Holly's walk shifted and changed as she walked towards the groups fucking, her hips began swaying from side to side while her breasts bounced on her chest, her walk transforming into a flirty sauntering strut, aimed at seducing the opposite sex. As she looked around, hearing the sounds of grunts, groans, screams of pleasurable screams.

She watched a group of lesbians humping one another, and her eyes widened as she looked at them and she wondered what it would be like to experience lesbian sex.

Homosexuality was as taboo in the Dursley household as magic, and Holly's ears had rung like bells being rung on Christmas each and every time a case of homosexuality came up. Vernon had made it clear in graphic terms what he'd like to do with them, but she doubted he'd have a chance.

Holly walked over to a group of teenagers - at the moment she couldn't tell how old they were, but she didn't give a damn. Seeing a girl lying nearby after she'd come out of her climax, Holly knelt down next to her. The girl was dark-skinned, her long curly black hair was soaked with sweat, and she was waking up.

"Come play with me?" Holly whispered, kneeling down and started suckling the girls' teats like a newborn suckling. The girl moaned in pleasure before Holly, remembering the lesbians, stopped and lowered herself to the girl's pussy. She used her tongue to probe the girl's pussy, making her thrash she pleasure. As for Holly, the taste of the juices was one of the most amazing things she had ever tasted on her tongue before the girl pushed her away and rearranged herself so then she was sucking on Holly's pussy and Holly was sucking on her own clams.

Holly moaned as she felt the girl's teeth and tongue shooting into her pussy, gnawing gently on her cunt, sucking long and hard on each other before they exploded in their climaxes. Holly fell back panting.

"That was incredible!"

"It was," the girl panted in agreement. "Nobody's ever done that to me before."

"That was your first time as a lesbian?" Holly asked with a smile.

"Yes," the girl admitted. "I'm Danni."

"Holly," Holly smiled, as a shadow fell over them and she turned instinctively and saw three of the boys standing over them. All of them were erect now.

"I don't think we've been introduced," a young man as dark-skinned as Danni grinned before he got down over Holly, who despite the satisfaction she had just received, felt a now familiar tightening in her midsection, and she lay on her back and spread her legs with a smile. Holly closed her eyes and moaned in delight as he started thrusting in and out of her. The guy grinned, and he lowered his head and suckled her nipple, making Holly gasp and moan, m and he cupped, fondled, squeezed and suckled her breasts, and he thought for a moment her breasts were growing larger for a moment before he shook his head, thinking it was a trick of his imagination. They soon found a rhythm they both enjoyed and they didn't want this to end by any means. They kissed as they fucked each other, and all that time he still fucked the girl, making her moan her pleasures before they came together.

Holly fell panting, her body coated in sweat and her breasts heaving.

"You're a good little whore," the guy said,

Holly smiled at the compliment before it registered in her mind. Was she a whore? A slut? At this point she didn't care, she saw herself as a girl just having the time of her life. She turned her head and she saw the others on the ground either masturbating or having sex themselves, and she stood up and walked over to them to see if she could join in.

X

The journey home was tiring for Holly. She had just caught the early morning Tube, and she was relieved that she practically had the carriage to herself. She felt like a mess of her former self. The long night at the club had exhausted her but at the same time, Holly felt extremely re-energised by the long night of hard sex. She had completed the ritual, and she felt stronger like her entire body was burning with energy, but at the same time Holly felt different, but she wasn't clear how, and she was too tired to care. All she wanted to do was get back home, get washed and sleep. She had ignored the looks she had received from the Underground staff. She didn't care what they thought of her, and truthfully she had the feeling that some of them were exasperated by her appearance, thinking of her as a typical irresponsible party-loving girl who'd stayed out too late. She didn't care.

Holly blew out a breath as she got on the train, she chose a carriage which was empty, and she sighed in relief as the train began to move. She was so worn out despite the amazing night she'd had, and she made up her mind to spend as much time as she could at the club, but at the same time, she would need to prepare herself for nights such as this.

She had spent several hours at the club, having sex with different people, not just Danni and her friends and she'd also experimented with different moves, and she had felt the sex magic ritual become stronger each time she orgasmed. But while she was sexually charged, Holly was tired and all she wanted was to get to bed.

Holly stood in the shower, leaning her head tiredly against the wall of the cubicle. She was tired, but her mind was on the things people called her.

Slut.

Bitch.

Cunt.

Whore.

Was she any of those things? Holly had been called many things in her time during her life, most of them were terrible, and unimaginative looking back on it all, but slut and whore?

Holly thought back on all of the things she had done at the club, and as she closed her eyes, remembering the pleasure she had experienced, she suddenly wished she was back in the club with a big thick cock sawing in and out of her cunt, making her scream in pleasure…. Holly realised she was panting and moaning as she had her fingers sawing in and out of her pussy, while she rubbed and massaged her breasts. After screaming out her orgasm, Holly almost fell over, her legs were that weak.

That was incredible, Holly thought to herself, I am a slut. Those guys were right.

After washing herself again, Holly towelled herself dry and got into bed. The moment she hit the pillow, she fell asleep. She was asleep for the next 7 hours, but as she slept, her body began to change.

It was a side effect of the ritual, and it was a factor that had made Holly decide to go through with the whole thing in the first place. As she slept, the damage caused by the Dursleys, augmented and fuelled by the power of the sex magic ritual and the number of times she had been recharged, was healed. Her skin lost so many of its scars, and it became thicker and more tanned like she had been in the sun for a couple of weeks, while her hair became longer and fuller.

As noted by the people she'd been having sex in the club with, Holly's breasts were actually getting bigger. Holly was one of the early bloomers at Hogwarts, but unlike Susan Bones or Daphne Greengrass, her breast size was B cup, but now she had jumped a couple of sizes until she had D cups that would likely and all honestly become much larger when she got older. And it wasn't just her breasts which grew larger; her figure became curvier and her legs became longer, giving her an added growth spurt which made her legs incredibly sexy, and her bum started getting bigger until she was left with a medium-sized bubble butt, which was well defined by her curvy form which left her with a definable hourglass figure, which would almost certainly become more defined as she grew older.

But the physical changes were not like the mental changes.

Holly had always been a quiet girl, emotionally and mentally stunted by her long years of being a victim, or being abused; either by the Dursleys, the teachers and students at Hogwarts, or the rest of the magical world. But thanks to the rituals and the way her body had changed, the young woman Holly would likely have become had Dumbledore put any kind of effort, real effort, to end the Death Eater threat for good instead of relying on his shortsighted plans, which were actually more self-serving than actually helpful in the long term, was emerging from the shell Dumbledore and the Dursleys had created for their own purposes.

Instead of being timid, the new Holly was being rewritten into someone who was bolder, more bolshy and unafraid or unbothered about things that the old Holly would have been. But because she had gone through the ritual, not only were those traits in her personality unleashed instead of being buried as they had been because of her fucked up upbringing, Holly was almost more flirtatious and less ashamed of things like her body, of sex, although she had her same maturity. Oh, they were the same person, and it was possible these inherent traits in Holly's personality which were from both Lily and James in some manner, would have come out when Holly left Hogwarts and the influences of both Dumbledore and the Dursleys, who wanted her to be a specific person.

The Dursleys wanted her downtrodden and miserable. Dumbledore wanted her to be a hero.

But while the new Holly was different, she shared the same traits as before. She had always been contemptuous of Dumbledore, and his arrogant dismissal of everything she had said about the Dursleys, Snape's bullying, and how the old bastard felt he had the right to meddle in her life and in her affairs. This was a Holly Potter who was not going to let Dumbledore get away with his crimes.

X

Holly opened her eyes. Instead of rubbing her eyes, and stumbling out of bed like she normally did, she rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up, exposing her bum like a primitive courting ritual before she got out of bed. The manner in which she got out of bed wasn't apparent, not yet.

She was more interested in how differently she was walking, once she got over a slight difference in her height.

"Wow, I seem to be vibrating with energy, and….am I taller?" Holly whispered to herself before she noticed her larger hips and the amazing sway which made her breasts swinging from side to side like a large pendulum. "Oh my god, my bum and my breasts! They're bigger! Are they bigger? How-? Of course, the ritual. I remember reading that the more magic generated, the more the body will change. But I never thought it would do this. I went through the ritual because of the benefits though, but what has it done to me?"

Slowly and hesitantly Holly walked into the bathroom, and she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Oh my god," she whispered again.

The image in the mirror, while she could see her face, it was not her. It was not her body. She had always been short, skinny, too skinny to be attractive in any way to be attractive, according to the stupid and narrow-minded views on what made a girl attractive. She had worked out long ago people liked the banal, the mundane and to so many people, it wasn't what was on the inside that counted, but what was on the outside. Either people had never heard the expression, beauty is only skin deep, or they were stupid.

While Holly had known she was pretty, something which earned her another point of loathing from Petunia who was automatically jealous and spiteful towards anyone more beautiful than herself, although that wasn't really difficult to accomplish although the more beautiful a girl was, the more spiteful her bitter bitch of an aunt became, she wasn't supermodel beautiful like so many assumed the Girl Who Lived would be. Malfoy was one of those people who delighted in taking the piss because of her appearance, and his insults were like the Dursleys.

"Who could ever be attracted to you, you're a freaky rake!"

"You are too short."

"Your eyes are weird."

But as she looked at her new body, Holly spitefully wondered to herself how they would view her now.

X

Holly stepped into the shower cubicle for a wash. she wasn't sure what it was, but she had an instinctive urge to take better care of her body now it had changed. As the water hit her breasts, the nipples stiffened under the spray, and Holly involuntarily moaned in pleasure before she soaped her enlarged boobs.

Without thinking, one of her hands went down to her pussy (pussy? She couldn't believe that she was using one of the slang words for her crotch), and she started to rub it slowly but with increasing vigour, moaning and panting before she came with a scream of pleasure that almost saw her topple over and slip, but she caught herself just in time. Holly panted hard, wondering what the hell that was.

Once she was out of the shower, Holly realised she would need to get new clothes, to say nothing of new bras. At the same time, she also bought revealing clothes, from tops and skirts.

Whenever she walked out of her home from that point forward, Holly discovered she had a new sexy walk, and more than once she had caught sight of boys ogling her, and drooling over her appearance. When she had first seen this, Holly had been uncertain but then she had giggled.

X

Holly leaned back in her chair. "Sirius Black is my Godfather?"

It had been only a short time since the ritual, and while Holly was enjoying shopping for new clothes, she had also been unconcerned about the escaped convict until she had received urgent letters from Dumbledore and the Ministry, who wanted to 'protect her' but she had headed to Gringotts to discover what the problem was. She had needed to use runes to disguise herself, knowing from experience when the Ministry did something, it was a blunder.

"Correct," the manager of the Potter account replied. The goblin had been relieved when Holly had approached him through Professor Flitwick after she had looked for an alternative place to live. The goblins were not pleased with Dumbledore for his meddling in the Potter heiress's wellbeing and her place of residence which was the last place Lily and James Potter had wanted her to be. Holly had been looking for a means of becoming independent from Dumbledore's influence for a long time, so she had seen the goblins as the perfect helpers. "According to the idiots of the Ministry, Sirius Black is also a Death Eater, the one who betrayed your parents."

"You mean he isn't?"

"He couldn't have. The wizards have forgotten the godfather oaths. They are unbreakable. If he tried then he would have been killed," the goblin replied.

"And so the Ministry threw him into Azkaban prison," Holly shook her head with a frustrated growl. She'd seen enough of the Ministry to know they were incompetent; ever since she had found out about the magical world and how they'd just left her in the muggle world, she'd seen Dumbledore as a threat, but the Ministry's incompetency in her second year had shown her she shouldn't trust them. "So he's innocent."

"Your father and mother were protected under the Fidellius Charm - its a complicated spell which can hide and mask your presence so completely that its impossible for anyone to find them - and they changed over from Sirius Black to Peter Pettigrew."

"Hold on, if you've known about this, why didn't you decide to tell the Ministry?"

The goblin sighed. "The Ministry have never been crewed by intelligent people, Miss Potter. They simply didn't bother to listen."

Holly nodded, although privately she wondered if she could trust the goblins. She trusted her Head of House, but he was different from the other goblins who were sly, and they didn't care one little bit about others. Just cash. Sure, it was possible he could be telling her the truth, but it didn't matter.

What did matter were two really important questions she'd had on her mind when she had begun receiving urgent letters from Dumbledore and the Ministry who warned her about the danger without really telling her.

How had Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban?

What was he going to do?

But in the meantime, she got to the point of what she was doing here.

X

A lot of things changed for Holly within the next few weeks, and not just after the visit to Gringotts. Not only had she undergone a growth spurt and she began taking greater pride in her appearance. Holly had begun donning makeup more freely. And although she still kept the pauper-esque clothes forced on her by the Dursleys and Dumbledore's neglect, Holly was more than happy to wear her new clothes, but she discovered something important about what she had done to fire up the ritual.

While it used sex magic to activate, it didn't suddenly leave the user with a stronger libido, that was one of the reasons why Holly had been very picky about choosing it and going through with the ritual; all she had wanted was a boost of magical power to help her become stronger and allow her to perform more powerful spells for her level, but after she had lost her virginity and had a long night of sex with guys and even girls, she hadn't expected a side effect.

But there was one.

Holly was now a slut.

At first, she had been horrified by the fact people she fucked called her that, even shaken by the things she was willing to do; she was going out virtually every single night and taking guys back to her townhouse to fuck, sometimes three or four. But the only godsend was while she enjoyed sex now, and she was a nymphomaniac, Holly wasn't a rampant nymphomaniac who would tear off her clothes and masturbate until she was cumming all over the ground, it was just a desire to have sex every now and then so it was controllable for her, with anyone she wanted.

That was a relief.

When she returned to Hogwarts in time for her Third Year, Holly's hopes for a quiet term were ruined when the Ministry's arrogance led them to place Dementors - soul-sucking wraiths - around the school after a prisoner locked up in Azkaban had escaped, and they placed the Dementors around Hogwarts. It wasn't until Holly got into the school that she met Professor Flitwick; her Head of House who was, in her mind, the best teacher in the school, had had his ear beaten by Dumbledore, who wanted an explanation about why she had not returned to her relatives and to tell her that she was going to have to return to them for the next summer, something Holly had no intention of allowing.

She also had a plan for this new term. She would begin looking for places in the castle where she could live in case the students turned on her once more. While Holly had Flitwick's protection and backing, that didn't mean someone else couldn't get close to her to hurt her.

At the same time, Holly's 'spurt' took many by surprise

Aside from that, Holly was told by Flitwick that the Dementors were around the school because Sirius Black was after her. Dumbledore had wanted to keep the reasons secret. Luckily for Holly, Flitwick did not agree entirely with the logic since ignorance wasn't usually bliss. Once he told her that, Holly knew full well that she wasn't going to get a normal year; she'd already had a horrifying encounter with the Dementors and the first thing she wanted to do was to learn how to defend herself against them.

While she was with Flitwick, Holly was annoyed when she learnt Dumbledore had tried tampering with her electives. That man's never-ending need to interfere with her private affairs was becoming tedious and annoying for her, and so Holly became frustrated. The good thing was Dumbledore had made the mistake of 'advising' her to take Divination, but thanks to Flitwick she was able to stop it. Her Head didn't understand why Dumbledore was so dedicated to meddling in her life, and neither did Holly. She had spent a lot of time trying to work out why the old wizard refused to leave her be, but she didn't have any clues.

It was one thing for him to take these steps to protect her, but to actively tell her what to do with her life. While she could understand the Hogsmeade permission form, Holly wasn't bothered since she would use the opportunity to study up. And occasionally she would find someone to have sex with. In fact, during the year, she had sex with Terry, Anthony, Roger, and several others.

That was one of the joys she had that year. With Penny and some of the other prefects watching her every single move and the way Dumbledore and McGonagall were playing kid games with her, thinking that she was a three-year-old instead of being a thirteen-year-old girl and believing she was too stupid to know the stakes, sex and her studies were the only true joys Holly actually had in Year 3.

They didn't realise she had found out about Sirius Black from Flitwick, who had known better than to insult her intelligence and she was grateful to him for that, and he had told her who Black was.

It said a lot to Holly that her Head of House was the only one who was prepared to treat her as an adult rather than the teachers, particularly Professor Lupin. She would discover later he was a friend of her parents, but he wasn't interested in forming a relationship with her.

And then there was Quidditch.

Holly wasn't a player, but she knew how to give some of the boy's motivation to win.

X

"Oooh, oh, oh, yes!" Holly moaned as the Ravenclaw beaters both fucked her in her cunt and up her ass.

"Merlin, Holly," one of the boys grunted. "You're so tight."

"Mm, I know," Holly smiled vapidly, her eyes wide in pleasure. It hadn't taken her long to build up a reputation for herself as a slutty girl. In actual fact, she preferred it to be the Girl Who Lived.

The two boys came inside of Holly, and she was left panting, but her vapid smile was still on her face. This wasn't the first time she had fucked these two boys.

"So, have I given you both motivation to win the upcoming match?" She asked, smirking at them both.

The two were panting hard from the massive marathon fucking session the younger girl had given them both. "Definitely," one whispered.

"What about me, Holly?" Holly turned to Roger Davies and smirked when she saw his naked body, his cock at the ready. Getting up she walked over to him, ignoring the drying cum on her sweaty body, her tits swinging from side to side. Holly knelt down in front of him, and he chuckled.

"Open up and suck it, you slut," Roger said.

Holly opened her mouth and took Roger's dick in her hand before she guided it into her mouth she used her tongue to sweep across the foreskin before she skilfully downed it and she felt it tickling the back of her throat, bobbing her head up and down. Roger threw his head back, and he started thrusting in and out of Holly's mouth, making the girl gag even as she sucked hard on Roger's cock.

After Roger came down her throat, Holly needed a moment to clear her throat so she could look up at him. "Have I motivated you into winning?" She asked sweetly.

Roger grinned and he ran his hands through Holly's hair, and then he started stroking his cock again, rubbing it feverishly before he spurted cum all over Holly's face. The girl laughed and opened her mouth wide as hot white cum shot into her face, and into her mouth.

X

Holly smiled at the guy whom she'd just given a blowjob. "Thanks," she replied with a giggle. Ever since she had come into the castle for her third year, her reputation as a slut had grown and many boys and even a few girls had lined up to fuck the Girl Who Lived, and after this guy had fucked her, she'd sucked him off. He tasted so yummy.

Once they had Holly waved her wand over her face and body, and she cleaned herself off she picked up her bag and she checked herself, seeing the cum had been cleaned off before she went to Defence. Fortunately, the lesson hadn't started yet, giving her the time she needed to take her seat. She didn't notice Professor Lupin turning to her in surprise.

"Miss Potter," Holly looked up into Lupin's face.

"Yes, Professor?"

"See me after the class, please."

Holly frowned and she was about to ask what the problem was, but the professor had turned away. While she was puzzled by Lupin's curious request given how she hadn't really spoken to him even when the man had tried to stop her from taking part in the first Defence lesson with the Boggart, Holly decided to find out what the man wanted.