Authors Note: Bajeezes. I didn't want to get this one out until at least Monday, but some things have come up and I'll be busy so I decided to get this one out a little earlier than planned, which is a bonus for those of you reading.

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Sometimes Love Can Be Magical

With Robes Comes News

It was two days before school was to begin and I was just going shopping for the first time in England. Apparently all the shopping was to be done in one place, a place called Diagon Alley. How they were suppose to fit all of the shops containing all the items needed into an alley was beyond me. Unfortunately my mother had decided to tag along with me on the trip. Her excuse: A need to learn and interact with the people and shops of this community. I really doubted that much.

"Honey, it says here that as a new student you will need new robes. Apparently a robe is-"

"The school uniform. There are four types of robes depending on which house you are in, each having their own colors. I know, mom, I read the damn book," I reply, agitatedly.

"Well on here it recommends either 'Twilfitt and Tattings' or 'Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions'." She looks down at the list, as if it will make the decision as to which one to choose to go to.

"Mother, I'll just get robes from both places. Don't worry about it."

She nods. " I know. I was just thinking of something else, that's all."

I look at her quizzically. "What do you mean? What were you thinking about?"

She sighs and lightly shakes her head, dismissing her thoughts from her mind. "Just how I'll be doing this again soon enough."

"Uhh, Mom, hate to disappoint you but this is my last year of school."

"I know Honey, I know," she says, smiling.

"Then-" I cut myself off. "No way Mom! Does Dad know?"

"Yeah, I told him last night."

"What'd he say? What'd he do? So what's going to happen? Do you know what it is yet? When are you due?" A million questions came into my mind and poured out of my mouth.

"Whoa, slow down on the questions," she said, overwhelmed by my attack of verbal curiosity.

"What did Dad say and do when he found out?" I repeat, slower this time.

"Well, he was really happy and speechless at first, but then when it sunk in what I had said, he did 'it' again. He stayed that way all night. It took forever to pry his hand free this morning."

The 'it' she is talking about is my dad's hand attaching itself to her stomach. My mother told me that when I was conceived and she first told him he took it as the greatest news ever. He loved spending the extra time with my mom and his hand was always placed on my mother's stomach, feeling it as I grew inside. His hand was placed there 24/7 and was as if a permanent sticking charm was placed on his hand to her stomach. I found it to be quite humorous when she told me, but know that it must have been quite awful and annoying at times. My mother had referred to this as 'it', for there was no other word to describe it.

I chuckle. "And you probably only have until the end of your pregnancy to wait for him to stop."

She sighs. "Yeah. What fun."

It suddenly occurs to me that I do not know how far along she is. "So, you're how many months?"

"A little over one and a half. I'm due around the beginning of April."

"And you thought nothing of it when you were late?"

"Well I was the same way when I was younger. I'd miss some months and others I wouldn't. Something about being over-active as I had found out. It was fixed though. I thought it had simply come back until I got sick a few times after eating."

"Well you should be home setting up a room design for the baby, not here on your feet shopping with me all day!" I exclaim, taking the small palm-sized brown bag from her, several of the coins clicking inside.

"But-"

I cut her off before she can protest and take the list from her. "No buts Mom! You should start on it early rather than too late."

"But-"

"I told you, no buts! I'm perfectly capable of shopping on my own." Hmm, I need to make an excuse. "I mean, really Mom, what if I meet a guy I want to fuck?" Yeah, I've never been the most subtle person on the planet. Not do I like lying, so what was the point of saying something otherwise? And my mother already knew I'd be scouting out my prey to begin with. "What will he think of me if I can't even go shopping on my own without my mom? No offense to you, you're great, but the people around here are strange and if I happen to be lucky enough to come across the possibility of anything good, I don't want you to blow it."

She sighs. "Fine. We'll go shopping another time together."

I smile. "Exactly. So don't worry about it Mom, I'll be fine."

"Alright. I'll see you at home then."

"Yeah. Much love," I say while hugging her.

She smiles, returning the hug. "Much love." And with that she disappears.

I look to my list and sure enough Robes was listed at the very top, followed by many other things. Ink, Quills, Parchment (which I was assuming meant paper), Sun dial- I stopped reading right there. Sun dial? Sun dial!? What the hell are we living in, the middle ages? I mean honestly! Quills and ink? Have they not heard of pens? I knew the English were a little behind the times and whatnot, but now we're talking ancient here!

Exasperated from reading the list and imagining the living conditions I would be living under for the next nine months or so, I looked up and immediately spotted Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions. I walked over to the shop and stepped inside. I was about to look around for assistance when a squat witch wearing mauve colored robes appeared from behind a rack of funeral robes, or so the sign above had said even though there were several rather inappropriate robes hanging there. I hadn't meant to hear her thoughts, but when she walked over to me with a very shocked expression, I automatically did it and heard my, what a beautiful young girl. "Might I help you in any way?" she asked.

"Yes, I need robes for school."

"House and size or measurements?" she asked, as if I had any clue as to what she was talking about.

"What?"

"Which house of Hogwarts are you in and what's your measurements?" She repeated with irritation clearly showing in her voice. Wow this woman was a bitch.

"Well," I began calmly, trying to not get an attitude with her less she ruin my robes in some particular way," I am to be places in a house later on. I am fully confident, however, that I am a Slytherin. As for my measurements, those vary greatly."

Her eyebrow raises with curiosity. "Varies?"

I nod to her question. "Metamorphogus shapeshifter."

Her eyes widen, giving her the appearance of a short, fat owl. "I see then." She scribbles something down on a notepad and hands it to me, pointing towards the back. "Just go through that door right back there and give that to Mulaunda."

I look to where she was pointing and go to ask her a question when I see that she had disappeared. I sigh and reluctantly go to find this Mulaunda person. Entering into the room, I see many objects flying about. Tape measures, cloth, pin cushions, pins...that couldn't be safe. "Is there a Mulaunda person back here?" I shout. I didn't get any response after a few minutes and had decided to go to a more inward part of the room, ducking the objects as they came at me as if to attack and kill me. "Mulaunda?" Still no response. I began to become frustrated. I glanced around the room and all objects came to a halt. I smirked. The stunning spell worked on that much. At least I can move with ease through the room now.

"What? Who did that?" came a voice, followed by footsteps.

I walk over to where the voice came from. "Are you Mulaunda?" I ask, stepping around a corner of the room.

"Yes, yes I am. Why do you ask?" the woman said. She had hazelnut brown hair and eyes to match it. She had a small frame and thinning cheeks, which gave her the appearance of a mousy-looking person. I hand her the tablet and she reads over it. "Mm-hm...mm-hm..." She looks up at me. "I see then. Is this how you normally are?"

I guess she was talking about my form. "Yeah, for the most part it is."

She frowns. "Well I need for you to go to your smallest, most petite form."

"What for?" I ask, not knowing her intentions as well as not taking kindly to her demand of me. I do not take orders from anyone but my mother, simply because I love her, and my father, simply because it would be rather foolish to not do so.

"We have different materials for the 'shifters robes. Makes it easier on their clothes if they are able to shrink and grow with the person, rather than to look too big or be ripped apart and leave you in complete nudity. So come on now, please just change."

Understanding, I do as she had asked. When I completely transformed into what was asked of me, I am smaller than the frail woman before me. I, in my opinion, looked like someone who was an anorexic for their entire life. My cheeks thinned in so much you could see my teeth, my eye sockets practically the same way. My chest was flat an my bones stuck through in some places more than others. If anyone were to look at me like this, they'd probably think I was an eight year old living scarecrow who was going to bite the dust any day now.

When she sees this, her eyes seem to almost pop from her head as she takes down the tape measurements that were around my shoulders, bust, waist, and hips ((that is, where all those places would be if I actually had any in this form)).

She wrote down several things and said, "And your very large form." I do so again, the tape measures stretching out to great lengths. I hated this form, it sickened me. I looked like I was more giant than an elephant. I probably was larger than an elephant. I refrained from gagging over my appearance and shuddered in disgust, the floor shaking beneath me. She writes down some more things.

"Now your normal form." I change back into the form I had been when I entered the shop. She writes even more.

"And last but not least, your sexy form." She grins. "Don't try to deny having one either. All of the likes of you people with this ability have one." I laugh lightly and change into it. My curves were great in all the right places, my height not too tall nor too short, my frame not sticking out to make me look jagged not too inward to make me look rounded, and everything else was perfect in my opinion, for having used this shape quite a few times before.

"I see you've used this one a lot." She writes down several things, adding to whatever she wrote before. "Mm-hmm.." comes from her as she finished several things. "Alright," she smiles and the tape measures leave my body. "Just give this to Madam Malkin up front and she'll have it ready for you."

I go out to the front counter, set the slip of paper down and look around, waiting for Madam Malkin. I feel the paper leave from under my hands and see Madam Malkin studying it. "Alright. If you come back in two hours, your robes will be ready."

"Is it alright if I send a servant after them later?" I asked, having no real intentions of coming back.

"Yes. That is fine as well."

I nod and leave the shop. I look down to my list to see a very large list of books. I guess I'll be going to the bookstore next.

I really didn't like this chapter. Thinga are going a bit slow, but my story is like a house - you have to build it before you can put things into it. Or the often used expression, "Rome wasn't built in a day." I'm not sure when the next chapter will be out. Maybe Wednesday or Thursday this week if I have time. If not I'll get one out next weekend around Friday or Saturday. nods That I promise you. Anywho, I love hearing from you all, even if you've already said something.