Prologue:

Harry Potter was getting a rather curious (to him) look from Hedwig all day.

'I wonder what's going on with her? Oh well better sleep on it!' Harry thought as he stripped down to his boxers. As he got into bed he didn't catch the appreciative look Hedwig sent his way as she watched from her perch. She fluffed up her feathers and gave a little owl giggle for thinking of her master like that.

As the wizard slept, somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dakota, there lived a young Angel called Jemma (well that is the human translation for her "real" name she had forgotten since she last bonded with Merlin. It was he who translated it, which had never been done before, and since she like the name, she decided to keep it.), who looked out and the horizon. It was still day light here, and as she looked she felt a pull on her Angel magic. She had not felt it since her beloved Merlin was alive, before he perished in a battle against good and evil. The good news about that was he took the "Dark Lord" Terrance Hood with him. Ever since she was alone. Every now and then a white owl and a Phoenix would come and visit but for the last thirty years they hadn't come. Jemma slipped into her mind and core to follow the pull with out leaving her area.

Fawkes watched as the man called "Dumbledore" slept. As he did, the Phoenix slipped into the humans mind. What he saw left him wanting to torch the human where he lay. The human on the outside was smiling where in his dream he and Ronald Weasley were torchering the young Harry Potter, Ronalds' "best friend". Fawkes had to leave, and so he did. But not before leaving his mark. A slow painful burning fire on Dumbledores' left leg and foot. This was no ordinary flame; the Phoenix made it so the human would not wakeup till morning, and it wouldn't burn anything except his leg. As the human slept Fawkes flamed out and into the bedroom of his real master.

Jemma followed the connection to the eyes of the snowy white owl, named by its' master "Hedwig". Once again not the true name of the animal. But one the human called her. As she watched there was a ball of flame as "Fawkes" the Phoenix flamed in and sung a song to his master.

"Well the time must be right for another human wizard to fill the rank of the greatest wizard of the age!" she said to her self after coming back to reality and as she stood, her wings spreading from around her naked body, and as she thought of her "new master" her body changed. From the black hair, 18 DD breasts, bushy Vargina, brown eyes and white skin that Merlin "preferred" in a woman, to the brown hair, brown eyes, 14 DD breasts and perfectly bold Vargina, and slightly tanned body, Harry Potter unknowingly "preferred" in a woman. She looked at her "new" body and smiled. This was how she would have looked if she wasn't "forced" to look like her "masters'" deepest desires. It would seem that Harry Potter "preferred" his females to look like they naturally would. And with that she spun and "flared" out in a glow of white light and "flared" back in with a slightly brighter light.

Through all this the wizard slept. His dreams changed slowly at first from bad dreams to suddenly clear very "good" dreams of a "mysterious" woman and he sighed. With a wave of her hand and Harry rose, the sheets and blanket were destroyed and the bed changed to "accompany" two people. With an appreciative glance at his boxer clad crotch Jemma changed the sheets to maroon satin, and he was lowered down. Hedwig hooted happily at Jemma, and Fawkes sang a happy song to help his master sleep. Jemma looked around the room

'This is not a proper room' she thought and went to the cupboard. Upon opening it she looked on in shock as the only clothes that fit were his Hogwarts uniforms. The other "clothes" were at least three sizes too big. With a clap of her hands the clothes all sized to fit her master perfectly. Glancing around again, she clapped and waved her hands and the walls, ceiling and floor were clean.

'That will do for now.' Jemma thought, "tucked" in her wings and slipped into the bed, where on reflex or something, Harry snuggled into her and pulled her tight and sight happily. Harry has no idea what is waiting for him when he wakes up on his second day of his summer "vacation".