“As far as Kreacher said, yes. I just need the Black family’s special wand and to say the chant, then poof.”
“I need a favor, Harry.”
“What? What kind of favor?”
“I need you use to use that spell on Ginny.”
Harry blinked a few times. “What?”
“You heard me. I need to borrow my sister’s identity. Just for tonight!”
While Harry immediately blushed at the thought of transforming Ginny into a flattened suit just like her mother, he was also wary of the consequences.
“Ron, we don’t know how dangerous this spell is. Kreacher could have been lying. It could be permanent!”
“That didn’t stop you from using it!”
“Only because I didn’t have much of a choice without getting in trouble! You’re talking about using it knowingly, Ron! And on your sister no less!”
“Look, mate, there’s something I need to know. And if you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours. Deal?”
The idea of making a new suit wasn’t the first thing Harry wanted to do with this untapped power. But he couldn’t lie that if there was anyone he wanted to try the spell on next, it was Ginny. Though Ron being the one use to use the suit wasn’t quite what he had in mind, he reasoned that he could always just use the Ginny suit later.
“...Fine. But you don’t get to use the wand, Ron.”
“Deal!”
Harry sighed and went to his laundry to rummage for his dirty sock. He hid the wand within the sleeves of Mrs. Weasley’s robes and quickly slipped the mask back on, puckering his lips to get it on properly.
“Now then,” he said in Mrs. Weasley’s voice. “I’ll go distract Ginny into our room and you lock the door behind her.”
“Got it.”
Cracking his knuckles, Harry quickly thought of an excuse to lure Ginny into their trap.
Within moments, he was in the girl’s shared room which was further down the hall from theirs. As was usual, their bedroom was much cleaner than Ron and his with all their clothes neatly packed in the drawers and nothing left on the floor. Hermione was busy reading a book while Ginny seemed to be writing notes of some kind in the corner of the room.
“Ginny, dear,” Harry began. “Ron said you left something of yours in his room. Can you come pick it up?”
Ginny rolled her eyes but obeyed her mother’s call. She put her journal down and followed Harry outside into the hall. He lured her into their bedroom and waited for Ron to slam the door behind them.
Before Ginny could even react to the sudden trap, Harry whipped out the wand and said. “Deflatus Os Cutis!”
Ginny had turned around just in time to get hit by the spell’s bolt right in her stomach. She doubled over before she could see that it was Harry who casted the spell. Unlike her mother, the curse wasted no time deflating Ginny. She collapsed instantly into a heap of skin and clothes.
Ron had on more or less the same face Harry did when he first used the spell. “Bloody hell! It worked.”
“More or less.”
Harry’s redheaded friend stepped over to the remains of his sister, holding up her empty face as her clothes slid off her flattened body.
“What do I do now?”
“You gotta enter her.”
“I get that. But how?”
“Through her mouth, of course.”
“Bloody hell…”
Ron looked like he was having second thoughts. Clearly, the sight of turning his little sister into effectively a pile of goo was a bit too much for him.
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