HP: I got Transmigrated into the World of Magic

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"Hey! That's my cousin!"

"Oh you don't even know her," I say, waving the objection away, "plus, she could look like anyone you want, though she might not appreciate you asking her to look like Hermione one night and Daphne the next."

Despite the darkened room I can tell he's blushing furiously during his sudden coughing fit. "You should tell Seamus and Dean about that," he says once he's recovered, "they'd make it their life's mission to marry a metamorphmagus."

"I should tell Hermione, too," I say with a mischievous grin.

Harry laughs. "Sure, if you want to die a most painful death."

I laugh too. "Sure, until she finds out that you have a bit of the talent." As his laugh immediately drops into a gaping stare I laugh even harder. "Remember when Petunia cut your hair and it grew back?"

Once I calm down and he asks me seriously, I inform him I'm not really sure about that, but it would be good to speak to Tonks about it. 

I hope that I've given him enough to think about that he doesn't bring up his hypothesis about me knowing the future ever again.

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It takes a few days, but eventually Fleur stops turning deathly pale every time she looks in our direction. 

Her parents had been only very slightly relieved that there was a chance to pay me back, given the information they were now attempting to help us locate. 

I remember reading a fanfiction novel that in which her mother approached the Veela Council and they found a way to remove the Horcrux, but nothing like that came up while we were speaking so I have no idea if there even is such an organization.

The rumor mill grows when Fleur comes to speak to Harry, Hermione, and I on occasion. She doesn't do it often, especially when Ron is around since he seems to have no resistance at all, but she takes advantage of our resistance to her aura when it's just Harry or me. 

Our morning runs become far less frequent – with the rigorous training in the Room of Requirement we only run on days with nice weather – but when she asks to join us for the next one, Hermione suggests inviting Cedric and Viktor as well. 

Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall would find it most amusing and encouraging to look out and find several dozen people from all three schools and all four Hogwarts Houses jogging around the grounds. 

The run wasn't too comfortable to me, since I was up until late last night expending a significant chunk of my magic to shape and charge my newest set of hand-held shield runestones. 

But I think I made a decent showing despite that and the grueling pace set by Harry, Viktor, and Hermione. Many of the newcomers were wearing school robes and lagging quite a bit behind the regulars, and many girls gave up well before we stopped...probably since they couldn't catch Viktor or Cedric.

As we make our way back to the castle I find myself alone with my thoughts, the others having engaged in conversation either amongst themselves or with newcomers. 

I consider inviting some more people to train with us, but quickly dismiss the idea. I realize the Room of Requirement becomes pretty much common knowledge next year, in canon at least, but I really don't want to take the chance of anybody else taking Ravenclaw's diadem because of what I've changed. 

I have considered taking it sooner rather than later, but I have no way of getting it to...oh, Merlin's balls, I'm an idiot! With a quick glance at my surroundings, which I had been largely ignoring up until now, I spot the two marks speaking to Fleur, Viktor, Cedric, and Cho.

"Harry, Hermione," I say, throwing my arms over their shoulders. "We need to take care of something important, so I hope you haven't got your next couple of hours mapped out. Catch up, if you please. My apologies, Ms. Delacour, Mr. Krum, Mr. Diggory, Ms. Chang." Without waiting for their reply I jog back up to the castle.

As I attempt to walk leisurely around the seventh floor, I wonder what the Room would provide if I wasn't asking it for anything in particular. 

As I turn a corner to complete my fourth lap, I spot Harry leaning against the wall, looking out Luna's window. 

Hermione stands in the middle of the corridor, and I catch her shifting her weight back and forth before she takes a more rigid stance with her hands on her hips.

"What are you on about, William?" Hermione asks. "That was rude, you know."

"Sorry, Hermione, I'm a bit anxious to do something I realize I should have done a long time ago," I say as I continue charging right past her toward the corner with the moving tapestry.

"Wait, Will—" Hermione starts, but I cut her off.

"Are we clear, Harry?"

I faintly the hear the rasp of unfolding parchment, then, a moment later, "clear."

I need the place where everything is hidden.

I need the place where everything is hidden.

I need the place where everything is hidden.

Upon opening the door and shuffling Harry and Hermione in, I immediately have to fight off the urge to sneeze at the thick layer of dust covering everything. The Room seems just as large as it was in the movie, which surprises me. 

I don't remember if they actually used broomsticks in the book, but seeing it now, it seems possible. As the door melts into the wall behind me, I feel rather overwhelmed with the search.

"What are we looking for, Will?" Harry asks.

"The diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw," I say solemnly.

Hermione pales. "How do we find it?"

"It should be resting on a stone bust, so that should make it easier to find. Also, if you find a Vanishing Cabinet, we should go ahead and destroy it beyond any hope of repair. Or try to destroy it, anyway; I don't know if it's protected somehow."

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