Chapter 5 A New Fairy
-November 9th-
"You've never seen a game of Quidditch?" Hermione asked. They are sitting amongst their fellow Ravenclaws. In the first game of the year. The match is between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
"No," Rose replied, "It is not popular on the island."
"You mean where Alfea is located?" Hermione asked.
"Correct," Rose replied, "Riding brooms would appear silly when we can fly naturally." With that Rose gently flapped her fairy wings as an indication.
"I see your point," Hermione said.
The two teams appeared on the field and Madam Hooch told the captains that she wanted a clean game before she released the quaffle to start the game.
Cormac McLaggen, a second year student, had replaced Charlie Weasley as seeker since he graduated at the end of the last year.
Katie Bell had managed to score the first goal of the game, earning Gryffindor 10 points. Flint, the Slytherin captain didn't seem to happy about it but the game continued uneventful for the next 45 minutes, where the score is 170 to 80 in Gryffindors favor.
Cormac was making a seen by chastising the Weasley twins about not doing their job right and managed to steal one of their wooden clubs and hit a bludger that was passing by but instead of going to a Slytherin team member, it hit Angela, who had the quaffle at the time, in the back causing her to fall off her broom and fell 20 feet to the ground.
Madam Hooch put the game on pause while checking on Angela before deciding to give Slytherin a free shot. As the players waited for the Slytherin team to try make their shot. Nobody was paying attention to the bludgers as one started careening towards the Gryffindor section of the stands. Rose noticed the black ball at the last possible second as it headed straight for her and she instinctively put up a magical barrier but the ball curved, ricochet off the barrier and hit the student next to her, Hermione, right in the head.
Hermione started bleeding a lot, in a panic Rose started applying healing spells, that she knew, on Hermione before the Professor's got there.
"What happened," McGonagall asked in full Deputy Headmistress mode.
"I don't know," Rose responded with tears in her eyes. "A bludger suddenly came at me and out of reflex I put up a barrier and it bounced off it but it hit Hermione instead."
"You aren't in trouble Rose, but we need to get Hermione to the Hospital Wing immediately," McGonagall said.
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An hour later, Rose was waiting outside the Hospital Wing to hear news about Hermione. She was not allowed in while Pomfrey was doing magor healing.
Pomfrey came out and Rose looked up at her and it was obvious that the girl had been crying.
"She'll be fine," Pomfrey said much to Rose's relief, but Pomfrey continued, "But there is an issue."
Rose began to worry, "Will she be alright."
Pomfrey held up a hand to silence any further questions, "It's better for you to see for yourself."
Rose followed Pomfrey into the Hospital Wing to the bed Hermione was on. Gone was the average looking first year witch and her place was a 16-year-old gorgeous blonde girl, instead of her hair being bushy and to her shoulders, it is now in waves and fell all the way down to the bottom of her waist, with a matching pair of breasts to Rose's, with curves in all the right places, with Hermione being the same height as Rose. The most shocking part was the fairy wings on her back, which appeared a lot like her own but in various shades of blue. She was underneath a blanket and obviously naked.
"How…" Rose started to ask.
"I believe when you tried to heal her at the pitch her magic recognized you and knew that you were trying to save her and when I applied the proper healing to reverse the damage her magic transformed her to become a human-fairy hybrid like you," Pomfrey answered. "Normally this wouldn't had happened but at the beginning of the school year, when I did the standard physicals, I noticed faint traces of fairy magic already in her, several generations old. This means somewhere in her family tree she has a fairy ancestor."
Rose's eyes widened in surprise.
Sometime later Hermione slowly regained consciousness and felt an unfamiliar weight on her chest and a serious headache. She must have fell asleep while reading a book again, she first thought. She groaned and started rubbing her forehead to message the pain away.
"Hermione! You're awake!" She heard Rose cry out.
"Keep it down I have a killer headache," Hermione mumbled. She opened her eyes, as they were now deep sapphire blue, and looked down at her chest expecting to see a book there but instead she saw two globes of flesh poking out from underneath the sheets. "Bloody hell! I have boobs!"
"Language," Rose chided her friend with a friendly sarcastic smirk.
Hermione immediately sat up causing the blanket to fall off her torso revealing that she is naked, blushing she grabbed the covers and covered her new breasts. "Why am I naked? How long was I out? Why am I in the Hospital Wing?"
"In no particular order, you've been out for a little over two hours. A rogue bludger that was after me hit you in the head. As for the third…it's easier to see for yourself," Rose replied as she handed the girl a mirror and Hermione saw the full extent of the changes,
"I have wings! Why do I have wings?" Hermione asked.
"Apparently one of your ancestors was a fairy and when healing spells were applied to you it activated your fairy magic and turned you into a half witch and half fairy like me," Rose answered.
Hermione was apparently paying attention to her wings and touching them.
"Since you can no longer fit in your old clothes, I've lent you some of mine, since we are the same size now," Rose said.
Hermione attention was turned to the nearly pile of clothes by her bed. She blushed when she picked up a bra and she read the bra-size, "38EE?"
Rose meakley smiled and responded, "Be grateful that they won't grow again until our later teenage years, but only for a year, usually."
"They're going to going to get bigger!?" Hermione responded in shock. "They're to big!"
"Fairies are naturally well endowed," Rose replied. "Fairies can't get a breast reduction, if they did, they'll wake up the next day and they will be back, as big as before."
After Hermione got dressed, in Roses spare cloths, which consisted of a t-shirt, which did nothing to hide her new breasts, and a pair of baggy pants.
As they made their way to the Ravenclaw dorms, Hermione received a lot of glances. This made Hermione anxious and self-conscious, this in turn made her start flapping her wings. She yelped in surprise as she realized her feet were no longer on the ground. Her fear of heights caused her to flap her wings harder, which caused her to go up faster.
As she was just inches from the ceiling, Hermione found her wings to bound by a conjured rope and she was slowly lowered back to the ground by Rose.
"Thank You Rose," Hermione said as she was blushing in embarrassment as Rose finished lowering her to the ground.
Rose then snapped her fingers as the rope that was binding Hermione's wings disappeared in a flash of light and she replied, "No problem. I should probably teach you how to control your wings, unless you want to fly off again."
Hermione continued to blush in embarrassment.
The next day both Hermione, Rose, and Professor McGonagall are in Diagon Alley so Hermione could get refitted for a new uniform.
Hermione is currently at Madam Harkins and currently being helped out by a young woman in her early 20's, who is now getting her measurements. McGonagall meanwhile had disappeared somewhere saying that she had to take care of Hogwarts business somewhere.
"Relax Hermione," Rose assured her friend as Hermione nervously flapped her wings as the tape measure wrapped itself around her chest. "They just want to make sure your new uniform isn't to small."
Hermione blushed, "It is not that. I had gotten at least a dozen people asking me out on dates to Hogsmeade, mostly from fifth years and above, and don't tell me the number of secret admirer letters that I were addressed to me."
Rose giggled and Hermione gave a stern look at her friend, while Rose is trying to suppress her giggles she asked, "What?"
"I just realized that I haven't told my parents yet," Hermione replied with nervousness apparent in her voice.
The assistant then disappeared into the back, possibly to get the proper materials to make Hermione's new uniform. That was when McGonagall returned with two adults in their early-to-mid-30's behind her, a man and women.
The women looked liked an older version of the pre transformation of Hermione, standing a little over 5'5". The man looked like rugged Harrison Ford but with reddish-black hair standing a little over 6' tall, with a muscular build.
Hermione blinked at the two adults and nearly shouted out in shock, "Mom! Dad!"
The woman, apparently Hermione's mom, quickly pulled the recently made fairy into a hug with tears pouring out of her eyes, and said, "It is all right my baby girl. Your deputy headmistress told us what happened. Your still my baby!"
Hermione couldn't hold her tears back any longer as she hugged her mother back.
The man looked at Rose and asked, while giving her a glare, "Are you a friend of my daughter?"
Rose quickly straightened from under the man's gaze and responded with a, "Yes Sir."
"Who is responsible for this ball that hurt my daughter," the man asked.
Rose looked guilty as she squirmed and she replied, "I do not know who is responsible for it but it was meant for me Sir."
"Don't be guilty kid," the man responded, "I was in Iraq after the Al-Qaeda attack on the Twin Towers in New York, as a soldier in the British Armed forces, I've seen people get killed right next to me for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.."
"But…" Rose begun to protest.
"You are not at fault kid," the man interrupted, "I can see the guilt in your eyes. My name is Arnold Granger, my wife's name is Emma."
"Of course Mr. Granger," Rose responded quickly.
The man gave her a look and looked at the two girls who were still hugging each other. "Honey I think that's enough hugging. If you don't, our little girl might guilt trip you into buying books instead of a proper wardrobe."
This caused the two to stop crying and started giggling in each other's arms.
Hermione started hiccuping and miniature fireworks exploded over her head every time she did.
"Looks like I need to help a certain someone to control their fairy magic," Rose said with a sly grin.
"Speaking of fairies, how will we explain Hermione's sudden physical changes," Emma asked.
"You three can move to the Isle of Magix. The fairy island I lived on when my wings came in," Rose offered, "Family members of magicals are welcome to live on the island, both magical and non magical peoples isn't a problem."
"I can't leave my practice," Arnold replied, "I still have debts to pay off."
Rose smiled and replied, "Who said you are leaving your practice? Going to and from the island is as easy as snapping your fingers." Rose snapped her fingers and a fancy golden trimmed cane appeared in one hand and she leaned on it like she was in a show, and a matching hat in the other.
"How does that work," Emma asked curiously.
"Ever seen Star Trek?"
Back at school Dumbledore is in an emergency meeting with the three remaining Heads of Houses and Madam Hooch, as Minerva is still supervising the two first years at Diagon.
"It's all Potter's fault," Snape sneered. "It is like I was saying since she got here, she is just like her father. Always basking in the attention."
"Preposterous," Sprout said in disbelief.
"I must concur," Flitwick added, "Hooch and I examined the bludger thoroughly and there wasn't even the smallest trace of fairy magic on that ball."
"Whoever confounded that bludger poured a lot of wizarding magic into it. More than most 6th year students," Hooch explained. "Pomfrey did her routine medical exams on the young Miss Potter less than a week ago and she swears by her mediwitch mastery, that her wizarding magic is currently equal to the average 3rd year."
Snape wanted to prove his point but was unable to as he knew that Pomfrey is the most accurate mediwitch at measuring magical cores in all of Britain, maybe in all of Europe too. So without solid proof, he would get nowhere as he glared at the other two heads.
"Do you have any leads," Dumbledore asked.
"We have no hard proof that leads to our culprit," Sprout answered.
"All the upper years have solid alibis," Hooch replied.
"As I see it, there are two options to our culprit," Flitwick stated, "The troll and the bludger happened to close together to be anything bit. The first is their is someone on the Hogwarts grounds that shouldn't be here."
Flitwick paused for a minute before Sprout asked, "And the second?"
"There culprit is a professor," Flitwick said with a grim look on his face.
Hooch and Sprout looked disgusted at that thought, Snape wore his usual scowl, and unaware by the others, Dumbledore had a twinkle in his eye.
To be continued…