While his aim had been perfect, Harry watched in horror as the woman stepped in front of him, her arms raised to press on his chest. He could not stop the spell or redirect it. He could only watch as the swirling blue and purple spell hit her with a splash. As the woman collapsed to the ground, multi-color smoke began to rise out of every whole.
The man did not any time to react either, as Hermione's spell swiftly hit him.
"No choice now," she said, smirking at him. "We'll have to wear them." The multi-color smoke rising from the two deflating bodies shifted in the air. Harry watched as the smoke from the woman twisted before spiraling back toward him. He took a deep breath on instinct, bracing himself for the impact that never came, but the breath swallowed the smoke into him.
A rush of memories filled him, staring with that night and getting ready for dinner with her boyfriend. They more recent ones were clearer, same with the surface or mechanical ones, but the further back were jumbled. He cradled his head to try and hold back the headache forming. Hermione did the same, leaning against him as her own smoke entered her.
The headaches passed after a few minutes, the smoke completely entering them and leaving them alone in the alleyway with the two skin suits. Harry shook his head and stared down at the woman's body. "We're not going to get another chance to do this, are we?"
"No," Hermione said. "We'll need to completely integrate these memories before we could do that."
"What happened to them?"
"We're becoming them. Its not murder since we're them now. They exist, just in us." Hermione said. She stepped toward her suit, lifting it up off the ground. "We better get moving. Its getting colder, and we need to undress to put them on."
"Go first," Harry said, wanting to put off the change. Hermione shrugged and moved behind the dumpster with her suit. He stared forward, trying to manage the memories that were still sorting themselves out. Occulmency helped, but only so much.
He started with the relationship between the two: they were dating, had been for about a year. He was some type of soldier, or security specialist. Not recently, as he retired from that and worked for some marketing consulting firm. He never talked about his work or his past life, but she was okay with that. She didn't know or really care. she loved him because he didn't want her to change . She was rich, very rich, very very rich, but a bit of a ditz. She knew it, but managed to craft a small business empire through her parents contacts then her own. She played up the bimbo act, and then was a bit cut-throat in return.
"Who the fuck did we hit?" Harry asked.
"I don't know," a deep voice Harry recognized as Michael's, her boyfriend, said from behind him. He turned to see Hermione now wearing Michael's skin. He flushed, finding it hard to stop the memories of what Michael did to Angie, the woman from his memories. "But I like it."
Michael flexed his arms, and even from under the coat and the suit, Harry could see the muscles he knew were there. He stared up at the man, trying to think what he needed to do next.
"Get a move on," Michael said, the smirk taking on a whole new meaning and promise. "We have reservations." Harry nodded, finding it hard to fight against Angie's memories. He grabbed the skin, careful to make sure he didn't drop the shows or anything else and moved back to where Hermione had changed. There was her moleskin bag on the ground, probably where she put her clothes. "Remember, you got to get naked."
Harry flushed and started to undress. He tried to ignore the biting cold, and focus on the changes to come.
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