A few minutes later, after their panic-stricken flight along the beach while being pursued by that insane serial killer, the girls had made the mistake of running onto the waterside pier. As they shivered while standing at the end of the dock, staring out at a calm Crystal Lake shining in the cold moonlight and hugging their nude bodies for warmth, Marcie, Brenda, and Alice then fearfully glanced behind themselves, and they all then simultaneously screamed at seeing the silent figure looming like a monstrous statue at the foot of the pier. As Jason Voorhees now implacably strode forward, machete dangling in his right hand and the wooden boards under his feet dolefully creaking at his immense weight, the girls frantically searched for some way to escape their coming fate, only to start pitifully whimpering at seeing none.

There was no way to safely get past the advancing maniac heading down the narrow pier in his inexorable walk. Jumping off the pier into the water and swimming away wouldn't work, either. It was too far across the lake for any of the girls to make it to the other side, and simply treading water or holding onto the pier pilings while waiting for some kind of rescue risked hypothermia for them. Neither would swimming to the beach and then running back to their cabin, to barricade themselves inside while calling for help be successful, since Jason could simply retrace his steps up the pier and follow the girls, to then commence his ensuing carnage.

Frozen in terror, the three naked women huddled together at the pier's edge, unable to think of any way to avoid their imminent horrible deaths, until Brenda on the left suddenly shrieked, "Look!" at the same time thrusting forward her pointing finger at the beach next to the left side where the dock started. Their desperate eyes following this unexpected gesture, Marcie and Alice then saw in the darkness beyond someone running along the shoreline there, towards the pier.

At once, all three of the female camp counselors started wildly jumping up and down while waving their arms in frantic signals, and also screaming as loudly as they could.

"HELP! HELP!'

"SAVE US! THAT GUY'S GONNA KILL US!"

"STOP THE GUY WITH THE KNIFE!"

Jason Voorhees continued to plod down the pier towards his victims, totally disregarding their pleading cries and cavorting in his relentless advance to inflict pain and death upon those innocent women. However, that serial killer wasn't able to ignore what happened next.

A basketball-sized ball of brilliant light popped into existence just above the running figure on the shoreline, floating along in step with the sprinting mature man in his suit that had beach sand dribbling off the back of his attire at every rapid stride. This illuminated globe hanging in mid-air was bright enough to turn night into full daylight, shining its radiance along the entire side of Crystal Lake where three shocked women on the pier had been immediately petrified in their attempts to attract attention, standing as still as statues as they all gaped at what then occurred.

Jason himself had also stopped in mid-tread at the sudden burst of glowing light behind this evil being that threw his massive shadow forward onto the top of the wooden planking. Bringing down his enormous boot, the killer slowly turned around to see who'd dared interfere in his justifiable slaughter, with Jason also lifting up his machete in preparation for some gory blade work upon that meddler. The hockey mask always worn to conceal his horribly deformed face was as expressionless as ever, but Jason's stance alone showed he was evidently glaring at the interloper that had just leapt from the beach onto the pier, while also pointing a little stick at the maniac and loudly shouting a single, very bizarre word:

"SECTUMSEMPRA!"

An instant later, the blade of the machete plunged downwards, to then land point-first onto a wooden plank presently flexing upwards at the release of an immense weight that had abruptly disappeared into total non-existence. The soft thunk! sound of this knife-tip burying itself into the wood was easily heard by all the remaining people there, including the three stunned women and the trotting man headed towards those females, as he passed by and ignored the faintly-quivering machete in its stuck-upright position, showing off only about six inches of the lower metal blade, with all the rest of it, including the hilt and the person that had been gripping this weapon in their right hand, having vanished into thin air.

When Sirius finally stopped in his fast walk, directly in front of the women at the end of the pier, this feminine trio yelped in unison and clapped their hands over their eyes, cringing from the dazzling ball of light hovering in mid-air above their rescuer that had followed along after him. Right after that, with their hands still covering their faces, Marcie, Brenda, and Alice heard a very sheepish voice with an actual English accent in this say, "Terribly sorry, ladies. I say, you can look now."

Sure enough, even through their shielding fingers pressed up against their closed eyes, the three women sensed the overpowering illumination overhead now dwindle to the level of an ordinary streetlight. Letting their hands drop to their sides while blinking away tears as their vision recovered, the three camp counselors stared upwards at the less-bright ball of light remaining in its position above the mature man in his suit, as these ladies then regarded their gazes to disbelievingly stare at their rescuer now himself regarding with a perfect deadpan every one of the naked, unclad, bare, without-a-stitch beautiful women standing there in all their glorious nudity.

Even if the mysterious light in the air was dimmer than before, it still shone brightly enough to reveal the instantaneous, pure scarlet, all-over blushes of the embarrassed female trio, whose upper limps now moved with truly impressive speed to cover up their chests and groins. For a few seconds of frozen silence, the potential victims of an insane murderer and their savior simply observed each other, until Sirius (even now possessing a perfect poker face) finally broke the discomfited mood of the others by clearing his throat, to then make a truly mystifying offer: "Permit me, ladies."

As the dumbfounded women then watched, the man in front of them now held up his little wooden stick that he'd been gripping in his right hand all this time, to then casually wave the strange object in their direction, as their rescuer scrunched up his face in evident concentration for a moment, only to have his features smooth out and change into a wide, happy smile at the sudden squeals and yelps of surprise from the three women.

Marcie, Brenda, and Alice had all simultaneously jerked their arms away from their bodies, where they'd been using those limbs to conceal their exposed breasts and genitals, since there was no longer any point to this. Now, every one of the women was currently wearing some kind of formal robe or dress, that instead covered their bodies. Mostly.

Right now, Marcie was dressed in a scarlet and gold robe, with Brenda having a canary yellow and midnight black robe, and lastly, Alice was clad in a blue and bronze robe. All of them were also wearing around their necks a ladies' tie in diagonally-striped colors identical to the robes, with this long strip of fabric hanging down their chests along every inch of their exposed cleavage. That extremely sexy effect had to do with the face that every one of their newly-provided robes were also slit in front nearly down to the waist, not to mention that the hems of all the dress skirts ended at mid-thigh.

As they gawked at each other in their racy clothing, the women then heard a jovial male voice next to them cheerily intone, "It's a very good thing that there are only three of you, ladies. I'd have really hated putting a Slytherin robe on someone I saved."

It was Brenda who beat out the others to control her whirling thoughts about what had just happened tonight - the attack on them all by that masked killer, the man who'd rescued them, and what they'd just seen of real, honest-to-goodness magic - as that camp counselor managed to choke out in a very dazed voice, "Who- what's a Slything, or whatever you said?"

As they all stared at the man standing there, the young women saw a serious expression form upon his features, as he answered, "Oh, that's quite a long story, so why don't we go somewhere else instead, instead of being out here on the water? Is there any place nearby where we can talk?"

"Uh, there's our cabin," offered Alice, looking up from her bemused study of how nicely her tits were being shown off in this hot, low-cut dress that dude over there had somehow whipped up from total scratch. He might be kinda old, but he had that really sexy bad-boy thing going on, what with his lined face and that lean figure-

"Excellent!" beamed Sirius, missing the smoky glance from a growing-intrigued Alice, as he now stepped to the side of the pier, clearing the way for the trio of women when the wizard then bowed and grandly swept his right hand holding his wand towards the shoreline, to then politely hint, "Shall we be off, ladies?"

Trading a shared uncertain look among themselves, Marcie finally shrugged, unknowingly causing her tie to arousingly swing from side to side in the space between her breasts, as she cautiously stepped past the bowing man, to then be immediately followed by the other girls crowding after, as Sirius maintained his bow that allowed him to sneak a close look at those truly fine feminine legs and bare feet-

"Just a moment, ladies!" The three women promptly halted, with them all throwing a worried look over their shoulders, with their sudden alarm increasing at seeing someone who'd just said that pointing his stick downwards at their feet. A second later, Alice, Brenda, and Marcie straight away shot upwards as high as they could, in a single startled bound, as they felt something instantaneously wrap around their feet and lower legs. Coming down to panickily teeter on what had unexpectedly appeared on their lower legs, the women grabbed onto each other to maintain their balance, as they now all looked down at their newly-shod feet.

Still holding onto each other, Brenda, Marcie, and Alice stared totally bug-eyed at what had identically appeared for them all: pure, white stockings running up to just below their knees, and on their feet, a pair of absolutely comfortable sleek flats, fashionably black and polished to a mirror shine. That last wasn't intended as a metaphor; even in the dim light of the glowing ball still floating over their rescuer's head, the new shoes for all of the women were so glossy that they acted as reflective as an actual mirror, just like in the urban legend, so that all three women could instantly tell at a glance, even if they didn't individually know this already, that underwear hadn't been provided along with their new dresses.

Hastily letting go of each other, Marcie, Alice, and Brenda now stood in a line across the pier, all blushing furiously, and about to whirl around and angrily confront the man back there who-

Who had just created shoes.

Well, yes, dresses and ties too, but never mind about that, because there was something much more important to think about:

Shoes.

The most perfectly wonderful, gorgeous, comfy, stylish shoes, all made by only a flick of that stick in the hand of the absolutely sweet, adorable, brave, cute, strong, attractive man who was coming back with them to their cabin in the totally deserted camp-

As one, the three girls stepped forward, and as they continued up the pier towards the beach without looking back, their bodies subtly shifted into a truly alluring saunter, with intoxicating rolls of their hips currently performed in unison by a gleeful Alice, Brenda, and Marcie, with all of this being keenly observed by the contented man strolling after, whose joyous conviction on how this was going to end up also definitely shared by the Grim deep within his mind enthusiastically declaring that canine's eagerness to have yet another go with three more really fine bitches:

*WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!*