“I think Ron should know,” Harry reasoned to himself. “I’m going to need help impersonating his mother. He’ll probably be more understanding than Ginny or Hermione.”
First thing was first though. Harry needed to get dressed.
He glanced down at the remains of Mrs. Weasley’s outfit. She had been wearing a rather simple set of robes.
“We can do better than this.”
Harry wrapped the robes around his chubby body like they were a towel and proceeded to exit his room, going straight for the Weasley’s bedroom. Inside, Mr. Weasley was passed out on the bed.
“Gonna have to be quick though,” Harry muttered.
It would be difficult to explain what his wife was doing naked in the bedroom. Harry tiptoed to their closet and was immediately greeted by the sight of various colorful dresses. He licked his lips, wondering which he should choose.
~
Now hard at work in the kitchen, Harry found himself enjoying cooking whilst wearing his own outfit. He had settled on a set of larger black robes that were cut down low in the front, exposing all of Mrs. Weasley’s new assets without leaving too little to the imagination. The dress must have belonged to her from in her younger days. Harry was lucky he could even squeeze into it. In fact, he lucky to find underwear in his new size. He could still feel his large breasts pouring over from the much-too-small bra and his wider hips stretched the fabric of the panties a little too far.
Still, despite his small clothes, Harry was able to work merrily doing Mrs. Weasley’s chores. The traits of the suit must have be wearing off on him, affecting his personality slightly. He was even starting to think like Mrs. Weasley, wondering what the others would want for dessert when they got back.
After about an hour, as predicted, the roast was cooked and Ron, Ginny, Hermione and the twins had arrived home. They all seemed a little surprised at Mrs. Weasley’s updated wardrobe, but didn’t say a word about it. Harry could act surprisingly well after years of practicing misdeeds at Hogwarts.
It wasn’t until dinner was finished did Harry get the chance to approach his best friend about his predicament.
Ron was in their bedroom, lazing about looking through dirty magazines. Upon Harry’s entry, his friend quickly threw the issue of Witches and Wenches underneath the covers.
“M-Mum! I swear, Harry’s the one who had it. I was just looking--”
“So, the first thing you do is throw me under the bus, Ron?”
“I-I...What?”
Harry laughed and peeled the loose skin from around his lip until the mask of the suit came undone. Stretching out the mouth, he managed to fit his real head through the openings of the skin, much to Ron’s shock and surprise.”
“Bloody hell, Harry! It was you!? How did...What did....?”
“Figured it would be easier to show you than to explain,” Harry answered back. “Long story short, I got tricked into turning your mom into a magic suit by Kreacher. Now, I gotta roleplay her so no one else catches on.”
“Well, you’re already doing a good job scaring me,” Ron sat back and took a deep breath. “Merlin’s beard, Harry. What did that stupid house elf do to my mum?”
“Don’t worry, she’s not hurt. I can sort of feel her through the suit. She’s unaware of what happened to her, but fine. It’s very strange. Sort of like when I saw through Voldemort’s snake, only warmer and pleasant.”
“Harry, do you know what this means?”
“I’m stuck as your mother for twenty three more hours?”
“No,” Ron had on an evil grin.
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