𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 ━━
✧˖*. | ❝I don't want to see anymore.❞ | ✧˖*.
Marisol Bright can see the timer on people's lives, and when she sees Fred Weasley's timer, she can't help but feel saddened. She never wants anything to do with people's timers - es...
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Willa stood next to George, holding hands with him. Marisol stood in front of Fred with his arms wrapped around her.
"You must be Willa," said Bill as the two shook hands. "Lovely to meet you."
"You as well," said Willa.
"And you must be Marisol," said Bill as he turned to the girl. "Fred has talked about you a lot. He's very smitten with you."
Fred glared at him, opening his mouth to retort, but Moody stomped into the room, shoving people out of the way.
"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."
"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.
Willa gently smacked his shoulder and sent him a warning look.
"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," he said 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.
Willa rolled her eyes, while Marisol shook her head with a smile. A pile of Harry's clothes was in the center of the room for the clones 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.
The twins mocked Moody from behind.
"You know, I don't think I really like my girlfriend looking like Harry," said Fred.
George shook his head. "Can't say I do either." He leaned over to look at Willa's butt, which was now Harry's butt. "Doesn't make me feel the same."
Willa smacked his head. Marisol snorted, shaking her head in silent laughter.
"No-no-no, don't laugh." Fred wagged his finger in Marisol's face. "You stare at my butt all the time."
She blushed, shaking her head frantically. "I - I do not."
"Yes, you do."
"I think you're mistaking me for you, Fred," she retorted.
