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Harry James Potter ([info]sonofastag) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2009-10-03 01:11:00

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Entry tags:!1997: 10, !complete, !plot, harry potter, hermione granger, ron weasley

Who: Hermione, Ron, Harry
When: Saturday, while the rest of the students are at Hogsmeade
Where: Godric's Hollow
What: Retrieving the first horcrux.
Rating: T.B.A. Likely Pg-13 for
Open/Closed: Closed


Harry kept wanting to reach up and touch his hair, or the bridge of his nose, where his glasses didn't rest. The bloke whose body he was wearing hadn't worn glasses, and his hair was all gray and coarse feeling beneath Harry's fingers. He kept getting startled by how clearly he saw, or the darker tint of his skin. (He was Indian, apparently.) And very short and a little pudgy. But really - Harry wasn't complaining. He'd definitely gotten the better end of the deal. What with Hermione and Ron's little mix up.

Harry looked over at them and hid another laugh behind his hand and a badly feigned cough. They'd apparated out of Hogsmeade, and Harry had the cloak with him, just in case - but for the moment they weren't exactly recognizable anyway. He was. . . uneasy about coming to Godric's Hollow to poke around the graveyard his parents were buried at. The repeated urge to laugh at his friends' misfortune was really a bit of a welcome diversion.

The clothes Hermione had socked away for this - she bloody thought of everything - were itchy and a little too long in the sleeves and trousers, but they fit well enough. Harry rolled his sleeve up again, shifting the flowers he held in his arms - transfigured from a stick they'd found, and looking a little. . . wooden, still. "All right, so we'll just. . . walk in and look for the mausoleum Fletcher mentioned, then pop out, yeah?" He'd just figured if they were going to a graveyard, bringing flowers for a grave made them look. . . more natural.


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[info]geroffme
2009-10-03 09:47 pm UTC (link)
Ron's expression was grim enough that he didn't need flowers to look as though he belonged in a cemetery. It was a good thing, too, because if someone had offered him a bouquet at the moment he might well have taken a swing at them. (Not, he thought sullenly, that it would probably hurt very much.) The skirt was bad enough. He was trying not to think about it, because the job ahead, no matter how simple it should have been, was probably not something he wanted to go into very distracted, and because he knew that Harry would have to be pretty damned edgy (he would have been, no question about it) … but, really.

He threw Harry a glare he hoped still expressed the depth of his irritation, but gave a curt nod and gestured quickly in the direction of the church, home to the graveyard where the mausolea were grouped together past what looked like a cluttered expanse of headstones and smaller monuments. He didn't want to say anything - he didn't want to hear his new and very female voice any more than was absolutely necessary.

It was good practice, anyway, seeing as how he was never planning on speaking to Hermione ever again.

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[info]cerebralwitch
2009-10-03 11:08 pm UTC (link)
Hermione rubbed self-consciously again at her (his) jaw, feeling the full beard there and wincing. But Ron was, by far, the worst. She'd though, of course, that she'd end up as her hairdresser neighbour and Ron would end up as her husband. Unfortunately, they'd both had very similar coloured hair....

"Oh for god's sake, Ron, it's not like I did it on purpose," She hissed at him, then looked at Harry. "Alright? Let's do this as quickly as we can."

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[info]sonofastag
2009-10-04 01:20 am UTC (link)
Hermione kept touching her beard. She had a beard. Harry really, really wanted to laugh. And Ron had. . . well. He was female. Harry wanted to know if he'd had to borrow a bra, but hadn't asked. Largely because he didn't actually want to get punched. But it was still funny. He was going to bring this up whenever Ron was being an arse for the rest of their lives. "You two are husband and wife, yeah? So if anyone looks suspicious, you snog. That'll throw them off. It always works in the movies."

Harry quickly moved to Hermione's other side to evade punching, starting off toward the graveyard, sobering as they started to come into sight of the graves. He didn't know where his parents' were. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see them or not. He did, but it felt a bit. . . he didn't know. Disrespectful to just pop off for a moment while he was wearing an Indian man and here to get something else. It wasn't that big of a cemetery though. He doubted he'd have much choice about it. "The mausoleums are in the back," he said. "Or that's what Fletcher said, anyway." How reliable the dingy little man was, Harry didn't know. He'd been acting oddly anyway - yelling and complaining instead of the twitchiness Harry'd expected. Or he had been at first, anyway. He'd calmed down after the first couple of minutes.

There were a few people around, visiting graves, one caretaker who was mowing the grass off to the side. But for the most part, it was quiet.

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[info]geroffme
2009-10-04 08:22 pm UTC (link)
Ron blushed furiously, which luckily wasn't as visible now as it usually was. His list of things he really didn't want to think about just now was getting longer by the second. Snogging Hermione and snogging a man were currently engaged in a confused competition for the top slot. He hunched his shoulders a little and began to walk faster, without looking at either of them. Only when he reached the gate that fed into the graveyard did he stop to wait for them. It really wouldn't have been right to go in alone. And it felt a little wrong to burst in and walk around among all the people who had real reasons to be there.

"Back by the fence, looks like," he said quietly, reaching up to push the strangely long hair out of his eyes. He couldn't help but glance over the rows of headstones closest to them - there were a number of family names he recognized. "Whose did he say it was, again?"

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[info]cerebralwitch
2009-10-04 09:26 pm UTC (link)
"Cairath Swythe," Hermione answered when she'd caught up - Ron seemed to be moving just as fast and as long-legged as he usually did, she, however, had to contend with certain pieces of her anatomy that she was very much not used to walking around with. "A witch, he said it was one of the older mausoleums, so likely in the very back..." She didn't realize she was rubbing at her beard again as she said it, and she glared at no one in particular and forced her hand to her side.

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[info]sonofastag
2009-10-05 01:30 am UTC (link)
Hermione rubbing at her hairy face was still funny - though not as much as Ron - but Harry's mirth was fading the closer they got to the graveyard. He wasn't sure how he should feel, really. Mostly, he just really wanted to get this done quickly and without a problem. He thought his mum and dad would probably have understood that. And he could come back later, when things were safe and he could just. . . deal with what to feel or do then.

"Right. In the back," he agreed, and kept his eyes straight ahead - or tried to, for the most part. He thought he saw a pair of headstones off to the left with a flash of familiar names. But he just kept walking toward the mausoleum. When one of the knot of people grouped around an ornate stone a bit off to the right turned to look at them, he ignored it, though he slid his free hand into his pocket to wrap around his wand, just in case. The woman watching them just looked puzzled, watching Ron and Hermione more than Harry.

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[info]geroffme
2009-10-05 01:56 am UTC (link)
Ron was very aware of being looked at as he followed Harry through the rows of headstones back towards the small, dark-looking stone constructions on the far side. There could have been a hundred reasons, he told himself, why someone should be staring at them. Wizards trying to pass for Muggles didn't usually get away with it perfectly, did they? He would just ignore them, hope for the best, and keep going. No one knew they were here, no one knew what they were after. It would be fine.

"There," he said, when the right name leaped out at him from the mausoleum. His heart was beating just a little too fast. He stepped inside cautiously, as though he was expecting something to come jumping out at him from the shadows. It's just a bunch of dead people. And some stolen junk. ... And a little bit of You Know Who, but just a little. He looked for somewhere he might have thought to stash a bunch of unwanted items.

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[info]cerebralwitch
2009-10-05 02:02 am UTC (link)
Hermione noticed that they were being watched, and felt self-conscious about the beard but what could she do about it? She knew the disguises were fine - there was no way they could be recognized, and no way the muggles around them were Death Eaters just hanging about a cemetery for no good reason.

She stepped into the stone mausoleum after Ron, wishing that Mundungus had been a little more forthcoming about where things were. "Don't suppose we can just 'accio locket' and find it," she grumbled to herself, and began looking around for loose bits of stonework.

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[info]sonofastag
2009-10-05 02:20 am UTC (link)
"We could, but with our luck it'd be buried in a wall and the whole thing will fall on our heads somehow when we summon the locket. Or someone will hear and come try to kill us," Harry answered, lighting the tip of his wand to try to illuminate the dim, cramped interior. It was creepy, and he was all too aware that feet away was a dead body. More bones and dust than the sort of dead body he'd been around in the past - Cedric's face, Hagrid's, his parents, Sirius' as he fell all flashed through his mind and Harry swallowed hard and pushed the thoughts away. They just had to fetch a bloody locket and go. That's all.

He reached up absently, fingers rubbing over the scar. And then frowned, turning in a slow circle and then walking over toward the south wall. "Look on this side first," he told the other two, starting to push at the looser bits of stone, or search for a hideyhole. He wasn't sure why, but he figured it was probably telling that he felt like it was closer on this side. His scar connected him to Voldemort, and the horcrux was connected to both of them because of that, or something. Hermione would probably have a better explanation.

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[info]geroffme
2009-10-05 02:43 am UTC (link)
"Don't sound so cheerful," Ron muttered, stepping over to the wall Harry had indicated, and lighting his wand as well. He ran his hand slowly along it, feeling in the cracks in the stonework even though it made his blood go a little cold to imagine what might be hiding in there. And now he had the lovely image of the three of them being buried alive to contend with, too. He nudged at the stones along the floor with his shoe, tapping on them one at a time.

One of them wobbled a little. He crouched down and pried at it for a moment - it slid out without much trouble, and he swallowed as he leaned closer to peer into the cavity, shining his light down into it. He shuddered as something skittered out. But there was a definite gleam - something was reflecting back at him. "Hey," he said, flatly. He wasn't too eager to touch it all, all of a sudden. "I think - there's something down in here."

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[info]cerebralwitch
2009-10-05 02:48 am UTC (link)
Hermione was busy with the walls, trying to find stones that could be slid out of place. When Ron called for their attention, she got down on her knees beside the opening in the wall and peered down too, then - because Ron didn't look like he was going to do it - she reached in to the dark crevice and (after a rat skittered and ran out along the stones and she nearly screamed a very manly sort of scream) she pulled out a heavy box that seemed full of all sorts of things. She sat it on the floor beside the opening, starting to dig through them.

There were necklaces and rings and combs of all sorts. It was going to take an hour just to lay them all out. But she started to anyway, along the floor, untangling chains and looking for the right one.

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[info]sonofastag
2009-10-05 03:08 am UTC (link)
Harry was uneasy too, and the scurrying of the rat had him ready to hurl a spell, but he caught himself in time. He didn't think he could be blamed, since he - and Ron - had history with rats, after all.

He looked down at the box Hermione had found, grimacing as he saw the necklaces and combs. No locket. "Well. Ron can get tarted up and pretty, anyway," he muttered. He reached up to touch his scar again reflexively, and then crouched down next to Hermione. There were a few things wrapped in a soiled white cloth, and he unfolded the cloth, trying to push apart the chains inside to see the pendants and things that hung on them.

As soon as his hand brushed them, Harry's scar burned like fire, and his vision flashed and went strange. He was abruptly somewhere else, lights dim and when he looked down at his own hands, he saw the bone-white of Voldemort's fingers instead of his own.

When he jerked back to the mausoleum, Harry was panting, the last thing he saw a flash of Voldemort's too-familiar red eyes. He was sprawled back, having apparently fallen on his arse, and Harry swallowed hard. "I uh, think I found it," he offered, a little thickly. "And we need to go. Right away." Because he'd felt a bit of Voldemort's sudden rage, and he really didn't want to feel any more of it. Or find out if he'd gotten enough of where they were to send Death Eaters.

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[info]geroffme
2009-10-05 03:21 am UTC (link)
"Bloody hilarious, you are." He rolled his eyes and set to picking up and discarding necklace after necklace after necklace. He wondered what sort of jewelry would be the kind of thing to attract his attention ... he didn't know why he'd ever have picked a locket, anyway. It all seemed pretty weird.

His head snapped up when Harry fell back. "Harry -" He pushed himself up to standing, almost tripping over his unfamiliar feet, and leaned down over him. If that was it, in his hand ... should he have touched it at all? Should any of them?

The rush of relief he felt when it was confirmed that they'd found what they were looking for didn't last long. "... Right," he said, straightening up and gripping his wand a little more tightly. "Let's get the hell out of here, then, shall we?" He'd be happy to leave it all behind him, and didn't particularly want to ask why they needed to leave. He could come up with a few possibilities on his own. He went to the door again, stopping on the threshold and looking back, fighting an absurd urge to keep Hermione behind him - it wasn't like anyone was out there to attack them (and she was about a head taller than he was, anyway).

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[info]cerebralwitch
2009-10-05 03:26 am UTC (link)
Hermione had gone to Harry's side automatically, but then he'd come to quick enough again and she'd hurriedly pushed the rest of the things back into the box and picked it up. Mundungus shouldn't get to profit of robbing the dead, and she'd take these to Dumbledore. A moment later she was heading out the door behind Ron - And right into the waiting couple who'd been watching them in the graveyard.

She would have reached for her wand, if the woman hadn't screamed and called out her neighbor's name, saying she'd thought they were dead. They and the children murdered. And what had happened? And why were they here? And then something about the police and in the rush to get out of the Mausoleum and to get Harry back to the safety of Hogwarts, not a word of it was making sense.

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[info]sonofastag
2009-10-05 03:36 am UTC (link)
Harry never thought of himself as the hero other people did, since half of the time his "heroic" deeds were Ron or Hermione, and the other half he'd just managed to bungle through, somehow. But he was, even if he didn't realize it, fast under pressure and quick to assess things. He'd had to be to survive this long.

The woman had looked at Hermione and Ron like she'd been trying to recognize them, before, and now she was screaming about them being dead. So. . . the hair came from dead people. Who'd been Hermione's neighbors. . . which meant it was a really bloody good thing she'd sent her parents away, no matter how odd it had been.

"It's all right! Nothing to worry about, they've just been in hiding!" he yelled hurriedly, hearing the odd sound of his own voice in this body. He caught Hermione by the wrist and then started to hurry away. He hadn't wanted to just apparate out of the crypt and leave people wondering where they'd gone - but getting out of here seemed loads more important than HOW, so they'd just. . . duck behind and apparate. He twisted his head to make sure Ron was following.

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[info]geroffme
2009-10-05 03:59 am UTC (link)
Ron stared blankly at the woman who was shouting at them, nearly frozen. The last thing they needed was for anyone to be calling attention to them, even if they were damned well disguised - and someone shouting nonsense in a graveyard was bound to turn a few heads. It didn't click for him that what she was saying was actually perfectly coherent until Harry shouted back to her. He suppressed a groan, and hurried along behind the two of them. He wanted to kick off these bloody ridiculous shoes; he didn't think it would be possible to run in them if push came to shove.

"Yeah, still in hiding, actually," he added as he passed by the shocked-looking strangers. "So keep it quiet, will you?" Merlin, something always had to go wrong ... He caught up with Harry and Hermione. "Just - behind the church, you think?" he said quietly, trying not to look over his shoulder. "We can just Apparate, they won't see ..."

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[info]cerebralwitch
2009-10-07 01:48 am UTC (link)
Apparating from behind the stones in the open with muggles about was a horrible idea, but Hermione couldn't muster up to say so because as Harry started directing her, and then Ron seemed to catch on, it finally dawned on her what the woman had been saying.

Dead. Murdered. They and the children. She had a sudden flash of her neighbors playing in their back garden with them. She could look down from her bedroom window and see over the fence, and while she'd been reading in the windowseat she would, sometimes, when she'd read for so long that her eyes began to cross.

Murdered.

And suddenly it all clicked, and she understood why. And when.

"Oh God," She whispered to herself, and her voice... sounded like her voice. Not the manly voice it had been for the last hour. The Polyjuice was wearing off.

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[info]sonofastag
2009-10-07 05:04 am UTC (link)
Harry heard that feminine note in her voice and turned, wincing as he realized her face was going a little. . . less bearded. And also a good bit fuzzier. Perfect.

"Just get out of sight," he told Hermione, his voice an odd mix of the Indian bloke's and his own as he skittered behind the Church, dragging Hermione with him, as she looked more than little stunned. He dug out his wand - and his glasses, shoving them on his face a bit lopsidedly.

"No time to get anywhere else. Just go on. Pop back to Hogsmeade," he told Hermione. Ron seemed to have caught up to what was going on already, but Harry wasn't going anywhere until Hermione was clear. Because she must have just sussed out what Harry had started to figure out as soon as the shouting started.

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[info]geroffme
2009-10-08 02:02 am UTC (link)
As he turned the corner around to the far side of the church, Ron watched them both beginning to melt back into their usual bodies - and felt his own clothes start to feel wrong around him. A very vivid memory from second year flashed into his head, and he kicked off his shoes while he still could. There wasn't going to be time to flounder around in those when they got back to Hogsmeade, probably.

"Go," he hissed in agreement, peering back around the edge of the building to be sure they weren't being followed, at least not too quickly. "If they're confused now, they'll really be wanting explanations in a few minutes."

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[info]cerebralwitch
2009-10-08 02:12 am UTC (link)
Hermione absently realized that Ron would be walking up from Hogsmeade in a skirt, and was glad on his behalf that Harry had thought to bring the cloak, but mostly even her apparation was rote. And whens she found herself inside the Shrieking Shack first, she sank down onto the broken bed, still in a bit of a haze.

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[info]sonofastag
2009-10-08 04:41 am UTC (link)
Harry was the last to pop out, a split second behind Ron, rush of voices threatening to round the corner at any moment. By the time he popped in with the others, the hands peeking out from too-long sleeves were his own, and he could feel the familiar tangle of his own hair at the back of his neck, and knew that if he took off his glasses, he'd be squinting again.

He took a second to catch his breath, tucking his wand away again and touching his pocket, where he'd shoved the re-wrapped locket. "Well. . . that could have gone worse."

He peered at Hermione a bit worriedly. "Hermione, you all right there?"

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[info]geroffme
2009-10-09 12:36 am UTC (link)
"It could have gone better," Ron countered - and he wasn't even referring to his now patently ridiculous outfit. Between the rats, the graves, Harry's collapse, and the dead people, it seemed like a pretty bare success. At least it hadn't been a total waste, but he knew that until the adrenaline wore off it was going to be hard to feel very grateful for that.

... Maybe even after that. He leaned against one of the bedposts, pushing a still-shaking hand through his hair, and watched Hermione, anxious. He didn't like seeing her look dazed - it seemed entirely wrong, and a little frightening.

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[info]cerebralwitch
2009-10-16 09:16 pm UTC (link)
"They're dead..." It took Hermione at least five more minutes to speak, though generally she processed new information quite a bit faster. By the time she spoke she was herself again, and her voice was her own even if it was decidedly shaky.

She heard that shaking, though, and then cleared her throat and swallowed once - then almost visibly pushed the thought away and stood up. "Come on," She said, waiving her wand at Ron and transfiguring his clothes back into a school uniform. "We ought to figure out how we're going to deal with that thing before everyone else goes back from Hogsmeade."

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[info]sonofastag
2009-10-16 09:37 pm UTC (link)
Ron still in a dress would normally be enough to have Harry fighting mirth. Again. But Hermione's shaking and blank look really cut through any amusement, and he gave Ron a quick look and then looked back at Hermione.

"We don't have to right away. . . you can take a bit of time, Hermione," he offered, quiet and awkward. He put an arm around her shoulders, squeezing quickly to try to offer a little comfort. Inept or no.

Hermione was focused though, and both boys found themselves ushered off to start work on figuring out how to destroy the Horcrux. Harry kept it wrapped, but just having it on him was already starting to make him feel tense, and like his skin was crawling. He hoped they sussed it out quickly.

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