It was chilly outside, even though it was spring. It was ok though, she liked it to be cooler. It made it easier for her to run and jump about and not fear heat exhaustion as much. The assault course that had been build in the side courtyard of Croft Manor had just goes under renovations and Lara was excited to try them all out for the first time. It had been at least three months since she had run a proper drill and she felt rusty. Of course she had her Ball-room-converted-into-a-gym but that offered little challenge to her. She lined herself up with the course, the wind gently blowing about her, raising goosebumps on her arms. She was dressed in a pair of camouflage fatigue pants and a dark gray tank top. Her hair pulled back into a tight braid to keep her hair manageable.
She took a step onto the wooden platform then up to the next step, walking all the way to edge, looked down at the sand pit below her. It was a two foot drop but falling was still out of the question. Lara hit the start button of her stop watch and then took off. She jumped from the starting platform to the the next one easily. She then took a running jump to the next one, set a bit higher up. She made it, but just barley. Ahead she saw the next obstacle. She took another running jump, going as high as she could and grabbed the ledge that was mounted on the tall wall in front of her. She pulled herself up to the next ledge then onto the top of the tall platform. She walked up to the edge and lined herself up with the beam in front of her. She took a brisk step onto it, testing it. It was just smaller that the sole of her boot. The beam held fast and off she went taking one step after the next, her balance like a cat. She was almost disappointed at how easy it was going when the been began to shiver under her. She caught her balance and saw exactly what was happening. The beam was set up like a see-saw. The first half being easy but the second part she would have to be a bit more clever about. She took a step back and set her left foot sideways on the beam and the put weight on her right foot, which was on the opposite side of the joint. The beam began to tilt forward, slowly at first but gaining momentum. As it tilted Lara began to slid down the length of it. One she had slid a good two feet she jumped as hard as she could. Grabbing the ledge of the next platform. She shimmied sideways as the beam corrected itself. She pulled herself up and grinned at the next challenge. There was a long set of monkey bars that ended over a pool of water. She jumped up and grabbed the metal bars and began to swing across, her weight propelling her forward. Sh reached the end and let go, pointing her toes and plunging into the cold water below. Ahead of her as a long tunnel. She surfaced for a moment to take in a breath of air then dived back down, making her way into the long tunnel. The other end let out at the bottom of a wall covered in chain link fencing. Lara heaved herself out of the water and on to the fencing. Her pants and boots were heavy with water and her socks squished with each foot hold. Once at the top Lara found that the second to last obstacle was one of her favorites. She took a step to the edge and grabbed tight to the handles of the zip line. She sped downward toward the finish and landed on the grassy area, rolling to break the fall. Finally, she ran full speed at the finish line. She crossed it and hit the stop button on the watch.
She could do better and she knew it. As she put the watch into her pocket she saw her butler, Winston, walking up to the gate to the assault course form the main courtyard. "Miss Croft, there is someone here who would like to speak with you." He said through the gate.
"Alright, I will be there in just a moment." She said, ringing the water out of her braid. She went in the side door and took a detour into her room to change out of her wet clothing. She may not have been to terrible a fan of high society, she did have a great amount of class. She slipped on a button up silk blouse and pulled on a pair of flowing linen trousers. On her feet she replaced her sopping wet boots with a simple pair of sandals. She made her way into the main hall, descending the stairs to find Winston talking to a man in a long coat and a fedora.
"You wanted to speak with me?" Lara said, grabbing the strangers attention. He removed his hat, revealing a head of white hair. She noticed a briefcase in his hand.
"Ah, Lady Lara Croft, such a pleasure to meet you. I am Julian Harthow. I am here on behalf of someone who...well, if we may discus this privately," He said with an American accent, smiling at Lara.
"Of course Mr. Harthow. Why don't w e retire to the trophy room whist Winston fetches us some tea." She said, gesturing towards a wall. He looked puzzled as Lara walked him right up to a panel in the wall. She smirked and grabbed the wall sconce mounted there and watched Julians face as the wall suddenly popped open to reveal a room lit bay a large fire place and decorated with item that many thought not to exist.
"Please, have seat," Lara motioned to a sofa and chairs set up next to the fireplace, a wooden table in front of them. Julian did as instructed and took a seat in one of the large chairs. He set the briefcase on the table as Lara sat on the sofa, propping her feet up on the table. "Now what is it you wanted to talk about? Who sent you?" She asked.
"I'm afraid i can not tell you his name, but i can tell you that he seeks your skills and talent to retrieve an item for him. He is prepared to pay you handsomely for your service of course-"
"I would suggest you get to the juicy part, you are losing my interest." Lara said. She got offers all the time that people would pay he to find some useless bit off pottery for some measly amount of cash, "What is it that he wants me to find?" She demanded, leaning forward.
"Oh yes, of course. He opened the briefcase and handed Lara file. She took it and as soon as she opened it, her eyes lit up.
"Deal, where do i have to be and when?" She asked.
It was a hot, muggy day, as it almost always was in Miami. The beer in Drake's hand was dripping with condensation. He sat on the beach, His trunks still drying out from his recent swim. The sun beat down on his face, his eyes protected by a pair of dark sunglasses he had bought at a shop by the beach. He was just about to fall asleep in his beach chair (which is a very hazardous thing to do as you will wind up redder than a lobster) when he was stirred by a voice.
"Nathan Drake?" The voice asked as shadow came over Drakes face.
"Who's askin'" he said, trying to focus on the silhouette of the stranger blocking his sun.
"My name is Jonathan Wheatly, I'm here on behalf of someone who seeks your employment." He said. Drake was able to see him more clearly now. He was dressed in long khaki slacks and a silk shirt with a while fedora perched on his head. He was an older gentleman.
"Who want me to find what where?" Drake asked, sitting up and looking at the gentleman.
"I'm afraid I cannot disclose that information but I can tell you he is prepared to pay you a handsome sum of money for your services," He said
"How handsome?" He asked, standing up.
"Five hundred thousand, plus travel and equipment expenses," Jonathan said. Drake perked up at the idea of that much money. He also, at this point, noticed that Jonathan was holding an attaché case.
"Sounds good, now what am I looking for?" Drake was interested now.
"Not here, Sir. I have somewhere we can discuss this privately. Follow me" He said, turning and beginning to walk down the beach. Drake followed, feeling a bit unsure about this. They walked across the hot sand until they arrived at a large hotel. Once inside they took the elevator up several floors. Drake was nervous about following this stranger to a hotel room. After the elevator ride they finally arrived at the room. Inside was like any other hotel room in Florida, tacky wall paper and a print of the beach on the wall over the bed.
"Have seat Mr. Drake," Jonathan said, gesturing at a chair by a small table set up in the corner of the room.
"Yeah," Drake sat down as he was instructed, "Now what is it that this mystery guy wants me to find?" He asked, thankful that his shorts had dried on the walk to the hotel.
"Here you are," Said Jonathan, placing a manila envelope in front of Drake. He opened it up and flipped through the pages, his eyes scanning over the various documents and photos. Now he was really interested, but he didn't want to seem to eager.
"The Golden Apple of Discord?" He asked, looking up at the older man.
"Yes sir, you find that and you will be rewarded with the five hundred thousand," He said.
"Ok, I'll do it." Drake said standing up.
"Very well, Sir. You will stay here, in this room." The man said, handing Drake a key card.
"Alright, I guess i can cancel my other hotel room," He laughed looking at the card.
"It's being taken care of." Jonathan said, i smirk on his face, "I am going to leave now, if you need me, call this number," He handed Drake a card with a phone number written on it, "On this phone and only this phone." At this point he pulled an expensive looking smart phone out of the attaché case and gave it to him.
"What about my clothes and stuff?" Drake asked, realizing that he did not want to stay in his swim suit this whole time.
"Your bags are being retrieved from your other hotel room and will be delivered here shortly. In the mean time,, feel free to take a shower and wash up. Be sure to keep the phone within earshot though,"
"Ok, then." Drake said, smiling hesitantly at Jonathan before watching him leave the room.
Drake noticed that the attaché case had been left on the table. He picked it up and looked though it to see if he could find anything else. Inside he found a charger for the phone and nothing else. He checked all the drawers of the room and the windows, finding only the complimentary bible and a room service menu. Finally, Drake made his way into the bathroom of the hotel room, seeing that it was rather large and had a large tub with jets, he decided to take the opportunity to relax before his life got very busy. He turned on the water, adjusting it to the right temperature before leaving it to fill up. He made sure there were towels where needed then promptly slipped out if his trunks, which felt salty and sandy from the beach. He brushed of as much sand as he could from himself (how it had gotten in all the places it did was a mystery to him) before finally letting himself slip into the water and relaxing his muscles. He had set the phone by the tub, making sure it was on and had a full charge. His mind began to drift about this job. Where would they send him? Would he find the mythical Apple? What if he didn't? What if he did? He dozed off then, the warm water jets massaging his back and legs. This would probably be his last good bath for a while so he decided that it had to be enjoyed.
A medicine wheel type thing. A creational picture left deliberately vague for um, meditational purposes! With story
It was late morning as Tawny Owl took upwards. Hungrily he fancied duckling would be on todays menu, and he knew just the place where there were several.
With a family to feed as well as himself he flew quickly from the woods and over the fields to a pond where on which he had spied a large family of ducks only 3 days earlier.
He could snatch one to tear apart and swallow and later on he would regurgitate most of it to his family when he returned.
Wingtips curling the clear blue sky it wasn't long before he had the pond in vision and so he took to perch upon the dead wood tree top close by the ducks dwelling. With no leaves to obscure his head to rotate 360 degrees all around this was his preference.
After a couple of neck spins to ensure his space was quiet he rested his gaze upon the pond by the reeds.
Mother Duck was paddling with all 6 baby ducklings circling their own ripples around her while she dipped her head under water spooning for tadpoles in the mud at the bottom, her little wet tail wiggling in the air as she did. She could hold her breath for a very long time.
Although Mother Duck couldn't see Tawny Owl or her ducklings as she did, this was no good. If at all possible Tawny Owl wouldn't take to well to fell to water. His feathers were made for soaring, not swimming, and plunging at a duckling in the pond, if timed not to perfection could end up with him too far under. He would have to wait on top of the dead wood tree patiently for an opportunity, turning his head just occaisionally.
Mother Duck and the ducklings continued to swim out to the centre and back to the reeds.
While watching Tawny Owl heard a noise like a fierce approaching growl from behind. Widening his eyes and spinning his head around he pinpointed the sound. It was one of the shiny metal boxes travelling at great speed along the pitch black paths upon which nothing ever grew.
The pitch black path was long and not very windy. It split into two with one side curved close around the pond while the other continued further away to split again elsewhere.
Tawny Owl watched the shiny metal box blinking as it slowly took the turny path and sped on. Tawny Owl disliked these boxes. They were always scaring his food away, and sometimes they even killed his dinner before him always leaving them to be flattened by yet more.
Such was the boxes speed as it went past that it made its own wind wafting across the pond ruffling the ducks to take notice. As it did this a small yellow parcel flew out from the box and landed on the edge of the dark path, its sides bursting open as it hit the hard ground.
Mother Duck raised her beak as though looking in the air and then swam towards the parcel. She flopped her flappy feet through the mud and waddled over to where it lay and began pecking away for it obviously contained something to eat. The ducklings still in the water watched their mother and swam towards the bank near where she was, copying her every move as they did.
Mother Duck happily tucked into the free food, grabbling piece by piece, each time lifting her wobbling head up so it slipped easier down her long slender neck.
Tawny Owl watched his chance grow greater. Very soon the ducklings would be out of the water and it would be easy to grab one as Mother Duck was busy. One by one they struggly hopped about in the mud and Tawny Owl gave his body a quick shake, lifted his wings and took upwards into a circle ready to swoop when the best moment arrived.
As he prepared he heard another familiar growl and panning his gaze to the side he saw another shiney box take the turn toward the pond, this one was moving very quickly indeed. He would have to wait until it passed so he continued to circle the air near the dead wood tree.
The shiney box rushed past the pond past Mother Duck still guzzling her food. For a brief moment the shiny box hid the ducks from Owls vision as it wizzed by below. When it had passed he saw Mother Duck lying down at the side of the dark path. The shiny box had taken and left yet another animal for no good reason.
The ducklings had pulled themselves out of the mud had now caught up with their Mother Duck as she lay on the side of the dark path and began to circle around her, some climbing on her back and others trying to hide under her wing.
Tawny Owl watched them as he took upwards slightly ready to dive at them now. When then again he caught with his ears another growling of the boxes obviously taking the turn.
This time he decided to take his chance while he could. Down he soared and swooped as fast as possible towards the huddling ducklings and their now limp mother.
Right above them as he neared the ground he reached back his wings to slow and pushed his talons forwards.
Swiftly and gently he grabbed the Mother Duck and clumsily took up. She was heavy and he couldn't fly high at all above the water as he crossed the pond. He flew to the other side of the reeds and dropped her still breathing body to rest as all the little ducklings followed across the mud and water away from the pitch black path to where they saw their mother safely laying.
It was late afternoon as Tawny Owl took upwards. Hungrily he fancied rabbit would be on todays menu, and he knew just the place where there were several...
This is a poem I made a month ago for English class, which is dedicated to the trilogy, "The Hunger Games," written by Suzanne Collins. It is according to Katniss Everdeen's perspective. I just thought I'd share it here on dA since I never use my blogspot anymore xD...
"Where have you been?!" cried Spike, his tail twitching with anger, but his shoulders sagging with relief. Twilight sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with a hoof. "What's wrong Spike?" she looked around. Her bed was still tucked made from the day before, but it was slightly rumpled, as she had fallen asleep, without getting under the blanket. The first rays of sun blinked through the windows. "What's wrong?! We couldn't find you anywhere, that's what's wrong! We've been searching for you since noon yesterday!" "I'm a grown pony, Spike. I don't need to let everyone know what I'm doing and where I am going," Twilight grumbled. She didn't remember much from last night, she just knew that her eyes were stinging and her head pounding. Twilight walked to the bathroom and turned on the water. Looking in the mirror she found a warped reflection staring back at her. Her mane stuck out in all directions, there were circles under her eyes, and she had a scratch on her ear. She splashed her face with the icy water. "Don't walk away!" Spike shouted from behind her, "I'm yelling at you!" "I'm aware that you are yelling at me." "Fine! Be that way, I'm going to go tell our friends that you're alright!" and he stomped out. Twilight sighed with relief. She was glad to have the little dragon off her case, especially when she was feeling like a pile of manure. She made herself a cup of coffee, not even bothering to doctor it. It tasted horrible, but it woke her up. What had happened last night? She remembered going to talk to the Brothers, and the cup of cider, but after that it all kind of blurred together. The cider she had had the day before was much stronger than the stuff she had occasionally sipped on in Canterlot. She finished the coffee, shuddered at the taste, and headed back to the bathroom to get ready for the day, feeling horrible was no excuse for not working. Luckily Rarity has insisted on showing Twilight a few spells, for those late nights and especially bad mane days. They came in handy now. As she finished up a wave of guilt washed over her. She hadn't meant to be mean to Spike, she was just tired was all, tired with a horrible headache. She'd better go and apologize to him before going on with her work. "I'll be back shortly Owlicious, if you can get my supplies ordered before heading to bed," she said. Owlicious' large round eyes followed her, and if she didn't know better she'd say the bird looked angry at her. She paused a moment letting her eyes adjust to the bright, bright sun. Twilight stepped outside of the library, straightening her posture before heading out to make right with her friends. She made it a couple houses down before her name was shouted. Twilight whipped around seeing no one, and then she looked up. Above her flew the pale gray Pegasus with a yellow mane, and an array of bubbles for a cutie mark. "You made your friends sick with fear Twilight Sparkle!" said Derpy her lower lip sticking out in a pout, one eye focused on Twilight the other towards the sky, "I'd throw a muffin at you but that would be a waste of a muffin. That wasn't very nice of you to scare them like that." "I'm sorry Derpy, I didn't mean to!" she replied with all the sincerity she truly felt, "I just needed to a take a walk, to think, I didn't want to bother anyone with all of them so busy. And I just kinda got lost. And when I got home it was just so late and I was just so tired I didn't mean to get mad at him and " Twilight's voice just kept rising as she got more stressed. And then he was interrupted by a voice from behind
I gotta say I was only planning "How It Works," being a oneshot fanfic, but after the reception it got? Well all I can say it is my most popular work ever! I truly want to thank all you readers for being so awesome! And if you can't tell she's got a bit of a hangover XD. Gosh I can honestly say I am just THRILLED right now! You guys are fantastic! I hope to upload the next chapter tomorrow!
Also you guys better go check out ~Cartuneslover16 Who made the absolutely epic title cover! Go and watch her I command you! A full view of the title picture can be found here: [link]
Dawn was fast approaching in Ponyville, with everypony still asleep... except for one.
In a clearing not far from Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie Pie stood next to a large contraption while leafing through a hard-bound book. Eventually, she found what she was looking for, and closed it, reading the title on its cover once more: "Winged Species of Equestria."
It would serve her well. Then again, most the books she borrowed from Twilight usually did.
After placing the book inside the contraption's side basket, she hopped on its seat, placed her hind hooves on its pedals, and used them for their intended purpose. The contraption's wheels turned, allowing her to roll, as she steered straight ahead with her front hooves, first along a smooth meadow, and then down a speed-yielding hill.
Once she was satisfied with her acceleration, she made sure the path before her was clear, and then moved one front hoof from the vehicle's secondary controls. With a pull of levers, the adjustments she had recently made to the machine shifted into action. Rotor blades on the top and tail spun, giving her lift, and soon, she was airborne.
Now, for the final test. Another shift of levers... and she was able to turn to her heart's content. Left, right, down, higher still... no angle, no direction, was denied her.
Pinkie Pie sighed in relief, her first destination already clear in her mind.
"All systems go," she whispered to herself. "Just you wait, Dashie. I'll save you..."
With a gleeful cackle, she flew off into the sunrise.
Later that morning...
Rarity dashed in as soon as Twilight Sparkle answered her door, and clutched her in her forelegs. "I came as soon as I got word! Are you all right? Emotionally, I mean, it didn't sound like you were physically attacked, or-" She stopped and froze. "Oh my gosh, were you?"
Twilight gently pulled back and giggled. "Rarity, I'm fine. It's not nearly as bad as all that." She looked at the small crowd of ponies that Rarity had just joined. "Okay, I think that's everyone. Let's take roll. Applejack?"
"Don't call me "'m", I'm hardly old enough. Rarity?"
"Ready and waiting, Mademoiselle Sparkle!"
"Errr... wow, thanks. Fluttershy?"
"Oh! I, um... I-"
"Got it! Aaaaand Pinkie Pie."
"Pinkie?" asked Rarity.
Twilight nodded. "She wanted in. Says she's been having problems even predating yours."
Rarity did a double-take. "You don't say? Color me curious, then! I do so wonder what could offset her..."
"Oh, hang on, I just remembered," said Applejack. "Pinkie left this in my mailbox this mornin'. Envelope said to give it to you when I got here."
"Let's see it." Twilight took the letter from Applejack's offering mouth, magically unwrapped and unfolded it, and read.
"Dear Twilight: I got your call for the meeting, but I have something really really Really Really REALLY REALLY important to take care of! I promise I'll be there as soon as I can, but please, start without me! In my place, I've already made your house as totally festive as possible, so it'll feel like I'm there even when I'm not! Kisses and Smiles, Pinkie Pie."
Twilight looked up from the letter. "'Festive?'"
All ponies present looked above and around themselves, and were greeted with balloons and streamers completely spread around Twilight's living room.
"Um... how long have those been there?" asked Fluttershy.
"I... I don't know," said a bewildered Twilight. "I... for crying out loud, I live here, how did she-"
"S'just Pinkie bein' Pinkie," said Applejack. "Best not to pay it no mind. You'll go loopy otherwise."
Twilight sighed and motioned for everypony present to sit. "I guess you're right. Okay, so, secret meeting. I'm sure you already know why, since this was originally Rarity's idea. Simply put, strange things are happening in Ponyville, and I want to put a stop to it."
Twilight's eyes narrowed.
"Which means we've got to figure out what to do... about Rainbow Dash."
Rarity smiled as she put the finishing touches to Rainbow Dash's weekly Pegasus Special--a full intense grooming of her mane, tail, coat and wings. "All done, Dash! You can get up now." She became slightly giddy when she saw Rainbow Dash smile--Rarity had learned that this was the part her clients loved the most.
"Really? Awesome, thanks Rarity!" Rainbow Dash rose to all fours, went to the mirror, and examined herself. Seconds later, her face twisted into a small frown. "Hmmm..."
Quick as a shot, Rarity noticed that something was amiss. "Something the matter?" she asked her friend.
Dash continued to hem and haw as she slowly spun around in front of the mirror. Finally, after some time, she said, "You missed a spot on the left part of my mane. Buuuuuut I'll make do."
Rarity gasped in shock. "Oh, did I? Curses! Hang on, then, I shall correct the error posthaste!"
Instead of walking back to Rarity, however, Rainbow Dash flew towards the door. She looked back at the boutique's central grooming station with slanted eyebrows and a sneer that Rarity had hardly ever seen on the blue pegasus. "Nah. With me, you only get one chance. See ya."
Rarity blinked, taken slightly aback. What? What was all this, now? "Then won't you at least say 'thank you' as per common courtesy before you leave?"
Dash's sneer persisted. "I only give out thanks for one hundred percent jobs. Stuff that's as perfect as I am. And that's if I'm in a good mood. You want someone to shower you with kisses?" She nodded her head towards a corner of the house. "Talk to your cat!"
At that, Rarity cast a sideways glance at Opalescence, who hissed, instantly nipping such thoughts in the bud. She looked back at Rainbow Dash, her perspective of the young flyer quickly changing with each passing second. Her muzzle turned towards the ceiling. Challenge Rarity in the art of indignance, would she? She knew not what she was getting herself into! "Hmph! Well then, perhaps I will simply begin charging for my services from this point onward."
"Do what you gotta." Dash took a cursory look around the boutique, and snickered. "Then again, from the sloppy looks of this place, I'm betting you need my charity."
Rarity gasped, placing her hoof to her heart in genuine offense! "Well, I never!..."
Dash outright laughed. "Exactly your problem, I'd say! So long, sister!"
And she zoomed off, leaving Rarity at the peak of frustration. Rarity galloped to her window, calling out after her.
"Dash! Rainbow Dash, you come back here right now, you... you..." She stopped yelling, defeated. "I swear! You think you know a pony!..."
"And you say this was a couple of weeks ago, right?" Twilight asked as she took notes in a pad.
Rarity nodded. "Yes, nearly. We've avoided each other since. She didn't show up for what would have been last week's appointment. I suppose that was a relief--I'm somewhat wary of a future conflict."
"Well, I sure wouldn't mind gettin' into one with her," Applejack said, slamming a hoof on the floor. "Y'all know what she did just last week?..."
"Aaaaand... there," Applejack said as she finished putting the last of the icing on the cake she'd been baking at Sugarcube Corner. "So glad Mr. and Mrs. Cake had those extra ingredients in stock. Everypony's gonna love the special spices in this one!"
"Hey, Applejack!" A smiling Rainbow Dash flew in through a nearby window, then focused on the cake. "Oh, wow, I've been following that smell from halfway across town! I've been herding clouds all morning and I need calories! Let me at it!" Seconds later, the cake was in her hooves.
Applejack quickly held up her hoof in denial. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Sorry, Rainbow Dash, no can do. I need that cake for today's Apple Family Gathering."
Rainbow was nonplussed. "So make another one."
"Th-that'll set the party back an hour! And even then, you'd have to pay for the stuff that went into it!"
"What? Pinkie Pie rarely pays, if ever!"
Applejack chuckled. "Oh, c'mon now, sugarcube. You and I both know she does. Just with cheap labor, s'all..."
"What, and I don't?"
Applejack found herself forced to step back as Rainbow Dash abruptly got in her face.
"After all I've done for Ponyville since I got here? Managing the weather, using my speed to save ponies from danger more times than any of us can count, helping to save the world..." Rainbow Dash scowled. "Shoot, I've even had to give up part of myself for you guys, haven't I? Otherwise I just wouldn't measure up to Ponyville's niceness standards. Now tell me, where's the fairness in that?"
"Wh-..." Applejack gasped, clearly having been thrown for a loop by the sudden outburst. Her response, however, was soft, muted, almost... hurt? "Rainbow... darlin', I don't think that's quite fair to say. Is something wrong?"
Applejack stared at Rainbow Dash, waiting for a response, and for a second, those words seemed to reach her. Dash's face softened. Her eyes widened. Applejack met them, trying to find some rhyme or reason for the events currently taking place...
...and then Angry Dash was back.
"Pfft. I don't want this stupid cake anyway. Pretty sure it's terrible. You want it?" With the cake in one hoof, she reared back. "Go fetch!"
"Rainbow Dash, no!" Applejack cried out as the cake sailed out the window and landed on the grass, unsalvageable. Two seconds later, she saw red. "All right, now see here, little missy, that was downright uncalled for! I don't care no more what your issues are, it's time somepony taught you the ins and outs of re-"
It took her that long to realize she was speaking to an empty room.
With a tearful growl, Applejack galloped off to Rarity's.
While the "secret meeting" continued below, Pinkie Pie was still high above Equestria, fighting the fatigue inherent in the practice of wingless flight.
However, she knew she couldn't give up now. She reached into her basket, pulled out a triple-decker-icing cupcake, and gulped it down in one go. Almost immediately, she gained her fifth wind, and soared higher as her pedaling hooves brought her back to cruising speed.
Just then, overhead, she heard a confident screech from another flyer, soaring over her, moving faster than her, doing loop-de-loops every so often... probably just to taunt her.
"Show-off," Pinkie said, continuing to pedal.
Still, she let it be, because that flyer's presence served to reassure her that everything was going according to plan...
"In all my days livin' here, I ain't never seen Dash get that uppity!" Applejack took a few moments to calm down, then said, "Still, if I saw her again, I wouldn't knock her out straight away. She seemed a bit... I dunno... disturbed. An' I wanna know why." She looked towards Twilight Sparkle. "What about you, Twilight? Y'all didn't agree to this meeting until today."
Twilight Sparkle sighed. "I know. but I didn't see enough evidence that something might be really wrong before. One bad day can happen to anypony. Two warrants keeping a close eye on her. But... last night..."
"'Last night?'" Rarity echoed, cocking an eyebrow.
"Well, yes." Twilight's eyes took on a cold, faraway gaze, her body shivering as she prepared to recollect something she really didn't want to--at least not so soon. But she had no choice. "I'd invited Rainbow Dash on one of my stargazing balloon rides..."
The moon shone high as Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash shared a leisurely ride in the former's balloon. As far as Twilight was concerned, the skyscape was absolutely perfect tonight, with millions of celestial bodies dotting anywhere and everywhere one could look in the distance. And here she was, prepared to capture glimpses of them all with her basket-mounted telescope.
Wait... was that a shooting star? No, it was... several of them, all in different directions! Twilight was on cloud nine... or failing that, she was pretty sure she could see it from this height.
She only hoped Rainbow Dash was having as much fun right now as she was.
"...this is so slow. Why'd you even bring me on this again?"
"Remember when you took me through that thunderstorm? That was one of the most interesting things that's ever happened to me. It was dangerous, but... fulfilling and educational. So I wanted to share with you what makes me happiest."
"Oh, okay." Rainbow Dash paused. "So... when does the 'interesting' part start?"
Twilight stiffened a bit, but resolved to keep her optimism. "Right now," she said. "This is the real reason I brought you up here..."
Twilight pointed in a direction, and soon enough, shining waves of color appeared in the sky for miles around. They sported nearly all the hues of the rainbow, but instead of keeping static, they danced in the sky, moving across it as if professionally choreographed. By itself, the display was enough to make both present forget all about the rest of the sky's wonders for a good minute.
"I give you... the aurora borealis," said Twilight, as the two ponies gasped at the sight.
"Oh, wow," said Rainbow Dash, now remembering. "You've been keeping up on Cloudsdale's schedule! They haven't made one of these for almost a year!"
"That's right. We've never seen one this close to Ponyville, so when I got word of it, I knew I had to bring you." She turned to face Dash directly, and met her eyes, intoning softly. "A rainbow in the night, beautiful and bright..."
"I..." Rainbow Dash fought her blush as best she could, but failed miserably in the wake of the violet unicorn's smile.
Satisfied, Twilight turned her gaze back to the phenomenon before them. "I envy you pegasus ponies sometimes. You have the option to slow down every once in a while and appreciate the wonders above, wherever and whenever you find them."
"It gets old faster than you'd think," said Rainbow Dash after a few moments.
That did it. Twilight was officially concerned and annoyed at the same time. "Look, Rainbow, I've heard you've been having some problems lately. If you want to talk about it, I'm here. I set up this ride because I felt like doing something nice for you. You're the one who said we could 'hang' any time I gave you a call, right?"
"Y... yeah," said Dash, "it's true. And I appreciate you remembering that. But... look, things were stacked against you from the beginning. It's not your fault."
"What's not my fault?"
"It's just..." Rainbow Dash was visibly fighting for the right words. "I've realized something since a few weeks ago. You're slow, Twilight. Way too slow for me. Everyone in Ponyville is! I can't hang. Not anymore."
"Exactly! That's just it! I can't be 'Dash' around anypony here!" Her statement made, she sighed, and flew out of the balloon. "I can only be 'Rainbow.'"
And before Twilight could protest, she was gone.
"Oh, Twilight," Rarity said with a gasp. "No wonder you summoned the rest of us. Something deeper clearly lies at the core of all this. Still, you must be as beside yourself with frustration as we are!"
"Actually, no, I'm not mad at her. But just the same, that..." Twilight exhaled sharply. "...sort of came out of nowhere. Anyway, before confronting her, I think we should first analyze her words, to try to find out what she meant by-"
A knock was heard at Twilight's door just then, with a letter slipping through the mail slot.
"-huh?" Twilight grabbed the envelope. "It's addressed to the four of us. From Pinkie. She says she's figured out what was wrong with Rainbow Dash--and she did it all without decimals. She wants us to meet her at the edge of town!"
"Well, that's just great," said Applejack. "Would it have killed her to explain things just a mite more there?"
"'P.S.: Sorry, AJ, no time,'" Twilight said, finishing the rest of the letter out loud.
"Celestia-danged certifiably-crazy party-pony..." Applejack muttered under her breath.
"Come on, everypony," said Twilight in her best leadership voice. "We've got no time to lose! And we should probably also think of our own plan, in case whatever Pinkie's is fails!"
It was now late afternoon, and dark, rumbling clouds surrounded Rainbow Dash's castle in the sky. Said castle was also floating far higher above Ponyville than usual.
Probably to scare ponies away, Pinkie Pie thought to herself as she landed her vehicle on the cloud mass connected to the estate. She gingerly placed one hoof on the cloud, making double-sure it would support her before fully getting out.
No sooner had she done so, though, than a voice from inside the castle shakily shouted, "Wh-who's there?"
"Special delivery," said Pinkie Pie, taking out a sheet of paper. "I've got one order of smiles here for a 'Dash, Rainbow.' Know if she's around?"
"...no!" said the voice, which was clearly Rainbow Dash's--still, Pinkie decided to humor her. She'd had a feeling this would happen.
"'Kay! Well, I'll just stay here until she shows up, if that's all right with you."
"No, it's not. Go home alr--wait, Pinkie Pie? You're not a pegasus. How are you even here?"
Pinkie Pie patted the flying machine she'd arrived on. "Pinkie Flyer, Version 2.0. Made a few improvements. Twice as sturdy, holds three times as many snacks! And we're both here because Twilight's cloud-walking spell lasts way longer than we all thought it would."
Silence for a few seconds. Then Rainbow Dash flew out of a window to get a look. She looked quite the worse for wear; her mane was disheveled, her coat not much better off, and she wore an ever-present stern look on her face. After looking Pinkie and her Flyer over, she said, "Well, I can still eject you the old-fashioned way. So go home before I do! I've got sleep to catch up on." She flew back in the house.
Pinkie Pie waited for a while, then, once she was sure there was no other way, reached for the book she'd brought with her. She opened to a bookmarked page, and began to read as loud as she could:
"'Winged Species of Equestria, Chapter 6: The Griffon. Of all of Equestria's flighted beings, the griffon is one of the most powerful, and by far the most aggressive. Its makeup of lion and eagle, kings of both the land and sky, give it an air of arrogance, unrivaled in scope, and impossible to tame! Because of this, and due to conflicts throughout Equestria's history, friendship bonds between civilized ponies and primal griffons are said to be impossi'--whoa!" Pinkie Pie cried out as she found herself being airlifted by a now very angry pegasus.
"Pinkie, what are you doing?" said Rainbow Dash. "Why are you reading me that tripe?"
"What?" said Pinkie, smiling to mask her fear. "You don't like brushing up on social studies?"
"No, I don't!" shouted Rainbow Dash, and the storm clouds above rumbled again in accompaniment. "Not like that! That book's got it all wrong! They're not all like that! And if it weren't for you, I'd still be able to prove it!"
"Funny thing," said Pinkie, fighting off the slightest twinge of guilt. "Here's your chance."
"What are you--gah!" Rainbow Dash found herself struck hard from the side, and she fell to the cloud mass beside her castle, dazed. Meanwhile, Pinkie Pie was still being airlifted, but this time by a set of talons rather than hooves. She was shuttled into the castle, and placed safely on Rainbow Dash's bed.
"Thanks," said Pinkie, looking up at the griffon who'd just saved her.
"Don't bother. You're a moron, you know that?" said the griffon. "Way too many of you ponies are. I can't believe you let Dash get to this point after a whole month!" She stretched a wing towards outside, where the storm had finally begun to grow stronger and more intense.
"Look, we can all chew each other out later," said Pinkie. "But can you help now?"
"Tch. I'll do what I can, but no promises!" The griffon flew outside to where Rainbow Dash was just regaining her senses, and waited for her to rise to her level.
Once Rainbow Dash did so, and saw who had blindsided her earlier, she could barely believe her eyes. She flew a little closer, just to make sure she was seeing straight:
"Yep," said the griffon. "It's me. I told you to come see me again. Why didn't you? Were you really that serious about dumping me for Ponyville?"
"Gilda," Rainbow Dash slowly said again, a toothy grin appearing across her muzzle as lightning flashed overhead. "Finally. You. Me. Now."
"Dash? What's gotten into... whoa, it's worse than I thought."
Gilda braced herself. If her words weren't reaching Dash, then that meant there was only one way to communicate with her now. Something they'd done before, but only in desperate times. Only when it was really called for.
Only when they'd had the worst of arguments.
"All right, Dash. We both know what you need." Gilda spread her wings in beckoning. "Think you can finally take me? Then come on, girl! Let's see what you've got!"
As she flew towards Gilda with her strongest cry and one hoof outstretched, it was clear that Rainbow Dash intended to do just that...
Original Synopsis: Shortly after a party that went terribly wrong, Rainbow Dash begins acting in ways nopony ever expected! Now it's up to both a current and an old friend of Dash's to make sense of things... before Rainbow Dash has no friends left!
What Is This?: Chapter 1 (of a planned 3) of Blunder and Lightning, wherein a starring pegasus and one-shot griffon are reunited! Will Ponyville survive the event? Contains references to Lightning Round, Slipstream and Lightning Ride, for the curious. Also assumes "Sonic Rainboom" happened before "Griffon the Brush-Off" in Friendship is Magic's timeline.
Dear Princess Celestia: Once again I find myself out of my sphere of comfort, and working with vaguely dramatic elements! I hope this doesn't crash and burn too badly. But press on I shall!
Text by Bookish Delight, 2010-2011. My Little Pony belongs to Hasbro, not to me. This is done completely bereft of profit.
I do not own the rights to any of the characters that appear in my little story. Now I do not claim I can tell a story nearly as well as J.K. Rowling (if I could I'd be a millionaire). The best I can do is all I can offer. I hope that you will be entertained.
Holly Potter And The Mists of Avalon Pt. 1
Story: Kim West Editing: Autumn Winters
It was a dark and stormy night. Evil filled the night air, making even the bravest of men think twice about venturing forth into its depths. Vile magic brewed up this billowing banshee of a storm. Only one man (if you can call him such) could have conjured up such a treacherous thing. His name you ask? Surely you know that "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" would kill me on the spot if I risked uttering his you-know-what. If that happened, then this story would only be this paragraph in length.
THINK ABOUT IT!
Right! Where was I? Dark, stormy, evil ah yes, the purpose of this storm was to hide what would happen next. The rain crashed down on the homes of Privet Drive the hardest, and in particular upon the home of the Dursleys. Inside this house was cold, dark, dank, and pure misery. It was something that I could not possibly describe in words that the human mind might comprehend. Needless to say, everyone in the household shivered, too cold to move, too cold to even notice that someone had just entered, trespassing, if you will, on their premises. Not quite human, not even really made of flesh and blood was this intruder. He made his way up the stairs and slithered his way into the master bedroom where Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were trying (rather unsuccessfully) to get some sleep. A figure now took shape as it loomed over the bed.
"You," it hissed, "Caretakers of Harry Potter!"
Both Dursleys shot upright as if they had been prodded by the devil's own pitchfork. They looked upon the dark figure at the foot of their bed. Two bright green eyes stared back at them, narrowing, and seemingly piercing into the Dursley's very souls.
"Wha What do you want?" Mr. Dursley's voice wavered.
"I wish to rid myself of that annoying little brat who has ruined my plans time after time until now I am almost a laughing-stock!"
The Dursleys thought that it would be very hard indeed to think of this demon as a laughing stock. They simply nodded as this thing continued its tirade.
"But tonight, all that will change. It must change, for every year that passes makes Harry Potter more powerful. If he is not checked, soon he will surpass even my power. Tonight he will be checked.
The cloudy figure stopped and looked upon the Dursleys. It was focusing its attention upon them; this made them even more uncomfortable, if that were possible.
"I have placed a very special curse upon young Mr. Potter. When he wakes in the morning I want you to utter the following:"
"Femulato Mugulatem." The figure's voice grew low and malevolent, with a sinister sibilance more terrifying than even its demonic visage.
The vile evil creature thingy pressed forward. "Say it as many times as is necessary, and Harry Potter will change into a Muggle just like the two of you."
Vernon Dursley's jaw remained open unable to move despite repeated attempts. Petunia Dursley did regain enough of her composure to speak up.
"Are you trying to tell us that Harry won't be a wizard anymore if we say this chant for you?"
"YESSSSSSSS", hissed the vile, evil, creature, thingy.
"Why not do it yourself? Why us? We're not magical", Vernon Dursley finally piped in.
"IT MUST BE MUGGLE!" shouted the creature, which almost caused The Dursleys to have a heart attack. The creature quickly regained its composure and continued.
"It must be done by non-magic people such as you for the curse to work properly. If I performed the curse myself, it could be undone by others of my kind. However, if you do this for me; the boy that I know you hate shall become a non-magic girl of no relation to you. It will become permanent so that no witch or wizard will be able to break the spell. After it is done, you may do with the girl what you wish. Throw her out on the streets, or perhaps even make her your servant girl".
The cloudlike creature began to move away but turned to face the Dursleys once more.
"Oh, I should mention that if you refuse me I shall be forced to kill you. I should also mention that I was the one who killed Harry's parents. Oh, and not to put too fine a point on it, but they had a much better chance against me than you two do. No pressure, just food for thought".
And with that, the cloud disappeared, leaving a pair of bright green eyes behind. They seemed to be smiling them as they faded into nothingness.
The Dursleys just sat there for the longest time not knowing what to do. It certainly wasn't a nightmare because they BOTH were awake and had experienced the same thing, so it certainly wasn't a nightmare (however much they may have wished that it had been). No, the Dursleys would get no sleep that night.
While that was happening, poor Harry was deep in sleep, but it was a terrible sort of sleep; the kind where you know that it's a dream, but can't seem to ever wake up no matter what you might do. While the dreams were indeed strange, they all seemed to have one common theme. Oh they started out normal, but at some point it would just go plain wonky. For example, one dream had Harry in the kitchen cooking breakfast as usual for the Dursleys when all of a sudden his chest started feeling sort of weird. He looked down and saw his chest starting to swell and balloon in size until he had a nice pair of breasts to be looking at. Harry was so shocked at what he just saw that he almost dropped Dudley's plate on the floor.
"What the?!" Harry exclaimed.
"HEY! WATCH IT! THAT'S MY BREAKFAST, SILLY GIRL!" Dudley bellowed.
Harry was about to reply when he suddenly felt his rear expand. As it did so his pants changed into a short frilly little skirt. Then, Harry's hair sprang down to his shoulders. He became shorter, delicate, and more feminine by the moment until at last Harry looked and acted like the cutest little French maid you ever had the pleasure of seeing.
"Ooooh! I am soooo very sorry. It will never happen again", said Harry in a soft sexy voice.
On and on it went with Harry somehow changing into a girl in each vision, but that really wasn't the nightmare part of it. No, every girl he turned into was a Muggle. That was far more terrifying to Harry: Not to be able to practice magic. No Ron, no Hermione, NO HOGWARTS! Then there was one dream in which he was at the train station and saw Ron and Hermione about to enter the secret passage to Platform Nine and Three-quarters. He ran to them
"Ron! Hermione! Wait for me!" Harry said in a rather high-pitched voice.
They both turned to look at who called out to them.
"Yes, can we help you, miss?" Ron asked.
And before Harry could reply his body started to change, his hair flowed into blonde curly hair, then came a rather ample bosom, which jiggled with every movement.
"Oh, no! You have to help me! Hermione, do a counterspell!" Harry pleaded as his hips widened.
"Come on Hermione, we're going to be late," grumbled Ron.
They both ignored Harry who had just finished changing into an adorable girl who looked and sounded as if she was from Southern California.
"Like, wait for me!"
Harry ran full steam into the pillar marking platforms 9 and 10. Unfortunately, the secret passage was now blocked to her; only those who had magic within them could enter. Harry was now a blonde Muggle girl sitting on her rear and rubbing her head while people gathered around her. Amongst the babbling of the crowd Harry began to hear a familiar sound. Faint at first but it gradually grew stronger as it made the nightmare go away. The sound that Harry was hearing was his owl, Hedwig, who had managed to finally wake her master from slumber.
"Yes Hedwig. I'm awake now. Please give me a moment", yawned Harry as he slowly stretched
Upon hearing her master's voice Hedwig suddenly started flapping her wings wildly and rattling her cage as if she were half crazed.
"Okay, I'll let you out; just calm down, or you'll get us both into trouble."
Hedwig settled down, but it was clear to Harry that she was troubled about something. He picked up the cage and walked over to the window in his room and opened it as well as the cage. As soon as this was done, Hedwig shot out from cage and out the window. So fast did Hedwig fly, that she could no longer be seen in the nearby sky. Let me say at this point that the dear, snowy white owl wasn't in a great need to find a restroom. No, she sensed powerful, evil, and even diabolical magic poised to strike her young master. She knew that she had little time to waste as she tried to find someone who could help.
"Wow, I've never seen her fly so fast"
"Harry! Come down here at once!"
"I think Hedwig had the right idea", mumbled Harry.
Harry made his way downstairs to see a very tired Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, Harry stood before them waiting for whatever punishment they decided they were going to give him today. Just then however Dudley came bounding down the stairs.
"What's going on? WHERE'S MY BREAKFAST!" Dudley bellowed.
"In a moment son, just as soon as we deal with Harry." Uncle Vernon said menacingly.
Usually Dudley would be screaming bloody murder about delaying his destiny with breakfast, but this was punishment for his favorite ugh... well let's just say he rather enjoys seeing Harry get into trouble. It's what he lives for (that is) next to eating everything in sight.
"Well, get on with it then." Aunt Petunia prodded her husband.
Uncle Vernon looked rather pale as if he were going to get very sick, finally though he turned to face Harry. "Oh well, here goes then, Femalotto Mundanium!"
Harry Looked at his Uncle for a moment and then scratched his head. "That sounded like a magic spell," Harry thought to himself. "But that can't be right, can it? Surely Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia know they aren't able to cast spells."
The words crashed upon Harry like a raging lightning storm. The whole house itself shuddered and the air grew as thick as soup. Harry doubled over in the most horrible pain he had ever experienced. Screaming in shear agony, the young boy's cries were enough to put a banshee to shame. Not that he could notice, but Harry's body was starting to change as he writhed on the floor. He became shorter; bones, muscles, and joints crackled, popped, and squished this way and that. His body was being shifted like clay, settling down only after a bit. You could see that subtle changes had been done. His body was rounder, softer, and more feminine. Harry lay on the floor trying desperately to gulp in air.
"Again! Do it again, mum!" shouted Dudley in joyful glee.
"Please stop," gasped Harry weakly.
"I'll stop when you're finished changing", sneered Aunt Petunia.
"Don't you think the boy has suffered enough?" Asked Uncle Vernon.
Aunt Petunia turned to her husband while pointing her finger at Harry. "You heard that thing last night. If we don't do what it says we'll end up dead. YOU DON'T WANT THAT, DO YOU!?"
"No dear", said Uncle Vernon meekly.
"Besides he can't stay half-finished like that. He would be an even bigger freak than he was before." Aunt Petunia rationalized.
"I suppose your right, but what if we end up killing him?"
"Don't be silly, if the first one didn't kill him, then the next two or three won't. Now stand back."
Just then a brilliant flash of light flooded the room. In the next moment, the room had filled to the brim with Weasleys. All of them had their wands out and each of those glowed in various colors.
"Just what is going on here?" demanded Mr. Weasley as he pointed his wand dangerously close to Uncle Vernon's face.
"It's not how it looks." said Uncle Vernon as he slowly backed away from the wand pointed at him.
"Harry!" shouted Ron as he rushed to his friend.
Mrs. Weasley rushed over as well to what could be done. She looked down in horror to see poor Harry shivering and shaking. He was sweat-drenched and on the threshold of death's door. She quickly turned to George and Fred.
"Take your brother home now."
They obeyed their mum because they knew the tone of her voice when she was royally pissed off, and (I'll tell you this in all honesty) she sounded ten times worse than that, and felt at least a hundred times worse than even that. None of this however mattered in the least. No, not one bit because she had to see that Harry was rushed off to receive emergency care as soon as possible; she teleported herself and Harry in that very instant. That left Mr. Weasley alone with the Dursleys, a fact that made The Dursleys somewhat nervous to say the least.
"You have some explaining to do and it better be good. You do not want to experience what our prison system is like firsthand" Mr. Weasley said as he narrowed his eyes.
"Now see here..."
"NO! DO NOT TEMPT ME, MR. DURSLEY!" Mr Weasley's eyes flashed with anger, fiercer than ever before. This rare display of powerful, negative emotion in a seemingly otherwise calm man made the Dursleys even more frightened than they had been before.
"You will come with me, you WILL comply, and you will receive due process."
With that said, the Dursleys disappeared with Mr. Weasley, leaving #4 Privet drive ever so lonely.
I decided to dust off an old fanfic I wrote back when “Goblet of Fire” had just come out. Part 1 starts off roughly after J.K.’s fourth book if anybody is thinking in terms of story time line. Those who are extreme Potter fans have the over all knowledge of how things eventually ended for Rowling’s Potter, but this story diverges into its own mythos so to speak. You may or may not enjoy it, but it didn’t cost you anything to read, and you didn’t have to find space on your book shelf for it either. Things to consider when making comments.
Here is the illustration that belongs to this part of the story:
it was summer vacation after second year and Hermione had asked harry if he wanted to come with her family on holiday his relatives said "yes" so Harry want with the Granger family to there holiday house near a beach "Thanks moine, you're a life saver " Harry said as he and Hermione were walking on the beach "You're welcome Harry" Hermione said before stopping why'll looking at him "Harry can I ask you something" she asked receiving a nod "well I found this new spell and I want to try it, but the problem is it might be forever" she said looking at him "I could help, just tel me what I need to do" he said looking at her "It's called a 'new life' spell or you have to do is stand there and picture a family or someone you want to be related to" she said looking at him "Sounds simple, ok let's do it" Harry said looking around noticing no one near bye "ok ready" she said looking at him as he nodded "from one life to another" she said at him as he stated to glow bright just as it started it stopped Hermione looked at were her best friend was only to see a girl about her age and height with shoulder length brown hair, green eyes wearing a blue skirt, a black top with a white short sleeve button up shirt over it "Harry is that you, what family did you picture" she asked looking at him no her "Yours, I guess were twins now, oh why I'm I a girl" Harry asked looking down at her new body "Because I was suppose to have a twin but she died" Hermione said looking at her "well then everything worked out" Harry said walking over to her "you get a twin, and I get a loving family" she said hugging her friend turned twin "but what's my name now" she asked "Hermione, Heather lunch" Miss Granger call over the hill at her twin daughters not knowing a minute ago she only had one "Well problem solved lunch time, coming sis" Heather said walked off with her twin sister
Ya like I said this was just something random that we came up with.BTW I was wondering if there should be a part where Steve sings this in my Hetaoni project,but only as a joke or if I should make a little MMD comic using this once my Ao Oni model gets fixed.
I do not own the rights to any of the characters that appear in my little story. Now I do not claim I can tell a story nearly as well as J.K. Rowling (if I could I'd be a millionaire). The best I can do is all I can offer. I hope that you will be entertained.
Harry Potter And The Mists Of Avalon Pt.5
Story: Kim West Editing: Autumn Winters
That weekend Malfoy remained hidden in the Slytherin Girls' Dormitory; Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode were hovering around her like two hungry vultures in dire need of a tasty snack.
Malfoy sneered at them. "Go away! Hee haw!"
The two girls began to giggle when they heard Malfoy bray before them.
"Ah, come on Draco, we know you aren't exactly yourself right now," said Pansy.
This was an attempt by Pansy to try to calm Malfoy down but all it managed to do was make Millicent burst out laughing. This made Malfoy so extremely furious that she began to bray uncontrollably, bending over while she did so. Pansy gave Millicent a dirty look; this wasn't how she wanted this to turn out at all.
"What I meant to say was you need to borrow some clothes now that you have...umm...changed."
Malfoy's face twitched a bit when she thought about the prospect of wearing skirts, blouses, and even lacy UNDERTHINGS.
"I refuse to wear skirts and stuff like some...FRUITCAKE! Potter and Weasley might like that sort of thing but not me!" Malfoy huffed.
"Potter and Weasley are girls, just as you are now, my dear GIRL! And for you information fruitcakes do not wear skirts and stuff. GIRLS DO! IS THAT PERFECTLY CLEAR, MISSY?" shouted Pansy.
"Yeah, and not to mention that it's against school rules for girls to wear a boy's uniform," Millicent added.
"But I'm a boy! I'm a Heeee HAAAAAW!" Malfoy pleaded.
"You're a girl, who's made a you-know-what out of yourself. Get used to that fact or Dumbledore may just send you home packing." Pansy continued her argument.
"Not to mention you may end up taking away even more Slytherin points away from us," Millicent said smiling.
Pansy gave Millicent another dirty look. "Will you stop mentioning things or I swear you will regret it."
Millicent kept quiet while Pansy handed Malfoy some of her clothes.
"Do you need help putting on your new clothes?" Pansy asked.
Malfoy's eyes widened. "No! I'm not letting a couple of girls see me NAKED!"
Pansy's eyes rolled. "Why? You don't have anything that we haven't got ourselves."
"Well, how about those long ears, light fur, and..." Millicent burst out laughing. "DONKEY TAIL!"
"Millicent! You're not helping one bit!" Pansy said scolding her friend.
Needless to say this went on for quite a while with the three arguing this detail and that. Finally however Malfoy did consent to allow Pansy to help her get dressed but insisted that Millicent leave because of her constant laughter and finger pointing. This was particularly embarrassing when it was discovered that all of the skirts and panties Malfoy would have to wear needed to have holes for her tail to be put through.
The weekend soon passed, and Monday became a reality. For Malfoy it was sheer misery, as she had to endure all of the staring, pointing, and laughing. Every class, the students would whisper behind her back thinking that she could not hear what they said, but she did hear every word spoken. Her ears were like fine-tuned radar dishes swiveling this way and that and were able to pick up the slightest noise whether she wanted them to or not. Then, there was the little matter of what to name her; Draco refused to be called by a girl's name so the students began referring to her simply as "Donkey." She also had to have all her new skirts be specially fitted so her tail could be free to swish about. She even quit her Quidditch team because of the constant jeering she was getting.
I don't believe I mentioned the game Quidditch all that much. All four houses compete with each other playing this rather unique game. The house that wins the most games wins The House Cup and bragging rights until next year. The standings currently are as follows: Gryffindor and Ravenclaw have both beaten Slytherin and Hufflepuff. They have yet to play each other and both currently remain undefeated. Slytherin has only managed to beat Hufflepuff and is completely out of the running for The House Cup. Hufflepuff has lost to everyone and is also out of the running.
The game itself is fairly simple, catch the golden snitch and two things happen: you score one hundred and fifty points and the game ends. It is possible to win the game without catching the snitch, but that is very rare. There are three types of balls in this game. They are the quaffle, the bludger, and of course the golden snitch. The quaffle can be used to score ten points through the opponent's metal rings but that is somewhat a waste of time, in my opinion. The bludger flies around trying to bash into anything in its path; seekers have to be careful not to be hit by it because they will end up in the hospital right quick. Holly and Viktor are the seekers for today's match. Only seekers are allowed to chase the snitch and catch it. I could go on at great length about rules, regulations, and various positions but I believe that won't be necessary, as you will soon see.
Holly swung on her broomstick while she mentally prepared herself for the game. She had plenty of success with her Firebolt, it was the best and fastest broom you could buy for playing Quidditch. It was her pride and joy as she soared into the sky knowing that nothing could beat it except, of course, another Firebolt. Viktor had one as well, and not only that, but he had played in The Quidditch World Cup as well. No one expected her to win against Viktor today, not even her own teammates. In a strange way, this took away a certain amount of pressure from her. Still, Holly thought to herself that if she managed to win, it would really be something. She smiled to herself, knowing that doing the impossible is what she was best at.
Both teams swarmed around the stadium while Madam Hooch opened the box holding the various balls. The snitch sprang into the air, zipping this way and that, before disappearing altogether.
"Now, I want a clean game from all of you."
Holly smirked, thinking how many times she had heard Madam Hooch say those words. The only ones who needed to hear them weren't even playing today. She giggled to herself as the quaffle was released thus starting the game officially. Holly flew high into the air hoping to get lucky and spot the snitch before Viktor.
Luck was not with her however when Viktor suddenly screamed into a power dive. Holly noticed this and gave hot pursuit. Soon they were flying straight to the ground at speeds so fast that...well let's just say it was fast enough to kill them if they impacted onto the surface. Each pulled out of their dive at the very last second. It was then Holly realized there was no snitch to be seen. Viktor pulled his famous Wronski Feint on her, and she fell for it! She swung around to face Viktor who was grinning back at her like a wild man.
"Vonderful, Holly Potter, you fly almost as vell as me."
Holly smiled. "What do you mean almost? I'm going to..."
Holly didn't finish her remark because she noticed the real snitch fly past. She took off at high speed followed closely by Viktor. The snitch made all sorts of impossible maneuvers, which the seekers matched perfectly. They looped, flipped, and dove until many people watching felt rather dizzy. The aerial acrobatics were simply amazing to behold. Many of the players from both sides actually stopped playing in order to watch these two fly. Just when it looked like Viktor would catch the snitch, an alarm rang out, signaling the cancellation of the match.
"Everyone, please do not panic. Hogwarts is under attack by forces unknown. Students please return to your dormitories at once. Teachers will join me in ridding ourselves of these invaders," Dumbledore addressed the stadium with the announcer's microphone.
"Albus, those are Death Eaters," whispered Professor McGonagall into Dumbledore's ear.
"You and I know this, but I do not wish for the whole student body to know, it would cause even more panic than we have now, Minerva."
Entering the stadium were mountain trolls, dementors, and in the air were dragons with Death Eaters riding on top of them.
"Mountain trolls, dementors, and dragons, oh my!" Becky said out loud.
Hermione just shook her head. "Say something useful, or don't say anything at all."
"How about this, 'join me now or die'?" Voldemort hissed.
Becky and Hermione were surrounded, and they were helpless. Now I must say that this is one sneaky villain, he rationalized that no one would notice a simple abduction while the entire school was under attack.
"What do you want with us?" Hermione struggled, held by two Death Eaters.
"You and your witless friend here mean nothing to me. You are merely bait," Voldemort said, laughing an evil laugh.
While this was happening, Holly raced toward the dragons with Viktor following behind her.
"Vat are you doing?"
"I'm going to try to reason with the dragons," Holly said calmly.
"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS! DRAGONS ARE NOT REASONABLE!"
"I have to try, Viktor."
Holly flew faster toward four dragons; they noticed her and one of them charged. She made mental contact with the creature and with the other three as well. Soon, all four began to slowly drift to the ground despite the efforts of their riders to keep them up in the air. They landed on the ground and each dragon promptly decided to take a nap. The four angry Death Eaters dismounted their dragons and made their way through the chaos that was all about them.
Viktor flew beside Holly with a look of wonder upon his face. "How did you do that?"
Holly smiled. "I'll explain later."
Suddenly, a blast of hot, streaming fire blew directly toward Viktor. He managed to almost avoid most of it. He swerved, but not enough; his shoulder and arm were hit by the blast. He cried out in pain and he fell off his broom. Holly cried out as well, sending out a wave of energy that made everything seem to stop in time. She held out her hand and guided Viktor's body safely to the ground. Soon, time seemed to return to normal while she turned and faced ten dragons. She commanded them to fly to the ground to take a nap, which they did quite nicely.
"Potter! Come down and play with me won't you? Your friends seem to think that their lives are in danger!" Voldemort shouted.
Holly looked down at the field and saw both Becky and Hermione being held by Voldemort's thugs. He moved toward Becky and held out his wand.
Holly instantly zoomed at full speed toward Voldemort. She could see Becky writhing on the ground in horrible pain. This made Holly angry. This made her very angry indeed. Voldemort smiled while pointing his wand at the ballistic Holly.
A fiery, red streak shot out of Voldemort's wand striking Holly dead on. There was a massive explosion, which caused many to cry out knowing no one could possibly survive that. Oh come on, you don't actually believe that this would be the end of Holly Potter, do you? I mean, it would be a rather crummy way to end the story. Well not to worry, when the smoke began to clear, it revealed a very much alive Holly Potter. Her clothes were badly torn and burned, while she, herself, remained untouched by the explosion. Her broomstick was vaporized but she remained in the air, hovering with a bright, white light surrounding her. She descended to the ground to face her mortal enemy.
"Impressive, but then again I already knew you've become more powerful since the last time we met."
"Leave my friends alone, you filthy maggot!"
Voldemort's eyes flashed. "They have served my purpose. I could care less whether they live or die. You are the one I want dead, and I will see that done this very day!"
Voldemort took out what looked like a lamp and he rubbed it. Within moments, a billowing cloud issued forth from the mouth of the lamp. The cloud soon took the shape of a genie; he towered over Holly while folding his massive arms.
"Whatever powers you may have, Miss Potter, they are no match for my genie. You see I killed many and risked much to get him, for he is probably the most powerful genie the world has ever seen. Even more powerful than Aladdin's fabled genie, I would imagine."
"You're not going to keep up with this talking are you? Either wish for something, or let me go back to bed," the genie grumbled.
Holly was concentrating with all her might to wish she and Voldemort would end up on Avalon.
"Be quite! I am the master!" Voldemort snapped.
At that moment, everything started to twist and swirl about. Then there was a loud pop. Holly, Voldemort, Becky, Hermione, and the genie all disappeared into thin air. The Death Eaters noticed that their master had vanished, and they sensed that the tide had somehow turned against them. They began to make a hasty retreat while the dementors and trolls continued to attack.
"Expecto Patronum!" shouted Dumbledore.
A gigantic white lion issued forth from his wand. It rushed toward the dementors, who backed away from it and eventually were driven completely away.
"Imobulus!" shouted Professor McGonagall pointing her wand at a group of mountain trolls that were chasing some students. The trolls, of course, froze right in their tracks.
"Reducio!" shouted Professor Snape pointing his wand at about ten trolls who shrunk to the size of tiny pixies.
On and on it went as the invasion force was eventually taken care of. There were still four dragons loose in the air however. They were circling about the castle, causing destruction of walls and turrets. That is, of course, until Hagrid came near enough to them and did his best imitation of a baby dragon in distress. His call had apparently had immediate results because all four dragons were female, and they had all been recent mothers as well. They each roared and became too wild for their riders to control. Some of The Death Eaters fell to the ground to what might be their own deaths; others however, did have brooms which they used to make their getaway.
Hagrid smiled and he made another call to the dragons, which made them calm down. Each one soon landed near the giant and he gently patted each one on the snout.
"It's gonna be alright now," Hagrid told the dragons in a soothing tone.
Out of all of the magical creatures Hagrid has cared for over the years, dragons were by far his favorite. He knew more about dragons, and how to best treat them, than even the finest trainers in Romania.
Crash, bang, and the world fades into darkness; then, the light of day is known once again. The green, bountiful earth is all about. Nature in its most pure splendor, the way it was in the days before mankind. This is what Holly, Becky and Hermione saw before them. Not that Becky could really appreciate anything except for the excruciating pain. Voldemort's curse had not let up on the poor girl in the least. Holly moved to her friend and put her hand on Becky's forehead.
"Be healed now, and feel pain no more." Holly said quietly.
With these words spoken, Becky suddenly glowed for a moment; then, her crying and shaking began to fade away. She sat up and looked at Holly.
"Looks like you're getting the hang of your new powers."
"I suppose, but I wouldn't want to test them against that genie. I think that we should get back to Hogwarts before Voldemort realizes what happened."
"You won't get any arguments from me," Becky said.
Holly turned to see in the distance a giant sized Voldemort, who was apparently still in the process of growing. He was tossing trees about while occasionally throwing extremely powerful bolts of energy that exploded upon the fertile earth leaving huge, lifeless craters behind. It was horrifying to watch. Holly felt dizzy because the life forces were being drained away from the life-giving-earth. She could also feel Voldemort's life force growing incredibly strong with each passing moment.
"We have to leave now." Hermione told Holly.
Holly nodded in agreement as she concentrated on returning to Hogwarts or what was left of it. Nothing seemed to happen, so she tried again. Nothing still, except that this time she ended up with a headache. Hermione was about to ask what was taking so long when Voldemort came crashing through into the clearing and spotted them. His genie was hovering close behind him.
"Ah, there you are, you naughty little girl. I was going to wish my genie would kill you but then I thought about wishing to kill you myself." Voldemort grinned. "That wish made me more powerful than I could have possibly imagined. Die, knowing that you were responsible for the evil that is me."
Voldemort threw an enormous energy bolt at the three girls. Holly managed to barely deflect it with a protective sphere that partially collapsed. Part of that bolt did however, make it through and struck Holly. She screamed and she nearly fell to her knees.
"I...can't take...another one like that." Holly said trying to catch her breath.
"Can we panic now?" Becky said to no one in particular.
"Holly, try calling The Goddess. Maybe she'll hear you and help us." Hermione suggested.
"I'll try," Holly said weakly.
Another huge blast came hurtling toward them while Holly prayed. The blast almost made contact, but then it suddenly crackled and fizzled away into thin air. Then a shimmering glow appeared before Holly and Voldemort, and after a bit it took the shape of a woman. Not just a woman, but The Goddess herself stood, looking somewhat upset.
"Tom Riddle, you will do no further harm."
"No one calls me that!" Voldemort shouted trying to hurl another bolt at The Goddess. Nothing happened except that he shrank down to his normal height. Voldemort began showing a hint of fear while turning to face his genie.
"I wish to destroy her!"
"Genies must serve their masters, this much is true. I give you now the free will to choose a new path. You can remain a genie and face defeat if you try to do battle with a GODDESS." The Goddess paused. "Or another choice might be to give up being a genie and give up having to constantly serve masters like him for all eternity."
"I SAID DESTROY HER!"
The genie pondered for a moment.
"NO? WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?!"
"I said no, you are no longer my master. What use is all my power if all I can do with it is grant petty wishes to the likes of YOU." The genie turned to face The Goddess. "But for me to live my life as a mortal. To do what I wish, whatever that may be. That would be truly magical."
"You understand that, if I make you mortal, it will be as a female."
"Gender matters little to me, it is freedom and freedom alone I cherish above all else." The genie said bowing to The Goddess.
A swirling mass of energy flowed around the genie. Within moments, a transformed woman stood in front of The Goddess. She had black shiny hair that went down to her narrow waist. Her skin was silky smooth in texture and had a dark, creamy tan complexion. Oh, and her big, dark, olive eyes were indeed ravishing to behold. The dark-haired woman smiled as she felt her body with her hands, she moved them along its contours for the first time.
"I correct myself, oh wondrous Goddess. I find my new gender matters greatly to me. I find it most pleasing to me indeed."
"I am glad that you are pleased. Go now with my blessings to the new life that awaits you."
The dark-haired woman sparkled away into thin air.
"Now, where was I?"
"AVRA KADAVRA!" Voldemort yelled waving his wand at The Goddess.
"Ah yes, now I remember." The Goddess said she turning her attention to the evil wizard. "I am very disappointed in you, Tom. All you seem to care about is death and destruction."
"OH SHUT UP, AND KILL ME NOW! It is better for me to die than to hear your endless prattle about how I could've been another goodie-two-shoes like Dumbledore! Just thinking about him makes me want to puke!" Voldemort hissed defiantly.
"You act just like a spoiled little child in need of a lesson. You have brought this upon yourself, young lady."
Before Voldemort could say a word, a pink mist surrounded him. He immediately shrank in height. He, no she wore a frilly little dress that came down to her knees. Her wand was soon covered with all sorts of sparkly jewelry and at the end of it was changed into kind of a heart-shaped jewel. Her hair changed into a brightly colored pink, and her eyes were extremely big and sparkly. She tried to look angry but could not pull it off because she just looked too cute and adorable.
"I am Lord Voldymalt, and in the name of the moon I shall punish you!"
Voldymalt...er...I mean Voldemort's eyes went wide, and then she gasped; her hands quickly covered her mouth not wanting to believe what she had just said. Then, tears began to form and she started to cry.
"I WANT MY MOMMY!"
"I return you to your mother, Serena...hush now and think only happy thoughts."
Soon the rather strange, pink-haired girl disappeared, presumably to be with its..uh..I mean her mother.
"She did not look quite human to me," Holly said calmly.
"Perhaps she's some sort of mutant fairy with big, sparkly eyes." Becky suggested.
"I transferred Voldemort's living essence and placed it into a fictional character by the name of Chibi Moon. She is a part of an animated television series called Sailor Moon." The Goddess smiled. "Do you not remember what took place in The Chamber of Secrets, Holly Potter?"
Holly thought a moment. "Yes, I defeated Voldemort."
"You defeated Voldemort as he was when he attended Hogwarts. Voldemort preserved himself in the pages of a diary. What I did to him just now was not that different of a fate. All that was Voldemort has now been preserved within a fictional character of my choosing." The Goddess sighed, "And I see that you three still look confused. Is there something else that you wish to ask me?"
The three girls looked at each other for a moment and then faced The Goddess once more, speaking almost at the same time.
Hermione asked, "You watch television?"
Then Holly asked, "You watch cartoons?"
Finally Becky asked, "What's television?"
"Yes I watch television; just because I 'm a deity doesn't mean I must exist like a hermit. As far as cartoons are concerned, Japanese Animation is watched by young and old alike. In fact I've changed quite a few middle-aged men into women who have told me they simply can't get enough of 'Sailor Moon' and 'Ranma 1/2'," The Goddess told the three girls.
"Yeah, but what's television?" Becky asked again.
"I'll explain later," Holly told Becky.
"Holly Potter, you have managed to turn my lovely Avalon into a war zone." The Goddess shook her head but never really frowned upon Holly. "I must tell you that the reason you could not leave earlier was that I would not permit it. Avalon is not a prison. It is a place of worship. Always remember that, little one."
"I apologize to you, Rhiannon." Holly said as she curtsied.
"Rhiannon...yes that is what they used to call me." The Goddess said softly. " I was also Blodeuwedd, Arianrhod, Cerridwen, Branwen, and so many others as well. Simply call me "The Goddess," young one, and I shall hear your prayers. Names, in the long run, mean little for I am a part of all women whether they know it or not."
"No offense, but we left Hogwarts just when it was being attacked. I think we need to think about returning." Hermione suggested.
"The invaders have been dealt with, but yes I agree that it is time you returned to your school."
Soon Holly, Hermione, and Becky were whisked back, while The Goddess tended to her beloved Avalon.
There in Dumbledore's office were Dumbledore himself and a lady with shocking pink hair with purple stripes. She looked out of breath and sat down in a chair in front of The Headmaster. She was skinny but was definitely in shape to do whatever was necessary. What that would be I can not say at this time, but let me assure you, she is someone who can take care of herself.
"I received your message and came to you without anybody noticing."
"Ah, Tonks, I have never doubted your abilities. I trust you've seen the damage to the school and have heard the latest."
"Yeah, a couple of those Death Eaters that died falling off those dragons had escaped from Azkaban. The inside word was that the dragons were stolen from Romania about two months ago. Nobody is talking about that publicly by the way. Fudge still seems to think covering things up is the only way to go, and with Voldemort gone he may be right."
"Oh, I would not be too sure of that, Tonks. There are ways for Voldemort to return, but that is not what concerns me at the moment."
"Just what is this all about, Albus? I thought everything was turning out to be a happy ending."
"If only that were so, but alas we are not in some story to be read to children for their amusement. We are living in dangerous times. I wish for you to keep an eye on Holly Potter for a while."
"Holly Potter? You don't think she I mean she can't still be in trouble, can she?" Tonks asked, looking somewhat horrified.
"I believe you know the answer to that question even before you asked it. Whether Voldemort is truly gone does not matter. He had many followers who may try to do away with the child, and I fear they will strike knowing she may have let her guard down, so to speak."
"And how long am I supposed to play babysitter?"
"Oh, I have a feeling it will not be for long. I would suggest you keep on your highest alert. I am rather found of Miss Potter and I should like to see her grow into a fine witch."
"Not to worry, Albus, I am a professional; besides I hear she wants to become an Auror like yours truly. You have to look out for your own, and she's one I wouldn't mind seeing on my team someday."
Tonks stood up and smiled at Dumbledore as she suddenly changed into a small, first year, male student who apparently looked like he was from Gryffindor. The clothes that Tonks was wearing had very special magical properties that allowed them to morph into whatever the person wished them to be. He waved goodbye and skipped out of the office. Dumbledore did not smile back because he was too focused on the cloudy future that lay ahead. He stood up and moved toward the window overlooking the school grounds below. He could see what remained of the stadium and he sighed deeply thinking of it, the students, and the simple business of living in this magical mess of a world.
Hogwarts itself sustained some external damage, but certainly not enough to prevent it from operating. There were several students requiring medical attention. Most of these were simple cuts and abrasions. Surprisingly, there were no deaths, which were indeed a cause for celebration. And as for Viktor Krum, he made a complete recovery and was soon hugging a rather relieved Holly. They, in fact, spent quite a bit of time in the last few days of the school year with each other.
Alas, the last day of the school year had finally made its appearance. Holly, Hermione, and Becky were sitting in their usual spots at the dinner table in the Great Hall. They were busy talking about the recent events that had taken place.
"They actually lost Mrs. Dursley?" Becky asked giggling.
"Yeah, her evaluations weren't going too well, so they were forced to punish her. Apparently they transfigured her into a rat and she promptly escaped. They've been looking for her for a week now but haven't found a trace of her," Holly replied.
"What about Mr. Dursley?" Hermione asked.
"When he found out about his wife, he snapped to the point where he actually believes he's a little boy. All of his memories of his life are simply gone now. They've been trying to bring him back to normal, but so they haven't had much success."
"I just have to ask." Becky grinned. "What happened to Dudley?"
Holly tried not to smile. "Well, she seems to be perfectly happy being Darla. When she was told about her parents, she did cry and sulk. They consoled her for a bit and she seems to have come through all right."
"So are they going to turn her back to normal?"
"That's just it, they wanted to do just that but she refused. She told them that she wanted to make a fresh new start with her life. I personally never thought changing Dudley into a girl would be any sort of improvement, but that's what seems to have happened. Darla is a model student whose grades are top notch, and she is extremely popular with her classmates and her faculty as well."
"That doesn't surprise me in the least. Why, just look at Becky for example; when she was Ron, there was no end to the trouble and mischief that was done." Hermione paused for a moment, "But as soon as Ron became Becky...she's...well..."
Becky started to give Hermione a dirty look. "Well?"
Hermione smiled weakly. "I guess that was a bad comparison."
Becky was fuming. "You did that on purpose you did!"
Holly spoke up before her two friends ended up in a catfight.
"The important thing to remember is that I won't have to put up with the Dursleys anymore." Holly faced Becky. "I can't thank your mum and dad enough for letting me stay over at your place for the entire summer."
"Well with Voldymalt gone and Dumbledore giving the go ahead, we all agreed...well...we've always felt that you were part of the family." Becky said smiling ear to ear.
"What about Ginny?' Holly asked.
"Just give her some time to accept the fact that Harry is now Holly. Who knows, she may come to think of you as the sister she never had. I know that she's starting to think of me that way."
Suddenly, the ringing of crystal glass was heard throughout the hall. Everyone grew quiet as Dumbledore cleared his throat to make his speech to the assembly.
"Another year, and Hogwarts still stands the test of time. We are battered, but we are not beaten. Hogwarts remains for you students of the present as well as for those of the future."
There was a round of applause from all of the tables. Dumbledore waited patiently until it died down before continuing.
"Normally about this time, I would be announcing the winner of The House Cup. As you know, the last Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor had to be cancelled due to the invasion force. Our stadium is still a complete and total wreck, and it will take most of the summer to repair."
The room began to buzz with talk about what this might mean.
"I can't see why it can't be repaired completely by magic. I mean just wave a bunch of wands and shout "Repairo!" How hard can that be?" asked Becky.
"Not everything can be repaired by magic alone Becky. For example, Snape sneers at the idea of using wands in his "Potions" class. You must mix, stir, and add ingredients in a precise manor to make a proper potion." Hermione lectured to Becky.
Becky was about to argue some more When Professor Dumbledoe began clearing his throat, which immediately made the room become silent.
"Please calm down: I have consulted with both houses at some great length over this. Everyone has come to the following agreement. The House Cup will be awarded to both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. I believe that this is a first in Hogwarts history, if I'm not mistaken. Regardless, this is the judgment and so it will be done."
Dumbledore clapped his hands, and the banners for both houses appeared from the ceiling. The whole room erupted in applause, and hats flew into the air. The celebration continued for several hours after that. The party in both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw later that night allowed both houses to share both of their common rooms. This was something that was rarely done, but it did give a chance for both Holly and Viktor to celebrate together.
"So vat vould you say if I visited you during the summer break?" Asked Viktor.
"I would say that you better if you know what's good for you, Mr. Krum," Holly said, giggling, and then she gave Viktor a huge kiss. They kissed and hugged, laughed, and had a good time.
Eventually all good things must come to an end. Students slowly melted back into their dormitories.
With bags packed and students getting on board The Hogwarts Express, the time for goodbyes draws near. While Holly, Becky, and Hermione stood near the train they noticed Malfoy walk by. He, yes he has been turned back to his normal, nasty, little self.
A student, I think it might have been Seamus, called out. "Hey Donkey! What happened to your ears?"
Malfoy's face became red with anger but he did not stop to seek out the caller. He quickly retreated into the depths of the train where he hoped he would find a nice quiet place to hide from everyone during the trip home.
Becky wanted to call out to Donkey...uh... Malfoy, but both Holly and Hermione stopped her from doing so. Neither one wanted to see another fight take place between the two.
The three girls turned to see Hagrid lumbering toward them.
"Well, I see you girls have waited to say goodbye to me."
The three ran up to the gentle giant and hugged him. This lasted for several minutes and only separated when they heard the train whistle signaling the preparation of the train for departure.
"You three take care now," Hagrid told them.
"See ya next year."
"You can count on it."
The three went aboard the train. Hagrid stood there waving to them as they disappeared from his sight. He continued to wave until the train churned and bellowed its way down the tracks. Soon, it disappeared from his sight. Hagrid then turned and made his way to his home where he went to relax and have his dinner.
I do not own the rights to any of the characters that appear in my little story. Now I do not claim I can tell a story nearly as well as J.K. Rowling (if I could I'd be a millionaire). The best I can do is all I can offer. I hope that you will be entertained.
Holly Potter And The Mists of Avalon Pt. 2
Story: Kim West Editing: Autumn Winters
The Daily Prophet broke the news that young Harry Potter had been attacked. He is in a coma suffering from a rare curse. The boy is in critical condition as medical and magical experts race to find some sort of cure. Little hope remains that Harry Potter will recover from this devastating curse. Well wishers have sent owls to the hospital leaving cards, candy, and flowers. People are once again frightened by what has happened and fear to go out in public. Parents are keeping a closer watch on their children, trying to ensure that no harm may come to them.
Dumbledore finished looking at the paper and looked down upon Harry who lay in his bed tossing and turning. His fever had not waned, but his strength was another matter; his body was weakening ever so slowly since his attack two weeks ago. One thing seemed certain; the boy's body was burning itself out. Clearly, the curse was supposed to turn him into a Muggle girl, but it had gone horribly wrong. Somehow the boy managed to hold on to his magical abilities. The constant battle of refusing to give up his birthright has left him near to death. Dumbledore placed a hand on Harry's shoulder and spoke some words of healing. Harry calmed down a bit but was still in excruciating pain. Dumbledore knew that this was beyond the power of witchcraft and wizardry to cure.
He looked up and prayed, "Hear me powers of light. Spare this young one. Give what power and grace to help heal body, mind, and soul."
Elsewhere a hearing was taking place to determine the fate of the Dursley family. Despite the piling evidence against them, questions still remained. Judge Wilder did not wish to sentence the Muggles to Azkaban. It would surely be a death sentence. He could not simply let them go either; no, he had to make them understand what they did was wrong.
Judge Wilder spoke to the three sternly, "It is now clear that by creating such a negative family environment, you succeeded in allowing all of the magical charms and barriers to be weakened. In addition, by submitting to the will of 'He Who Shall Not Be Named' you have - in essence - invited that vile creature to enter past those weakened defenses. Much like when one invites a vampire into their household. The protective barrier is removed and you are at its mercy."
"We had no idea. We're not magic folk," said Mr. Dursley.
Judge Wilder struck his mallet. "Silence evidence indicates you have been approached on many occasions to inform you of the danger you and your family faced. You refused to read any letters sent to you, and any attempts to meet with you in person have resulted in you calling the police. No sir, you have had your chance to learn that witches and wizards are just as much a part of this world as you are."
The moment had come. What shall become of The Dursley family? Everyone's eyes were upon the bench.
Judge Wilder sighed, "Ignorance, prejudice, and fear for those things you do not understand are the reasons you stand before me. I could throw you in prison and you might be able to survive long enough to serve your time, but would end up becoming something far worse than you are now"
Judge Wilder pointed his wand at Mr. and Mrs. Dursley. "My judgment is for you two to live and interact with magical folk."
As Judge Wilder spoke, both Mr. and Mrs. Dursley started to shrink, becoming smaller with each passing second. In mere moments they turned into children, a little boy and girl perhaps four, perhaps five years of age. Their clothes rearranged as well to fit the two toddlers. Mrs. Dursley started to cry and Mr. Dursley was red in the face with anger.
"You two will be placed with separate families for six months. You will report weekly with a social worker and you will be evaluated on your progress. The more you learn and at least tolerate our world the shorter your sentence will be. You will return to normal once you have proven you can become a happy, healthy family. If you resist, well, there are harsher things that can be done."
Judge Wilder motioned that he was done with the toddlers and they were taken away. He then turned to Dudley, who had hoped that he might have been overlooked somehow.
"You are nothing but a great big bully who gets everything he wants. Your parents have indulged your every whim. It is time you were made to understand that those who are weaker than you have every right to exist as you do."
Judge Wilder flicked his wand at Dudley who slowly shrank in height. He was loosing weight as well. At first Dudley did not mind the changes until he noticed that none of the fat from his chest seemed to go away. He looked down at his chest and saw female, yes female breasts forming. They were sensitive to touch, which he did with his small delicate hands. Changes in his body continued until a pretty girl emerged.
"You will learn what being an orphan is all about young lady. For the time being, you have no parents and will be raised in an orphanage. You will attend a state run school for girls. Learn just how lucky you were in your former life and you may yet have it back."
"Nooooo! Change me back! I'll be good from now on," pleaded Dudley.
"I am counting on you being a good girl from now on, Darla."
Darla was then escorted out of the room, and straight to her new life. Judge Wilder sat back in his chair and wondered if these people will ever become a family again.
Ah so much for the Dursleys, on to other people and places. Let us focus for a moment on Ronald Weasley. I do not have to tell you that the young wizard had sunk in to a deep depression since Harry had been attacked. Friends and family tried to console him but nothing they could say would make him feel any better. In an effort to help cheer him up, Hermione showed up. She suggested going out to the carnival that was taking place just outside of town.
"What makes you think that will cheer me up?" asked Ron.
"I don't know. I just figured you could use some fresh air, and clear your mind a bit."
"I'm fine Hermione .I will be fine right here."
"Just listen to yourself. You sound like some sort of zombie. You need to take your mind off of things, even if it is only a short while. You're tearing yourself apart," said Hermione as she put her hand on Ron's shoulder, "Harry is my friend too, you know. It's tearing me up inside knowing that all we can do is simply wait. I just thought it would be "
Ron interrupted Hermione, "I'll go with you, but I won't like it."
So Hermione led Ron to the carnival hoping to lighten his spirit. It proved to be an uphill battle. They would visit various tents where performers enchanted audiences, but Ron would just sit there and sulk. He was determined not do anything but sulk. It was beginning to make Hermione about as depressed as Ron. She looked at the people all around trying to think of something that might bring Ron out of his current state of mind. She was about to give up on the whole thing when Ron suddenly turned to the left and entered a nearby tent.
"Hey wait up!" shouted Hermione.
This sudden initiative on Ron's part had been a welcome change from constantly dragging him this way and that. Hermione was curious as to what had caught his eye. She followed Ron into the tent. Once inside she could see all sorts of magical items, potions, medallions, and charms. She spotted Ron over by a chess set.
"Nice looking chess set," Hermione said not really meaning it.
"It's not just a chess set. This is a limited edition based on "The Lord of the Rings," Ron said as if it were some sacred work of art.
They looked at the chess pieces as they milled about on the board. Aragorn was The White King, and Galadriel his Queen. The hobbits were of course the pawns. The other side had Sauron as The Black King and Shelob as his Queen. The board itself had an overlay of the map of Middle Earth; it could be seen through the black and white squares. Ron continued to marvel over the fine detail of the board as the shop owner entered the room.
"Ah, Ron and Hermione so very good to see you," said the elderly man.
"How do you know our names?" asked Ron.
"Easy, he has recognition spell placed on the tent," replied Hermione rather smugly.
"Very impressive young one, I see Hogwarts still produces a high caliber of students."
The elderly man noticed Ron examining the chess set.
"I see that you have discovered my new chess set. I am afraid that it is not for sale. You see I love to play chess but never get a chance to. In America everyone loves to play computer games, like Unreal Tournament. I was hoping my trip to England would drum up a few players who would like to play me in a real game."
"Go on Ron. Play him; I bet you could beat him," urged Hermione.
"I don't know."
"I'll tell you what my young wizard. If you play me and win you may have any item in my shop with the exception of my chess set," the elderly man quickly added.
"And if I lose?" asked Ron.
"Nothing, It would be enough for me if I could play someone who might be a challenge. Considering the fact your eyes have been glued to my chess board, I'd say that you have played the game on more than one occasion."
"That's an understatement," snorted Hermione.
Ron gave Hermione a dirty look while the elderly man smiled on.
"So do we have a deal?"
Ron grinned and replied, "Let's play us some WIZARD'S CHESS!"
Hermione smiled at Ron. "I think I'll have a look around the carnival while you two go at it.'
"Aren't you going to stay and see me win?" Ron asked sounding shocked.
"After having experienced wizard's chess first hand, I prefer to avoid it whenever possible."
Ron simply shrugged. "Your loss."
"I'll be back in about an hour or so," she told him, and then turned to the elderly man and asked, "By the way, what is the name of this place?"
"I call it Spells R' Us, Miss Granger. Perhaps you've heard of it?"
"No, I can't say that I have," replied Hermione as she headed out the tent.
While Ron and Hermione were having fun at the carnival, their friend Harry was even closer to death. Deep within his subconscious raged a battle. Darkness and shadows twisted his being to bring forth writhing misery and pain. There was crackling lightning stabbing every part of his body. Harry was stretched thin across vast distances in every direction. He felt himself tearing apart becoming nothing; nothing except pain which dominated his life. Then when all hope seemed to fade and it looked like Harry Potter would cease to exist, something happened. A light began to shine forth, taking away the pain and darkness with it it was beauty beyond splendor to behold, but all Harry could think of at that moment was a peaceful rest he had not felt in quite some time. The light soon bathed the young wizard in its purity and serenity. The raging storm within him calmed down.
"Harry Potter," an enchanting voice called out.
Harry looked around to see who had called out his name. He saw perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Tall and slender she was, and wearing a long flowing robe that shimmered in all the colors of the rainbow. She looked upon Harry and smiled.
"Who are you?" Harry stammered.
"Please do not fear me for I am the mother of all things great and small. I come to you now to give you my blessings."
"Are you some sort of goddess come here to help me?"
"I am The Goddess, and yes I am here to help you choose your new path."
The Goddess smiled. "Everyone has a series of life-altering decisions they must make within a lifetime. You, Harry Potter, are at such a turning point. I give you three choices, and it will be up to you to decide what your destiny shall be. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Very well, your first choice is to allow me to create a balance within you and remove the curse that has been placed upon you. This can be done but only at the cost of your manhood. You would merge your soul with me and join my sisterhood. This would allow you to retain your magical powers and also be blessed with the powers of "The High Priestess of Avalon."
Harry thought to himself for a moment about what it might be like to become female. It couldn't be all that bad, after all Hermione doesn't seem to mind being one. Still, he didn't like the idea of becoming the head of some sort of religious order.
"I see you need time to think. That is good; most males immediately turn down such an offer. They seem to think that becoming a woman is somehow beneath them."
"What, may I ask, are the other choices?"
"Your second choice is for you to simply accept the curse and to become a normal little girl. You would have no special powers of any kind."
Harry frowned at the notion. "No, I think not. What about the third choice?"
The Goddess looked sad for the first time. "I am afraid your third choice is to pass on and to join your parents. Your body is beyond the point of witchcraft and wizardry to heal. Your flame was about to go out when I heard a prayer on your behalf. I was moved by your purity of heart and courage in the face of overwhelming odds. You are a special person, Harry Potter, which is why I have stopped death from claiming its prize. So here now are your choices; I must ask that you make your decision quickly for the laws of nature can not be held back."
Harry knew he had but one choice he could make.
"The first choice seems to be the right path. I do not know how I will feel about being a girl, but at least I will still be able to be with my friends. That is of course if you will allow me to be with them."
"What troubles you, little one?" asked the Goddess who was genuinely concerned.
"You said I would become a high priestess; does that mean I have to leave my friends to head up some sort of church or something?"
The Goddess laughed. "No little one, you will not have to leave your friends. Avalon has long slept past many an age, and my temples no longer have worshipers in them. Even in your magical world the island is considered nothing but a legend."
"You mean it doesn't exist?"
"I did not say that; it does exist to those who have been blessed by me. Should you decide to join with me you could but wish it and you would be on my island. Remember that should you ever be in deadly peril."
Harry smiled at The Goddess. "I think I am ready then to join with you."
"Very well, Harry Potter, you have made a wise choice indeed. Prepare for your new life and be happy with your new destiny."
At this point The Goddess moved toward Harry and became one with his very soul. The moment this happened both body and soul changed. Feelings of joy and love raced through replacing the pain and suffering he had been experiencing. Harry felt content as waves of shimmering light changed his body. Hips became wider, breasts swelled, and hair grew into a long curly chestnut brown. Within moments an adorable young lady was what Harry Potter had become. She lay sleeping in her bed peacefully with a smile on her cute little face. She was now and beyond any doubt a female and more powerful than any witch or wizard for the power of The Goddess was within her.
Meanwhile, Ron had just finished his glorious victory over the elderly man. He was allowed to choose any item that he might fancy; he chose a lovely necklace inside a glass case. The elderly man handed him the necklace while pointing to the label on the case.
"Now remember to read the instructions before using this," warned the elderly man.
"Yeah, sure no problems," replied Ron.
As he left the tent, he looked down at his prize; it would make a nice present for mum he thought to himself. He then had another thought. He had a sudden urge to take it out of the case and have a better look at it.
"What about that warning? The old man did say to read the instructions didn't he?" He asked the thin air.
"Well I'm just going to have a look at it. I'm not actually going to use the bloody thing," Ron said answering his own question.
Finally in agreement with himself, he decided he would open the case. As he did so a pink mist hissed out, coming in contact with Ron's face. He coughed a bit.
"Well that was unexpected," Ron said as he made sure he was alright. Everything seemed fine as far as he could tell.
He then returned his attention on his treasure. He held it up to the light; oh it was simply gorgeous to look at. While he was admiring the necklace certain changes were happening to Ron's body. He became shorter as he ran his delicate hands over the encrusted jewelry. His center of gravity changed and he had to shift his stance, but he did not notice. Nor did he notice other things like his long flowing red hair, ample bosom, shapely legs, and cute round rear. No, he - now she - just kept admiring the necklace totally unaware that anything was wrong. Her clothes changed as well to reflect her new gender. Her pants became a tight black miniskirt, while her shirt changed in to a lacy blouse, boxers turned into frilly panties, socks became pantyhose, shoes became pumps, and finally her undershirt captured her soft fleshy globes on her chest to form a silky bra.
"I wonder where Hermione is?" Ron asked in a soft sexy voice.
Oh well thought Ron, maybe I can get in another game of chess. She spun around to where the tent had been but there was no sign of it now.
"That's funny, it was here a minute ago," Ron said to no one in particular.
It was then that she saw Hermione making her way over. Ron could hardly wait to tell her all about her victory.
"Hermione! Over here!"
Hermione looked at the red haired girl trying to figure out where she knew her from. She must know her because she obviously knew who she was.
"I'm sorry, you do seem familiar to me but I just can't seem to place your name," Hermione said polity.
"What do you mean? It's me Ron!" huffed Ron.
Hermione stared for a moment. "Ron?"
"Yes, Ron Weasley."
"You do know that you've turned into a girl, don't you?"
Ron looked down upon herself and gasped at what she saw. She grabbed her big soft perfect breasts in her delicate hands and squeezed. OH, THAT FELT DELICIOUS she thought to herself as she let out an involuntary moan of pleasure.
"RON! You mustn't touch yourself in public like that," Hermione scolded.
Ron reluctantly released her soft new toys and began to blush with embarrassment. Hermione just shook her head thinking that only Ron could get himself in a mess like this in such a short time.
"Tell me everything from the beginning," Hermione said gritting her teeth.
Ron began by giving a most detailed report about her victory in her chess match. Hermione tried to stop this by saying that was not important, but Ron simply ignored her and went on in painstaking detail about every single solitary move that was made. Finally at some great length she mentioned the necklace and the warning the elderly man gave about reading the instructions.
Hermione focused as if coming out of a trance. "Instructions? What instructions?"
Ron handed her the case with the label on it. It read that it would enhance a woman's beauty once she opened the case. Reading further it had in very fine print a warning about causing a change in one's gender should a male open the case and that .
"HOLY CRICKET!" exclaimed Hermione.
Ron looked a bit more nervous just then. "What does it say?"
"This says your gender change cannot be reversed by magic spells, potions, and or charms of any type. You may revert back to normal after three months providing that you remain celibate within such time specified."
"Celibate," repeated Ron.
"It means you can't have sex," explained Hermione.
"I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS!" shouted Ron giving her a dirty look.
"Good, then you can explain everything that has happened to your parents. I'm sure they will just love having a new daughter. It's a shame that Ginny isn't older then perhaps you could share some of her clothes."
Ron was about to reply when Pig (Ron's owl) came swooping in from out of nowhere. It spun around in circles trying to find Ron, but it was a bit confused. He knew his master should be here.
"PIG! OVER HERE! NOW!" shouted Ron.
The owl obeyed immediately recognizing his master's personality if not his master's new form. Ron took the parchment from his owl and began to read it.
"This is great news!" Ron said giggling like a schoolgirl. She then jumped for joy which caused her breasts to bounce wildly.
"What is it?" asked Hermione who was dying of curiosity.
"Harry's awake and he's made a full recovery!"
Hermione jumped for joy as well and the two danced about. They hugged each other for a moment or two then suddenly separated. Each one's face blushed red.
"Ah .," said Ron.
"Right I guess we had better get to the hospital and check in on Harry," Hermione said to her shoes.
"Yeah, that's what I was about to say," Ron said blushing even more than she had before.
Yes that's right dear readers, Harry has come back at last. A spontaneous celebration had erupted after a complete examination was done by all the experts who had written him off. Now they had to admit she, yes she, had indeed made a full recovery. No explanation could be made other than it was simply a miracle. It was like Christmas morning with smiles, cheers, and good will all around.
The nurses all got together and chipped in to buy Harry new clothes to wear before she made her début. They bought her a pretty yellow dress with a low neckline to show off her cleavage, a satin corset, silky smooth panties, lace stockings, and silver slippers were added for good measure.
Harry's eyes popped at what she saw before her. "This is really lovely, but I .don't deserve this really I don't."
"Oh, isn't she the cutest thing," said one nurse.
"So unselfish," said another nurse.
"I WISH SHE WERE MY DAUGHTER!" cried still another nurse.
Harry was helpless before the throng of nurses as they proceeded to give her first a bubble bath, followed by a manicure with nails neatly polished, then shampoo, rinse, dry, and a styling of her hair. She thought they might be done until they brought in more make-up, then she felt like a trapped animal.
"Do I really need all that make up, couldn't I just go out there as I am?" pleaded Harry.
"Oh no miss, a young lady such as yourself should always look her best."
Harry winced at being referred to as a young lady, but like it or not that's exactly what she was now. At least she had her friends and would continue to go to Hogwarts. That gave her comfort as they applied the make-up. After finishing with that, the time had come for them to dress her.
"I think I can manage to dress myself," Harry told the nurses.
They all started laughing out loud which made Harry blush with embarrassment.
"I'd like to see that."
"She can't be serious."
One of the nurses spoke to Harry. "I know being a boy and all you wouldn't know about such things as corsets, so let me give you a crash course. A proper corset has laces in the back of it that make it impossible for the woman wearing it to tie it up by herself," the nurse lectured.
"You could get by using a magical, self-adjusting corset, but those never fit right and are simply impossible to train," added another nurse.
"But why would a woman wish to wear such a thing then?" asked Harry who frowned at the silly-looking contraption.
That brought on another series of laughter from the nurses.
"You, my dear, have a figure most girls would envy and most boys your age would drool over. A corset like this one will enhance your figure to the point you could end up with any man you want," the nurse said with a wink.
"But I don't want a man," replied Harry meekly.
"Ah, well it could probably get you just about any woman you want as well, I suppose," replied the nurse.
That comment brought the nurses to near hysterics, which only made Harry blush beet-red with embarrassment once more. The laughter soon died down and they gathered around Harry.
"We apologize to you, miss. We were only having some good-natured ribbing. You make a very pretty young lady, and we all wish nothing but the best for you in your new life."
Harry looked at each of the nurses and saw they were being most sincere. She knew that they meant no harm, and was not angry with them. They were pointing out many things she would now have to face. She smiled and thanked them as they continued to dress her. When the nurses finished tying the corset onto Holly it did indeed add to her hourglass figure quite nicely. Despite this though, the constricting contraption would be taken off and never to be worn again Holly thought to herself. Yes, as soon as she could manage to get to The Burrows she would fling it in the fire place. This thought gave her great comfort as one of the nurses handed her a mirror. She nearly dropped it when she saw what she looked like.
"Oh my, I really am a girl," Harry said as she blushed yet again.
"And a darn pretty one at that miss," cheered a nurse.
"Should we let your visitors in to see you now, miss?" asked another nurse.
Harry put down the mirror and looked at the nurses. She simply nodded as she braced herself for what might happen next.
Suddenly she heard in the distance. "RONALD WEASLEY! HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID! JUST WAIT UNTIL YOUR FATHER SEES YOU!"
Harry snickered to herself. It sounded like Ron was in trouble yet again. Judging by how mad his mother sounded, he must have outdone himself this time. She found comfort in the thought that her best friend would never change. He would always be good old Ron.
The doors swung open with Mrs. Weasley dragging some poor redheaded girl by the ear. Harry wondered whether she was another Weasley she had not met before. As she pondered this, more people stepped into the room. There was Hermione, Professor Dumbledore, and Hagrid. When they realized the beautiful girl in front of them was indeed Harry, they all stood silent for a moment. Mrs. Weasley even let go of the ear she was holding on to, and the girl it belonged to finally looked up at Harry.
"Is that really you, Harry?" asked the red haired girl.
"Yes it is" Harry replied wondering who the girl was.
"Wicked" she said after a moment.
"Yeah it's me, so what do you think?" she said twirling around.
Harry smiled. "You know you didn't have to turn into a girl just because I became one."
"Ron got into a game of wizard's chess and won a magic necklace; then, the idiot used the silly thing without bothering to read the instructions," chided Hermione.
Harry tried not to giggle. "Yep, sounds like something you would do Ron. I'm glad to see you haven't changed a bit well at least mentally anyway."
"It wasn't my fault. Hermione isn't telling it right," huffed Ron.
"No, it's never your fault, if I had a copper coin for every time I've heard that our family would be rich indeed," chided Mrs. Weasley but not too harshly this time.
Hagrid had lumbered forward to face Harry. He shuffled his feet a moment trying to work up the courage to say something. Harry couldn't resist and just had to hug the giant. He gently returned the hug and patted Harry on the back. .
"Blimmey, Harry, you gave us all a real scare there for a moment."
"I'm glad you came to visit me, Hagrid."
"What? And not see you dressed up fancy like a fairytale princess," Hagrid said, grinning.
Harry gave him a look then punched the giant in the arm. She couldn't pretend being angry long, and burst out giggling. The both hugged again before separating. Professor Dumbledore was next to approach Harry.
He smiled at her. "I see that you are adjusting quite well."
"Well I don't know about that, but I am trying to do my best."
"That is all any of us can do. You are a very special person Miss Potter, but I sense you have become much more than you appear to be."
Harry's eyes flashed for a moment. It can't be, how could he know that she had been contacted by The Goddess. It was a dream right? She suddenly had a sinking feeling that The Goddess had been for real.
"Yes I believe it will be an extraordinary year at Hogwarts. Come, Hagrid, there is much to be done,"
"Right, see you three girls when you get to Hogwarts then," Hagrid said as he waved his massive hand.
As Dumbledore and Hagrid left, Mrs. Weasley came forward to give Harry a hug.
"Oh, you poor sweet dearie, you must "
Mrs. Weasley spun around looking mighty pissed. "RONALD WEASLEY! WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE YOUNG ahh lady!"
Ron blushed as she stood holding a mirror in her hand.
"Umm sorry mum it's just that well I look good!" Ron said as she went back to looking at herself in the mirror.
Everyone had to laugh including Mrs. Weasley in spite of herself. She always had a hard time staying mad at Ron and this time was no exception.
"So girls, have you decided what sort of names you'll have? I mean we can't keep calling you Harry and Ron now can we?" Hermione said grinning.
"I suppose I should like the name Haley or perhaps even Holly," said Harry thoughtfully.
"Holly Potter, oh that does sound sweet," said Mrs. Weasley.
"Yes I like the sound to it as well; it suits you somehow," agreed Hermione.
Holly nodded her head making her new name her very own from that moment on. With that settled they turned to face Ron who looked somewhat nervous. She was trying to think of a good name, but nothing seemed quite as attractive as Holly's name. Why couldn't she come up with a neat name like that?
"Well?" urged Hermione.
"Give me a moment."
"What about Rhonda?"
"I don't think so."
"Perhaps The Sorting Hat might be able to pick out a name for you," chided Holly.
"Very funny, Harr I mean Holly," grumbled Ron.
"I know, how about Becky? That would have been your name had you been born a girl," Mrs. Weasley asked Ron.
"Becky Weasley," Hermione said slowly.
"It doesn't sound too bad," said Holly nodding.
"I suppose its better than the last couple of names that's for sure," Becky sighed.
"Ahem," Hermione cleared her throat, "Nice to meet you, Holly Potter and Becky Weasley," She said as she curtsied.
Becky wanted to say something but knew she better not. Instead she simply followed Holly's example as they both curtsied in response.
"How sweet, you know, Becky, maybe getting turned into a girl is just the thing you needed. It might just knock some manners in that head of yours," Mrs. Weasley said smiling at her new daughter.
Becky nearly fell back on her cute rear when she heard that last remark. Holly and Hermione caught her though, and they both giggled at the priceless expression that was on their friend's face.
"Alright girls, settle down. Now Holly dear, I will make the arrangements to have you released from the hospital. After that you are welcome to stay with us until school begins. Hermione, you are welcome as well of course," said Mrs. Weasley.
"Where's everyone going to sleep?" asked Becky.
"Oh you three can share a room together, and Fred and George can share another room."
"But we'd be sleeping in the same room with Hermione," argued Becky.
"What's your point, Becky dear? All three of us are girls now," Holly pointed out.
"I for one wouldn't mind in the least. We could have a pajama party. I never been to one of those," Hermione giggled.
It was settled, the three girls would end up sleeping in the same room that night. The hospital staff helped to move all of Holly's cards, letters, and personal items out of the Hospital and to The Burrows. While this was being done the three girls made their way to the front lobby to meet up with Mrs. Weasley. Holly was noticing the way she was walking. She had developed a pronounced wiggle in how she was walking and tried unsuccessfully to stop it. In contrast Becky seemed to enjoy wiggling what she had. It seemed natural, and why not; no one minded in the least especially any males who happened to cross their path. As they made their way they were confronted by a reporter and photographer from The Daily Prophet.
"Please, ladies, can you tell us if you know anything about Harry Potter? The Hospital said that he would be released but we have not seen a sign of him."
"Harry Potter was my name, but I now go by Holly."
The photographer noticed the scar that Holly still had on her forehead and pointed it out to the reporter. His eyes grew wide.
"Ah, so it's true what they say. You have turned into a girl. It must be a personal tragedy. Could you please let our readers share your agony?"
Holly stood there looking at the reporter as if he were some alien from another planet. She didn't know whether to be amused by his comments or be angry by them.
"What is supposed to be tragic about becoming a girl, might I ask? As far as I can tell, there does not seem to be anything a boy can do that's any better than what a girl can do."
"Couldn't have said it better myself, Holly," huffed Hermione.
"Yeah, what they said," agreed Becky.
"I'm sorry ladies, I meant no offense. This is my first big assignment and I'm a little nervous," said the reporter who was indeed sweating.
"Apology accepted. Now what was your question again?" asked Holly who enjoyed putting the reporter in his place.
"Umm .Ahhh " The reporter tried desperately to think of a question that would save his job.
"Well? We do not have all day, kind sir," Holly said smiling. Hey this was sort of fun making this MAN squirm she thought to herself.
"I have one miss. May I take your picture so this won't be a total waste of time? I get paid by the picture, and no offense but looking the way you do, I'm thinking front page exclusive," said the photographer.
"No offense taken. You may take your picture," Holly replied as she curtsied.
Holly moved into position, and then began to motion toward Becky and Hermione. They both looked at there friend with just a bit of apprehension.
"Oh, come on you two, join the fun," Holly turned to the photographer, "Is it alright if my friends are in the picture as well?"
"Don't see why not," replied the photographer.
All three girls moved closer together, and began to pose for the shot. Holly looked over at Becky, who looked extremely nervous.
"Hey, smile for the camera Becky; it's not everyday you get to have your picture in the paper", Holly urged her fiend.
Becky's shyness vanished, but not because of what Holly had said. No, she was upset that Hermione was giggling at her.
"That does it! You want me to show off for the camera do you?" Becky asked menacingly.
Before anyone could react Becky struck a pose standing back to back with Holly, holding up her thumb, smiling, and winking at the camera as if she had done this kind of thing her entire life. Holly also faced the camera trying to look like she would not burst out laughing, while Hermione continued to giggle even louder.
The photographer took their picture; he then turned to look at the reporter and began to shake his head.
"Don't worry, kid. You can always go back to being a copy boy. Not everyone is cut out to be a reporter."
Holly waved goodbye and she and her friends started to leave. They caught the last bit of the conversation as they walked off.
"Oh I wouldn't say that. I think I can come up with something based on what she told us. Yes, I think I'm going to like replacing you."
Upon arriving at The Burrows, the rest of the Weasleys were brought up to speed as to what had happened. Mr. Weasley just shook his head first looking at Holly then at Becky and would repeat the process several times during the conversation. Fred and George looked at Becky and tried very hard not to laugh at her, but she could tell they wanted to do just that. They both quickly forgot about tormenting their new sister and began drooling over Holly instead. This made Holly feel rather strange, her body was suddenly all warm and tingly. She tried to focus on something else and noticed Ginny, sulking in a nearby corner of the room.
"What's the matter, Ginny?" asked Holly.
Ginny refused to say anything and just continued to sulk.
"She's just put out cause you're a girl now, Holly," explained Fred.
"Yeah she still had a wee bit of a crush on you," added George.
"OH! WHAT DO YOU KNOW!" cried Ginny as she ran out of the room, up the stairs, and straight into her room.
"See what we mean," said Fred and George at the same time.
Nightfall came swiftly and it was time for bed. The proposed pajama party would have to wait until Holly was back to her full strength. She needed her rest, as they all did, for tomorrow would be filled with shopping. The usual school supplies were needed of course, but Holly and Becky would need more than that. The school uniform for witches required both to wear skirts, bras, panties, and all the rest of the things schoolgirls needed. Yes the next day would be a busy one.
Holly slept peacefully the entire night and was up early the next morning. She crept to where she had some of the things that the nurses had provided for her. These were an extra set of clothes for her to wear, which was something she was going to need for the busy day that was ahead of her. She took the clothes and went off to the bathroom so as to not disturb anyone.
She looked at the bra she held in her hand with a bit of confusion. How do girls manage to put this silly thing on she wondered to herself. She put her arms through the straps and tried to put the clasps together from the back but just could not get her arms back that far.
"This can't be as difficult as that stupid corset I wore yesterday", muttered Holly in frustration.
The corset had taken forever and a day to get on, and she had to be tied up from the back by someone else. Oh and getting the bloody thing off took far too long as her lungs yearned for air as she took in deep gulps of it. Holly didn't like the idea of having to ask other girls to help her get dressed EVERY SINGLE MORNING! No, there has to be a trick to it. TRICK! YES! Of course, thought Holly as she suddenly smiled to herself.
"Perhaps if I used Magic", Holly said to herself.
"You don't need to use magic; you're just doing it wrong is all."
Holly turned to see Ginny standing there looking at her.
"If it isn't too much of an imposition could you show me how this contraption works", Holly said sheepishly, "I don't want embarrass myself in front of the others."
Ginny looked a bit hesitant but then moved toward Holly. "You need to remove your straps."
She helped Holly remove the straps then she moved the back of the bra to Holly's front. She then put the clasps together and then turned the bra around so that it was facing the front once more.
"Now you can put your arms through your straps. Mum showed me how to do this not to long ago, though I don't think I'll ever have as much as you or my new sister", Ginny said somewhat enviously.
"I'm sure you'll fill in nicely when the time comes', Holly said smiling.
Ginny looked a bit sad just then as she faced Holly. "Why do you have to be a girl? Why can't you go back to being Harry?"
"I did not plan for this to happen to me, Ginny. There are things that will happen in which you will have no control over. The thing you have to remember is I am still me inside this body. I will "
Becky interrupted Holly while barging in unannounced.
"AHHH, I had to sleep on my bloody back all night long because of these oversensitive beauties", Becky said as she held up her bountiful bosom, "I don't think I'm ever going to be able to sleep on my stomach again."
Ginny looked at Becky for a moment and at Holly, then she sped off down the hallway. Holly gave Becky a dirty look.
"What? We're all girls right? It's not like she hasn't got a pair of her own well maybe not as big as "
"It's alright Becky; just put something on before George and Fred see you walking around like that."
"Huh?" Becky said as she looked down at her bare chest, "Oh, I suppose that would be the proper thing to do wouldn't it."
Holly simply shook hear head as she helped get Becky a bra to wear.
"How do you put on one of these things on then?" Becky said as she eyed the article of clothing suspiciously.
"I believe I know how."
And Holly proceeded to show Becky what she had learned from Ginny. Before long they along with everyone else was fully dressed and had breakfast.
Holly Potter's picture was on the front page of The Daily Prophet. People read all about her recovery. Most were happy to see that "The Boy Who Lived" became "The Girl Who Survived". Not everyone was pleased however to see Potter alive and well. Lucius Malfoy still had a grudge against Potter for tricking him into releasing his house elf. He snarled at the picture and crumpled up the paper.
"Will the world never be rid of you, Potter? Mark my words, Potter will pay for what he, she, or it has done to me," Lucius told his son.
As soon as his father left the room Draco retrieved the newspaper that was thrown away. He did not share his father's opinion that this was bad news concerning Potter. No indeed, this year he'll see Potter humiliated in ways never before imagined. Maybe he might even make little Miss Potter cry and stomp her foot in public like the girlie girl he has become. YES, that would be fun he thought as he straightened out the paper. He just had to see what Holly Potter looked like, and he soon found out.
"NO! IT CAN'T BE!" Draco Malfoy screamed.
He stood transfixed looking at every detail of the photo. Potter was his enemy, arch-nemesis, everything he hated and despised. At that moment however, Draco felt something other than hatred for Potter. The beauty and grace he saw before him; it was just too much for him to comprehend. All thoughts of humiliating Potter crumbled and fell to ruin.
"I must have you, and I will not be denied. I care not if you were once Harry Potter. To me you shall always be my sweet lovely Holly," Draco proclaimed to the photo, and then he went on to kiss it. The picture of Holly tried desperately to leave saying something about having a headache.