyes.

I sat down, about to start off slow and begin with Moody, but unable to restrain myself, I blurted out what I had been waiting to tell someone.

"I think I'm Harry's sister."

Fred jumped.

"Wh-what?" he cried.

I sighed. "Well, Moody called me Willow Ava Belle, even though I didn't tell him my first middle name was Ava. So I got suspicious and Hermione took me to the -"

"- library," Fred finished, finally cracking a small grin.

"Yeah," I said. "I was looking through Harry's Ministry record, out of pure curiosity, and my baby picture was there, along with a letter Harry's - and possibly my - mother wrote, that only a few certain people could see. It was about me being different and how Harry was safe but I had to be with someone named "Sev". The Ministry thought I was a Weasley because of my red hair and blue eyes, but I'm actually a Potter, Lily Potter has red hair and James Potter had light blue eyes, not deep blue like Ron's. There was a picture of them."

I took a breath and glanced nervously at Fred. He seemed to be trying to take in everything I said. I had said a lot of unbelievable things.

"Fred?" I asked quietly. "How come after - stuff - you just started acting like nothing ever happened?"

Fred immediately went red.

"Well - I thought - when you didn't do that prank with us - it was your way of friendzoning me."

I couldn't help but laugh a little at that. That stupid prank on McGonagall?

"What?" Fred said defensively.

"Fred, I only did that because I didn't want detention, it had nothing to do with you, or George,"

Fred shifted uncomfortably.

"Well.. so.. What's our status, exactly?"

I looked at him blankly. "Status?"

He blushed. "Like, just friends, or crush, or..."

"How about "dating"?"

Me and Fred jumped off of the couch to see George leaning against the portrait hole.

"Oh come on," he said. "Did you really think I left?"

I looked at him furiously. "How much did you hear?!"

George looked slightly surprised at how mad I seemed, but answered "I snuck in just as you were saying "picture"."

"For goodness' sake George, leave!"

"Okay, okay!" He edged out of the portrait hole and left.

I plopped down. "L-let's keep it friends for now," I mumbled, slightly embarrassed at my breakdown.

Fred nodded.

Suddenly he gasped.

"W-willow," He whispered. "Your hair..."

"What?" I snapped, yanking up a strand of my hair. It was now straight and short, and no longer dark red but yellow at the tips, fading into a flaming orange-red.

"What the - "

"We have to see Dumbledore," Fred said. "Let's go!"

Before I could protest, Fred grabbed my arm and started sprinting down the hallway.

"Since when - are you - and Dumbledore - besties?" I panted, barely staying on my feet as I was being dragged along by Fred.

Fred just said, "I don't like where this is going."

We reached Dumbledore's office, at this point I was gasping for air. Suddenly, Professor McGonagall strode out of the office.

"Well, really!" she huffed. "If you are trying to prank Dumbledore, I would strongly suggest -"

"Calm down, Minerva," a quiet voice, one I had heard before said. "Mr. Weasley and Willow have to see me, don't they?"

Professor McGonagall frowned, but allowed us into the office.

It was full of fascinating things, but Fred dragged me along before I could get a good look at anything.

"Professor," Fred said. "My brother eavesdropped on us when we were - having a private conversation,"

Blush.

"And, um, Willow got mad, and her hair turned a different color!"

To my surprise, Dumbledore did not seem surprised. "Has it happened before?" he asked rather matter-of-factly.

I bit my lip. "Um, once, I was upset, I felt old, and my hair turned grey."

"I have a diagnosis," he began kindly.

"A very happy one," he added hastily, seeing the color drain from Fred's face.

He turned to me. "You seemed to have somehow developed the powers of a Metamorphmagus."

"What?" Fred said incredulously. "You mean, she can change her appearance?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, but how she has gained this, I do not know."

I was frustrated. "How is this a good thing? I really couldn't care less how perfect my hair looks every morning or whatever. Why is this so important?"

Dumbledore looked at me straight in the eye and said two words.

"Lord Voldemort."

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Author's Note

Hey guys, I know this was a little short, but an extra long chapter coming so soon, I promise!

I'm so excited for you to find out what's next!

xoxo

Claire Luci