The Fantastic Quartet

The Fantastic Quartet


Harry Moaned as he came around, something was off, that much he could tell at that moment in time, for one thing his vision wasn’t blurred; in fact it was sharper then it had ever been before.

‘What is that on my face?’ He wondered to him self. Harry slowly reached up a hand towards his face, and froze when he was met with a silky like material, instead of his glasses.

Plus, he immediately noticed something soft and smooth brush against his cheek, and frowned, as he held his hand out in front of him, looking straight a head, and thought incredulously ‘Why on earth am I wearing muggle opera gloves, what in Merlin’s name is going on here?’

He slowly sat up and took in his surroundings; well; at least he knew where he was, the hospital wing, no doubt. He practically had his own bed reserved there. He snorted at the thought and shook his head, it sounded pathetic even when thinking it, what the hell did that say about him? He wasn’t that accidental prone, nor was he naturally clumsy.

He instantly froze when he caught a hint of red, red the colour of blood, from out of the corner of his eye. ‘What the hell is going on here, and where is there a mirror, when you bloody need one?’ As if right on cue a full length mirror appeared at the end of the bed, floating in mid air.

Harry yelped startled, he had not meant to summon that mirror, how had he? He never knew of ever having the ability to trigger his magic, just by mere thought alone.

He slowly stood up, fearing what he would find. He walked slowly to stand in front of the full length mirror, and stared in sheer horror. He yelped once again, his currently golden eyes widening in sheer alarm at what he was seeing. This was not what he had been expecting, not by a long shot, this hadn’t even been on the radar of possibilities.

Madam Pomfrey came rushing out of her office when she had heard Harry’s yelp. She stopped and stared when he turned to her, he looked like he’d seen Voldermort dancing in front of him, wearing a frilly thong, bra and stockings.

“What the hell happened to me?” he asked, clearly rattled and wound up. “Why am I wearing muggle formal attire, a cape and mask no less?” He finished with a grimace “And why the hell is my hair long and bright red? And my eyes, they’re golden I look like a lion with these eyes, for Merlin’s sake.”

He quickly turned on his heel, his cape flaring around him dramatically, Madam Pomfrey could not help but smile, and Harry could not help but find it kind of cool, he could already tell he was definitely going to love making the prefect exits with that little trick, Snape eat your bloody heart out.

He turned to face the others, his jaw dropping, when he caught sight of the other members of the quartet; he shook his head in disbelief. Ginny was all in white, even her hair was white, and the light pulsating glow that was surrounding her, as she continued to sleep.

Harry could not help but think that she looked like a snow goddess, she was stunning beyond words, he had been attracted to her since the beginning of fifth year, but now she was even more beautiful to him.

He turned to look at his two best friends since he was eleven, Ron was now sporting aqua hair in the same style, as him self. Hell, he was even wearing the same attire, only with Aqua, instead of blood red.

And last but by no means least, lay Hermione. She was dressed in sapphire blue from head to toe literately. She looked regal with all that sapphire hair. Her style matched Ginny’s except for the colour.

Harry stepped back, when the pulsating glow surrounding his friends ceased, he watched as they slowly started to come around. The three teens blinked disoriented, Harry Slowly walked over to Ginny’s bed and stood close by, and looked down at her, so the first thing she saw, as she woke fully, was the sight of one Harry James Potter.

Ginny moaned and asked with a sleep filled voice “Where am I, what happened, and who the hell are you?” She slowly sat up, truly taking in the male before her.

Harry smirked and merely rolled his eyes, as he commented dryly “Last time I bothered to check, I was Harry James Potter, but now I’m not so sure, I sure as hell don’t look like, nor feel like my self, that’s for sure.”

Ginny felt her jaw drop, as her eyes widened in disbelief. Harry snorted and added “If you think I look strange; then I highly recommend you look in the mirror your self” he gestured to the full length mirror at the end of his bed.

Ginny bolted off of the bed, running over to the mirror; she stopped in front of said mirror, freezing as soon as she saw, what she now looked like. She shook her head muttering over and over again “Oh no, no, no, no, this can’t be happening.” She shakingly lifted a hand to touch her stark white hair.

She turned to look at Harry, and then the other two, who looked horrified, as they slowly, stood and made their way over to the other two remaining members of their group. Ginny stood aside, and then walked over to stand beside Harry.

Hermione and Ron looked in the mirror, which had suddenly become larger to accommodate both of their reflections, they made a handsome pairing, as did Harry and Ginny, side by side.

Hermione asked, her voice trembling in fear “What happened to us?” Ron frowned and added “Merlin, I’ve never seen so much aqua in my life, hell even my eyes are aqua coloured, I was always more partial to orange actually.” He added “Oh well, I guess I’ll have to learn to like Aqua, as something tells me that there isn’t gonna be a cure for this, whatever this bloody is.”

They turned when they heard Madam Pomfrey clearing her throat; she asked when she had their full attention. “What exactly was the last thing either of you remember. I need to know, plus it would obviously help us to help the four you more?”

Harry frowned and answered “Erm, I think we were in potions, then I remember taking this neon called potion, then a world of blinding agony, it felt as if my entire being was being surrounded and infused with pure fire, it felt worse then any of the unforgivable curses, everything after that is completely blank.” The others nodded confirming the same that, that was all they too could remember.

Ron shuddered as he commented; there was a slight haunted note to his voice “I remember feeling like my veins were both on fire, and being infused with ice, at exactly the same time.” He scrubbed a shaking hand across his face, letting out a deep and shuddering breath.

Ginny sighed and closed her eyes as she added “I had no idea such agony existed, I never felt something so horrendous, it was positively chilling.” Hermione whimpered “Oh God, I wouldn’t even wish that sort of pain on Malfoy, I swear, I’ll never ever forget, for as long, as I walk this Earth.”

Poppy Pomfrey looked on in silent horror, whoever was responsible for what had happened, deserved to receive the dementor's kiss. She had no idea how she was going to tell them, that when she had run tests on them, that their magical levels had sky rocketed to levels way off the charts, and of human understanding, Harry’s especially.

Also she was dreading having to inform them, that none of their DNA and blood work resembled that of any human being, in fact it appeared as if it had somehow been mutated, to resemble something that was beyond that of any human life form. It was as if whatever had happened to them, had completely rewritten their DNA and genetic makeup, biology and structure.

Ron suddenly spoke up with a panicked edge to his voice “Bloody hell, how are we gonna cover this up, I’m pretty damn certain people are already talking about us, and are wondering what happened, and why we’ve been missing for however long that maybe?”

The others eyes widened in horror, as they realised he had a more then valid point, they could not let the entire school, or Voldemort especially, see them like this, it would be a sure recipe for disaster.

Suddenly all four doubled over, as they were hit with vision after vision, each was glowing blindingly bright in his or hers respective signature colour, it was over as soon as it had started. Each was thankful it was painless, if not overwhelming.

Harry spoke up “I know what happened to us, I also know there is no cure, and that my magic has involved, plus I’ve got new powers and abilities, abilities that aren’t human. I also discovered how we can hide our current appearances, at least until we actually will them, and call upon them into existence.”

Hermione added “I received the same knowledge.” As she spoke she closed her eyes and concentrated, moments later her current form melted away, to reveal her human form, before the accident. She was dressed in her school uniform and robes, the others all followed her example.

Ron suddenly growled “We aren’t even human anymore, our DNA, blood, biology and genetics have been mutated.” He added in a seething tone “Those fuckers, Zabini, Malfoy and Parkinson-Zabini, they are responsible for this, I saw it in one of those visions, they managed to sabotage our potions.”

He concluded with a roar of pure seething rage “I’M GONNA FREEZE THEIR ASSES TO THE CEILING IN THE GREAT HALL WHEN I GET MY FUCKING HANDS ON THEM! SO MERLIN HELP ME! THEN I’M GONNA FUCKING GOD DANM DROWNED THOSE FUCKERS!”

Everyone looked on in horror, as they realised Ron was on the verge of going off at the deep end, he was going to go psycho on the Slytherin’s. Hermione quickly walked over to him, placing a soothing hand on his chest, and looked up at him, with tears of pure anguish, in her hazel brown eyes.

Ginny sobbed “Oh sweet Merlin, we aren’t even human anymore, I think I’m gonna be sick.” Harry quickly made his way over to her, and gathered in his arms, as she sobbed violently, and trembled in his embrace.

Harry buried his face in her hair, soaking her hair, with tears that were rapidly flowing from his eyes, eyes that were once more bright green. He choked out between sobs “It isn’t bloody fare, damn it, all I ever wanted was to be normal, tell me how come shit like this, always happen to me, and those I care about?”

Madam Pomfrey had bolted as fast as she could, and called Albus over the floo network, as soon as Ron had let rip full force with his temper. She had informed him that they were awake, and weren’t reacting to the situation at all well, and that three Slytherin’s in particular were not safe, as the four were out for their blood, Mr. Weasley especially.

She had informed him of what Ron was threatening to do, that she didn’t think it was an idle threat, believing he was probably capable of such a thing, and much worse, if his blood work and DNA, had been anything to go by.

Albus had informed her as calmly as possible, whilst on the inside he had been screaming in horror, that he would be along immediately, that she was to try and keep them all from leaving the hospital wing, Mr. Weasley in particular.

Albus had entered the hospital wing just in time to witness Harry taking his frustration out on the still floating mirror, he let rip with a scream of pure rage and anguish, and thrust his hands out in front of him, as flames roared to life out of his palms, and hit the mirror full blast, disintegrating it in the process.

They all looked on in horror and awe, as a pile of ashes scattered on the floor, was all that was left of what had once been, a large full length mirror. Harry had disintegrated glass and pure solid gold, it was unbelievable.

Albus took an involuntary step backwards, he was floored, what he had he just witnessed was a display of inhuman proportions, it was a display to put even a raging, fire breathing dragon to shame. Albus suddenly had a thought of Harry facing Voldemort and letting go in such a fashion, he could not help but grimace, and let out a slight shudder.

Snape and McGonagall had also accompanied him, McGonagall as support to the four students from her house, and Snape to see if he could be of any assistance in the potions department. They both took a step back along with Albus, as they looked on in horror, as they felt a chill that stabbed them, to the very core.

Snape would never admit it out aloud, but the potions master, slash head of Slytherin house and death eater turned spy, was truly terrified of the boy who lived. What he had just witnessed was truly inhuman, literately. He swallowed hard, it was official; the son of his child hood thorn in his side, was now a manic pyro. Merlin, help them all.

Snape was mortified, of all the elemental powers Harry could have gained under his control, it just had to be the most lethal and devastating of them all, Fire, why fire, of all things. This was something Severus Snape was having a problem dealing with; this made the teen extremely lethal.

He did not envy Malfoy or the Zabini’s and Voldemort, Voldemort especially, as an opponent with the potential to be lethal, had just become lethal for real. And what made it even worse, and that much more disturbing to Snape, was that Harry would not reach the full peek of his magical power, not until he reached twenty one.