Never have I written a whole Harry Potter story, but I thought I'd have a crack at it. I hope I do this story justice. It's an amazing series, and I recommend both the stories and the movies. Srsly. JK Rowling is the epitome of badassery, and I bow to her writing skills. That is all.

This story takes place after the war

"Sweet goodness, that bath was positively sinful," I yawned, as I padded back into the bedroom, a thick towel strewn over my torso and my the ends of my hair sticking to the skin of my back, even though I had tied it up, in the highest pony that I could have, what with it being soaking wet and all.

Assiduously, I let down my tendrils, and felt it brush against the middle of my towel-clad back. Dropping the towel quickly, and threw on the clean pair of underwear that awaited me, sitting innocently on the clean sheets. I still hadn't wrapped my head around this situation - I was more than ready for my consciousness to kick me in the ass, and laugh at my stupidity for believing such a magical place truly existed.

I heard a popping sound, and rushed to cover my body, recognising it to be a house-elf - not the goblin that I had assumed beforehand, and found that I was correct; it was Binky. She stared at me, somewhat perplexed at my behaviour, and I smiled, nervously. She asked, bluntly, yet still as respectful as always, "Missus, why do you being so nervous?"

I stammered, "W-Well, I'm naked, and you s-scared me, that's a-all."

Her forehead crinkled, and she replied, "So you beings naked is wrong?"

Vehemently, I shook my head, and lied, "Oh no, it's just me being silly, I guess."

She nodded, slowly, as if she didn't quite understand, however she eventually shook it off, and clicked her emaciated fingers, and a floating outfit popped up in front of me, frightening and astounding me, all the same. She asked, absentmindedly, "Will this be doing well, Missus?"

Unable to speak, I nodded, content, and she smiled, ushering me to begin getting ready. She turned around, with a smile on her face, so her back was to me, and I thanked her kindness, before actually getting down to business. Having someone so small tend to me was a new feeling, and I kind of liked it. She was like having my own personal stylist. Sometimes I would say or do things that, I guess, wasn't acceptable behavior of a witch, and she would just stare at me, from those dark, adorably wide eyes, in pure shock.

"Missus be having tea with Master and Mistress Malfoy this morning. The young Master and Sir Blaise with be joining you, methinks."

Tensing, slightly, I twisted on my heel, and asked, edgily, "Oh, is that right?"

She nodded, not realising how important what she just said actually was, and I felt my skin blush, immediately. She added, "Yes, Missus. The young Masters were scared when they woke and you weren't being there, Missus."

I felt guilt trickle into my system, before I brushed it off, waving it away as nothing more than gossip, and went about clothing myself. Even though Binky wasn't exactly a person, per se, nobody would be able to negate her fashion sense, because, let me tell you, it was sharp as a razor's edge. The stylish, sleek, soft cotton dress was a subtle peach colour, with vertically pointed collars, lined with a lighter cream, and a leather belt to tie around my newly defined waist. I slipped on a pair of beige flats that had appeared at my feet, and wiggled my toes, momentarily, to get them used to the shoe. I was beyond ecstatic to realise, while I was bathing, that there was next to no hair on any other part of my body, besides my head.

Of course there would have had to have been the odd fine hair on the length of my arms, but on both my lady parts and my legs, there was practically nothing to speak of. I wasn't particularly hairy beforehand, but I would have to thank my messed up genes at least this time, because they've saved me a hell of a lot of shaving time.

I sat on the bed, and patted my hair down with the towel, fully intent of leaving it the way that it was, however Binky had other ideas. She clapped her hands, and two other elves scuttled in, their heads low, and they eyes downcast. I frowned at this, and asked them to look me in the eye, to which they returned a simple, meek glance, and a synchronised hum of 'Yes Missus.'

I didn't like the thought of them being so afraid of me, so I simply fell to their level, and held their chins in my fingers, and stated, firmly, "You are to call me Evie, and that is that."

After some bartering, I eventually got them around to calling me by my name, with simply a 'Miss' before it, and I guess that was the best I was going to get. They sat me down, and went to work on my hair, swirling their hands around my face, practising wandless magic which left me dumbfounded, and after only a few moments, they grinned, widely, to which I had presumed meant they were finished.

Binky clicked her fingers, and the largest cupboard door swung open, silently, revealing a mirror, and inside of it, the reflection of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

Her hair fell in luscious waves, brushing her middle, and spilling over her shoulders, enticingly, and her ultramarine eyes glinted playfully, lined with a thin layer of kohl, and her already dark lashes tinted even more so, with the help of mascara. Her body was clad with a nude coloured sweetheart dress that fell to just above her knees, and suited her figure perfectly, the belt accentuating her curves, in all the right places. I smiled, politely, and I saw her expression morph to fit my own - and it was then that I realised that this beautiful creature was actually me.

"Are you ready to be going, Miss Evie?," one of the other elves, Rocky, asked, while pulling open the bedroom door. I inhaled, deeply, before turning to them, a wicked smile engraved on my face, and whispered, cheekily, "Let's do this, then."

A little shorter than usual, but hey ho, another chapter for you guys!