Harry Potter and The Academy of Adipose

by DubbaCheezBugga

Advisory Warning: This story is primarily porn with plot and will contain copious amounts of mutual weight gain, monster girls, sex, and debauchery. Also contains OOC FBWTF Characters. H/Hr/OCs, Weasley Snape & AD Bashing. Harry Potter has been entered into the Triwizard Tournament under Ilvermorny's name so he is now a student there. But it seems more hedonistic than you'd think.

2. Chapter 2: Stairway to Seventh Heaven

Hi, I'm glad with how many views this story has gotten so far. This story will undoubtedly be more XXX than the other stories on this account, but feel free to leave a review with any questions or such and I'll answer them.

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Chapter 2: Stairway to Seventh Heaven

October 31st, 1994 (November 1st, 1994 BST)

9:00 PM EST (2:00 AM BST)

William's Hall, Ilvermorny Academy

William's hall, the Ilvermorny Academy dining hall, was named in the honor of a close Pukwudgie friend to one of the academy's founding members, Isolt Sayre. Some say that William never left the school in the entirety of his life, until he was buried in the same tomb as the Sayre family after his death. In the 1930s, with muggle deforestation on the rise, the previously isolated Pukwudgies formed a peace treaty with the other magical denizens of the United States of America and shortly after, the first Pukwudgie students and divination professor entered the halls of Ilvermorny: only for the treaty to be tested under the revelation of the existence of the Pukwudgie House. Said house was chosen by the non-magical husband of Isolt, James, who was humbled by the magical huntsman who saved his wife numerous times before they met. So, Headmistress Hicks rectified this by renaming the house of healers into the Sasquatch House, an American relative to yetis intelligent enough to be capable of utilizing herbs as medicine like an orangutan. She also renamed the school's dining hall after William, even placing the former Pukwudgie House statue in a place of honor at the dining hall, satisfying the mischief makers.

Of course, now the hall was filled to the brim with the students and staff of Ilvermorny Academy, who much like their headmistress were all obese. Some students are as small as 300 pounds while others were nearly immobile, but all of them were eating copious amounts of food. All of them were also decked out in some form of costume, usually provocative, ranging from: sexy fat bariatric nurses, fat caricatures of celebrities, fattened up movie monsters, and even body painted hedonistic obese nudists. Even the teachers were getting in on it, but this is not as disturbing as you would believe it to be, as all of these students were over the age of 18.

After the events of the Grindelwald War and World War II, Headmistress Hicks had multiplied the school into three different schools at different points of Mount Greylock. Ilvermorny Elementary, a primary school built into the village at the base of the mountain, was dedicated to non-magical elementary subjects and was nearly identical to a non-magical upper-end elementary school for the ages of six to twelve. Ilvermorny High, a middle/high school that was built on a cliffside at the middle range of the mountain, was dedicated to non-magical middle and high school education as well as the introduction of magical education for its students going through puberty between the ages of thirteen and seventeen. Finally at the top of the mountain is Ilvermorny Academy, essentially an advanced level college for subjects both magical and non-magical, the Academy hosts advanced classes for all magicals over the age of eighteen for free.

As for why the students are allowed to dress so scantily, well that was a discovery on the Headmistresses part. She determined that many of the students who would have become dark lords, found love and settled down, so she encouraged open love in her halls. Overtime, with a societal shift in the 1950s with increasing non-magical industrialization and magic being applied to it on their end, this led to an increase in debauchery. Students walking around wearing very little to nothing at all, openly making out, or even having sex in public was not a disciplinary issue. In fact, allowing this to happen, not only improved the camaraderie between the students, it also increased the test scores of the general student population as many couples or even friends with benefits would use sexual stimulation as a reward for good grades.

So in the year 1958, the Headmistress and Magical President of the US at the time created a contract that all who enter the building must sign. In simplest terms, it basically says that students can openly gratify themselves or others so long as they do not abuse this gift and hurt others emotionally, let it negatively impact their grades, or use it to manipulate the staff. The contract does indeed imply that students can have intercourse with their teachers, some even have dated and even went on to marry their students in an unbiased fashion, everyone in the academy was an adult after all.

As for why everyone else was so fat? Well that's a story for another time.

At the moment, the headmistress sat in the back of William's hall watching the students all chow down on copious amounts of food. The students were getting ready to go celebrate Halloween in the base of the mountain village where they'd no doubt indulge in candy until the sun rose. But before than she had to make an announcement, so subtly canceling the food replication spells, she sat back and waited while the students finished off their meals. Of course, some reacted rather negatively to this.

"Hey! Where'd the food go?!" A fatty centaur with a cowgirl costume poorly covering her fatty body with a false horse head sticking out from under her belly asked.

"Fuck, I'm still hungry…" lamented a fat sunkissed boy dressed up as Rambo with the pair of bandoliers tightly pressed against his bulging belly and man boobs.

With the staff, a nude white colored mermaid with fuschia and rosewood colored blotches on her back, causing her to resemble a tropical fish with elegant fins, looked at the headmistress. The headmistress nodded, so the mermaid cleared her throat before shrieking for a few seconds, getting the attention of all the students. She submerged herself back into the massive wheeled fish tank and smiled as she tapped an underwater microphone, the mermaid was dressed up as Ariel.

"The headmistress has an important announcement before you resume eating, so please be kind and listen." Spoke the school's music teacher in her melodious voice with a Cuban accent, calming and enticing the students to listen to the headmistress.

"Thank you Melody" Headmistress Hicks said to her friend as she used a sonorous charm on herself. The Headmistress forgoing dressing up this year due to her announcement, usually shed be in the buff with a painted orange belly so she'd look like a giant Jack-o-lantern ready for sweets.

"Students of Ilvermorny Academy, I have important news to tell you about a spontaneous event. You see, for many years, the European schools of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang competed in a life-threatening competition where countless students and spectators have died for the sake of a dick measuring contest between those three bottom of the barrel schools. Why am I mentioning this? Because somehow, we have become involved in their most recent one." Headmistress Hicks said to the students, the students were very confused.

"Didn't that shit get canceled?" Asked a fat black guy in an "invisible man costume" asked as he stood in the nude.

"I heard it got so bad that the International Confederation of Wizards stepped in and made them swear never to do it again." Responded to a plump Pukwudgie wearing a pirate's outfit showing copious amounts of belly.

"Unfortunately, due to the sheer incompetence of Headmaster Dumbledore. A fourth student was entered into the tournament under a binding magical contract, and to make matters worse, he was entered under our school's name!" She said, keeping herself calm.

This made many of these students worry, the death tolls in the audience were unusually high, even for events over magical Europe. Hopefully none of them would have to go.

"I am not saying that you have to go." She said, to a sigh of audible relief from many students.

"However, I expect you to treat this fourth tournament entry as you would any of your fellow students. The contract not only bound him to the tournament, but enrolled him automatically into our school. No doubt in my mind, he is unaware of our… traditions. So please, tomorrow morning, treat him with courtesy and respect his hesitance to understand our ways as I'm sure he's been through a lot on his end, so enjoy your Halloween festivities tonight." She said as the students grew more curious about who this student was. However, food reappeared on the tables and distracted the students from any further questions as they ate like pigs.

"Who is this student anyways?" Asked Melody, who tried to reach out of the tank to grab a whole turkey to devour.

"Don't tell anyone, but the student is Harry Potter." Reed said as he placed the turkey into her tank. The Pukwudgie was dressed as a hippie, but that was little different from how he usually dressed.

That was a surprise to the teachers, regardless of how the rest of the world viewed Britain, someone surviving the killing curse became worldwide news.

"Harry Potter? No kidding?" Asked by a somewhat slender Mothman as they sipped on a milkshake, the Mathematics professor dressed up as Pythagoras was a new hire.

"Yeah Query, the poor kid has it out for him. His headmaster didn't to SHIT to get him out of the tournament." Reed said.

"But that's where we step in and clean up his messes. He lost his little golden boy because of his inaction, it's only fair that we step in and give the boys quality education." Eulalie said as she bit down on some fried chicken, moaning at the taste.

"Well what does this mean for our students? Are my children expected to attend his gladiator death matches?" Asked a concerned high elf Astrologist from the Netherlands dressed like an elf from Lord of the Rings, Garm Sunshadow's twins were among Harry's age group.

"Relax everyone, I've got this under control… I emailed the President shortly after I got the news. As we speak, President Bravebird is making Harry Potter a citizen of the Magical United States of America. That way we can make demands for the safety of our other students, you know for the sake of diplomacy and whatever." Eulalie said as she cleaned the flesh off of the bone. Tossing it aside when she was done with it.

"Do you think he'll be ready for all of this?" Asked a rather fat care for magical creatures professor dressed in a poorly fitting Siegfried and Roy costume

."I mean, it's kind of a shell shock." Admitted the mobility scooter bound Non-Magical English teacher dressed as a witch.

"Oh it'll be a rush, that I'm sure. But I'm sure Harry Potter will thrive in our school." Headmistress Hicks admitted, wondering what Harry's reaction later tonight, or rather tomorrow for him, would be.

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November 1st, 1993

7:00 AM BST (2:00 AM EST)

Gryffindor Boys Dorm, Harry's Dorm.

Last night was an emotional roller coaster for Harry Potter. He was ridiculed by the school once again for something he couldn't control, he was an outcast in Gryffindor omit the few muggle-raised in the house, and to top it all off he was ejected from Hogwarts because of the Triwizard Tournament's Goblet of Fire. On the plus side, he wouldn't be alone as Hermione promised to follow him irregardless of where he went.

Harry smiled to himself as he woke up, Hermione loved him… someone ACTUALLY loved him…

After years of being raised in the unloving Dursley home, hated for his mere "freakish" existence, someone finally loved him. Years of abuse at worst and neglect at best had hardened Harry's heart to those around him, that is except for Hermione. He didn't know how, but she was able to get through the hardened exterior and wedge herself into his love deprived heart, and now? She felt the same. Harry smiled as he slowly woke up, his hand was on some kind of pillow as it felt soft, softer than the one on the back of his head anyways….

Except there was no pillow, Harry's eyes slowly opened up to take in the new day only to see that Hermione was on top of him, and to make matters more embarrassing most of his vision was taken up by her bust.

It was no secret that Hermione was taller and weighed more than Harry, spending most of his developing years under a stairwell and little nutrients meant Harry was scrawnier than most students. Perhaps it was his secret to being a fast seeker, but it was why Hermione was able to pick him up with ease last night. But Hermione was also a cuddler if her hugs were any indication, so while the two teens slept, she had wrapped her long and thick legs around his legs and used Harry as some kind of bony body pillow. Harry's face was beet red as Hermione's buxom cleavage was right in his face, her hourglass figure was well obscured by her class uniform robes, but the sight of her Double-D breasts in front of his face made his throat dry in shock. Looking up at her face, Hermione looked at peace when she was sleeping as her bushy brown hair glimmered in the sunlight.

Harry smiled until he realized that all the pillows were in place… so what was he grabbing onto? He looked down nervously and saw that his hand was on top of Hermione's plush, bubbly ass. Quickly withdrawing it as a tent formed in his pants, Harry took a good look at Hermione's curvaceous thighs and hips. His heartbeat increased as he wondered just how long his hand was on top of his new-girlfriend's arse… girlfriend… that was odd to think wasn't it?

However, his thoughts were interrupted by a yawn and he saw that Hermione was waking up. Her chocolate eyes looked into his emerald eyes and she smiled brightly.

"Well good morning, someone sure liked his cuddle buddy last night.~" Hermione teased, causing Harry's face to blush harder in embarrassment.

"W-well I-I'm -I-Hermione I-" Harry stammered before he was kissed again.

"Don't worry about it Harry, I'm sure my bum felt good in your hand." She said, winking at him. Harry's heart skipped a beat as she walked off to get ready. Leaving Harry hard as a rock as she walked off, playfully cocking her hips.

"…Fuck…" Harry said as he got up to not deal with his morning wood.

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November 1st, 1993

7:30 AM BST (2:30 AM EST)

The Hogwarts Great Hall

After getting ready and dressed, Harry followed Hermione and the other Gryffindor's into the great hall. There everyone was eating breakfast, almost ignoring the potential terrorist attack from last night, well that is except for one person.

"Hey Potter! Like the new pins?" Asked Draco Malfoy, true to his word, nearly everyone in the cafeteria was wearing the same pins.

"To Cedric Diggory the TRUE Hogwarts champion… well I can't fault you there Draco." Harry conceded, remembering the letter.

"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you?" Draco said smugly as he raised his wand.

As he pressed it into his pin, the text on the pin changed from a bumblebee colored badge supporting diggory into a bile green badge with lime green text saying "Potter Stinks!". All the badges simultaneously changed along with Draco's, as if wirelessly connected to it.

"Oh how mature Draco." Chided in an sarcastic Lavender Brown as she went to sit next to some of the other girls.

"Of course, only a pureblood charms smith, like myself, could make a magical item like this." Draco boasted as he looked at the badge.

"You mean the ones you paid to do that for you?" spoke a shoeless Luna Lovegood who somehow managed to get a bowl of chocolate American pudding during breakfast.

The seventh year Ravenclaws who did so rolled their eyes at Draco, somewhat miffed that he took credit for their work. Draco growled at her and looked back at Harry.

"How does this make you feel Potter? Are you going to explode?" Draco taunted.

To his credit for asking, Harry didn't care.

"I really don't care, I need to tell the Headmaster something and I can't be delayed." Harry said, simply not wanting to waste his time before walking to the head table.

Draco, DID care however and was angry that his genius idea didn't get even a reaction out of Harry. He launched a stinging jinx at Harry, who dodged before the spell dispelled against a shield Dumbledore cast, and stunned Draco in a binding curse.

"Fifteen points from Gryffindor for attacking another student!" Snape said with a sick sense of glee.

Of course, the majority of the Gryffindor were already pissed at Harry. The few with common sense, however, were enraged at Snape as he punished Harry for dodging an attack one of his students enacted. To his credit, Harry didn't look phased.

"Are you going to do anything about Draco attacking me then?" Harry asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Why should I punish him? You ruined an entire event by illegally entering yourself into a tournament, if anything I'd say that jinx was earned." Snape said, uncomfortably eager about the idea of a student getting hurt.

Harry looked at Dumbledore, as per usual the old man was watching with eyes glittered in anticipation. The rest of the staff were either indifferent or slightly confused due to today's events.

"Right… well rightfully, I think you can go fuck off." Harry said, looking straight into Snape's eyes.

Everyone gasped in shock, regardless of whether they believed Harry cheated to get into the tournament or not. Hell, even the staff and Dumbledore were shocked, even some of the house elves and post owls turned their wide-eyed heads to look over at the teenage sass. Of course, as was expected, Snape's temper got the better of him.

"THREE HUNDRED POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR FOR USING SUCH LANGUAGE AROUND A PROFESSOR! AND YOU'LL GET THREE WEEKS OF DETENTION IN THE DUNGEONS!" Snape yelled in anger, the nerve of this boy for not taking his lashings.

The majority of the Gryffs glared at Harry, but the rest of the hall were impressed with the amount of balls Harry had to have to do that, and Hermione looked nervous at what Harry had done.

However, the audible sound of 300 points being added to the Gryffindor point count was deafening in the silence that followed Harry telling Snape to rightfully fuck off.

"Great Scott…" said Professor McGonnagal as she watched the point counter be filled.

"Oh that's just great, did he confund the point counter too?" Bitched the usually nice Professor Sprout, rightfully pissed off as the first time one of her students had gotten school glory in ages and it was mopped up by another Gryffindor.

"Headmaster? Methinks you should talk with Harry like he wished…" Professor Flitwick said, catching a glance at Harry's starch white tie.

The elderly headmaster looked down at Harry, with the three hundred and twenty points being added and Harry's drastic uniform change from Gryffindor's red and gold into a blank white template like how all the uniforms come in when bought at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, until they could be charmed to resemble the house the student is properly sorted. The point counter was only designed to add points when points were taken away if a house was being punished for the misdeeds of a student from a different house… This was not good at all.

"Harry…" Dumbledore started in his best grandfatherly voice to salvage this.

"Potter~…" A deeper woman's voice interrupted, finishing it up for him.

Everyone's eyes looked down at the end of the great hall, there they saw Headmistress Hicks, who was still wearing her "costume" of a previous outfit, but enlarged to serve as an actual outfit with only a few exposed parts: a bit of ass cleavage, her belly, and a copious amount of breast cleavage. Which at her size, was an obscene amount. The headmistress waddled over with the smooth swagger of the cat who caught the canary as she looked up at Dumbledore, who looked shocked to say the least. She smirked in satisfaction at his priceless facial expression of "who the hell let this whale into MY school?!"

Looking back down, she saw a stunned Harry stare at her in shock, the eighteen year old couldn't look away, and why wouldn't he? Her bountiful breasts and belly bounced up and down and jiggled with every footstep she took, getting ever so closer to the poor boy. She noticed that The Boy-Who-Lived was blushing more the closer she got, and was that a small piece of dribble on his lip? Oh he would fit in just fine, even if he didn't know it yet.

"So you must be the famous Harry Potter!" Crooned Lally as she suddenly smothered Harry in a bear hug. Bingo wings nearly as wide as his waist clamped down onto the twig of an adult as they pulled him into her exposed chest. The weight difference wasn't the only extreme contrast between the two. Harry's pale frame of 5'5", a side effect of years of malnutrition and injuries, was towered over by the American headmistress's towering height of 6'2", ensuring Harry was always face level with a virtual sea of succulent boobage.

Harry could only struggle fruitlessly as he was shoved into nirvana, his face buried deeper and deeper by the second. So deep he was being pulled in he could feel beads of her boob sweat begin to coat his face. To his relief and disappointment, he was eventually let go, panting slightly from both the brief suffocation and arousal. For a brief second, he idly wondered what it would be like if it was with Hermione.

The staff and student body looked shocked, many of the latter were already making jokes about the American whale.

"Oi, someone man the harpoons." Chided Ron Weasley.

"The Inuits will eat for months off of all that." George said as Fred snickered.

"Well I mean, Harry is desperate enough for a fat whale like that since he can't score a real woman like me." Ginny said, swishing her hair.

Hermione huffed at Ginny and approached the headmistress manhandling her man. She walked up with all her gryffindor courage and tapped the woman's shoulder, to her surprise even her shoulder had enough fat for her finger to sink into.

"Uhm, pardon me?" Hermione asked.

"Hmm? Oh who might you be?" Eulalia asked as she kept one of her fatty arms around a blushing Harry.

"Why are you hugging my boyfriend like that? I mean, is it custom in America to smother people in your cleavage?" Asked a sarcastic Hermione with an eyebrow raised.

Ginny and Ron's pencil snapping reactions of hearing Harry and Hermione were together aside, the headmistress smiling at Hermione and pulling her into a hug was a reaction no one expected. Like Harry, Hermione could do nothing except let the hug happen, her lightly tanned, 5'9" frame being practically absorbed into the ebony chest blubber, her mind briefly realizing that this must be what it was like to receive a "Hermihug" as Harry dubbed them. Albeit way fatter and softer. As Hermione simply accepted the hug, her mind briefly wondered what it would be like if it was Harry doing this. Eventually, she was let go, standing next to equally frazzled and red faced Harry, both their minds going wild.

"Oh my goodness Harry, she is such a cutie! You two must be really close, I can practically taste it~…" Eulalie said to Hermione in a somewhat throaty voice.

"Excuse me, but, why are you harassing a pair of students?" Snape asked dryly, none amused by this cow nor her over affectionate nature… or any affection for that matter.

"Oh I'm sure these two prefer my "harassing" over anything you could cook up, I mean seriously how did YOU end up with a teaching job?" Eulalie snapped back, resting her hands on Harry and Hermione's shoulders and sandwiching herself between them. Copious amounts of cleavage nudging both away from her.

She looked over and saw Dumbledore as headmaster.

"Ah, that would explain it." She conceded, knowing his history with bad boys.

"Lally, while it IS good to see you again after all this time, I must demand to ask why you are here at Hogwarts. Let alone be interested in one of our students?" Dumbledore asked, hoping to squeeze as much information out of this fatty as he can.

"It's Headmistress Hicks to you, Lally's for friends only, and I'm here on official business. So don't think I'm at this backwater school for nothing other than business." Headmistress Hicks said, unamused by Dumbledore's faux familiarity.

Students began muttering about what she said, backwater? Hogwarts was the best school in Europe wasn't it? Most of them believed that this woman was lying through her teeth, while the more questioning (read: muggle) pondered what she said.

"Wait, Lally Hicks? Like Eulalia Hicks?" Hermione asked.

A stunned Harry held up the chocolate frog card from last night and looked at it, the slender charms professor was long gone and replaced by this… well…

"Eugh, I told them not to use my likeness in those things…" Eulalia said.

"So you have become the Headmistress of Ilvermorny? That is a high honor, but I assure you that Hogwarts is the premier magical school in the world." Dumbledore spoke.

"Yeah, in Europe maybe." Lally grumbled under her breath so only Harry and Hermione could hear.

Hermione's face read "How could you say that?!" While Harry's read, "Wait, it isn't?".

"I am here to discuss details about your Triwizard tournament, or should I say your Quadwizard tournament?" She asked, causing Harry to gulp.

"How did you?!-" Dumbledire started to yell before he sighs in frustration "Never mind, let us adjourn to my office to discuss this." He said as he rose up from his chair and breezed past them.

Following suit, the headmistress followed Dumbledore out the massive doors, but not before snatching a massive platter of bacon from the gryffindor table on the way out of the great hall, much to Ron's chagrin. She grabbed some and handed Harry and Hermione a handful of slices each.

"I suggest you eat this now, we've got a long day ahead of us." She said as she began to eat the rest. Picking up pieces of bacon and biting down on them gingerly as she walked, using her massive rack as a table.

"O-Okay headmistress Hicks.", Harry said, biting down on some of the salty bacon.

"Mph, oh please, it's Lally to you two." The headmistress was able to say between chewing the crispy bacon and gulping it down like the hogs that bacon came from.

The obese headmistress waddled down the hall, Harry and Hermione following her, trying not to stare at the largest bum they've seen. A task that was becoming more difficult by the minute as it wobbled and swayed side to side, her skirt ever so slightly beginning to fall, unveiling more of her crack. The two eyed her as she ate the platter of bacon, but her face suddenly became pale in spite of her dark complexion as she audibly gulped. The three had approached the school's infamous moving stairwells, the headmaster flashed away with his phoenix giving the obese headmistress a smug smirk as he vanished in a puff of smoke.

"…Oh fuck my life…" Eulalia said, dreading the once commonplace activity of climbing stairs.

Eulalia walked up the first few stairs, her couch wide hips squishing against the staircase's handrails and making the climb all the more awkward for the headmistress. Both students were embarrassed and aroused as they saw Lally's massive rear jiggle as she raised and slammed her fatty legs into the staircase, cankles swallowing her feet as she slowly made her way up the stairwell. Eulalia was already starting to feel sweat drip down her numerous fat folds, huffing as she felt like her entire body was on fire as she struggled to make it half way. She looked back at the two Hogwarts students and gulped before making an awkward request.

"C-Could you two help push me?…" Eulalia asked between gasping for air, her heart beating a mile a minute. She wouldn't get a heart attack or anything but damn it she didn't want to do this.

"I'm sorry, push you? How?!" Hermione asked, feeling conflicted between her sense of decency and her admiration for people in positions of power.

"Well just help push me up so I don't fall behind!" She said, gasping for air. "Don't be afraid to push hard either, I want results…" Lally said as she panted.

Both Harry and Hermione looked at each other and the pair of massive cheeks behind the headmistress of Ilvermorny jiggling in the air hypnotically. They sighed and got to pushing, pressing their whole weight against the sweaty arse as she climbed up the stairwell leading to the headmaster's office. Harry blushed as her skirt slid down a little and covered his eyes, the smell of her sweat and likely her body wash caused him to feel things he didn't know how to feel about as another bulge grew in his pants: did he just have a thing for arses or softness in general? As for Hermione she was grunting as she shoved the right cheek of Harry's new headmistress, the texture felt alien in her hands: like jelly mixed with silly putty, an odd yet pleasurable sensation. She'd have to look into something with similar properties that wasn't a teacher's fat arse later as she tucked that dirty thought in the back of her mind.

For thirty grueling minutes, the two students helped the sweltering blob of a headmistress up a flight of stairs that would take the average student two, maybe five minutes to climb to the top of, depending on if it was moving around for some odd reason. They managed to climb around two flights of stairs before reaching the halfway point to the headmasters office, her vermillion skirt lowered down to the point of flashing the two students her voluptuous, brown, jiggling, and sweaty ass.

"Who would design such a horrible thing?!…" gasped out the exhausted headmistress, considering stripping to release body heat even at the cost of international embarrassment as she struggled up the final step of this stairwell.

"I mean… nghhh!… they're just moving stairs!…" Harry said, grunting as he kept pushing her cellulite ridden ass up the stairwell.

"Wha?…" She asked panting, sweat dripping down her forehead as she stepped over it before walking onto the level hallway, God she needed a break.

"This seems more of a consequence of you being fat than anything else!…" grunted out Hermione, tired of shoving her whole body against her dark rippling flesh.

She stepped back to take a breather and Harry rested against the wall, however, at the same time, the headmistress decided to rest against the wall too. Harry's unfortunate placement, as well as being drenched in sweat, meant that he ended up lodged inside of the teacher's exposed asscrack as she rested against the wall, smothering him with all her weight.

"I know I'm fat as a whale, I've gotten used to the negatives of stairs years ago… I just forgot how exhausting they were…" she said as she wiped sweat off of her forehead with a rag.

Harry's muffled screaming was unnoticed as she huffed and puffed. The headmistress looked into her various fat rolls and pulled out a variety of snacks, she smiled seeing the king sized bag of M&Ms she pulled out from under her right boob. She popped the bag open and reached in, she cringed feeling they melted under all the boob sweat but shrugged and pulled out a globule of chocolate and melted candy before sticking it into her mouth.

"You're eating again?! That's what got you into this mess!" Hermione said, annoyed by this woman's fattitude.

"A gal needs her strength", she said in between chews. Unbeknownst to her, Harry was smothered between her cheeks and the stone wall, as she repositioned herself Harry moaned from the feeling of getting grinded into a brick wall by a massive ass, but it was muffled by her sweaty fat ass.

"Oh my god! Harry! Get off of him!" Hermione said, freaking out.

Lally's eyes widened at the sight, she gulped her candy and got off of Harry, causing him to audibly pop out of her ass, gasping for air. Sympathetically, she casted a scourgify on the three of them, ridding them of all the sweat and grime that had built up over this laborious exercise. For Lally, this was a temporary solution, and sweat began to cover her blubbery body once again.

"I'm sorry about this, if I knew where the office was I'd have apparated us. But I think the smug bastard's doing this on purpose." She said, eating more of her candy before offering Hermione and Harry the melted bag of sugar goop.

"Errr no thanks, I'm not that into sweets." Hermione said, disgusted by the idea of eating something like that, let alone that it was inside of someone's cleavage.

Harry took the bag and tried it out of curiosity, his eyes lit up and he smiled as some of the melted chocolate touched his tongue, much to Hermione's disgust at where that bag had been. He offered the melted chocolate to Hermione.

"You've got to try this Mione! This is so good!…" Harry told her, just as giddy as a toddler trying chocolate for the first time… actually it might have been Harry's first time trying chocolate.

"O-Oh you know how I feel about sweets Harry, daughter of dentists and all that…" Hermione said, nervously laughing off the notion of her putting the melted boob chocolate into her mouth.

However, Harry's pleading eyes and Hermione's lack of willpower were her weakness today. She sighed and took the bag and dipped her finger in it, pulling out some kind of melted chocolate whip and licked it off of her finger. Her eyes widened at the taste of the melted American candy and she licked her lips.

"How is this so good?" Hermione asked as she went for another delicate finger full.

"No idea, it's better than what we got here at hogwarts." Harry said as he got another fist full of the chocolate.

"Tch, that's just Taxpayer candy from the states", Eulalia said as she cast an Aguamenti spell into her mouth, drinking her wand's watery blast like a water fountain, liters of the cool liquid entering the massive tank that was her stomach.

Seeing the confusion on both of their faces at the chance she was partaking in some form of political sabotage, she chuckled, deciding to explain the wording after she gulped her water.

"You see, taxpayers are what we Magical Americans call non-magical Americans. Sort of a play on the expression, "Tax Paying Citizen." She said, wiping her mouth.

"Oh fuck me, I'm just gonna take a breather here if you don't mind… feel free to use my flabby body as a cushion to get comfy or lean back on…" Eulalia said as she went limp to breathe better.

Before the thin duo could react, Eulalia was falling backwards, dragging them down with her held in her fatty arms. The American headmistress landed on her blubbery bottom with a resounding thud and much jiggling as her belly audibly slapped the stone floor as she huffed, breaking out from her skirt and oozing forward. Both Harry and Hermione were held close and were squeezed up against Lally's voluminous breasts which glistened with the sweat of an utterly exhausted pig. Even one of her breasts popped out, exposing a massive mammary with a dark chocolate colored areola that was right next to Harry's face. Both students blushed awkwardly as they heard her heartbeat sound out like a rapidly kicked foot drum, resting against her bloated hips and ass like a beanbag chair.

"So… ehm Taxpayer? Do you not pay taxes in America?" Harry asked, flustered, but genuinely curious as he offered the candy to her.

"No magical country pays taxes, I mean, we can pretty much build things using spells and maintain them with magic rather easily." Lally said matter of factly as she took a handful of the chocolate and shoved it into her mouth.

"Then why Taxpayer?" Harry asked, watching her as she did so feeling intrigued.

"Because it is a word that can be used in a conversation to refer to a group of people on the non-magical side without raising too many eyebrows. It even gets them to tune our conversations out because they only use that term during the lion's den of Non-Magical American political debates." Eulalia said while licking her fingers, proud at the discovery of that little tidbit.

"But what about schools? Wouldn't taxes go to help Hogwarts?" Hermione asked, hoping it would help get better teachers if they were here.

"The ministries handle the funding for schools, since there's only one school in pretty much every magical district on earth since our population is spread so thin because of: religious xenophobia to magic, the rarity of the magic gene, and witch hunts for most of human history." Eulalia explained, shuddering at the idea of witch hunting.

"Wait a minute, wizards and witches weren't affected by the witch-hunts, they were done for fun by wizards and witches who laughed as muggles set them on fire without it hurting them." Harry said, remembering a book report he wrote on the topic last year while staying at the leaky cauldron.

Eulalia palmed her face and ran it down, she did not want to have to debunk this AGAIN…

"That's just pure blood propaganda. I mean, first off, there is no spell that helps with making someone fireproof, clothes, maybe but not people. More importantly, if Muggles weren't a threat to our very existence, why are we even hiding?" Eulalia asked in return.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other as the information sank in, the Witch Hunts were once a very real threat to the Wizarding World. For as long as humans have existed, fear of the unknown has wrapped around their hearts, and for many of the non-magical majority, magic was the culmination of that fear. And could you blame them? With one wave of a wand you could set someone's house on fire, cut them into pieces, or worse, turn them into zombies. Harry visibly shuddered when he remembered Lockhart and how easy the Obliviate spell was. Countless crusades against magical communities all around the world regardless of religion, race, or nationality were done by non-magicals before the two worlds were severed by Merlin and Morgana LeFay.

"S-So we're in danger?…" Hermione asked, suddenly very disturbed.

Her knowledge of the Muggle world was not helpful at the moment. The crusades with swords, bows, and horses were bad enough for the denizens of the Middle East in medieval times. Just how would one done with nuclear warheads play out? Modern guns, battleships, and aircrafts that could kill hundreds from miles away.

"Not really at the moment. The non-magical world has simmered down a lot since then, heck, we can even allow non-magical kids who get the gift of magic to come into our communities without fear. That's kind of the whole spiel that slithering guy in your school had against New Generations, that's what we call muggleborns, since he feared that they would rat out other witches and wizards for their own safety, or worse, fortune and fame." Eulalie explained as she offered Hermione the bag to help calm her nerves. The brunette went crazy dipping her hand into the bag, forgoing manners in an attempt to soothe her anxiety.

"Wait so Salazar Slytherin, the founder of the Slytherin house… was he a blood bigot?" Harry asked, worried that all of their history was a lie.

"I mean, I don't know. He was born in England, so more likely than not unless he turned out to be secretly a New Generation or something… The point is that his views had merit for the time he lived in. Ironic that his rightful paranoia has evolved into such blatant bigotry within so many members of his house." Eulalia said as she cleaned her hand off with an aguamenti from her wand.

"Muggleborns- er- I mean, Taxpayers wouldn't stoop to the level of death eaters right?" Hermione asked as she bit down on another globule of chocolate.

"Evil knows no single form, Hermione. Light, Dark, Magical, Nonmagical, Human Beings, Non-Human Beings, evil can be done by anyone." Eulalia said to her, looking her dead in the eyes.

"B-But surely there can't be dark lords in America if your school is so good right?…" she asked, nervously licking her fingers.

"Unfortunately, Ilvermorny has had its fair share of villainous alumni… one New Generation who had so much potential killed black students for the crime of being black. We had snapped his wand, bound his magic, and expelled him during the Civil War. After the fact, he eventually founded a group not to be similar to the death eaters. The Klu Klux Klan…" Eulalia said as she looked at Hermione and Harry.

"The what?" Harry asked, not knowing a single thing of American history. But judging by Hermione's pale face, it was not good.

"Basically, imagine non-magical death eaters who hung around the Americans South. Just instead of killing people for their blood, they murdered them based on their skin color or sexuality." Eulalia said as a matter of factly.

She then looked at Hermione who looked like her entire world was crashing around her, sad, but it had to be done. She smiled at Hermione and placed her hands on her shoulders.

"Don't stress out about it Hermione, I'm just doing what this school should have been doing… teaching your generation about how to live without exposing our world so that we will not be persecuted once again. Unfortunately, we have rubbed off on the non-magical world with internal threats, breaking out… But so long as we can clean up our messes we will be fine." She said, smiling at Hermione who steadied her breathing, she looked down at the bag of candy shakily.

"I-I should probably cut back on this. Daughter of dentists after all…" Hermjone said, nervously chuckling as she handed the bag back to Eulalia.

"I don't see what you're so worried about. We got spells that can fix up your teeth and potions that can cure diabetes and the like, you got nothing to worry about splurging every once in a while." Eulalie said as she refused the bag, thinking Hermione needed the chocolate mess more than she did.

"Y-You can cure diabetes?!" Asked an astonished Hermione.

"Well yeah, I mean I can't tell you how. But magic is able to solve non-magical ailments that science can not, the opposite is also true as In-Vitro Fertilization and muggle vaccinations have improved the birth rate and quality of life for Magicals in America." Eulalia said, proud of what her nation has accomplished.

"Well that's interesting… so the stairs, you have a problem with them?" Harry asked as he kept trying to look away from her exposed breast, to no avail. His girlfriend couldn't blame him as she snuck peaks as well.

Headmistress Eulalia sighed, she looked up at the winding staircases of Hogwarts. As a child, they filled her with wonderment, and as an adult in Dumbledore's army they filled her with childhood whimsy. As the headmistress of a school full of students under her care, they filled her with the dread that only lawsuits and safety hazards can do.

"I know I'm fat and all, and it'd be hypocritical of me to complain about their existence, but these stairs in particular are entirely too unsafe to have in a school!" She lamented as she reached into another fat fold, presumably to grab another snack while the two students eyed her hand maneuvering around in curiosity.

"What do you mean? The stairs are perfectly safe." Hermione said, watching her reach under a fold onto the side of her stomach with intrigue.

"They are a tremendous safety hazard! There aren't any gates at the end of the moving stairs and if some idiot kid stands on the end of one they may fall off. They could also fall off from the stairs changing direction while leaning on the railing or losing balance midwalk. And don't even think that you haven't noticed that there isn't a single disabled Hogwarts student." Eulalia said, debating between something sweet or salty shoved in the same fold.

"I always assumed magic can heal such disabilities…" admitted Harry.

"Well it can, but I assure you that they're not going to make the expensive potion for a wheelchair bound non-magical student when they can just bind their magic and make them forget about wizards." She said, watching as Hermione paled at the ableist excuse for anti-Muggleborn obliviation and the blatant violations that Hogwarts would have as a Muggle school.

"Oh my God, she's right!… Hogwarts has had so many defenses against the dark arts professors that the Ministry should've done SOMETHING by now, right?! O-or the fact that the only disciplinary action in the school either involves being forced to do manual labor or punishing the entire house for the mistakes of a few?! Wait! Why are we hosting a deadly tournament here?! This shouldn't be done at a school with children!" Hermione said, frantically holding the sides of her head as her hair frizzled out due to stress. She was promptly oulled into a side hug by the Headmistress.

"How many snacks do you have inside your folds?" Harry asked, confused yet impressed.

"Oh I got all kinds of snacks on the go, a lot of the stuff overseas just doesn't tingle my tongue like the goodies back home." She said as she pulled out a bag of muggle Chex Mix.

"You seem to be happy with all of… this…" Hermione said, calming down from the panicking as she rested against her adipose.

With as much politeness as Hermione could muster, pats Lally's fat belly sending ripples down it hypnotically. Lally smiled at this, relaxing a bit against the wall as she popped open the bag of party mix, offering the first fistfuls to the students.

"Feels nice doesn't it? It feels pretty good to have it on you too~." She said as she popped a fistful of the party mix into her mouth, playfully circling her hand over the top of her big belly.

Both teenagers were confused at the wording, but thought for a minute. Harry imagined Hermione's face on top of the headmistress's body, which caused him to blush red at the idea of a Hermihug in all of that fat. Likewise, Hermione stopped for a second to imagine Harry with a bit of fat. She had to admit he was a bit too skinny for her tastes, but him being as fat as the headmistress as she hugged him? Well, she liked the feeling of the headmistress' adipose against her, so perhaps she'd like it on Harry?

"Here, lemme help you two feel things out~…" She said as she grabbed one of their hands and placed them on the bloated ebony orb that was her belly.

Of course, being hormone repressed teenagers, the two started to experimentally prod and rub her belly, sending waves of cellulite rippling across her belly. The headmistress grinned and decided to let the two have their fun as she went to finish off the bag of Chex mix, they were inexperienced but the experimentalism of it all excited her.

Harry's hands sank into the mocha colored flab, unsure why he was doing this, this woman made Aunt Marge and Uncle Vernon look skinny. Slight bits of drool formed on the ends of his lips as he kept rubbing the fat flab, squeezing his hands into it, touching it, it almost felt nostalgic… His eyes drifted to the exposed breast, something that the headmistress didn't cover up even after having sat down for a few minutes. Biting his lip, Harry graced his hand closer to the exposed breast, caressing the side of her belly that the massive mammary was resting on as she smiled at him, almost as if she said "go on, touch it." Harry was tempted to, however, his willpower and loyalty to Hermione remained so he withdrew his hands from her upper body… he still curiously pinched her fat laden thighs experimentally out of Hermione's line of sight.

Hermione meanwhile was probably among the first of people who would complain about this being a massive breach of rights. Granted they weren't minors, at least in her Muggle mind, but this was a gross corruption of the sacred bond between student and teacher. I mean they were both fondling Harry's future headmistress' stomach and it was turning her on! Call it a woman's intuition, but Eulalia's massive exposed nipple hardening in arousal with their experimental belly rubbing wasn't that subtle… and yet, some primitive part of her mind kept telling her to not complain and keep doing it. An internal excitement towards this all, was this what breaking the rules felt like? No wonder the Weasley twins did it so much, but she had doubts they were feeling up McGonagall behind closed doors.

Hermione herself wasn't the skinniest girl out there, in fact she'd probably be considered fat in muggle fashion magazine standards for the naturally occurring adipose around her thighs, breasts, and bum. So sure, what if she experimentally grabbed herself in these areas while pleasuring herself when in the privacy of her home bedroom or the Hogwarts library, hey the library was a safe haven from any of the Gryffindor roommates and barely any students went to her "private area" where all the erotica was kept… she wondered how well that area would be kept secret if that was revealed, as she continued experimentally squeezing the headmistress' underbelly, doing her best not to stray too far down.

"As fun as this has been, I think I'm ready to finish the trip up to the Headmaster's office. So clear the way…" Eulalia said as she told them to stop rubbing.

The two backed away from the headmistress, she grunted and struggled to lean forward, taking multiple attempts as her breast and belly slapped against each other. Fortunately, she managed to get onto her front, hands on the floor and her belly hitting the floor with an audible smacking sound effect as it pooled outwards. The headmistress' skirt had completely rolled down to her fatty cankles causing both teens to get a full view of her full moon. Her hips were easily wide enough to overflow the Gryffindor common room couch, each cheek able to fill up the voluminous chairs in there as well individually jiggling and clapping against each other like a pair of colliding planets. Both teens couldn't look away as they saw her ass, blushing in embarrassment and arousal as they saw flashes of her womanhood and the insides of her ass in the brief glimpses of her cheeks clapping.

"Oh my…" Hermione said, feeling very conflicted about her preconceived notions of beauty right now.

Harry stared in silence with a visible bulge in his pants as Eulalie audibly grunted and panted in exhaustion to get up onto her own two feet. The Headmistress who had just cleaned herself of sweat using her magic was now drenched in sweat again, it dripping down her cellulose ass making it look all the more appetizing, like a beer bottle pulled out of an ice cooler.

Huff! "I could really…" Huff! "Use your help right about now!…" Huff! She said between panting.

Both students obliged and grabbed her arms before helping her raise her upper body off the ground. They watched in awe as her belly was lifted up off the ground and now sagging downward due to its sheer weight since she was upright. Still panting, the headmistress pulled out her wand and waved it around, causing all the sweat of the past few minutes to be cleaned off of her body and her clothes to be put back in place.

"Alright, now only a few more floors to go" she said before spraying another aguamenti into her mouth.

Like before, the two students helped push the Headmistress up the stairs and into the seventh floor. There after another quick break and a repeat freshening up, the three would then walk up to the Headmaster's office in another far more manageable spiral stairwell. Soon, they reached end of the hall where there stood a gargoyle in the visage of a griffin.

"Oh bollocks, the headmaster never told us the password!…" Harry said frustrated at the idea of having to do this all over again.

"Why does the Headmaster's office need a password? The door should be open for anyone to get to and not In such an out of the way area…" Lally said as she reached into her cleavage and pulled out a triangular orange box of treats she picked up in Hogsmeade.

"For privacy reasons, all the dorms have passwords too." Hermione said as she rested her back on the headmistress' buttocks, being too tired to care.

"That's just straight up stupid." She said as she popped a bon-bon into her mouth, as it hit her tongue the bon bon exploded into a ooey gooey mess of chocolate, pineapple, orange, and coconut.

"Mph, your school's infrastructure may be horrendous, but you Brits do make good candy. I still can't get enough of these Exploding Bon Bons…" She said, the gargoyle accepted the password and the door slid open.

"Huh… maybe next time you need him, you should just start naming random candies Hermione." Harry said, stunned at the coincidence that just occurred.

"Y-Yeah… I'll do that." Hermione said, as she watched the spiral staircase be lifted up out of the ground as the statue spun.

Fortunately this time, the tightened staircase's walls provided a sort of support system for Headmistress Hicks' hips as they grazed against the walls. Unfortunately it had the effect of rolling her skirt up, causing the two to get a face full of her bare sweaty ass again. Walking behind her, the two students were now dealing with the odors that emanated from her body, sweat mixing with the headmistress' soap and perhaps even a few sprays of perfume or deodorant. The aroma was intoxicating and arousing, stimulating Harry's and Hermione's internal desires to breed with the headmistress even further.

"Y-you use a good soap… what kind is it?" Asked Hermione, whose legs were clenched together.

"Oh I use an all natural soap made out of oranges, honey, and coconut and stuff like that, it keeps my skin looking healthy and vibrant, see?~…" She said as she stopped. Causing both teens to walk face first into each of her arse cheeks, their senses engulfed the dark-skinned softness. Harry struggled to resist groping the fat mound he was embedded in when fate decided to play cock-blocker.

"Well it seems like we are here, be sure to make yourselves presentable for the headmaster." Eulalie said, walking ahead of the two before casting a cleansing spell on the two of them.

The two Britanians looked at each other and looked away blushing in embarrassment before following her. They reached the doorway where the headmistress popped through rather easily, her hips grazing the doorway more than wide enough for two average people to enter at the same time. The two followed her and took a look around inside and were surprised.

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November 1st, 1993

9:45 AM BST (4:45 AM EST)

The Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts

Inside of the office was not only Headmaster Dumbledore who had changed into one of his more impressive sets of robes modeled after the milky way galaxy, but both Headmaster Karkaroff and Headmistress Maxime the two of whom weren't amused by Harry's presence. The Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, Ludo Bagman who was wearing his poor fitting old Wimbourne Wasps uniform was also present with The Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Bartemius Crouch who wore a gray set of dress robes and looked nervous to be standing next to the grinning Professor Moody. Also, in the office was the lime green bowler cap wearing Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge and a toad-like woman who was his assistant in a horrendous pink cardigan, Delores Umbridge. Neither student would notice this, but Lally noticed a peculiarly out of place beetle perched behind one of Bagman's pins.

"Well! There's the man of the hour!" Exclaimed Ludo Bagman, the entry of a fourth competitor of the Triwizard tournament was no doubt going to boost ticket sales, especially when it was The Boy Who Lived competing.

Harry looked nervous at all these people, but Eulalia placed a hand on his shoulder and squared up to Bagman.

"Now listen here, I don't know who you are. But it is none of your business to hound one of my students. This meeting was said to be between me, my student, and the Headmaster. So who are the rest of you?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.

Harry's heart swelled with emotion over an adult actually sticking up for him.

"Well, I am Ludo Bagman. I am the ministry employee who arranged these games." Ludo said, putting on his best facade of bravado.

"You already know of me, Headmistress Hicks." Said Ludo Bagman distastefully, unlike the others he knows what magical Americans are like and was sworn into secrecy.

"Charming as usual Mister Bagman, my condolences on the untimely death of your wife. It must not be easy, knowing that the two of you raised a terrorist.", Eulalie not holding back in the slightest. So these clowns were from the ministry? So be it.

Bagman grit his teeth, for some reason moody also looked unamused.

"Tch, to call Death Eaters terrorists is a gross exaggeration of what they did." Said "Moody" aka Barty Crouch Jr, one of Voldemort's most loyal.

"Really? I failed to see how someone who murdered people, terrorized citizens, and attempted to stage a coup against the Ministry of Magic in the name of blood purity could be seen as anything BUT a terrorist…" Said Headmistress Hicks matter of factly. Until she noticed the faces of the Minister and his assistant.

"Unless, of course, they were imperioused into doing so of course. Which only makes the true Death Eaters even worse for tainting the innocence of good Witches and Wizards." The headmistress said as convincingly as possible, she didn't believe a word of Death Eaters being imperioused but she wanted to get on the Minister's good side so why not butter up his corrupt cabinet then.

"I certainly could not have put it better myself!" Said minister Fudge, liking this woman already while Umbridge kurtly nodded.

"I do believe we are straying from the purpose of this meeting… we have already been delayed due to you taking your time Lally-"

"Hicks, it is Headmistress Hicks and I am the Headmistress of Ilvermorny Academy of Magic in the United States. We are in a professional setting, so I expect you to refer to me by my title, just as you would expect me to do the same. Secondly, we are not formal enough for you to call me that. Thirdly, you told us to head to your office but not where it was nor what the password was in what seems to be a deliberate intention to stall. Finally, you mentioned that this meeting would be between you, myself, and Mr. Potter you have this menagerie of Ministry employees here for some reason when they could be doing their jobs." Headmistress Hicks said as she crossed her arms, not impressed by this intimidation method.

The people Dumbledore summoned here were starting to get agitated. Depending on who you ask, each person would tell you that Dumbledore requested them for a multitude of reasons ranging from: I need an eyewitness in case she tries anything, an American terrorist has broken through the school wards, and most interestingly that a beached whale was threatening the stability of the Triwizard Tournament. To learn that the person Dumbledore was worried about was the headmistress of a magical school from one of the most prosperous nations on earth, both magically and non-magically, it weakened any sympathy to Dumbledore's worries here.

"Well then Headmistress Hicks, what seems to be the problem?" Crouch Senior asked.

The headmistress pulled out a small box from her pocket, she tapped the box with her wand and it shook before jumping out of her hand and contorting into a couch large enough to hold the Headmistress of the Ilvermorny Academy. She sat down on the couch, huffing as the springs creaked under her weight while she let her legs rest. Patting the empty spots on the couch, the two teens got on opposite ends of her, being squeezed rather nicely between her adipose and the arms of the cushiony sofa, it is almost like neither student was there as they were obscured by thigh fat and pillow padding.

"My problem is that whoever had entered Harry Potter into the Triwizard-Tournament had done so under the name of Ilvermorny Academy." Eulalie said.

"So what? The boy competes, what are you doing here?" Moody asked impatiently.

"Because of an oversight on both your ends and the ends of the miscreant who did this… Harry Potter has effectively been transferred from Hogwarts into Ilvermorny." Eulalie explained with all the patience she can muster.

Among the Britannia in the room, this news was met with shock. Harry Potter, national hero and semi-religious figure within the British community would be transferred to the American school for this tournament?!

"How could this have happened?!" Fudge demanded, not willing to lose his country's greatest scapegoat-I mean, Hero…

"Well there are multiple reasons really." Eulalia started as she looked around the office, taking in the oddball trinkets.

"As I mentioned before, someone used magic to enter Harry under the name of a fourth school so he would be selected as the only entry participant from that school. As for how I know this, it is written in this history book published by a former Magical-French author who moved to America after the Louisiana purchase." Said the headmistress, showing them all the book.

The book was encased in a light blue hard cover that was the same color as the Goblet of Fire's flames, the text was a scarlet red, similar to the save, the goblet turned when it spat out Harry's name. The text on the front of the book was written in French, but the women in the room except for Umbridge and Skeeter could make out what it said.

"Entrées forcées du tournoindes trois sorciers… Forced Tri-Wizard Tournament entries?" Asked a confused Headmistress Maxime.

"Indeed, it was a rather easy way to assassinate a political enemy or anyone really. Force their name into a tournament that would either kill them if they refuse to enter, or have a real chance of killing them should they compete." She said as she flipped through the book, marking a certain page and handing it off to the French headmistress.

Madam Maxime read through the marked page, translating the story as if it were written in English, it would roughly be translated to the tournament that took place in the year 1722 where the name of a Beauxbatons underclassman was entered by a Hogwarts professor for being a Quarter-Veela who refused to pleasure him, she was fourteen and he was eighty-seven. That Veela was entered under the name of a school once in Denmark that was near a large amount of Merfolk territory. The poor girl had survived the tournament but was attacked by the Merfolk students and drowned in the Danish Sea when she returned to Denmark with her classmates, triggering centuries of war between the fire elemental Veela and the water elemental Merfolk.

The headmistress looked at Eulalia and nodded, hoping nothing like this would happen again. Dumbledore took the book from her hands, however, and held onto it.

"We are not here to discuss what ifs. We are here to discuss Harry Potter remaining in England and in Hogwarts." Dumbledore said firmly.

"Didn't you listen at all? The magic flowing through the goblet of fire forced her to become a student of a school that she was entered under. Even now it has burnt away any traces of his ties to Hogwarts in his uniform." She said, as she scooched over on the sofa to let Harry through. Smothering a shocked Hermione with boob and belly fat as she turned to let him out.

Harry got out of the sofa and to their credit, the British in the room were shocked. Harry's uniform had been stripped of the coloration magic, tying him to Gryffindor house. What he wore looked like a blank uniform that any first year student would buy and wear before the Sorting Ceremony applied the charm to the student.

"Oh my…" stammered a shocked Ludo Bagman.

"T-This can't be happening right? Surely this can be fixed!" Fudge asked Eulalie, not wanting to accept reality.

"Well, it COULD have been fixed. After that bloody mess, the headmaster of Beauxbatons had the Goblins engrave a rune into the goblet of fire to ensure that this wouldn't happen again. Headmaster Dumbledore could have canceled the tournament within the first eight hours of drawing the names, relit the Goblet of Fire, and tossed in the names of the three true champions." She said, looking Dumbledore in the eyes as she said it.

"You could have gotten me out of the tournament?!" Harry asked, enraged as any trust towards Dumbledore was shattered.

"Now Harry, it was for the greater good that you compete in the tournament for us to lure out the one who endangered you like that…" Dumbledore tried to placate him.

"We could've figured that out! You could have placed guards or something the night the goblet had to reshuffle itself! You have one of the best aurors in England right here!" Motioning towards Moody.

"The lad's got ya there Albus. Ya could've called the aurors to come help, National security was on the line with students from other countries here." Said "Moody", grinning as he watched all this go down. The further that Harry distanced himself from Dumbledore, the easier it would be for his master to return.

"You knowingly continued this tournament knowing that Harry could have been spared?! Why would you do that?!" Asked Hermione.

"Why else, to have an advantage!" Was proposed by the scowling Madame Maxime.

Hogwarts has had a steady rivalry with Beauxbatons in the tournament. Each school handing off the winner title to each other every tournament and for the last century, Hogwarts won the last time and by proxy, the title of "Best School in Europe.''

"Da! Dumbledore probably wanted two Hogwarts champions to hog all of the glory!" Yelled an embittered Karkaroff.

Durmstrang had not won in the last century of the game, despite being the best magical school in Europe in terms of grades. With star athlete Viktor Krum being chosen, he had hoped this was the comeback story Durmstrang needed.

Dumbledore breathed in and sighed, composing himself as he addressed the tempered crowd in his office, unaware of the Animagus grinning at all the fuckups that could be written into a book, now there was an idea.

"Unfortunately, I had not known about the ability to reshuffle the goblet. Tournament has not been done in over a century, so it is only fair for certain things to be lost to the sands of time. Now what we are here to talk about is to ensure that Harry Potter remains in England, and especially as a student of Hogwarts so the Indian Savages don't do to him what they did to that poor Veela." Dumbledore said, placating most of the adults in the room.

The two other headmasters were enraged at Dumbledore's incompetence ruining the tournament, Harry was embittered at being the bait in Dumbledore's trap, and Hermione was disillusioned of Dumbledore's saintly civil rights persona for calling the denizens of the magical US "savages."

"Well then, may I please have my book back?" Eulalia asked, not phased in the slightest.

"No Headmistress Hicks, I believe this conversation has been derailed long enough. Fawkes?" Dumbledore spoke.

The Phoenix flew down and grabbed the book before igniting it on fire, the burning cinders falling down to the front of Eulalie.

"Now that's just childish." Eulalie said before drawing her wand.

However, instead of pointing her wand that Dumbledore, like most of the people in the room expected, she pointed towards a bookshelf on the corner of the room. From that bookshelf, a fiery blue colored book was sent flying towards the mistress who caught it in her hand. She showed the book to the crowd of people who were all gasping in shock, it was an English version of the book Dumbledore had burnt to ashes.

"Judging by the Hogwarts library checkout card inside this, it seems that it was checked out from the Hogwarts library by Albus Dumbledore last summer. Guess I'll have to take this as a replacement. Shame, French is such a beautiful language." she said as she looked Dumbledore in the eyes. Check and mate.

Arguing had erupted once again between all of the people in the room, the two schools were demanding the tournament be canceled while the ministry officials try to dissuade them as the minister was screaming at Dumbledore in anger for allowing any of this to have occurred under a ministry sponsor event. Eulalie took the opportunity to look towards the two students, wondering how they held up. Harry was enraged and heartbroken for how Dumbledore had cast him into the wolf's den once again, he was grabbing onto the arm of the sofa and one of her thighs, squeezing on both in frustration. Hermione was disillusioned and anxiety ridden due to how someone she looked up to was nowhere near the man she thought he was, she was hiding her face in her fatty arm, unsteadily breathing. Lally knew both of these looks well, as she had once adored both after witnessing the results of the actions that the headmaster Dumbledore had committed against his own allies in the name of the "Greater Good".

Headmistress Hicks fished out something from her right coat pocket, it was an official looking envelope with the navy blue wax insignia of MACUSA. She cleared her throat, when that didn't get their attention she raised her wand.

"Periculum!" She said, launching a red firework from her wand that exploded when it hit the roof safe to say it got everyone's attention.

" With me, I have an official declaration from President Bravebird of the magical United States of America." She decreed as she cleared her throat before reading.

"As of October 31, 1994, Harry James Potter is now a citizen of the Magical United States of America and as such, a student of Ilvermorny Academy. Any attempts to prevent him from attending the illustrious Ilvermorny Academy will be seen as holding an American citizen hostage. As the other two schools have students visiting, you shall allow Headmistress Hicks to construct a runic jump gate that will allow students of Ilvermorny to enter Hogwarts grounds for at minimum: the first task where you have the students trying to retrieve a golden egg from a dragon's nest, the Yule Ball, the second task where you will place something that the champions hold dear in the Merfolk village in the bottom of Hogwarts' Black Lake (Note: if you abduct an American citizen for this task, it will be seen as a declaration of war), And the third task where you will have the students race through a monster infested maze in order to retrieve the Tri-Wizard Tournament cup. You will also allow headmistress Hicks to serve as a judge for the Triwizard tournament, she will publicly swear an oath that will ensure her being impartial. The citizenship shall remain, and at the end of the tournament, Mr. Potter will be allowed to decide for himself after being checked for compulsions, potions, and jinxes by an impartial ICW certified physician, whether he wishes to return to Hogwarts for his fifth year or remain at Ilvermorny. Signed, President Dakota Bravebird." Headmistress Hicks read out as she looked at them.

Dumbledore looked furious, how dare this hippo walk into HIS school and tell HIM what to do with HIS sacrificial lamb, it's for the greater good after all. Unfortunately, for him, and fortunately for everyone else, Fudge was enough of a decent politician to realize that war was bad.

"These terms sound more than agreeable, we accept Her Presidency's demands." Fudge said, hoping to avoid international conflict as he shook Eulalia's hands.

"So then it is settled, I shall build the jump gate and then take Harry Potter with me back to Ilvermorny?" Eulalia asked, not asking if it would happen, but rather asking so that no one would deny it would be happening.

"Of course, you have my honor as Minister of Magic." Fudge said, proving that broken clocks can be right twice a day.

Dumbledore was incensed, he would get Harry Potter back into Hogwarts, the Greater Good demanded it!

Eulalie grunted as she tried to get up, these damn cheap fold-up couches were so hard for her to get out of. Unfortunately, what would serve as a couch that could sustain itself for multiple generations of British sitters, collapsed under the colossal carriage of Headmistress Hicks. The witch hit the floor with a resounding thud, bringing Hermione down with her and crushing her underneath. As Eulalia rolled off, Hermione coughed and groaned as she was helped onto her two feet by Harry whilst Maxime pulled up Eulalia with some effort required.

"Merci Madame Maxime. Je pense que je vais prendre plus que Harry avec moi aujourd'hui." Eulalie told her fellow headmistress in French, this caused her to arch an eyebrow while Hermione was confused by what she meant about "taking more than just Harry…"

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November 1st, 1993

10:45 AM BST (5:45 AM EST)

The Hogwarts Great Hall

As the important people all descended down the spiral staircase, and then headed out into the courtyard of Hogwarts after a much easier time, heading down the stairs, the head ministries approached Minister Fudge, and his lackey.

"Minister, I would like to ask you something. I know that there are people who are concerned about the state of Hogwarts at the moment." Eulalia asked, putting her acting skills on full blast.

"Well yes" Fudge said, straightening his bowler cap. "Fine citizens who are concerned about Dumbledore sullying the school with Muggleborn favoritism. They do not respect the old ways anymore." He said while adjusting his coat.

"They replaced the Yule break and Equinox break with Christmas and Easter break, how nonsensical is that?!…" Umbridge demanded.

The pure blood community of Europe, traditionally all shared four major holidays dedicated to the equinoxes and solstices. The holiday of Ostara is celebrated during the spring equinox and represents new beginnings, over time it evolved into Easter. Litha is a pagan holiday that is celebrated during the summer equinox and symbolizes bounty and fire, over time it was overshadowed by Summer Vacation. Samhain marked the end of the harvest season and was celebrated on the autumnal equinox, along with the ending of the harvest. It also serves as a commemoration towards the dead, making it among the most important holidays of the magical calendar and overtime has since evolved into Halloween, as well as influencing All Saints day and by proxy Día de los Muertos. Yule, the winter solstice, has evolved overtime into Christmas. While at first, it may seem to be that Muggles are infringing upon pure blood culture and by proxy magical culture, wizards have adopted the Muggle holidays and moved on forward in time. This is merely an excuse to segregate new generations from old generations, and this is what Eulalie is planning on abusing.

"Well, I for one would be open to opening the doors of Ilvermorny to any student who would so wish to see what else is out there… Perhaps these… interlopers on British soil would prefer to do so elsewhere given the opportunity?…" she posed the question, hoping he'd take the bait.

"You mean you wish to take these mudbloods off of our hands?!" Umbridge asked, in a disturbingly relieved voice.

Eulalie internally cringed as she continued.

"Oh Cornelius, this is the prayer we've been waiting for!" Umbridge said grinning as she couldn't wait to get these parasites out of England.

"W-Well… if you are offering, we wouldn't have a problem with allowing Hogwarts students to see your school… The Muggle ones anyways." He said in his best politician voice.

"Well of course, I shouldn't expect those who have loyal blood roots to Britainia's magic to stray away from it…" Headmistress Hicks said, trying not to throw up in her mouth.

"Then it's settled, the mudbloods can enter the portal as well?" Umbridge asked, hoping that they'd run through and never return.

"Well sure, but I'm going to need some security here… I can't have Dumbledore showing up and trying to get them to stay. I mean, what would that do to all of the poor innocence of the pureblooded children?…" yep she was definitely going to throw up after going on a spiel about all of this Nazi bullshit.

"Then those children shall too have diplomatic immunity to do so!" Fudge declared, planning to sign that into the tournament bylaws as soon as he could.

A few minutes after the two left, the Headmistress was sighted vomiting A LOT into a bush on the edge of the forbidden forest. Harry and Hermione approached worried, having heard rumors of her bigoted conversation.

"Uhm… Headmistress Hicks? We overheard some rumors about you wanting to kick muggleborns out of hogwarts?…" asked a concerned Harry.

The headmistress groaned and wiped her lips, not bothering to clean up her upchuck off the forest floor. She looked at Harry and Hermione and smirked.

"If that's the rumor that Dumbledore is throwing around, he could do much better than that. All I did was ensure that Muggleborns, as you call them, would be allowed to enter through the portal as well to see if there were better opportunities for them outside of England…" She started, only for Hermione to interrupt.

"But Hogwarts is the best school in the world." Hermione said, while her faith and Dumbledore had been absolutely shattered, her loyalty to Hogwarts remained.

"No no no, they're the best school in Europe, according to Dumbledore. And even that is a bold-faced lie." She said, pulling the English version of the triwizard rule book out from her pocket.

"Wait, it has to do with the tournament?" Harry asked, genuinely confused.

"The winner of the tournament gets bragging rights to call themselves the best school in Europe, statistically speaking it is Durmstrang which has some decent scores, but because Hogwarts won the last tournament, they have been able to lie about their status for a century." Eulalia said, none to amused by it.

"That's blatant false advertising!" Hermione complained, her parents only relented and allowed her to attend Hogwarts since it was allegedly the best there was.

"But wait, there are only three schools? Shouldn't there be a lot more?" Harry asked, wondering why that was.

"Remember when I told you earlier about the magical side of the world being oppressed by the non-magical side. Schools like Hogwarts are few and far between, most communities are no bigger than an average muggle city for certain countries so they mostly stick to homeschooling or makeshift schools taught by the community on weekends for magic while they stick to non-magical stuff during the week." Lally said, making Hermione recall the Danish school in the story.

"What happened to the school in the book? The Danish one?" Hermione asked, her hope in Eulalia slowly being restored.

"Well, to make a long story short it became the epicenter of a war between trident-wielding Merfolk and fire-breathing Veela. The School of Pølsedødens became little less than rubble on the battleground of a war that is still being fought today." She said, causing the information to sink in, how could they stop a war spawning from this tournament?

"Ok, but what does this have to do with you talking to the minister? He said something about relocating Muggleborn." Hermione asked, cross about the whole ordeal.

"Oh we've simply come to an agreement that any Muggleborn students in Hogwarts can use the portal that we will be using to attend the tournament. They can pop in and look around, and if they like what they see, they can be arranged to transfer… I wish I could've gone about it differently, but it worked." Eulalia said, hoping she doesn't vomit again.

"Why would you say those things though? You don't believe any of that pure blood bullshit right?!" Harry asked, hoping it wasn't true, he just wanted ONE damn trustworthy adult figure in his life! The best he had was Sirius, and he was a damn convict!

"Because in my experience with dealing with this backwater country, your politicians can be one by either playing to their wallets" Lally made a penny pinching motion, "or playing to their egos", she then made a masturbation gesture causing Harry to blush red.

"I'd rather not go to the goblin bank to transfer more money and stay in England any longer than I have to, so I chose to play to his ego and made it sound like he could be "saving Britain's children from the mudblood menace"- er, sorry about saying that, it was just to prove the point." The headmistress explained, Hermione had a look of realization in her eyes.

"What you told Madame Maxime in the office!… But why do you want us Muggleborn so badly?" Hermione pondered.

Headmistress Hicks got on Hermione's level and smiled at her.

"I became the Headmistress of Ilvermorny to prevent another evil like Grindelwald from rising up in the world again. I learned a long time ago that the best way I can do so is by preventing such evil from ever occurring at the roots… helping the New Generations of Britain attain better education in the land of opportunity, where they won't be discriminated for differences that don't exist, then I believe that will be not only removing the scapegoat from the equation for those inbred bastards to blame. It will also spare you lives of misery, and that will do a whole lot of good." The headmistress said, openly and honestly explaining her motives for her actions here today.

"I-I'm touched… how will you expect this to work out?" Hermione asked.

"It's simple really, I had Fudge forward letters detailing all that students can be expecting at Ilvermorny's three schools should they wish to attend. I don't think there will be a single parent who says no." Eulalia said as she grabbed one from her right coat pocket.

"What makes you say that?" Harry asked as Hermione was handed a copy of the itinerary letter.

"You teach math and science?!" Hermione asked, a sense of jealousy towards Harry's sudden enrollment brewing.

"Yes, pretty much all magical schools outside of Europe do. Even then, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons typically require remedial classes in Muggle subjects over the summer." She said, smiling as Hermione read through the extensive list of courses they had to offer.

"Biology, Art, Calculus, Magical & Non-Magical World History, Warding, Alchemy, Forensic Sciences, Cooking!" Hermione read through the list, practically salivating.

"How many classes are there?" Harry asked.

"Well, we have about two-hundred total class options to choose from. Don't worry about having to do them all, you simply select the ones that interest you or are required and work on them until completion. Then you can select more or graduate whenever you're ready." Eulalia said, before she was grabbed by the coat collar.

"You have to let me attend with Harry! Please!" Hermione begged Lally while she was leaning against her massive breasts.

Eulalie was smiling at the fire that was lit inside of Hermione, but the fire was so bright that Hermione had managed to pull against her coat collar. This threw the Headmistress off balance and caused her to collapse onto Hermione, landing on the ground with a resounding stud and ripples around her obese body. The Headmistress was embarrassed as the wind was knocked out of Hermione, who's suple bisque cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.

"Please?…." Hermione asked while seeing stars.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do anything about enrolling you until your parents approve. I can let you come with Harry to the school and stay there for the moment." Eulalie placated the bookworm, expecting the turnout rate to be 100% for Muggleborns as she rolled off of Hermione.

"Thank you…" Hermionne said, feeling light headed.

Harry managed to help Eulalie off of the ground, she brushed the dirt off of her as she got up. Harry helps Hermione up and she rubs her head as she leaned against Harry for support.

"But I'm already nineteen, if I were muggle I'd be going into university!" Hermione said, confused at why she couldn't make these kinds of decisions as an adult.

"Yes, you are nineteen, and if you were a Muggle then you would be able to do so. But you are magical, and in the magical world, people age at a much slower rate than non-magicals do, so we tend to view people as young until their mid 20s." Lally said, this was a hard fact to explain to New Generations.

"Oh yeah? Prove it." Hermione asked. Eulalia smirked and shoved them her ID.

On her ID it read that she was born and raised in the neighborhood of Harlem New York, it also gave her gender, height, and race/ethnicity, however what stunned Hermione was her age.

"You're ninety-four?!" Exclaimed Hermione in absolute shock.

"Damn, she looks good for ninety-four…" Harry said

"You're damn right I do~…" Lally said as she held her hands behind her head and posed, flaunting her womanly figure.

With her hands behind her head, and her bingo wings straining her suit sleeves to point blubber was oozing out of the ripped seams, Harry and Hermione could only stare dumbfounded and aroused as what was clearly the most beautiful ninety year old woman alive perform a variety of poses found on certain muggle magazines.

Cocking a hip to the side, her fat lurched to the side, the duo's eyes following it as it wobbled. Thrusting her vast chest outward, they didn't even avert their eyes when the buttons broke off violently, sending a tidal wave of wrinkle-free black blubber out of its confines. Unbothered by the fact she was flashing the couple her bare tits, she turned to the side and arched her back, emphasizing her couch breaking rear. Bringing an arm behind her the best she could, she gave a cheek a good spank, sending it wobbling and making her skirt ride up. To finish off her little display, she brought both her arms under chest, sliding them under boobs and up to her face. Leaning forward, she gave the duo a wink and blew them a kiss.

Harry and Hermione could only watch on in shock, their faces beet red.

While Hermione tried to focus on her arguments in the middle of this erotic display, Harry was the exact opposite. Drool pooling on the ends of his mouth as he watched the headmistress perform provocative acts like on the cover of Dudley's pornography magazines he'd stash in Harry's room to avoid the blame.

"It's just changing schools though! They'd understand" Hermione said beet red, wanting to get into this school without consulting her parents.

"Miss Granger, I know that you are not yet a parent, nor if you ever will be one, but let me tell you it is a parent's right to know how or what their child Is doing in school. You see, our school prides itself on our parent-staff-student transparency, informing parents when their children are having issues in class or with conduct openly and honestly so it may be resolved peacefully. There are definitely some things that we won't tell parents, things that aren't any of their business until their child is ready to tell them, but I can promise you that if you just tell your parents that you're moving to another continent for schooling without their input? They will be mortified!" Headmistress Hicks said, causing Hermione to sulk a bit in spite of the fact that she was topless and Harry couldn't look away.

"Oh bloody Hell…" Hermione said, crossing her arms in frustration. It was hard enough to convince them the first time, now if she has to do this, she has to tell them of all the messed up stuff that's been going on at Hogwarts.

"But we can cross that road when we get to it, c'mon I got us a portal to build." Lally said in her transatlantic accent as she walked off, swaying her hips.

The trio walked up to a hill on the side of Hogwarts that was close to the black lake. The mistress pulled something out from one of her coat pockets and showed it too, it was a set of bricks that resembled a toy from the Muggle world. Only instead of being multicolored and made of plastic, they were stone and engraved in runes.

"Are those Legos?" Hermione asked, confused as Lally clicked the bricks together into the shape of an archway.

"You have no idea how easy it is to make runestones connect easier when they're built into the shape of a Lego brick." Lally said as she tossed the gateway onto the ground. "Now watch and learn… Janus Maxima!"

She set a spell at archway, the archway then spontaneously grew ten feet tall and 20 feet wide. The engravings on the bricks suddenly ignited in bluish green magical energy that coalesced into a portal in the middle of the archway. Then a rift opened up to reveal a gateway to a large town on the foot of a mountain covered with beautiful orange trees in the horizon.

"All right, are you two ready?" Eulalia asked, seeing them stare in wonder at the mountain.

"Yes Ma'am… Yes we are." Harry said as Hermione held his hand.

The two nodded and stepped through the portal along with the Headmistress, a brighter and most certainly bigger future awaits them.

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GLOSSARY

* Pukwudgie: A folklore creature in various Native American myths. Resembling quilled elves or even goblins, they once were allied with humans, but now are a species of arboreal mischeif makers. In this story, they are convergently evolved as opposed to being goblins.

* Mothman: A cryptid in American folklore, a bipedal moth creature that is said to be a bad omen. In this story, they are a species of bipedal moth creatures whose spottings are used to deflect off of wizard sightings. Due to their native language lacking gendered pronouns, the vast majority of their species identify as non-binary but there has been an uprise of those who ALSO go by male and female pronouns.

* High Elf: The original elves from Scandinavia, attuned to light and the forests. In this story they are a species who live in Scandinavia but were enslaved and turned into House elves by the British.

* Taxpayers: A term used by the magical americans to refer to non-magical americans.

* KKK: I included this solely because people in that group are called Wizards.

* Holidays: Sort of a play on the Christmas vs Winter Break argument a few years back.

* Pølsedødens: An inverse of dødens pølse, a Danish euphemism meaning "Sausage of Death". It refers to anything boring.