Magic Unleashed!

-o- by Sirocco -o-

Disclaimer: Everything you recognize from JK's books are obviously hers. Like names, phrases and such. I don't own any of it, only those things, that are completely new to you, are my fantasies that popped out of my mind. Not for profit, just for fun!

A/N: The main idea of the story might be familiar to some of you. I remember reading a story, where Harry suffered a similar potion accident. But the rest – I can assure you – is completely different. And wicked! Outrageous! Scandalous! Magical! And Unleashed! It may be quite humorous, but it's not a parody! 7th year fic. And I have no idea how this fable will end. I just know some 'checkpoints' I want to reach. So...any suggestions and special requests are welcomed. If it's plausible, I'll try to include it to the fic. Now, let's see what are we going to face here!

Rating: M (16, preferably older)
Genre: AU, supernatural, fantasy, humor, adventure (the main ones, but honestly, it's epic! Gradually becomes darker)
Pairing: H/G at first, then...well, you'll see...there's many! evil grin
Summary: Harry's summer after his sixth year was unlike any other the past years. He was seventeen! And abused the privileges of adulthood quite shamelessly. Only it was quite boring sometimes. Well, except when he was thinking about his girlfriend. But soon, he doesn't have to concern himself with the lack of adrenalin or boredom anymore, when he suffers a potion accident. From then on, everything changes about him. And soon everything around him as well. Old friendships canceled. New connections formed. Old views and beliefs belied, new ways of thinking found. Conventions shattered, laws – civil and magical – disregarded... The World of Magic shall tremble and turn upside down! All of this thanks to...Ginny's knickers?

Prepare for this epic story, where Harry and co. show Great Merlin the finger and rewrite the laws of magic! Where 'Impossible' is Harry's middle name! Where the 'Powerpuff' Girls come and save the day! Everything can happen!

Warning: Not-overly-explicit display of sexual situations and violence! Femslash! Naturalistic themes! Foul language!

Got your interests? I hope so...

But before we commence...

DO NOT CONTINUE TO READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE NOT CONSIDERED AN ADULT, HAVE PROBLEMS WITH VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE, OR WITH FEMSLASH! If you do continue, despite my warning, become morally wounded, and finally decide to flame me...I track you down and squeeze a little lemon on that wound! If you read on, but don't flame...that's okay :) Just remember, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

And now, let the show begin!

Chapter One:
Consequences of unsafe sex

"...a heated ashwinder egg...there! Two stirs clockwise...done!"

Harry was concentrating hard on the open potions textbook of the Half-Blood Prince, aka. Severus Snape, which laid on his magically enlarged desk next to the makeshift potion lab in the corner inside the now largest room in Number 4 Privet Drive. Yes, largest, due to his 'adept interior decorator' skill. He enlarged the whole room into one big hall. It was like a gallery, with the sectors of the place separated by panels. He had a wonderful bedroom with a large four-poster bed just alike his in the dormitory at school. A "living room" in the middle, containing a large and quite comfortable sofa and two similar armchairs. The texture and color was unholy, but to say for his defense, he got only an 'E' on his Transfiguration O.W.L. Because all this stuff was transfigured. He figured from the theory and his estimated power that they were supposed to stay this way for another month or so, before the objects "forget" they were magicked into another and assume their original form, Dudley's old toys.

Back to the layout. Between the sofa and the chairs was a glass coffee table. In his opinion this piece was the best he's made. He made a workout section in one corner with padded floor, weights, a rope, a boxing bag and such manly stuff he managed to buy at a sports store in London, when he sneaked out. It was easy once he learned the nullifying charm that he did on himself. That way, Dumbledore's trinkets could not track him down. Harry started working out in his mid-fifth year at school, when Ginny made an offside comment on his body developing muscles, mostly thanks to Quidditch, and how good he looked. Not that scrawny, bony, shaking leaf he once was. That comment opened his eyes. Women liked toned body. Ginny liked toned body. Hell, he liked the way he started to look. Ever since, he built up quite heavy muscles. He was toned and chiseled. Not bulky as a body-builder, but started to look like it. Anyways, he also had a study corner, where two desks stood. One was buried under parchment and books, the other was his potions lab, where he currently screwed around. All in all, he had a quite neat pad all made by him carefully applying Feng-sui and kept tidy. Once. After he made it. For a full day. Now it was a bit chaotic. As it should be...

It was a happy day for Harry, when he turn seventeen. Finally adult. No meddling with his life, no "I not allow it" business anymore. Not that he allowed it much before, his was painfully stubborn and quite a badass when pissed off. But after the fourth year, he decided he had enough of pestering and others doing his business and 'protecting' him. A shitload of good that protection did to him. No. Not anymore. Harry vowed to himself then to stick up for himself. If it meant to give a teacher an earful, so they got it. Consequences? They couldn't fuck with him too much as he was the BWL. And he knew now, the Chosen One. This attitude alienated quite a few formal acquaintance and even friends, not to speak of the majority of the teacher's body, but also gained him a few new friends and Ginny. It was quite funny actually. As good ol' shy little Gin-Gin had such a crush on young Harry, that she couldn't even speak around him. But after his 'awakening' as he liked to call it, he once snapped at a poor, unsuspecting Ginny for bumping into him and confronted her about her childish crush business still lasting. That seemed like, snapped Gin out of her trance on her over-esteemed, heroic Sir Harry James Potter infatuation. Instead, she saw him as he was. Just plain old, arrogant twit Harry. But also, that personal howler by Harry also made her realize that she did acted like a silly little fangirl. And this realization made her true self erupt into the surface. Resulting that she cursed Harry so bad, that when he got out from the Hospital wing, he was her unofficial boyfriend. They had the closest non-relationship ever since and did all kinds of crazy adventures together. Bestest friends, you can say, who are not afraid to be intimate. In fact, quite enthusiastic about it.

So now, he was all grown up, yay! And the one best perk: he could use magic! So the first thing was locking his door and applying a mild repelling charm on it that Flitwick taught them. Bye-bye Dursleys. Then the thought came, why should a fine eligible bachelor like himself live in the tiny shithole that was Dudder's second bedroom. So he altered it a bit. That done and out of the way, literally, he started the summer routine he made out. Early wake up, workout, shower while they eat breakfast, fuck around for ten minutes when Dudley returns to his domain to kill braincells and Petunia finishes in the kitchen, then breakfast with a notice me not charm in place to avoid interaction. After that continue making that journal about everything he learned so far and how and where can he apply that knowledge in RL practice. Around 11 am, it's time for a little spellwork practice on the dummy he conjures up for that. That's on even during they're having lunch, then he takes a shower again. Has to, it was so damn hot this year! After that he salvages the ruins of the lunch and retires to read or think or plan or do more spellwork. Then he makes a useful potion.

Yes, he realized how useful they were! Snape failed to show this to him, but Slughorn, the old bastard, enlightened something in him. So every day he contributed to his growing potion stack with a utile one he chose.

Busy days as they seemed, but after a few weeks they became awfully repetitive.

Today the time was somewhere around late afternoon, or perhaps mid-dusk, early night, whatever, and he was finishing today's choice of potion. The metamorphilis. The potion is effectively made you a metamorohmagus for a certain amount of time, based on the time during the night, when the Nightshade plant was obtained. Because, you see, the plant only bloomed at night, starting from the first appearance of the Pole-Star, till the moonlight stopped laying its shadows. The bloom required nearly an hour to develop fully and exactly then, right after the blooming, was the most potent. So the poton was a liquefied metamorpher. You just drank it and you were like Nymphadora! Useful, wasn't it? Minus the clumsiness and the impossible hair colors.

"Right... I stirred twice clock, thrice counter-clockwise...Now the final ingredient, the Nightshade petal...Yoppy! There we go!"

He had the bad habit to babble while making potions. Sometimes he caught himself cooing and pet-naming the ingredients!

He craned his neck above the cauldron and dropped the petal into it. It sizzled and emitted a colorless puff of steam. He didn't notice the tiny drops of his saliva flying into the concoction as he got a coughing fit from the steam cloud. While it was colorless, it was not odorless.

"Done!" he clapped happily and set the fire below the cauldron to minimum, where it had to simmer for about a day.

He started to clear the mess he made with the ingredient preparations, when he heard a racket near the window. It was a large owl with golden feathers. Angelus, Ginny's owl. She got it as a present for her outstanding O.W.L. results. From him... 'Very apt, eh? An owl for your OWLs... Not funny, I know.' He told her then.

"Hi, Angie!" Harry greeted him as he let the bird in. In response he nipped at his finger. Hard. "Ow! Okay, okay! I don't call you Angie again! OUCH!" Within a minute he succeed in peeling off the letter attached to his leg. Surprisingly, it's from Gin.

OoOOooOOooOOooOOoo letter ooOOooOOooOOooOOoo

Jet-

I'm gonna kill somebody! Either Mother or Dumbledore! I asked again this time with rehearsed and logical reasons to debate with, and they didn't even listened! 'It's too dangerous for him to come here now...and the wards hold strong anyway.' For Fuck's Sake! Half the Order is running about outside daily. Dad is on the field! And Charlie and Bill! But nooo... They are so flippin awesome that no harm can befall on them. So I should shut my trap, because I'm a fuckin fragile ballerina! Well SCREW them all!

Sorry. I had to vent off some of the steam. I'm so frustrated! My family just crawl under my skin, the Order shut me out. Everybody has too important business to pass the fucking salt! I miss you so horridly, I think I'm going crazy! I'm constantly relieving out parting night at Hogwarts and I'm horny as hell 24/7!! It's so bad now that when someone mentions your name I start to moisten! And not from crying...

I need you, my big kittie! I can't think straight anymore! We have to meet! Now! I also need you to snap some strength in me. These folks are draining me! Your method only works for a time.

Tonight, I'll sneak out and apparate to your room. I managed to learn it, do you believe it? I nagged Hermione on the theory when she wasn't occupied with Ronnikins and you know her, she was more than enthusiastic to stuff my brain with it once my brother was out of the way. I secretly practiced it at night. Don't worry, Nimble supervised me. I convinced her to help me. She is so wonderful! She's the best and my only friend and companion here...if she is here, that is. Anyway she said, she'll be your guard outside tonight and she'll back us here at the HQ too.

What do you say? Tonight at midnight?

Well, whatever you say, I'll be there anyway...so be prepared tough guy!

xoxo

Your Tigress

ooOOooOOooOOooOOooOOooOOooOOooOOoo

A very elated youth sighed happily and not a bit concerned, eyes closed as he let his hand that held the letter fall..

Ginger's coming tonight! Thinking about it, why didn't either of us though about it before? It's a mystery. I could apparate. And apparently so could she now. I owe Nimble one for this! Well, what could I say? Damn, I couldn't wait! There. The 'little me' is excited too, just by thinking about her coming. I mean apparating. Here. Maybe we've gone a little bit too much on the intimate side... But, oh well, I don't give a darn!

Harry petted Angelus and offered board for him, which he accepted gratefully, ignoring the protests of my indignant Hedwig. Those two somehow didn't get along well. The elation of seeing Ginny again and perhaps doing a little more than looking at her gave him quite the sugar-rush! He skipped around the 'flat' in joy for half a minute before he realized that he acted like a silly little girl on Christmas Eve. He slowly stilled and started to form a to-do-list till midnight.

Cleaning. A bit more cleaning. Packing. Arranging. Security. And...candles, yes lot of them. And incense. I've got...a little more than four hours.

Let's move it!

ooOOoo At Midnight ooOOoo

He was arranging himself into the sexiest pose possible on top of his tad bit altered, now heart-shaped, crimson dyed, silk covered bed. He laid slightly on his side, one leg stretched out, one bended in the knee, standing upright. He was on his left elbow supporting his torso and the other arm sat casually on his side with the hand resting above his stomach, tracing his six-pack absentmindedly. He even applied a shiny oil onto himself earlier. And was buff bare except the pubic area, which was covered by the red silk sheet only just. Everything was set. The yellowish, orange light of the candles hit his glistening surface...

Hell, I looked like a Greek God!

He already could smell the sweet and musky scent of the incense that he bought earlier in London. It was an aphrodisiac. He was quite proud of himself as he looked around the room. It was neat and tidy. Lit by candles. He didn't considered himself a highly sensual or sentimental person, but tonight's scenery was quite romantic and carried a very subtle erotic message. He couldn't wait to see Ginny's reaction to the new 'gallery'...

Wait! Ginny hasn't seen it before! Hasn't been here! She said, she'll apparate into my room! Bloody hell, she'll miss the clear spot and appear into one of the furniture or panels...

But his starting panic was unnecessary, for his girl appeared just as he finished the thought. She faded in with barely a sound, right before the door, completely healthy! Yeah, my girl...

"Ginger!"

"Jetty!"

They said together.

"Wow, this is...unbelievable! You did all of this by yourself?" she asked in awe looking around.

"Why, now? Am I that incapable?" he teased back, though confident upfront, mildly nervous of the response. I learned a lot over the summer, but only I knew that. Ginny's only experience about the display of my potential was during the six school year. Which, I have to admit, was not that impressive...yet.

"No! I'm just surprised. I didn't know you can do such nice and creative work..."

Well, that's a fair response, I guess... "Thanks, Gin. Now come here..."

This was the first time Ginny noticed him. Really noticed him. And she stopped short on track. Her eyes widened and bulged out of their almond shaped sockets. The muscles around her cute chin loosened in surprise and her adorable, rosy lips parted a bit, all the while her most lovable blush started to form at the sight of his nudeness.

Harry could see her eyes roaming across his body, he felt her gaze drawing intricate patterns on his chest, lower stomach, legs, and the covered groin. He felt nude before her scrutiny. I mean really nude. His blood-pump banged in ecstasy inside his ribcage and he felt the majority of his blood reserves departing his brain to relocate in his - other brain. He blushed too. His whole body.

"You are so...beautiful..." she whispered breathlessly, but he could hear it.

Beautiful? Isn't it a little bit...unnerving to call a male...beautiful? I mean, okay, a woman said it, but...it's...creepy. Nevertheless, it felt good somehow, and I felt actually flattered. His flush intensified.

He flexed his index finger indicating her to come closer. She did. She stopped three steps from the edge of the large heart-shaped bed just standing there, staring at him with a spark in her eyes that always lit up whenever they did something adventurous. He slowly uncovered himself and stood right in front of her. In all him bare glory.

Their gazes locked, he saw her, she saw him. Their visionary orbs were like bulletin-boards for them like in the corridors back at school. We could read them just as easily. The need, the desire, the lust...

Unprompted, she lunched her slender frame at him and floored the naked teen to the bed, fully on top of him. She looked like a feline predator. Her eyes seemed to glow. Tigress...

"You are beautiful, babe...I've never seen anything more gorgeous than you," he whispered. At this moment, this statement was completely honest. She wasagoddess. The goddess of all tigress...whatever.

Her only response was to crush her lips against his and devour his mouth as it was. The kiss was searing with passion and need. She seemed aiming to suck out his soul with this intense kiss. Not that the he complained, mind you.

Their hands were roaming each other. She was in advantage as he was both naked and slippery with oil. I have to make up arrears. He flopped them over, so that he was on top straddling her crotch. For a few beat of a heart he stopped admiring this gift, who willingly presented herself to him. Then without warning he ripped her black shirt open revealing her black bra.

They resumed to kissing each others brains out while he was busy with teasing her upper body furrowing his way to reach the clasp of the bra. When he found the lock, he obliterated the force that held the strings together with his sheer wandless manpower and the shackles of the dark mantle that shrouded her two sacred mounds of effeminacy dissolved with a mighty...Click!

As one of the gates of heaven was opened, her eyes snapped open too. She broke the kiss and pushed him off with the power of a wild tigress she was and seamlessly followed him with a graceful prowl. She was straddling his stomach now. She looked unearthly beautiful and sexy. Her striped hair was tussled, her face was flushed, her brown eyes shone brightly, almost golden in color and she was panting heavily while the defeated bra merely hanged askew, supported only by her supple breasts. Her gaze was piercing him.

She let out an interesting sound, like a cry that would put an amazon to shame, and tore off her shirt, which was still on and her bra as well with one go and launched them into orbit.

Soon they were totally consumed by each other and he was systematically discarding her remaining piece of clothes. Her small denim shorts came off and became airborne over his shoulder, nearly dive bombing the pair of owls on Hedwig's perch, who were watching the hot pair with too much curiosity. All that remained were her lacy black knickers to which he paid extra attention. The reward was a presentation of her erotic sound creating talent and the sweet nectar of her flower. Finally the slightly damp panties were helped off of her by his teeth and he threw it over his head as with the other clothes. Only the direction of the throw was different. You come and aim perfectly with your back on the target in a highly aroused state while a equally excited redhead is playing with your...playing with you. We shall see your accuracy.

Neither of them noticed the black pantie flying in a graceful arc right into my simmering cauldron in the potions lab. The thong was caught at the side of the cauldron, slowly slipping in, submerging in the liquid. Soon the whole clothing disappeared into the concoction which started to bubble, changing color and emitting a now odorless miasma.

Hedwig turned slightly to the source of the bubbling, saw the potion reacting, then made the owl equivalent of a frown, but seeing nothing out of ordinary, as her master's cocktails often bubbled in the middle of the night, gave the owl equivalent of a shrug, and returned to the peepshow. The little voyeur...

Meanwhile the pair were totally oblivious of the world and totally obvious of our transferred pleasure. They have just started to make the act and were immensely enjoying it and planned to enjoy it for a long time into the night as Ginny had to sneak back in in early in the morning. There was no time to waste. Non was. They moved together as the two felines that resided within them.

Did I mention that I'm crazily in love with this red headed, lust-driven, wonderful and gorgeous woman currently moaning under me? The wise scholars say that there is no such thing as perfection. The ultimate bliss is beyond the plane of the physical existence, the world of the living and material things. I disagree. Gin and I just reached the peak of Mount Perfection, Nirvana, call it as you wish, in the plane of physical existence, in a very physical and material way. This was perfection! I mean, tell me a more perfect, more wonderful, more freeing, more powerful thing than when the woman you love screams your – your – name, when she arrive at the highs of her climax! I haven't said it out loud ever to her, or to anyone, but I actually think I love her, love her like that. And she acts like she does too. But she wouldn't say it either. Perhaps it's unnecessary. Or we just perfectly get along with the pretense of no commitment. We developed a very easy-going, free-flowing 'relationship' in our last year. Fuck-buddies you could say, we were. And it perfectly satisfied our needs then. And now too. But that does not say I can't love her at the same time, does it? You just don't have to mention it all the time and there'll be no problems.

I know I said many times that I wish I would be someone else, not Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived... But now, I haven't the tiniest problem or complain. I've never enjoyed being me more than right now!

ooOOoo Next day, 11 am ooOOoo

Harry felt the sweet dream fade into the void and he groaned at the unfair treatment of Morpheus. He just had to wake me up at the 'best' possible moment. My dream was like a sequel to the night with Ginny. With the only good difference that I didn't tired myself any further and could defy gravity. Fun it was for sure!

His senses initiated their engines and his brain sent a message to the muscles in his lids that it's time to pop out.

The first thing he realized, though he could not see it, that he was grinning like someone who just had red, hot, crazy sex. And this statement just about summed up the gist. Ginny left at the ungodly early 4:30 am. She just woke with the first rays of sunshine. She woke him up too, but after dressing up and murmuring something about her loosing her knickers, she snogged him back to sleep. He was out of order for six hours, but you can't blame me, try four hours of pure pleasure-therapy and then say you're not fatigued.

Harry enjoyed the softness and dampness of the sheet around his naked body for a little more, then jumped out with vigor, eager to start a new day. While he did my usual workout routine, he planned on today's activity. He considered this a special day...no idea why... And he wanted to do something ridiculously insane and irresponsible. It had to involve sneaking out of here, infuriating Vernon to the brink of myocardial infarction, some kinky stuff, and... a piercing! Or an earring.

Gin told him yesterday – today – that she wanted to show everyone the magnitude of their craziness by doing something just as crazy. Like a piercing. Harry imagined Gin' mother discovering it and quite fervently agreed that it was crazy. He laughed at the idea with her until she informed him that he too would have to pierce himself. And...he found it awesome! And crazy. So they decided that today they'll sneak out, broad daylight, to Muggle London and find a tattoo and piercing parlor.

He quickly finished his workout as he was nicely late with it, took a hot and long shower. Harry never rushed a good, hot shower. It was a strict rule of his. He loved to shower. So he made his time taking it and then sauntered back to dress like a rebelling teenager. Black khakis with a silver chain hanging from the silver studded belt. And a black tank top that bragged showing his sexy torso. Just so you know, now I was not being arrogant, just stating facts. About myself. So how could I be dishonest with myself? Or arrogant in my own eyes? Hah! I can tell only the plain truth. I'm hot...

He decided to try out the Meramorphilis, for it should be ready now. He walked into the sterile laboratory and carefully inspected the cooling potion. It was colorless as it should be and he thought it was odorless too, but the still lingering scent of the incense damped the potion's smell. It was a little roily, obscure. But he gave that to the fact that the potion was still cooling. Though the text said that it had to be clear and sharp smelling. No mention of muddiness. It probably meant that for the completely finished potion. His was still a bit warm. So, he decided to restore the room until it cooled down.

It took his a bit more time than he thought, because he was still in an emotional high and hos transfigurations tended to get out of control, resulting in fluffy, cute, pink, hearty, lovely and little...thingys. I had to force my happiness to lessen a bit, can you believe it? Finally satisfied with the mainly same result as the original, he returned to the lab to find his potion nicely cooled.

He glanced at the clock, it was half past noon, perfect. He was supposed to meet Gin at the Leaky Cauldron at one. He decided that a late lunch was in order too, because he haven't eaten today yet, so he'd go now and have a nice pea-soup of Tom's specials.

Hr pocketed his moneybag and wand, took the special spoon and measured a full dose of the potion, which was enough for five hours, into a cup. He drew the cup to his face and inhaled deeply from it. Though it was odorless, strange, as it entered his lungs, he felt it spread inside of him. His vision shifted for a moment and felt something in the depths of his mind or soul, whichever – awoken. It lasted for only a few seconds and he didn't paid any heed to it. The text said the potion, immediately after consumption, it would cause mild disorientation, nausea and dull headache.

Shrugging Harry cheered on Hedwig then downed the entire cup.

And promptly blacked out...

A/N: Well? What the heck just happened? Besides the interaction between Gin and Jet... The ones with the eyes of a hawk can tell easily. Tell me your opinions, good or bad. I will read it and appreciate it all the same. What I hate are flames, but I don't really care about them. The 'authors' of them only accomplish one thing with them. Discrediting themselves with the display of maturity, wisdom and insight...or their apparent lack, thereof. But enough of this! If something is not clear of I wrote something contradictory within the text, please, let me know. I'm hunting for a beta at the moment, so it may show... And also, if anyone feels interested about the job, just drop a mail and I shall confront you! :) Bonus brownie points for those, who figure out the connection between the nicknames Ginger and Jetty, the letter and a subtle line somewhere in the story! It's not that hard, think of simple things...the supernatural stuff will be later on.

Thanks for reading, fellas!

And check out the next chappie! I think it'll be up today or tomorrow as I have that already written.

Sirocco