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The summer has been way too peaceful in comparison, which is why Harry just waits for the other shoe to drop. Of course, he had to stay positive, if only because the twins had agreed to his twisted decision. That is, dying his hair and fixing his eyes. Anyway, his point still stood; the summer at Grimmauld Place had been way too quiet in comparison to previous ones (prior to Harry’s eleventh birthday). This truly is a recipe for a catastrophe in itself.
They’ve been cleaning Sirius’s house since Harry’s arrival. They were almost finished with the first floor when Harry said, “Be right back!” and disappeared to the second floor.
Harry’s been ecstatic at the mere thought of getting rid of his glasses and getting his hair dyed. Aunt Petunia always told him and Dudley that “only hooligans dye their hair,” and that “it’s too expensive.” But Harry will look like his best friend by the time the twins finish their work, so he has the right to be happy. Ron didn’t know it yet, but Harry will become his very own twin, well, kind of, but anyway, this is going to be a happy summer (it’s not). Carpe diem!
Ron didn’t expect much when Harry went upstairs, really, but when Harry strolled down with RED FUCKING HAIR AND BLUE EYES WITHOUT HIS GLASSES, Ron had every right to be furiously surprised. Yeah, Ron could not have predicted this, truly. So the only thing he could do was gag and say “Bloody hell, mate!”. The rest probably did the same anyway. Like, who wouldn’t be surprised, or who would not frown? Maybe Snape, but that’s beside the point. “Surprise?” Harry finally mustered, “I’ll give you a surprise, mate!” Ron threatened, pointing an accusing finger at Harry, “What. The. Fuck. Harry-!” he was interupted by Hermione scolding him, “Language, Ronald, honestly, how many times do I have to tell you this?” she sighed.