Harry Potter and The Princess of Liechtenstein

by crazyidiot78

A unique take on the Hermione is sorted into Slytherin story. Will Hermione survive in the den of serpents, surely a mask is needed, but what kind of mask. And what happens when the mask takes on a life of its own. Action, adventure, and mystery await, the world will never be the same. The story will deviate signifigantly from cannon as it progresses so consider it more of an AU.

50. Chapter 50

Chapter 50- Gaining with Loss

October 1995

"We make the choice . . . and then the choice makes us" ― Jaco Strydom

The afternoon of Thursday October 5th Hogwarts castle grounds

"Good afternoon Tracy," Marietta said with a wave of her hand as she approached Tracy.

"Likewise," Tracy said with a nod. "Now what was it that you wanted to talk to me about."

"Something weird is going on," Marietta said.

"Oh…." Tracy replied, cocking an eyebrow at her. "What is that?"

"Look, we both know you ruthlessly targeted Millicent Blustrode, Hermione Granger and her alter ego Johanna," Marietta said.

"That is true," Tracy replied with a bit of pride.

"Yes, but here is the thing, I just heard some of the other Ravenclaws talking about Hermione Granger and Johanna Grunberg as if they were two separate people," Marietta explained.

"They are," Tracy said.

"Yes," Marietta replied.

"That is understandable given how Johanna was publicly expelled, while we still have a Hermione, a Hermione that Daphne has been surprisingly adept at playing," Tracy said with an evil glint in her eyes.

"True and that's only because everyone thinks Daphne Greengrass is the new Hermione Granger," Marietta said.

"Yes, people have been surprisingly accepting of this new Daphne or more correctly Hermione," Tracy said.

"I know, but this is the weird part," Marietta said, pulling out the class picture from their first year in Hogwarts in the fall of 1991. "Daphne Greengrass doesn't exist," she said, showing Tracy the picture. "See here is Hermione Granger," Marietta said pointing to the frizzy haired girl. "And here is Johanna and Victoria Grunberg," she said pointing to the twins.

"Impossible, she didn't start that ruse until third year, and Astoria wasn't in Hogwarts yet," Tracy said, taking the picture from Marietta.

"I know," Marietta said.

"Where did you get this picture," Tracy asked.

"It's a copy from the picture hall," Marietta replied. "Could she have altered it somehow."

"Not likely…" Tracy said. "Those pictures are tamper proof."

"Then why would they change," Marietta asked. "Is this some sort of prank."

"No, I don't think so," Tracy said.

"Then what is going on," Marietta asked. "It's not like reality can just change?"

"Vincent, Gregory," Tracy called out to the boys as they headed to quidditch practice.

"Do you need something," the pair said, jogging over to them. "We're kind of in a hurry."

"Just a quick question," Tracy said. "Do either of you remember Daphne Greengrass?"

The pair shared a look before turning back to the girls. "Daphne who," Vincent said, sounding more confused than usual.

"Wasn't that the muggleborn girl who claimed to be the illegitimate daughter of Lady Greengrass," Greggory said.

"Oh yeah, wasn't that the name Hermione Granger tried to use so people wouldn't bully her in 3rd year," Vincent explained.

"Too bad she's too ugly to make that work," they laughed. "And that's how she ended up being forced to be a maid as punishment for her lies."

"Thank you, boys, that's all I needed," Tracy said.

"No problem," they said running off to practice.

"It seems reality is indeed changing," Tracy said.

"But that's crazy, magic can't do that," Marietta gasped.

"And yet the evidence seems to point that way," Tracy said.

"Is this Dumbledore's doing," Marietta postulated.

"Unlikely," Tracy said.

"What makes you say that," Marietta said.

"If Dumbledore was changing reality, he would have already known about the original Hermione's ruse, before I told him about it last year, not to mention why would he allow others to be aware of what he is doing," Tracy explained.

"Good point," Marietta replied. "Then who or what is driving these changes, and why do we remember the original reality."

"Good question," Tracy said as they sat in one of the gazebo's created by Johanna.

"And I doubt we'll find an answer in a book," Marietta said sadly.

"Yes, but where is the fun in that," Tracy said.

"Tracy, we do not even know where to begin," Marietta said.

"Yes, we do," Tracy replied.

"So where do we begin," Marietta asked.

"We begin by figuring out exactly how this new reality is different than what we remember, and who still remembers either entirely or partially the old one," Tracy said.

"Wait you want me to talk to people," Marietta said.

"Is that a problem," Tracy said.

"Well, no, it's just that, well," Marietta stammered.

"I really need to get you out of the library more often," Tracy chuckled.

Sunday October 8th Beauxbatons Magical Academy Greenhouses

Moving plants were nothing new to Fleur, the magical world, or even the non-magical world. Plants moving towards light sources, slow but it happens. Plants eating insects, it happens. Carnivorous plants contouring their forms to move closer to food sources, a real problem in magical jungles because you could be the food source. Plants appearing to consciously move their leaves and branches out of the way of someone, not so much. "How is she doing that," Fleur thought, watching Millie casually prune and trim the self-fertilizing shrubs they were working on. Although calling it a shrub would be a mistake. The shrubbery surrounded a large central bulb topped by a flower 4ft in diameter with a deep receptacle where long slim stamens topped with colorful pollen designed to lure in bats, birds, and other small animals.

"There you go," Millie said, tossing a mouse into a smaller Flesh-eating shrub giggling as the flower snapped shut the plant making something of a swallowing motion. Millie listened for a small plop signifying that the mouse had entered the plants stomach in the bulb. "Who's a good boy," Millie giggled, reaching through the shrub to pat the bulb.

"Millie, why are you standing so close to a flesh-eating shrub." Fleur asked.

"I'm giving her pets for being a good girl," Millie replied.

"It's called a flesh-eating shrub for a reason Millie," Fleur said smacking away a branch with a burst of flame from her wand.

"Fleur is a friend not, food," Millie said, admonishing the offending plant as she pulled her hand out.

"Millie, it's a plant it can't hear you," Fleur said.

"Why," Millie replied.

Fleur groaned. "Because they do not have ears," Fleur said.

"True, but they do have mechanoreceptors," Millie replied, moving onto the next one. "And they like it when I talk to them."

Fleur let out another long-suffering sigh. "Fine I will give you that one," she said holding up her hand as Millie turned towards her. "Some plants have mechanoreceptors that might be able to sense vibrations, but I do not think that they can actually understand you."

"Want to bet," Millie said.

"This is a fool's bet, but I'll take it," Fleur thought. "Sure, what do you have in mind?"

"A simple experiment," Millie said. "First we let the mouse out directing it towards the plant and see how it reacts. 2- I feed one while talking to it and then 3- you do the same. Then we compare how it reacted."

"Fine with me," Fleur said.

"Test 1," Millie said, releasing the mouse while Fleur transfigured a small earthen maze to direct it towards the shrub. Predictably once the squeaking mouse was within range the branches of the shrub moved allowing the mouse to feed on its leaves. Soon it found itself stuck in the tangled mess of leaves as they lifted the mouse up, dropping it in the flower-like mouth of the plant.

"Predictable," Fleur replied.

"True, but every experiment needs a baseline," Millie replied.

"That is a very non-magical way of thinking," Fleur replied.

"Yes, true but Johanna said it is the best way to do research," Millie said.

"Of course, the cold mechanical German would say that," Fleur said rolling her eyes while Millie fed another plant talking to it gently calling it a good boy.

"That cold mechanical German is my friend," Millie said.

"I know, that is what I don't understand," Fleur said as Millie pulled back from the plant.

"Understand what, Johanna is a nice girl," Millie asked.

"If you say so," Fleur sighed causing Millie to giggle.

"What did she ever do to you?" Millie asked.

"She froze my hair," Fleur said.

"When did she do that," Millie asked.

"It was my plumage day celebration," Fleur replied.

"Plumage day," Millie asked.

"Don't they teach you anything in Britain," Fleur sighed.

"Veela's aren't exactly…." Millie said.

"Right, anyway, in Veela's plumage day is the day that your wings come in, which is on or around your 13th birthday," Fleur said.

Flashback to the summer of 1990 Delacour Residence South of France

"So hot," a thirteen-year-old Fleur grumbled desperately fanning her face as she headed for the shade.

"Are those wings real," a silver haired girl asked.

"Of course, they're real," Fleur said, doing a pirouette extending the small pure white wings on her back to the silver haired girl's delight.

"Amazing," the girl gasped.

"I know right," Fleur said before sitting down next to her. "But can I let you in on a little secret." Fleur said leaning over to whisper in her ear.

"What is it," the girl said.

"They are really heavy, and this heat is killing me," Fleur groaned.

"That's being dramatic," Johanna replied. "But yes, it is way too hot."

"Finally, someone who agrees with me," Fleur said hugging Johanna.

"Hey what are you doing," the girl squeaked as Fleur held her close.

"Nice and cold," Fleur sighed holding onto the silver haired girl. "Hey wait how are you doing that," Fleur asked before the girl broke free.

"Magic," the girl replied.

"But you don't have a wand," Fleur asked.

"Don't need one," the girl said, holding up a clear sparkling gemstone.

"You are casting magic with a diamond," Fleur said.

"Cubic zirconia, mommy won't let me use any of the good gems yet," the girl said.

"You mother lets you do magic without a wand and outside of school," Fleur said.

"Yes," the girl said.

"And that's why you are a portable air conditioner," Fleur said, keeping a hold of the girl.

"Yes, and could you please let me go," the girl pleaded.

"Yes, but on one condition," Fleur said.

"Cast the spell on me," Fleur said.

"I'm not really sure…." the girl said.

"Come on what is the worst that could happen," Fleur said as the girl remained unconvinced. "Come on it's my plumage day, don't be a stick in the mud," Fleur pestered.

"Fine," the girl sighed.

"Yah!" Fleur exclaimed, happily shaking the girl. "So, um what's your name," Fleur asked.

"Johanna Grunberg," the girl said.

"Your German," Fleur said.

"Lichtenstein," Johanna said, holding out the gem.

"What's a Lichtenstein," Fleur said as Johanna cast the spell a cool gentle breeze washing over her.

"A small country between Switzerland and Austria," Johanna said, trying to focus.

"So, your Switzerland's red headed step child," a red-haired girl chimed in.

"Don't you have red hair," Fleur said.

"Yes," the girl said proudly flaunting her flaming red hair. "But seriously I've seen ranches larger than your midget country."

"How rude," Fleur said.

"My country isn't a midget," Johanna snapped, losing control of the spell.

"I'm just calling it like I see it, you cheese eating surrender monkey," the girl said.

"You're a meanie," Johanna snapped.

"The name is Jennifer, and you'd better watch out," the red-haired girl said making a strategic exit as Johanna's spell went wild turning Fleur's hair into a solid block of ice.

End of flashback

"Wait, wait, wait," Millie protested. "This Jennifer girl made Johanna mad causing her to mess up the spell and freeze your hair," Millie said, waiting for Fleur to nod affirmatively. "And you're mad at Johanna."

"Well, if she hadn't lost control of the spell in the first place," a blushing Fleur protested.

"And you are the one calling her the hot head," Millie muttered.

"What was that," Fleur said.

"Oh nothing," Millie said, pulling out another mouse. "Who was this Jennifer girl anyway," Millie asked.

"I think she's from a branch of the Weasley family that moved to America," Fleur said.

"The Weasley's don't or should I say didn't have American cousins. Ginny what did, or better yet what are you going to do," Millie thought, handing the mouse to Fleur. "Your turn."

"Now to prove you wrong," Fleur said, taking the mouse. Turning towards the large exotic plant, she glared at it. "Now listen up, you big dumb plant, here is your stupid mouse," she said slowly approaching the plant as Millie backed away. "Come on here's your food, a nice big juicy mouse," she said dangling the mouse by the tail over the leaves of the unresponsive plant. After a minute of dangling the mouse she turned back to Millie. "Now there is your scientific proof, plants can't hear. I mean look at it I am dangling the mouse over it and it's not doing anything."

"Um, Fleur," Millie said pointing behind her.

"Yes, what is it," Fleur said.

"You might want to turn around," Millie said.

"Why," Fleur said as the splattering of small drops of water against the floor caught her attention.

"Because I think there is something you need to see," Millie said.

"Fine," Fleur said, turning to face the plant. The large flower looming over her as sweet acidic nectar dripped from the petal.

"Millie why is there a flesh-eating shrub that looks like it wants to eat me," a petrified Fleur said very slowly.

"Because you called it a big, dumb, stupid plant," Millie replied.

"Millie," Fleur said looking back towards her friend out of the corner of her eye.

"Yes," Millie replied.

"Please do your thing and make it not eat me," Fleur said.

"Ok," Millie said, walking over to the plant. "There, there, Fleur didn't really mean it, she was just testing a hypothesis, she doesn't think you're a stupid plant," Millie said using her wand to direct her magic towards it. "I know she reminds you of a bird, but she's not a bird," she said as the plant shrank back down. Pulling herself out of her shock Fleur grabbed her wand quickly casting a detection spell on Millie.

"She's directing magic to the plant, but there is no spell, or at least one I know of," Fleur thought, analyzing the flow of energy. "Millie what spell are you using?"

"It's not really a spell, per say, I am just directing some of my mana to the flesh-eating shrub to calm it down," Millie replied as the plant finally returned to normal.

"But the plant would reject raw mana, that is why casting spells on plants is so difficult," Fleur said.

"True, but mine seems to work just fine," Millie said.

"Then teach me how you did that and then we'll have a proper experiment," Fleur said.

"Who is the scientist now," Millie laughed.

"I am not a scientist, I just don't want them eating me," Fleur said with a shudder moving behind Millie.

Tuesday October 17th Hogwarts Potion classroom

"Potter, Granger," Snape called out, pairing the students off.

"I thought she got kicked out," Dean whispered to Seamus.

"No that was Johanna and Victoria Grunberg," Seamus replied.

"Weren't they like the same person," Dean replied.

"Dude, how can you confuse Hermione with like one of the cutest girls ever," Seamus replied, jerking his thumb towards Hermione.

Dean turned his head to look at the short pudgy girl in glasses with a face that looked like it had been smashed in with a large frying pan. He tried to overlay a mental image of Johanna with the girl, but all it ended up doing was giving him a headache as two images acted like oil and water. "Ok, fine, you've got a point." he sighed as Snape paired the rest of the class off.

Hermione sighed having heard the boy's comment on her looks, again. "I'm not that ugly," Hermione said to herself, still coming to terms with her new reality. It was a weird sense of disorientation where she felt like she should be the pretty, smart, powerful, popular girl, yet all she knew was memories of being a fat ugly dork. She also felt like she should have friends, and yet she had none. "Well at least Harry will be nice to me," Hermione hoped, holding onto a fleeting feeling of familiarity as she slowly shuffled over to her partner.

"Just be quiet and stay out of my way liar," Harry hissed in her ear.

"But…." Hermione stammered her body frozen at the sight of his burning green eyes glaring at her.

"Get the cauldron while I get the ingredients, dumbo," Harry said as he walked away.

"Fine I'll get the cauldron you dumb lion," Hermione muttered under her breath pulling out a pewter cauldron. With a grunt and a bang, she managed to heft the large heavy pot onto the table.

"Come on can't you do anything right," Harry said.

"What I got the cauldron out like you asked," Hermione said.

"We're brewing a fairy repellent, that means you use a cold iron cauldron," Harry said pointing to the board.

Hermione turned towards the board seeing the instructions. "Right," she squeaked blushing furiously as Harry switched the cauldrons.

"Man, I thought you were good at this stuff, and you know," Harry said.

"Know what…." Hermione said softly.

"Smart," Harry said, causing Hermione to deflate even more.

"Excellent," Tracy thought, watching Harry's boss Hermione around, while Pansy worked with Draco. Deciding it was time to test the waters she went to pick the materials falling in behind Neville. "Neville," she said tapping him on the shoulder.

"Tracy," Neville said, turning around. "Do you need something?" he asked looking right at her.

"I just want to say that it was a shame about Millie," Tracy said.

"You don't say," Neville replied.

"I do, I mean why leave, it wasn't like she got kicked out," Tracy replied with a smile as the others around them seemed to clue in to what was happening.

"Perhaps, but it was a show of solidarity with her friends," Neville said. "And she is safer there, than she ever was here." he said quietly.

"Really, I mean I know that the school has had its share of events, but I wouldn't call it dangerous," Tracy replied.

"Tracy, I find that your words remind me of flowers," Neville replied.

A blushing Tracy tucked her pale red hair behind her ear. "What sort of flowers."

"A lovely bouquet of orange lilies, orange mock, with a touch of monkhood," Neville replied.

"Why thank you," Tracy said. "But what would Millie think, if she found out you were hitting on me?"

"You may be a resilient flower, with your own unique bouquet, but your fragrance pales in comparison to Millie," Neville replied, turning around as his turn was up to collect the materials.

"Deceit, hatred, and a deadly foe, so it seems Neville does remember the original reality," Tracy thought as she gathered her own materials. "And his changes can all be a result of normal actions and not reality changing." she said using her table in the back of the room to examine Neville.

"Good luck with that," her partner, a Gryffindor girl named Faye said.

"Good luck with what," Tracy said.

"He writes Millie nearly every day," Faye replied. "Boy is positively smitten."

"True, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the eye candy," Tracy snickered.

"Join the club," Faye giggled. "He's really grown up well, I guess all the work in the greenhouses is to thank for that."

"I'll say, check out those muscles," Tracy said.

"I know right, it makes you wonder how the golden trio knocked him out," Faye said.

"Golden Trio," Tracy said.

"Yeah, you know Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Dean Thomas," Faye said.

"And why would they do that," Tracy said.

"He tried to stop them from going after Philosopher's stone in first year," Faye said.

"Right," Tracy said, taking note of how her story didn't match up with her Slytherin version of events which included Johanna and Millie.

Break

"Dude, tough break in Potions today," Ron said as they headed for quidditch practice.

"Tell me about it," Harry groaned. "It took all I had not to hex that liar right there."

"I'm sorry you had to deal with her and Snape at the same time," Ginny chimed in.

"Thanks, but there is one thing bothering me," Harry said.

"Did that liar say something crazy again," Ginny said.

"No, nothing like that," Harry said.

"Then what," Ron asked.

"I remember her being decidedly less ugly and fat last year," Harry said.

"I don't know, snakes aren't my thing," Ron said.

"She was always kind of dumpy looking and everyone makes mistakes. You probably just got drawn in by that ridiculous chest of hers." Ginny said, moving closer to Harry.

"And aren't you happier with someone who doesn't look like a troll," Ron said.

"Very," Harry said. "But it's still weird."

Friday October 20th St Hilde's magical academy main hall

While a mere fraction of the size of the Hogwarts great hall, the main hall of Saint Hilde's was no less impressive with its open beam construction the light texture of the wood adding to the rich rustic feel of the school. The polar opposites of the cold imposing stone of Hogwarts, and instead of the long tables found in Hogwarts the circular tables allowed for more than just a few students interacting with each other as they ate breakfast. While the Hogwarts transplants found the lack of houses a bit confusing at first, they very quickly adapted to the new system. Padma and Parvati particularly enjoyed being able to interact without catching flak from others about house unity. The Grunberg's on the other hand rather enjoyed the lack of traditional Hogwarts food, otherwise known at the three B's, boring, bland, and boiled.

"Victoria, I have to ask," Parvati said as they enjoyed breakfast. "What is the deal with your sister, she was always the first one to our morning yoga sessions. But she hasn't joined us once since school started."

"Oh that," Victoria said. "Well, you see…."

"Victoria, you weren't going to say the L word, were you," Johanna said coming up from behind and placing a cold hand on her sister's shoulder.

"No," Victoria yelped.

"The L word," Padma giggled.

"Well, what else do you call sleeping in all the time," Victoria said as Johanna sat down.

"It wasn't like I asked to be turned into a night person," Johanna said.

"A side effect of reality changing," Parvati asked.

"No, this has nothing to do with that," Johanna said.

"Then what happened," Parvati asked.

"What I am about to say cannot be repeated," Johanna said.

"You have our word," the twins said.

"Do you remember how I asked for Luna during the dementor attack," Johanna said pausing as the girls nodded. "It wasn't just because she has magic to spare and I was drained at the time. Luna's magic has a special quality, and a bit of that special quality remains in my system."

"You borrowed Artemis's power and a fragment of her celestial mana and divine authority remains in your system," Padma said chuckling as Johanna's jaw dropped.

"And since Artemis is the goddess of the moon, you have become more of a night owl," Parvati added.

"And you know this, how," Johanna said.

"Luna asked us to keep an eye on you," the Patil twins said.

"Why?" Johanna asked.

"Because, foot races, and men, and…." the twins trailed off.

"Oh, come on, I'm still me, and not a mythical Greek heroine raised by bears," Johanna groaned.

"Still, it's not like we can ask anyone about it," Victoria said.

"Either way I appreciate the sentiment," Johanna said.

"It's what friends do for each other," the twins said.

Johanna's couldn't stop the tears that began to well up in the corner of her eyes. "Thank you," she said trying to push back the tears that began to flow. "You don't know how much that means to me," she said softly.

"Padma what did you do," Parvati snapped.

"What I did, what did you do," Padma replied as Johanna dabbed her eyes with a napkin.

"Neither of you did anything, it's just that…" Johanna said softly.

"Despite everything that has changed my sister still remembers those early years at Hogwarts," Victoria said.

"You dummy, we've been friends for years," the twins said, each putting an arm around her shoulders.

"I know, it's just," Johanna said, drying her eyes.

"We understand," the twins said. "And you won't be getting rid of us that easily."

"Understatement," Johanna chuckled.

"Johanna, Victoria," a man wearing glasses said approaching their table.

"Yes, Professor Scyra," Johanna said.

"A Mr. Gregorovitch is here to see you," he replied.

"Yes, they're here," Johanna and Victoria exclaimed.

"What's here," Padma asked.

"Our new wands," Johanna giggled with delight, her previous mood forgotten.

"I don't know if I should be scared or excited," Parvati said.

"How about both," Padma said as the Grunberg twins followed the professor out.

Break

"Johanna, it is a pleasure to see you again," the old wand maker said as they entered. "And Victoria you are as lovely in person as your angelic voice is over the wireless."

"Thank you," Victoria said, trying not to blush.

"It is a pleasure to see you as well Mr. Gregorovitch," Johanna replied, placing a hand each on the two cases that were laying on the table.

"I must confess that I haven't had this much trouble and fun in years," he said.

"Sorry," the girls said.

"Nonsense," he laughed, waving them off. "Troublesome wands are the most fun to make." He said with a smile.

"That doesn't make any sense," Victoria said.

I understand," Johanna replied with her own grin.

"You do," Victoria said.

"Nothing is sweeter than landing a new trick, and the more difficult the trick the bigger the payoff," Johanna said.

"I would have said a kiss from Marcus, but whatever works for you and we seriously need to find you a boyfriend sis," Victoria thought.

"I think you will find you will be able to do all sorts of tricks with these," he said opening the first case.

Johanna's eyes sparkled with delight as they gazed at a pair of wands. "Are these mine?" She asked looking at the pair.

"Yes, I had wanted to create a wand that could channel your mana, and the residual celestial mana that flows through you. Sadly, that proved to be a mountain I could not cross so I settled on a pair of wands," he said, lifting the first one out of the case.

"They're beautiful," Johanna gasped, stunned by the look of the wands. "But they do not look anything like any wand I've ever seen," Johanna said examining the blue and silver wands with the handle set in the middle of the wands that didn't look much like any she had ever seen.

"Of course not, these are custom master pieces specifically crafted to match your unique talents and casting styles, not some generic mass-produced model," Gregorovitch laughed, picking up the first one. "28 inches of old growth Norwegian spruce half an inch in diameter soaked in the tears of a yuki-onna for the color and more importantly to protect the wood from the chill of your spells. There is a mithril inlay for power and stability, the handle is premium dahu leather, and the gemstone end caps are type 1 sapphires," Gregorovitch said. "The sapphires will serve as a focus of sorts allowing you to increase or decrease the area effect of a spell.

"And the core," Johanna asked.

"Jotunn hair," Gregorovitch replied. "And it is perfectly balanced," he said, handing it to Johanna who let it rest on her fingers. A comforting cold sensation washing over her like a breeze on a crisp winter morning.

"That's great, but why batons?" Victoria asked.

"A witch should never be without their wand and Johanna has a rather dramatic flair to her performances, and with this it can be even more spectacular," Gregorovitch said as Johanna began to absent mindedly twirl the wand.

"Wunderbar," Johanna said happily as the wand felt like an extension of her body twirling it into the air, before catching it. "And the second wand."

"Ah yes, the first wand's very tricky sister," he said, removing a white wand with a shimmering metallic inlay. "It shares the same dimensions and balance as the first wand, and it was cut from the same old grow spruce as your first wand. The inlay is adamant, and it is capped with a pair of perfect moonstones. The core is a porcelain rod made from the ash of your previous wand, powdered bone from a jade rabbit, and moon dust. This will let you cast normally and channel your own celestial manna," Gregorovitch explained handing the wand to Johanna.

The wand didn't sing in her hand like the first one, yet there was an undeniable connection, a tugging sensation of sorts between the wand and something deep inside Johanna. "Looks like I'm going to be upping my yoga and meditation," Johanna thought, feeling the power inherent in herself and the wand. "Thank you, these are as powerful as they are beautiful," Johanna said holding the wands in her hands.

"I look forward to seeing what you create with them," Gregorovitch said.

"You do realize this is my sister we are talking about. She is just as likely to destroy something," Victoria chuckled.

"I do not just blow stuff up, I was the one who made all of the outdoor facilities at Hogwarts," Johanna replied.

"True, but you can't deny you are rather good at destroying things," Victoria said.

"Those were all in self-defense," Johanna said, stomping her foot.

"I still say you didn't have to punch that poor defenseless Cerberus," Victoria said.

"Go get your wand," Johanna huffed, returning to twirling her wands.

"Hee-hee," Victoria giggled, stepping up to Gregorovitch. "I trust I was not as difficult as my sister.

"No," Gregorovitch replied.

"See Johanna…" Victoria said over her shoulder.

"Yours's was more difficult," Gregorovitch said.

"Hah!" Johanna exclaimed pointing at her sister. "Who is the troublesome one now."

"Now as I was saying," Gregorovitch said, opening a second case revealing what looked like a cordless microphone.

"Is that a microphone," Victoria said.

"Yes, it has the ability to amplify your voice," Gregorovitch replied, lifting it out of the case. "But it is a fully functioning wand."

"I'm confused, it looks like a microphone," Victoria said.

"I do understand your confusion as despite being batons your sister's wands do at least appear like very large wands. And as I said any good witch should never be without their wand even on stage, so the trick was coming up with a mechanism that would magically amplify your voice as well as your magic," he explained getting Victoria's undivided attention. "The outer casing is white spruce, and the orichalcum inlay…"

"It's pretty but looks like circuitry," Victoria said.

"Yes, in a way it is," he replied. "The diaphragm is a thin film of mithril, with a layer of nue fur for a windscreen," he explained showing her the parts. The internal coil is orichalcum wrapped around the hyoid bone of a siren. This serves as the magical core of the wand for normal casting, and converts your singing into a magical signal that is sent to the speaker at the bottom."

"That's not going to be much of a speaker," Victoria said examining the bottom of the microphone.

"Hahaha, it might be logical to think that, but your father and Alexandra actually helped me on that part," Gregorvitch replied. "What you are looking at is a speaker constructed from the voice box of a siren."

Victoria's jaw dropped. "You're telling me that this is… That I can…"

"Yes, with this you will have no trouble singing in even the largest of concert halls without a sound system, and you should be able to create a number of rather unique sounds that many think are just a myth," Gregorovitch replied handing her the wand

"Oh wow," Victoria said a gentle tune humming in the air as she held the wand.

"And because you share your sister's penchant for interesting adventures, I would be remiss if I did not provide you with something a bit more useful for adventuring," Gregorovitch stated.

"See I'm not the only crazy one around here," Johanna remarked.

"Yeah, yeah," Victoria sighed as Gregorovitch removed a second wand that looked more like a handle from the case.

"Having heard about your magical whip spell, this wand has been designed around it," he explained.

"So, it's a magic whip," Victoria said.

"I think you will find it much more than that," he said. "This is 12 inches of Norwegian spruce around a hippogriff feather, orichalcum for extra stability. The covering is top grain Pegasus leather, with a diamond at the tip for better focus and control," he said, handing it to Victoria.

As she took the wand Victoria felt a breeze wash over her as her hair was blown back by a slight wind. "I like you," Victoria thought with a smile.

"I take it the wands are a success then," he said watching the girls examining their wands.

"Yes, these feel like extensions of my magic," Johanna said.

"As any magical casting device should," he replied.

"We can't thank you enough for these," Victoria said.

"You are very welcome, and please should any of your friends need new wands, please allow me to offer my services," he said.

"Of course, but I thought you were retired," Johanna said.

"Making your wands has rekindled my creative side, reminding me why I got into wand making in the first place. Consider me semi-retired now, and any friends of yours needing wands are going to tricky customers requiring interesting wands," he said.

"Oh course," the girls said.

"Now go and bond with your new wands," he said smiling as the pair raced out.

Saturday afternoon October 21st Hogwarts grounds

"You have got to be kidding me," Elizabeth said looking at the crowd of students sitting in the various gazebo's Johanna had created in the spring.

"That's a lot of people," Sylvia said standing next to her.

"Do you think we can keep up," Anna said.

"Keep up, do we even have enough food," Belle said. "I mean we thought we might get the usuals in Slytherin and maybe a few Ravenclaws.

"I think we'll just make it," Sylvia said, quickly counting heads.

"Well, we might as well get started," Elizabeth straightening her outfit before stepping forward. "Merlin, there are students from every house, and are those professors," Elizabeth thought, gulping nervously. "Um, thank you all for coming this afternoon," Elizabeth squeaked.

"Come on get on with it already, some of us are hungry," several boys called out from the back of the line.

Elizabeth froze her face turning bright red. "I um, well, you see," Elizabeth stammered.

"They're probably stalling so they can poison the food," another student called out.

"Hey we didn't poison anything," Sylvia protested.

"Yeah right," another student called out.

"Penelope," Liz whispered as they stood near the front.

"My, my are you asking for another favor," a smirking Penelope replied.

"Not for me, for them, they worked really hard on this, but if I step in," Liz said.

"Right, they would expect a Slytherin to stand up for their own, and be part of the deception," Penelope said.

"I'll do it," Olga chimed in. "But only on one condition."

"And that is," Liz asked.

"I need a new bra, all of my old ones are too small now," Olga replied.

"Sure, no problem," Liz said.

"Just like that," Olga said.

"Yes," Liz said. "This club was started by Johanna and refined by Millie, and these girls are trying to carry on the tradition. At the very least these girls deserve a chance."

"Now that Liz Tuttle is something that I can respect," Olga replied before turning to face the crowd behind them.

"That's enough," Olga's voice boomed, silencing the crowd. "Who do you think taught these girls how to cook?"

"I don't know Professor Snape," a familiar voice said.

"I don't want to hear it from you Justin," Olga said, calling out 5th year Hufflepuff Justin Finch-Fletchley. "When I know for a fact you used to sneak muffins out of Millie's basket during Herbology. So, don't even try to tell me you don't trust the food made by girls Millie personally trained."

"That's right," Penelope added.

"So, pipe down," Cho said from the back, her spear resting across her shoulders.

"Or what," Justin said.

"I think my performance in Monaco speaks for itself," Cho said, spinning her spear around. "But if you need a translation, I believe it is called bonk in English," she said letting her spear hit the ground with a thud.

"Since when do Ravenclaws use violence," Hannah asked.

"I never said anything about violence," Cho said.

"Cho, could you please not bonk my dorm mates before I get a chance to deliver their bonks as the ranking Hufflepuff," Olga said with a smile as her hair hung down over her eyes, freezing the pair in place. "With Johanna's help my aim has gotten much better."

"No, we're good, no bonks needed here," the pair said quickly.

"Excellent," Olga said, clapping her hands with a beaming smile. "Now Elizabeth I do believe this is your event so please carry on."

"Right, thank you," Elizabeth said. "Hello and welcome to the first Slytherin cooking club tea time," she said, opening her arms. "Please take a seat and we will be right with you." she said, directing them to sit at the various gazebos.

"Thanks for the assist Cho," Olga said as they headed for their seats.

"No problem, but why did improving your aim scare them so much," Cho asked.

"You didn't," Penelope said.

"Not perfectly, but it is a start," a beaming Olga said.

"I feel like I am missing something very important," Liz and Cho said looking at Olga.

"Olga is a genius at astronomy," Penelope said.

"True, but it's kind of a useless class and all I mean what the point of gazing up at the stars all you can really do with it is a bit of divination and tricking…" Liz said before slapping her hands over her mouth as the girl slowly turned their gazes towards her.

"I should really bonk her. Still a work in progress I see. Astronomy is not useless," Cho, Penelope and Olga thought glaring at their blond acquaintance.

Three pairs of eyes boring into her as she shrunk back a little. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that tiny tits, honest," Liz said softly before slapping her hands over her mouth again.

"This is going to take a lot of work," Penelope thought.

"My breasts are not small," Olga thought, tugging on her bra straps as it grew tighter.

Standing off to the side, Cho had a slightly different viewing angle than the others so her eyes caught the site of Liz's chest. Her left breast seemingly deflated as she exhaled shrinking back into her shirt. "Did her breast just," Cho thought, taking a closer look at Liz's lopsided chest, dumbstruck as the other breast did the same shrinking the abundant cleavage that attracted many male eyes no longer bursting out of her shirt. "Shrink…. Johanna wasn't pulling my leg then, but where did it go."

"I mean I am really sorry Olga," Liz muttered her chest feeling lighter than usual. "Ugh did I stretch it out again."

Penelope let out a long sigh as Cho raised her spear. "She's a work in progress," Penelope said pushing the spear back down. "So, let's hold off on the bonking for now."

"Force of habit," Liz said meekly as they found their seats.

"It's a rather bad habit," Olga said, rolling her shoulders as she tried to loosen her bra. "Argh did this one shrink to…" She thought as the mass that left Liz seemed to find its way onto her chest. Her breasts slowly expanded rising like bread dough as it expanded high and full on her chest. Large mosquito bites turning into large berries and then ripe apples before being reined in by her clothes.

"So that's where it went," Cho thought as Olga grimaced for a second tugging at her bra.

"And I don't think I'm that small," Olga said with a smile happy with the recent growth of her breasts having taken her out of the small chested crowd. "But as I was saying, my family has a long history of studying astronomy and some magic that can slightly alter the trajectory of shooting stars as they fall to earth. Thanks to Johanna showing me some non-magical science, I have improved the spell to the point where I can…" Olga explained.

"Olga, I would prefer if we avoided extinction level events," Penelope dead panned.

"The most I can do is some small meteorites, and maybe a muggle satellite," Olga blurted out.

"Look I know there is such a thing as long ranged magical spells, but you're talking hundreds if not thousands of miles," Cho said.

"True, but that is where my love of astronomy, combined with my knowledge of runes," Olga said. "Now are there any limits to where you can write a rune."

"No, not really," Cho said.

"Olga that's crazy you're not saying what I think you're saying," Liz gasped.

"Yes," Olga beamed. "With Johanna's help I worked out a way to use the stars to serve as the focal points for magic circles and since they are drawn on the stars, my magic can interact with objects that appear to the observer to be in their vicinity. And relax I can only really apply as much as an advanced bludgeoning charm, which is nothing on an astronomical scale."

"Bloody hell that is impressive," Liz said. "My invisible air has nothing on magic like that. I mean I can maybe alter the path of a storm if I go all out but pulling something out of orbit that's just nuts." she said as the others just stared at her.

"Ok, seriously, what the hell happened to you," Olga said, trying to avoid the tightness of her clothes.

"Was it something I said," Liz replied.

"Are you really the same Liz Tuttle," Penelope said.

"Yes, it's me," Liz huffed.

"Johanna didn't blow you up or anything," Cho asked.

"Johanna did not blow me up," Liz said.

"True, there wouldn't be any pieces left," Olga said nodding her head.

"Actually, Johanna is more likely to turn people into popsicles rather than blowing them up, something about how they can't learn anything if they're dead," Sylvia said standing next to their table. "Sorry for the wait, but here is your tea and scones."

"But we didn't order…." Olga said.

"You didn't have to. We know what you usually ask for," Sylvia said, placing the tea and scones on the table.

"You do," Cho said.

"Millie always told us it was important to know the orders of regular customers," Sylvia said. "Johanna would always take herbal tea when she went to work with Olga late at night. Cho, we know you asked Millie for green tea. Percy asked Millie for help with your valentine's day present."

"I knew there was no way he was that good of a cook," Penelope huffed.

"Please enjoy your food, and call if you need anything," Sylvia said with a curtsey before leaving.

"Well, that was unexpected," Penelope said.

"Honestly it wouldn't put it past the girls to be listening in on everything and reporting back to them," Liz said.

"You don't think they would do something like that," Olga said.

"It is the Slytherin thing to do," Liz replied.

"That doesn't mean it's the right thing to do," Penelope said.

"Liz, do you use invisible air to…." Penelope said.

"No, I do have standards and cheating is cheating," Liz replied.

"I meant do you use it to eavesdrop on people," Penelope said.

"Girls, invisible air isn't like that," Liz said.

"Then what exactly is it," Olga asked.

"Well, it is a Noblesse Oblige that was given to my family by none other than King Arthur himself," Liz said.

"We know that," Cho replied. "But what exactly is a noblesse oblige?"

"Um…. It's…. No…. It's more like…." Liz said, trying to come up with an answer.

"You don't know," Cho said.

"No, I know what it is, it's just complicated," Liz snapped.

"She doesn't know," Penelope said to Olga.

"Look, my mom only taught me how to use it. Not what it is," a blushing Liz muttered.

"You'll just have to get back to us on that one," Cho said.

"No promises," Liz replied.

Hogwarts seventh floor hallway

"Time to see if you are really up to the challenge Marietta," Tracy said looking down at the crowded tea time from a seventh-floor window. A very rare sight as all of the houses were talking and getting along with each other. Whether it was the food, the professors, or Mathew, Percy, and Cedric keeping everyone in line she couldn't tell from her view point. "You'd better come up with something good or I may have to punish you." she muttered before turning her attention to the letter in her hand.

Dear Tracy,

Hogwarts has stood for centuries and over those centuries a great many treasures have been left behind in the castle. I do wonder what sort of treasures you might discover if you searched the many halls of the castle. Johanna Grunberg is of equal rank to you, and she discovered the chamber of secrets and fought Slytherins beast. What have you discovered during your time at Hogwarts?

The note crumpled in her hand Tracy growling at the mention of her silver haired nemesis.

Now that I have your attention. I have a job for you. As you know Hogwarts was founded just over a thousand years ago, by four great mages, and has been home to many more powerful witches and wizards over the centuries. Our ancestors created many powerful magical artifacts some of which remain to this day, while many have been lost. However just because it has been lost does not mean it cannot be found once more. Johanna found a legendary dwarven hammer in a muggle shop. I wonder what you might find, hidden within the ancient halls of Hogwarts. Should your discovery please me, you may find yourself elevated to the ranks of true nobility.

Lady Greengrass

"Cryptic much, why not just tell me you want an item from the founders of Hogwarts," Tracy muttered, turning away from the window. "Now where to begin…." Tracy thought heading down the hallway.

"I wonder if that hidden room, I heard Johanna talking about really exists," Hermione thought trudging up the stairs. "Crap," Hermione hissed ducking into an alcove as tapping of shoes on the stone floor echoed down the hallway. "Just walk by, just walk by," she chanted in her head.

"I can see your belly tubbo," Tracy called out as she saw a disheveled shirt pulled tight over a pudgy stomach push out past the edge of the wall.

With great force of will, Hermione was able to suck in her stomach hiding her from view.

"Don't even try to hide from me fat ass, now get out here," Tracy said.

"Just go away, just go away," Hermione thought in her head.

Tracy sighed, shaking her head as she walked towards Hermione's hiding spot. "Hello, mudblood," Tracy said as she stopped in front of Hermione.

"Hello, Tracy," Hermione squeaked trying to sink back into the recesses of the alcove.

"Did I give you permission to call me by my name," Tracy said looming over a frozen Hermione.

"What is she talking about," Hermione thought. "Um…. we're in the same house so I thought…." Hermione said barely above a whisper.

"You thought wrong," Tracy replied, punching Hermione in the stomach. "You are to call me mistress, unless a professor or prefect is nearby, neither of which are here right now."

"I'm sorry mistress," Hermione coughed holding her stomach.

"Good, now come with me," Tracy said, pulling Hermione along.

"No," Hermione said, trying to resist Tracy's grip.

"What did you say," Tracy growled.

"I said no," Hermione said.

"Let me explain something to you, Hermione," Tracy said, flaring her magic, an aura of darkness descending over Hermione. "I am a noble pureblood, you pathetic muggleborn commoner. This means I own you, and I do not tolerate disobedience," she said glaring at Hermione, her eyes glowing with a sickly green light. "Disobey me again and my fists will be the least of your concerns. Now you are coming with me to the library and fetch books for me."

A trembling Hermione could only weakly bow her head in the presence of such a terrifying aura. "Yes, Mistress…" Hermione said unable to do anything else out of abject terror.

"Good," Tracy said, hauling her off the ground. "This is just some background research for ancient runes, a class that you flunked out of if my memory is correct."

"Yes, mistress, that is correct," Hermione said softly.

Late afternoon Hogwarts grounds

"Thank you all for coming today," Elizabeth said as the sun began to sit lower in the sky.

"When's the next one," several students said.

"Can you do lunch or dinner next time this food is way better than Hogwarts food," another student added.

"It's a work in progress, but there will be another event in the near future," Elizabeth said as the students left.

"You know I have to say, I am impressed," Cedric said. "I never would have expected something like this from Slytherin.

"Hey, we're not all bad," Mathew replied.

"We know," Percy chimed in. "But there is a bit of history there.

"It is a work in progress," Mathew said waving to the girls.

"Now I have to ask, what did you do to Liz," Percy asked.

"What do you mean," Mathew said.

"Liz is getting along with Penelope, Olga, and Cho," Percy said.

"Um people change," Mathew said as the girls headed back to the castle. "And there is nothing wrong with ambition, it is what those ambitions are that cause the problem."

"Agreed," Percy and Cedric said.

"Speaking of which, have you guys noticed any change in how the international students are treated," Percy asked.

"Since Johanna, Victoria and Millie were expelled, we don't have any foreign students in Slytherin, and if we did, I think Liz would squash it like a bug," Mathew said.

"The puffs on a whole are pretty accepting, so outside of some cultural mishaps, not really, why?" Cedric asked.

"We've got a few in Gryffindor and they've been catching more flack as of late, and Penelope noticed the same thing in Ravenclaw," Percy said.

"Cho never said anything to me about it," Cedric replied.

"After her performance in Monaco, they are probably afraid of what she could do to them if they found out," Cedric said.

"Yes, and for now it's mostly just rumbling about how they won't assimilate or rumors about how they are really here to steal the secrets of British magic and take it back to their home countries," Percy said.

Matthew sighed. "I really hate my fellow Brits sometimes," Mathew groaned.

"Won't McGonagall or Flitwick do anything," Cedric asked.

"Now without proof," Percy said.

"Um, excuse me," Anna chimed in.

"Yes, Anna," Mathew said.

"First, I just wanted to let you know that if you hear of anyone being picked on please let us know," Anna said.

"You don't need to worry about anyone picking on you," Mathew said ruffling her hair.

"I know," Anna said. "But maybe they just need a friend, and if they are sitting with us."

"How are you not in Hufflepuff," Cedric said.

"Because I am sneaky," Anna giggled.

"I can't argue with that one," Mathew laughed.

"But the reason I came over is because I need to ask you for a favor," Anna said.

"And what is that," Cedric asked.

"Mathew you are easily the beefiest guy in school. Cedric you are the best looking, and Percy you are the smartest," Anna explained. "And Victoria asked us to help find a boyfriend for Johanna, so if you have any friends that might be worthy of her time please let me know."

"Wait, you want us to help you find a boyfriend for Johanna," Cedric said.

"Yes, you three are awesome people, so you must have some awesome friends," Anna said.

"Ok…." the trio said looking at each other.

"Great, thanks, I knew I could count on you," Anna said before happily skipping away.

"What just happened," Percy said.

"I don't know," Cedric added.

"Bahahaha," Mathew laughed.

Break

"Don't forget you owe me a bra," Olga said, rolling her shoulders.

"How about now," Liz said.

"You're going to let her in the Slytherin dorms," Penelope said.

"Technically there is no rule against it," Liz replied.

"Still isn't that a pretty big deal," Cho said.

"But it is a chance to see Slytherin," Olga said as they headed into the dungeons.

"Great," Liz said an odd feeling of joy swelling in her more modest chest.

"What do you think you are doing," Vainsley said, glaring at Liz as they entered the Slytherin common room.

"What does it look like I'm doing," Liz said.

"Letting outsiders into Slytherin," Vainsley said.

"Which is not against the rules of Hogwarts," Liz replied.

"But you are breaking the norms of Slytherin," Vainsley said.

"Then take it up with Professor Snape," Liz shot back. "Unless you want to challenge me again," Liz said as the other girls crossed their arms.

"Since when did you need backup," Vainsley said.

"I don't, but I would not turn down help from a friend," Liz said. "This way ladies," Liz said, leading them to her room.

"We're friends now," Olga said as the door closed behind them

"Well, um, I thought maybe," Liz stammered.

"It's fine," Cho said, causing Olga to snap her eyes towards her.

"It's fine, it's not fine," Olga growled clenching her fists.

"Olga, please, Liz is really trying," Penelope said.

"I know," Olga said pushing her hair back. "But do you have any idea how many times, she's called me tiny tits, washboard chest, flatty patty, string bean…." Olga ranted until a loud snap cut her off.

"What was that," Penelope said as Olga's chest surged forward, no longer held back by her bra straining the buttons of her shirt.

"Nothing," Olga squeaked, turning away holding her chest.

"That was not nothing," Liz said.

"No," Olga said hunching over.

"So that's how it is," Cho thought watching an almost morbid fascination as Liz's chest continued to deflate sucking back into her chest. The above average bust became merely average, as Penelope got Olga to stand turning towards them again.

"Liz, about that bra," Penelope said.

"Sure," Liz said, quickly retrieving one of her many bras. "This ought to do it." she said handing it to Penelope who gave it to Olga.

"Come on let's see how it fits," Cho said without thinking. "What we're all girls," she said as they all looked at her.

"Promise not to laugh," Olga said.

"Promise," the other said before Olga began to remove her shirt revealing a snapped bra and a chest that was anything but small. A pair of small melons resting on her chest.

"Dam girl you are anything but small," Cho whistled.

"Olga where have you been hiding those," Penelope said.

"I'm a late bloomer I guess," Olga said. "When did you get so big," she thought, cupping her chest stunned by how it overflowed her hands.

"Late bloomer my ass," Cho thought. "I think you're nearly the same size as Liz."

"I don't know," Liz said, also surprised by Olga's stunning talent.

"Let's find out then," Penelope said.

"Do we have to," Liz said softly. "Crap Olga is stacked, she might be…." Liz thought cupping her own chest as it shrunk beneath her fingers.

"Come on you've always been proud of your chest, so what is there to worry about," Cho said.

"Girls," I'm not sure…." Liz stammered, feeling her chest slip away as Olga's chest surged. "I've never been small, how am I the small one?" she thought as her insecurity continued to grow.

In a surprising move, Olga stepped forward ripping Liz's shirt open, her eyes locked on the nearly empty bra Liz was wearing. "Smaller than I thought," Olga said, slipping her fist in the empty space.

"Hey, they're not that small," Liz protested, pushing Olga's hands away before puffing her chest out.

"I am not so sure about that," Olga said, tugging on Liz's shirt.

"Hey," Liz protested as Olga worked like a girl possessed, overpowering Liz and pulling the shirt off the taller girl.

"Oh, please you did this to me at least a dozen times," Olga replied as she continued stripping an embarrassed Liz of her bra as she tried to twist away.

"Really Olga," Penelope sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"What, I just wanted to see," Olga said looking back over her shoulder at her friends.

"Just consider it some karmic payback," Cho said with a shrug.

"We look to be the same size," Olga said standing side by side with Liz before taking a second look smiling as her chest seemed to press out further than Liz's. "No, I take that back I think I am bigger," she said with a smirk taking a deep breath to make them seem even larger, only they didn't shrink back down as she exhaled.

"I am not that small," Liz said, thrusting her chest out her cleavage vanishing as her breasts shrank. The once lush melons now the size of small fruits bordering on berries.

"Pride goeth before the fall," Cho thought as Liz's deflated again, as Olga's continued to rise, growing large and firm. There was something enticing about watching the pair Cho thought, stepping forward.

"What do you think," Olga said proudly thrusting her chest out giggling as Cho's hands cupped her breasts.

"I don't know, but they're bigger than mine and I'm a large B small C cup," Cho said.

"There is no way you're a D cup," Liz said butting in before looking down at Olga's chest. "Shit, those really are Ds." she thought her jaw dropped as she looked at the luscious orbs sitting loud and proud on Olga's chest. "And bigger than me, life is so not fair sometimes," she muttered softly, the others pretending not to hear her. Slowly her hand slowly extended poking the flesh to confirm it was real. A tingle running through her as Olga's chest seemed to grow the longer, she pressed her finger against Liz's breasts sucking the mass out of them. "Those are Double DD's you are so lucky," Liz whispered.

Olga smirked looking up at Liz. "You have nothing to be jealous about."

"When did she get so big," Liz thought looking down with wide eyes in disbelief. "And why am I jealous," she thought subconsciously cupping her own chest as it shrank beneath her fingers turning into small berries.

"Don't worry Liz, you're just a late bloomer," Penelope said, putting a hand on her shoulder. The blonde's breasts seemingly deflated to a perfectly flat chest, while Olga's large E cups rose proudly on her chest.

"So, who is the tiny tits now," Olga chuckled, bouncing her large chest to the delight of Liz's envious look.

"I guess I am, tiny tits Tuttle," Liz said sadly, hands dropping to her sides.

"Exactly, washboard chest," Olga giggled, patting Liz's flat chest. "And who has the larger breasts," Olga asked.

"That would be you Olga," Liz replied.

"And," Olga pressed, glancing at Penelope and Cho.

"No way, I'm smaller than them too now," Liz thought, able to tilt her head down and see her feet for the first time in forever.

"Excellent, now I think I will be taking those bras that you can no longer fill, tiny tits," Olga said.

"Yes, and why don't you take a few shirts to go with them," Liz said.

"I don't," Olga began to say.

"Trust me, with milk jugs like those, you will," Liz said.

"You are being surprisingly accepting," Cho whispered to Liz as Olga and Penelope got to work looking through Liz's trunk pulling out clothes that she would never fill out the same way again.

"Kind of hard not to when I tormented her as much as I did," Liz replied. "I'm just glad they are going to someone who deserves them," Liz added with a slight smile. "I won't say I'm not going to miss it…. Wait, miss what… why did I even have those bras when I barely need one."

"Good point," Cho said as Olga bent down nearly falling over from the weight of her chest. "Too bad she's a little too top heavy."

"True, she does have a bit of a pancake ass," Liz said looking at Olga's rather flat backside.

"Think you can give her some of yours," Cho said.

"I guess," Liz said. "Got any idea of how this works,"

"Not a clue," Cho said. "Maybe just think of giving it to Olga."

"Worth a shot," Liz replied imagining what Olga might look like with her posterior. "A girl as busty as Olga would have some curves down below too," she thought, feeling her body tingle as she watched the platinum blond girl's ass swell balancing out her chest.

"Again, you are surprisingly accepting of this," Cho said, watching Olga's pancake ass grow into a head turning posterior.

"Millie made me realize that I have gifts for days, and I never learned to appreciate them, so perhaps they are better served with others," Liz said, feeling a sucking sensation in her hips and posterior. Memories of once teasing the boys with her lush hips and posterior turning into fading dreams like her fading curves. Lush hips sucked inward as her lower body began receding the skirt that billowed outward at a rather angle shifting closer to 180 degrees.

"Those hips are much too boyish for that ass," Cho thought, glancing at Liz's perky posterior. This time the Chinese girl really couldn't help herself grabbing a handful of Liz's ass, only for it to deflate between her fingers, the firm muscle giving way to bone as it vanished like a popped balloon. "Dam it Johanna if you make me a pervert, I will bonk you." Cho thought, pulling her hand away hoping Liz didn't notice.

If she had the sudden snapping of fabric and the pin of Olga's panties bouncing off the stone floor drew everyone's attention. "I guess your chest isn't the only thing that has blossomed recently," Penelope said before Olga's skirt fell off revealing a set of curvaceous hips and a perky heart shaped posterior.

"I am not fat," Olga said, covering her stomach.

"I was talking about your hips," Penelope dead panned. "I mean seriously what are your measurements."

"38- 32- 38 I think" Olga replied, covering her soft spongy belly.

"You were not supposed to go there," Liz thought, touching her chest as she glared at Olga's soft midsection. "I have, well, had abs, so Olga should too."

"We'' let's find out for sure then," Penelope said, producing a measuring tape.

"Oh, come on," Olga said.

"No, now lift your arms," Penelope ordered.

"Fine," Olga sighed, lifting her thick, dare she say husky arms. As they remained aloft the fat appeared to melt away leaving toned feminine muscle behind. The loss continued as Olga's shoulders toned, and her neck slimmed. Even her face lost a bit of fullness to her cheeks.

"You're giving Olga the total package I see," Cho thought, watching as Liz's arms lost definition, becoming girlishly thin and smooth, with knobbing elbows and shoulders.

"40 inches with an E cup that is impressive," Penelope said.

"Dam, I'm bigger than I thought," Olga said as her breasts became perkier defying gravity as the muscle underneath them toned up.

"Ok time for your waist," Penelope said, wrapping the tape measure around Olga's waist.

"This I don't need to know," Olga said. The cool tape measure touched her skin, making her suck in a breath as the slightly rounded abdomen sucked inward appearing flat from the bottom of her breasts to her hips.

"No cheating Olga," Penelope said.

"I'm not," Olga said, releasing her breath only the flat contour of her soft stomach remained the excess tissue vanishing into the air as she exhaled. A second breath removed the soft feel and texture, while a third caused it to firm.

"Good," Penelope said, pulling it tight. "30 inches." But as she said the words Cho noticed the measure tape sag along her obliques as they pinched inward toned muscles rising out of the formerly soft flesh as Olga gained a solid core.

"Penelope it's loose," Cho said.

"It is," the others said.

"Yup," Cho said, pointing it out before Penelope pulled it tight around a toned midsection with the faint outline of muscle.

"28," Penelope read while Liz poked her own stomach.

"Please I'd rather be skinny than fat, skinny I can look younger," Liz thought, watching Olga's figure slim and tone while keeping her curves. "Fat will just make me look like a butterball," she thought, terrified as images of Daphne and new Hermione ran through her mind. Fingers sinking into the soft muscles of her stomach as it began to swell, turning from convex into concave even as her hands tried to hold it back, the fat surging through them. Her lanky body was able to absorb the weight as the fat spread like a thick film across her body. Liz could feel it weigh down on her, giving her a slight hunch, which only made her stomach pooch out more beneath her baggy clothes. She frowned looking in the mirror as the fat spread across her face like a wave leaving plump cheeks and a rounded chin in its wake. It didn't necessarily look bad, but one could make the case that the 18-year-old was perhaps a few years younger. Any thoughts about the cuteness of her face were left behind as she felt the waistband of her skirt cut into her skirt as she saw Penelope's excess flesh slowly vanish. The pudge she'd constantly waged a war against being sucked into Liz's body as she blew past normal entering husky territory. Her thighs rubbing against each other as she fidgeted was a new sensation for her. Her mind racing to think of some way to stem the tide of fat being pumped into her

"Please to who or whatever is causing this, I'm 6'3" I'll give up three inches of my height to turn this fat into anything to make them prettier, or stronger," Liz thought, bargaining with the world to save what little she could, terrified of becoming like Hermione. "Take my silky-smooth hair…..." she added mentally racking her brain for ideas. With that a sense of relief washed over her, as the swelling slowed and stopped before reversing itself. With a sigh she watched Penelope's belt slip lower on widening hips as her torso lengthened into firm flat midsection. The new curves pushing her jeans to the limit, pulled tight on her new hips and perky ass. Her new firm and lush thighs causing a few small tears in the denim. Her breasts grew slightly to compensate for her hips, but her hips and ass came to dominate her triangular figure. A figure that Liz knew would look good in some of her outfits.

Cho's on the other hand, had her grow the large B cups swelling into a nice pair of small D cups, while her hips grew slightly. Her legs took the full inch of height growing longer and sleeker. Her hair began to leak out of her buns trailing down past her shoulders as it darkened further to a pure raven black with thick silky-smooth strands. "She's spreading the wealth I see," Cho thought aware of how her body was changing while Penelope remained clueless as she tried to adjust her jeans to fit her new hips. "Look I don't know how Johanna deals with this, but Liz is trying to do right, and I'd rather not kill that off so let the poor girl be skinny, little scamp," Cho thought thinking of Liz, and what a young skinny Liz might look like. The girl had been rotten to the core as a result of her upbringing, but perhaps a second go around might improve things.

"Thank you," Liz thought, as she felt the weight begin to leave her body, her clothes growing looser as she slimmed back down her stomach sucking inward and any fat curves, she momentarily gained vacuumed out of her leaving her a tall skinny slip of a girl. However, a bit of weight remained in her face leaving her with a face appearing younger than her 18 years.

"And 40," Penelope said, wrapping the tape measure around Olga's wide hips, a width made from bone and muscle with the legs to match. "40, 28, 40, damn girl you are smoking," Penelope whistled unaware that she was now an equally impressive 34, 24, 38, with hips that while less than Olga's measurements looked equally if not more impressive with her smaller waist. While Cho was an athletic head turning, 36, 26, 36.

"But now I'll need new underwear as well," Olga said looking back at Liz.

"Sure, take anything you like," Liz said. "Not like it will fit me anyway."

"Well, I have to say your curves certainly suit Olga," Cho whispered to Liz.

"Did I really look that impressive," Liz said, watching with a growing jealousy of Olga, but at the same time she was happy for her. "She deserves it."

"Yes," Cho replied. Not wanting to tell her that Olga was probably more impressive now than Liz had been, while she and Penelope were just shy of the former Liz's impressive curves.

"Now I really am a string bean," Liz said, feeling more like a little girl albeit a tall lanky one, next to three girls with striking curves, one who could easily match her at her prime. Yet she was happy cracking a slight smile as Olga perused her clothes. "Olga has always worked hard, it's time that work paid off. I've only ever worked out at cheerleading practice," she thought.

"It's not so bad, and besides, give up your height, lose some hair, add some glasses, and you can just be a younger student," Cho said. "She looks like she might blow away in the wind," Cho thought as Liz's uniform looked like it could swallow her.

"I'm not sure," Liz began to say. "I mean I know I kind of look like a little girl…. but do I really want to do that. "

"Well just think about it," Cho said. "I didn't think so at first, but I like this changed Liz and maybe she deserves another chance, after willingly giving up her physique like that."

"So, what do you think," Olga said, dressed in one of Liz's old outfits filling it out much in the way Liz once had, or perhaps even better with how the top was pulled tight across her chest.

"You are going to be fighting off boys right and left," Liz said.

"You think so," Olga said.

"Understatement," Cho added.

"But why would your mother send you clothes that you could never hope to fill," Penelope asked.

"And there goes part of reality," Cho thought with a smile as Olga picked out a few more items for the road.

"Who knows," Liz said, shooting Cho a small smile.

"Hey string bean," Olga said.

"Yes," Liz said.

"You mind if I take a few more," Olga said.

"Hey Olga, you got anything that might fit Liz," Cho said.

"Probably," Olga said.

"Excellent so make it a clothing swap," Penelope said, clapping her hands.

"Great, just give me a few minutes, you've got a lot of good stuff." Olga said. "I just have to sort out the classy stuff." she muttered.

"Hey Liz, do you mind if we take a few things too," Penelope said.

"Yes, take anything you'd like," Liz said. "Not like it will fit me anyway," she thought. It didn't take long for the girls to pick through Liz's stuff, and each pack bag that contained the better chunk of Liz's clothes she could never hope to wear again.

Break

"I never realized how far away Slytherin was from everything," Liz thought breathing heavily as they finally stopped in front of the Hufflepuff dorms. The walk driving home how weak she had become after her physical gifts went to others more deserving of them.

"Welcome to Hufflepuff," Olga said as they entered.

"Really Olga, letting a Slytherin in, I know it's that string bean girl, but really," Hannah called out.

"I don't want to hear that kind of talk from someone who is smaller than me," Olga said.

"I think everyone is smaller than you Olga," Penelope said.

Olga, turned to face her friend placing her hands on her shapely hips. "Exactly," Olga exclaimed before turning back to Hannah. "Hannah, I need to remind you that a woman's magical energy is stored in her chest," she said walking over to where Hannah was sitting. "And well you're gifted," she said leaning over giving Hannah a face full of her chest. "But I don't think your power stacks up to mine," she said with a smile.

"Gah get your monster boobs out of my face," Hannah yelled.

"What I wouldn't give for a face full of those monster boobs," all the boys within viewing distance thought as the girls left.

"Stupid boob monster, what does she know," Hannah grumbled.

Break

"Um Cho we have a problem," Liz whispered as Olga went through her trunk.

"What's that," Cho said.

"Cho I am 6ft tall, nothing Olga has is going to be long enough," Liz said.

"Right," Cho said, still having to lift her chin to look at Liz.

"She looks really happy right now, and this is kind of nice," Liz said.

"It is," Cho said, shooting her a questioning look.

"I never got to do anything like this before. It's almost like having friends, and I don't want to ruin it when the clothing doesn't fit," Liz said fidgeting nervously.

"Think smaller," Cho shrugged. "Hey Olga how tall are you," Cho asked.

"5'3," Olga said.

"Olga, I'm 5'3 and you're taller than me," Cho said.

"Doesn't look like it," Olga said.

"Merlin you can be so clueless sometimes," Penelope said.

"Hey I am not some brainless twit," Olga said.

"No, you just lack some common sense sometimes," Penelope said.

"We could just measure everyone," Liz said.

"Great idea," Cho said, pushing Liz's forward. "Tallest first.

"Hey," Liz said, stumbling over to Penelope who quickly pulled out her tape measure again.

"So how tall are you," Olga asked.

"Taller than you," Liz replied.

"No offense but you are a bit of a string bean," Olga said.

"But I don't want to be, or at least not right now I want to be," she thought as they slipped out of their shoes. Liz was still taller but the gap had lessened between them. The nearly 8-inch gap slowly closed until the pair could look each other in the eye for a brief moment until Olga was the taller. The extra height did a wonder on Olga lengthening her legs and torso giving her compact curves more room to breathe enhancing her womanly charms. Even her shoulders looked a little broader to better handle her massive chest. On the other hand, the loss of 5 inches left Liz looking the same just shorter.

"Olga 5'9" Penelope said.

"Me next," Cho said, lining up.

"What about Liz," Penelope said.

I can wait," Liz said as Penelope got to work measuring Cho.

"Feels kind of tingly," Cho thought as she felt her body stretch out a little winking at Liz as they passed one another. Cho's legs grew longer as her skirt became almost scandalously short with her new legs. While her shirt just touched the hem of her skirt showing a bit of her midsection if she bent the right way.

"5'5," Penelope said.

"Thanks for the 2 inches," Cho whispered in Liz's ear. "Ok Penelope your turn," Cho said.

"But I can…" she protested.

"Save the shortest for last," Olga said patting Liz on the head.

"But…..." Penelope protested as she was almost the same height as Liz. "Fine," she relented as Cho was not taking no for an answer already moving to measure her.

"5'5…. No hold on had it tangled…." Cho said pausing as Penelope grew taller. "There we go 5'6" she said after Penelope stopped growing. "And Liz," she said turning to her much smaller friend who was wearing her shirt like a dress, as the skirt had already fallen to the floor "5ft even."

"And I have just the thing for you," Olga said. "I swear what was Vainsley thinking enlarging your clothes like that."

"Thanks," Liz said softly blushing with embarrassment as a new memory appeared in her brain. "I am going to have to be more careful now…"

"You're welcome," Olga said, laying out an outfit. "Now try this on," she said pointing to the simple undergarments, dark tights, plaid skirt, white shirt, sweater, and jacket, with a tie."

"Ok…." Liz said, stepping out of her clothes.

"Wow she really did give everything up," Cho thought, trying to reconcile the old physically imposing Liz, with this new meeker weak looking Liz as she changed. The curves, muscle, and height were all gone, replaced by a skinny knobby knee, little slip of a girl with long frizzy blond hair who looked even smaller as she put on Olga's old uniform. All that remained of the old Liz was her youthful face, blue eyes, long blond hair that with the loss of height was almost to the floor.

"Here let me do your hair," Penelope said, patting the edge of the bed.

"What's wrong with my hair," Liz said.

"It's just so long," Penelope said. "And frizzy, you look like you stuck your finger in an electrical socket."

"Don't you dare cut it," Liz snapped cradling her hair in her hands.

"I was going to braid it," Penelope said.

"Oh, ok,' Liz said, perking up. "Can you braid it like Johanna does," Liz asked hopefully as she tilted her head up to look at Penelope. "Why did I say that… I mean it does look cool… and Johanna is like super mega awesome…. I can control the wind, but she rearranged the grounds with a single spell…. GAH! What the hell brain!"

"I can try," Penelope said. "But I have to ask what is the deal with Slytherin girls and long hair."

"It's the proof of a magical girl's power," Liz said.

"I don't think that's how it works," Penelope said.

"Johanna hair nearly to the floor, Victoria hair to her waist, Millie hair to her lower back, I don't know how long Cho's is because she always has it in a bun, but it has to be long, and you're all really strong" Liz rattled off.

"Girls got a point," Olga said.

"That is a small sample size, and your hair isn't that long," Penelope said.

"That's because a magical girl's power is determined by the length of her hair, or the size of her chest," Olga said, bouncing her chest.

"Penelope shot Olga a stern look. "Must you really fill her mind with such nonsense," Penelope said.

"Hey it's not my fault, blame Johanna," Olga said.

"You have no idea how right you are," Cho thought, fighting back a snicker.

"And you are not helping," Penelope snapped at Cho.

"Guilty as charged," Cho said. "I mean how can you argue with a girl who can make a crystal ice palace out of seawater, and her mother wants to destroy the old colonial system."

"You mean that rumor is true, Lady Grunberg really wants to end the colonial system," Penelope said.

"Yes," Cho said.

"This has gone far beyond just wanting the bullying to stop at this point, she really might just change the world," Liz thought.

"And done," Penelope said, pushing Liz towards a mirror.

Liz gasped at the short skinny blond haired, blue eyed girl looking back at her. "Is that me."

"Yes," the others said.

"I look so young," Liz pondered, the maturity of her thoughts at odds with the immaturity of her body. A slender no skinny frame that looked smaller in the dark colored uniform. Her most striking features her blond hair and blue eyes.

"Hey Olga isn't that your uniform from 3rd year," Penelope said softly.

"Her third year uniform," Liz thought, looking at herself with a mix of surprise and shock.

"Yes, but it fits," Olga said as she began making a bag of clothes for Liz.

"True, and it does look good on her," Cho said ruffling Liz's hair.

"I know you almost look like you could go back to third year," Penelope said.

"I'm not a little munchkin," Liz grumbled causing others to laugh.

Somewhere during October

A girl lay strapped to her table in plain white utilitarian underwear. Her frail limbs waging a futile struggle against her bonds. "She is still defiant. I take it," Baron Harkonen said.

"Yes, despite almost total loss of her episodic memory her psyche remains strong," a scientist said as they observed the girl.

"I don't know who I am or who you are, but when I get out of here," the girl yelled.

"What does she remember," Baron Harkonen said.

The scientist simply pressed a button, before speaking into a microphone. "Cease this senseless struggling. The world considers you dead, and no one is coming for you."

"Screw you," the girl yelled. "I may not remember them, but I know in my heart that I have friends and they will find me," she roared faint images of girls with hair as silver as the moon, blue as the sky, and golden like the sun appearing in the fog that clouded her mind.

"Excellent," the baron said.

"You're not worried about her memories returning," the scientist said.

"No, if anything this makes things easier," the baron said.

"It does sir," the scientist said.

"Her defiance shows her strength, and we can use the goal of her memories returning to spur her development," he replied.

"And what if they do return," the scientist asked.

"Then we simply make sure only the memories we want are returned to her," the baron said. "Now have you finalized the delivery mechanism for the mana organelles,"

"Yes, we are using a modified tuberculum vampiridea as a vector for inserting the organelles," the man said.

"I do not want a vampire," the baron growled.

"That aspect has been removed from the vector," the scientist said quickly.

"Then why are we using it," the baron asked.

"While we can grow and isolate the magical organelles in especially prepared cells, they are not taken in by normal human cells. The tuberculum vampiridea bacterium infects human cells fundamentally changing their physiology. We were able to insert the mana organelles into the vector. We suspect that if we were to inject the vector into the subject and expose her to concentrated moonlight the subject's cells will uptake the vector. After which she will be exposed to a serum of garlic, silver, and holy water brewed in a sun cauldron. This should kill the vector while leaving the organelles in place."

The baron smiled. "Excellent work doctor. "You may commence with the test."

"Proceed with the test,' the scientist announced to the worker standing around Lavender.

"No, keep that away from me, what are you doing," the girl yelled, redoubling her efforts to break free as a pair of nurses held her arms down putting a needle in each arm connecting it to an IV bag containing a blood red liquid. She lost track of time watching the blood red liquid drip from the IV before flowing into her arms, until the bags ran dry, the technicians squeezing every last drop into her.

"Begin moonlight exposure," the scientist said.

"Beginning moonlight exposure," a technician said, flipping a lever as a mechanical sound echoed through the building, a bright beam of moonlight appearing through an opening bouncing across several mirrors before striking Lavender.

"What are you," she said, shutting her eyes to no avail, the world seemed bright even with her eyes closed while her world exploded in pain. Every cell in her body felt like it was on fire as she convulsed. Her back arched as she screamed, the flesh of her frail body rippling. Muscle and bones creaking as they swelled unnaturally, as if they were absorbing the moonlight to fuel their growth. The girl's small body now equals that of the largest of men. The color drained from her brown hair until it was an unnatural white color, eyes turning red behind her eyelids.

"Subject's height has grown by 15% and her weight by 40%" a tech said while taking readings.

"What of her magical power," the baron asked through the microphone.

"25% and rising my lord," the man replied.

"Impressive Doctor, you have outdone yourself," The baron said as they cut off the moonlight.

"Thank you, sir," the scientist said. "Now administer the second phase of the treatment." Unlike the muggle cliche, none of the staff approached the girl as her bonds began to bend slightly from her new found strength. Instead, they used a dart gun to shoot the girl with multiple self-injecting darts to administer the next phase of the treatment. With a cry of rage the girl collapsed on the table as she began to smoke. Her smoking body shrinking as her sudden growth vanished into the air.

"Perhaps my praise was premature," the baron said as the girl shrank back down.

Grabbing the microphone, the scientist quickly called out. "What is the status of the subject."

"Unconscious," a technician said.

"And her vitals," the scientist asked quickly as the baron loomed behind him.

"She remains an inch taller and 15 pounds heavier than before," the man said as the smoke cleared the girl slenderer than emaciated with small toned muscles dotting her form, while her hair remained unnaturally white.

"Her magical core is now 30% larger," another tech said.

"Were the magical organelles successfully implanted," the scientist asked.

"All signs point to yes," a third tech added.

"If the organelles were implanted successfully why did she revert back," the baron asked.

"My lord you are aware that a metaphoragus expands more magic to maintain forms that have more or less mass than their original body," the scientist said, not daring to look the imposing Russian in the eye.

"I am," he said, his voice close to being a growl.

"Perhaps, a similar effect is in place here," the man said.

"I did not pay you to create a metamorph, I paid you to find a way to enhance my men," he said.

"Yes, but perhaps what we say was what the girl is truly capable of given the right conditions," the scientist said. "With the right food and training she should be able to match or even surpass what we saw."

The baron slowly stroked his beard. "I had hoped for something a bit more immediate, but you do have a point only true power comes through training. Doctor I will be taking the girl into my care, while you work on refining the procedure."

"Yes, thank you," the man said.