WARNING: This chapter contains Smut and/or Gore with following warning tags: S, I, A, FD, Y, HI
Chapter 1: Training
Hyacintha POV - 31/07/1991
It was late in the evening. 11 year old Hyacintha Potter, was standing on the balcony of the Heir's bedroom at Potter Castle, having come up here to take a break from the raucousness of her birthday ball happening downstairs.
It was odd. Hyacintha thought back to the last five years of her life. Dumbledore's curse had had her growing physically and mentally at the rate of a muggle boy, then when she'd been freed, it'd been as though her magic wished to compensate for that. And she'd grown to the mentality and maturity of an adult in the span of a few years. Her body now appearing that of a 16 year old, as it had since her puberty had ended some two years prior.
Suddenly, there was a light breeze, laced with magic similar to her own, yet much more powerful.
"Hello, Father." Hyacintha said, without looking away from the moon.
"Daughter." A deep male voice spoke from behind her.
Hyacintha turned around elegantly, and curtsied. "Your Majesty. You honour me with your visit. How may I be of service on this day?"
Zeus gently laid two fingers on her chin, and raised her head, to look directly in his daughter's eyes, they spent some seconds staring into each other's eyes, before Zeus spoke once more, "Stand, Hyacintha. You need not bow to me."
Hyacintha blushed slightly, but stood upright nonetheless. Zeus looked his daughter over, and she blushed slightly.
Hyacintha knew she was a beautiful girl. How couldn't she? She had two incredibly attractive mortal parents, was very powerful, which enhanced a witches' beauty, and was the descendant of Venus, the roman goddess of beauty herself. Her vibrant auburn hair, reminiscent of her divine sister Artemis', piercing green eyes she had inherited from her mother, a very curvy 16 year-old body, in spite of her only being 11. And yet, she did not feel odd as her father looked her over, more… flattered.
"You have made me very proud, in these last five years, little flower."
There it was. Zeus had visited her somewhat regularly in her dreams, to help her with her powers, to talk to her about the goings-on on Olympus, or to explain her destiny to her. And every time, he called her little flower. Probably because all five of her names were derived from flowers. But that did not change the fact that his nickname always had an odd reaction within her. Like, a warm tingling. Like he cared for her enough, loved her enough, to be close to her, to have a nickname for her, in spite of never having done so for any other child of his, demigod or god.
"And so, I have a gift for you." Zeus continued, unaware, or not reacting to the internal feelings of his youngest daughter.
His words though, drew Hyacintha's curiosity. The last four years, she'd received gifts already from her father. Her seventh birthday, it'd been her loyal companion, the blessed thunderbird she'd named Brontes. A child of her father's sacred eagle. On her eighth birthday, it'd been a shield, the shield was disguised as an elegant feminine watch, but with a lot of power and some transfiguration, she could also turn it into a large variety of bracelets. On her ninth birthday, her father had given Hyacintha a storm spirit, in the form of a horse, a Southern Anemoi Thuellei, she'd named Sirocco. And on her tenth birthday, she'd received a pen that turned into an Olympic Silver short sword.
"I'm honoured, father." Hyacintha said, blushing slightly.
"You are my princess, little flower. My most beloved daughter." Zeus said. "And on this day, you turn eleven, which I'm told is a momentous occasion for any young witch."
With a snap of his fingers, a long box appeared. At first sight, it looked like a wandbox, except wider. "I had Hephaestus craft this for you. And asked Hecate to engrave it with runes."
Hyacintha carefully opened the box, and her eyes widened as she saw the contents of the box. There was a beautiful wand within, with carefully engraved carvings, and runes. It also had an eagle head on it's end, inlaid with three glowing gemstones. A ruby and sapphire for eyes, and a small emerald held in it's beak.
"The wand is thirteen inches, made of oak wood from my oldest sacred oak tree, in a sacred grove attended by immortal nymphs near the foot of the original Mt. Olympus in Greece. It's core is of three feathers, one from my sacred eagle, one from your familiar, Brontes, and one from your grandmother's sacred dove, all three coated in Olympic silver so it can withstand your incredible power." Zeus said. "I know you can cast many magics without wand, and I am very proud of that, and you. But I figured you could use a wand, to fit in with the wand-wavers at Hogwarts, your magical school."
"So that's why mum and dad didn't take me to Ollivander's when we did my school shopping last week." Hyacintha said, in realisation.
"Indeed. I visited your parents in a dream two weeks ago." Zeus said, before continuing his explanation. "The wand and the holster are linked. The holster is forged from Orthritic silver, enchanted so only you can see it. Hold on…" Zeus trailed off. Then he snapped his fingers, and a thin book appeared.
"Instruction manual." Zeus said, as he set it down on Hyacintha's coffee table. "Though the wands most important feature, is it's other form."
"Order it to grow, in ancient Greek." Zeus said, as Hyacintha looked up curiously.
It took Hyacintha a second to make the translation in her mind, and she commanded "Auxane!". With a flash of gold, her wand grew, stretching into a staff, engraved with a large eagle's head on the top, and three large gems at the neckline of the eagle.
"The staff will allow you to cast magic, much more powerful than normal, and enhance your elemental magic even more. It will return to a wand form if you command it to shrink, the other instructions are in the booklet." Zeus said. "I wish for you to wield it proudly. For I am proud of you."
"I must depart now, little flower. And you must return to the mortals, below." Zeus said, gently kissing her forehead. Before disappearing in a warm breeze. "I love you, my little princess." His parting words fading on the breeze that carried him away.
Hyacinth looked at the clock, and somehow saw that not even a minute had passed since her father had arrived. Her father might not be the god of time, but it seemingly wasn't beyond him to warp time a little.
"Smikryne!"Hyacintha commanded, turning the staff back into a wand.
Before heading downstairs, and rejoining the ball.
"Are you allright?" she heard the voice of her distant cousin, Jeremiah Black. The firstborn son of Sirius Black and Amelia Bones, had been born nine months after they'd finally gotten married in the early spring of 1982, Jeremiah was a Christmas baby 2,5 years her junior. Though he looked closer to 5 years younger, and had an adorable crush on her.
"I'm fine, thank you Jeremiah." Hyacintha said with a teasing smile, causing him to blush slightly, "Would you care to escort me for a dance?" she asked.
"I- I if you'd like that?" Jeremiah asked, stuttering and blushing.
"I'll tease that crush out of you someday. You just watch." Hyacintha teased as he escorted her onto the dance floor.
Later that night
"Oh my me, you are beautiful!" a beautiful voice exclaimed, which was odd, because she was definitely sleeping, and usually no god other than Zeus ever visited in her dreams.
Hyacintha looked around, and quickly spotted a beautiful woman, no, THE beautiful woman. Dressed in a Greek Chiton, her face the very picture of beauty, features ever shifting, yet her body always remaining tan and curvaceous.
"I think I'm bisexual." Hyacintha blurted out.
The woman laughed a beautiful, tinkling laugh. As Hyacintha blushed, and her mind scrambled. Suddenly, she realised. This was Aphrodite, her grandmother. The young demigoddess closed her eyes, and firmed up her Occlumency shields. That was the beauty of demigod dreams. For demigods it was the mind being projected into a dream, not the other way around as it was for mortals. Demigod dreams allowed mental protections to stand.
"You would not be the first to question their sexuality in my presence, my dear. Nor will you be the last, I'm sure." The woman she now recognised as Aphrodite said. "I see you've recognised me for who I am, granddaughter. Please, take a seat. Would you like some tea?"
Hyacintha sat down primly, "Please, and thank you." She said.
Aphrodite nodded, and a cup of tea appeared in front of them, with a plate of chocolates and biscuits in a variety of shapes associated with love. A bow and arrow, a heart, crossed rings, a dove.
"Thank you, milady."
"Oh, none of that. Call me gran." Aphrodite said.
They spent a few minutes silently sipping their tea, as Hyacintha discretely admired the view. She wasn't sure, but she suspected her dream was taking place on one of the many islands in the Cyclades.
"I'm sure you're wondering why I've summoned you." She said, a teasing smile on her face.
"It had crossed my mind that you might have other interests beyond sharing a cup of tea with me, yes, milady." Hyacintha said coyly.
"Indeed." Aphrodite said. "The reason I summoned you, is because I was curious. Curious of the woman who had finally taken Cleopatra's precious title."
"Cleopatra's title, grandmother?" Hyacintha asked. "I was not aware I had been coronated Queen of The Nile."
Aphrodite let out another tinkling laugh, "No, my dear. For the last 2044 years, Cleopatra has been known to the divine world as the most beautiful mortal woman ever. Something that is no longer the case."
Hyacintha was shocked for a moment, before regaining herself.
"In fact, it is only thanks to your father that you are not being ambushed left and right by horny gods wishing to bed or wed you." Aphrodite said. "If it weren't for his decree, that any god who approached you would feel the wrath of his master bolt, and be sent to Tartarus, you would've not been safe."
"So, what did you offer him so he would make an exception?" Hyacintha asked, imagining all manner of sexual favours.
Aphrodite frowned, "I am no prostitute, my dear. What I offered him, was a feather from my sacred animal, to weave into the core of your staff. In exchange for the permission to make you an offer, and act upon it should you accept."
"I apologise, milady." Hyacintha said, bowing her head slightly.
"Do not worry, dear. I know my reputation. And it is not unfounded, for I do have an unusual appreciation of the carnal arts." Aphrodite winked, before continuing. "Now, I'm sure you're curious about what I wish to offer you."
Hyacintha nodded, "Yes, I am, grandmother."
"I wish to mentor you. To teach you the art of being a woman on Olympus. And to teach you how to use all that I have given you as my descendant." Aphrodite said. "Those hunters have been good in teaching you how a demigoddess should act and fight. But I sense you are going to do far greater things than simply being one of the many demigods at Camp Halfblood. I don't need to be a god of prophecy like sunshine to know that."
"Why?" the demigoddess asked thoughtfully, "I mean, I'm flattered and all. But I doubt you're just doing this out of grandmotherly instinct. Considering you're not offering the same for my mother or little siblings."
Aphrodite smiled. "There are two reasons. The first, is prestige. The prestige of being the mentor of the most powerful and beautiful demigoddess in history can be nothing but good for me."
Hyacintha nodded understandingly, so Aphrodite continued, "The second reason is that you interest me. You don't know it, but you've been making waves in the divine world since the day you were born. Your father has never been so caring and protective for any of his children, mortal or god. That's not to mention all the presents he's given you, and the fact he threatened our entire pantheon in order to keep you safe."
Hyacintha thought for a moment. "Permission to speak freely, grandmother?" she asked, a little worried.
"Go ahead, no-one will hear you." Aphrodite smiled.
"From what I know of my father, Zeus, I think it's more likely that he's seen how powerful I am, and he's decided he wants me to be loyal to him, courting me through gifts and love, instead of fear." Hyacintha spoke what had been on her mind for awhile.
Aphrodite looked her in the eyes, remaining silent for almost a minute, before speaking again. "That, in and of itself, would already be miraculous. Father knows Zeus can be a paranoid bitch. But no, your father genuinely loves you."
Hyacintha decided not to question Aphrodite on the matter of love, and frowned. "So, my father loves me, his daughter. I still don't see what so special about that."
Aphrodite raised a single perfect eyebrow. "Of all the beings in existence, Zeus loves exactly 7 of them. His mother, Rhea. His eldest sister, Hestia. His pet eagle, Aetos Dios. His two Olympian daughters, Athena and Artemis, himself, and you. Of all those people, he loves only himself more than you."
"Oh."
"And now the drachma drops." Aphrodite said, smugly. "For the last 4600 years, since Artemis and Apollo wre born not one of Zeus' children, and he's had many, have managed to worm their way into his heart. Not since Artemis, his little princess. For thousands of years he hasn't loved his siblings, any of his children, or nephews. For my sake, the man doesn't even love his wife. Yet from the day you were born, he has loved you deeply. Do you not see how momentous and… earth-shaking this change is?"
"Soooo… I should expect a herd of angry siblings, led by a stepmother, to come after me, wanting to kill me?" Hyacintha said, worried.
"Oh no, don't worry about that." Aphrodite said. "Zeus is the quintessential politician and ruler. He hides it well, and luckily for you, his protectiveness of you is rather par for the course for powerful daughters of his."
"So Zeus loves me, his youngest, most beautiful, mortal daughter, more than anything but himself." Hyacintha said, "Beyond the narcissism, should I be concerned about the consequences of incest?"
Aphrodite, who was just taking a sip of her tea, made an odd sort of snorting-gurgling noise, and gently put her cup back down on the table.
"That's what you were building up to, wasn't it?" Hyacintha asked shrewdly. "Zeus' interest in me going beyond a loyal daughter and weapon."
Instead of answering the question, Aphrodite changed the subject. "I shall play carte blanche with you. The day you were born, a prophecy was spoken. The longest prophecy known to our pantheon, predicting about a dozen earth-shaking events. From a powerful child of lightning being born to the return of Pan, the god of the Wild, to man facing Nature's revenge, a reunion between the Greek and Roman gods, and Hera's reign ending, as she falls." With a snap of Aphrodite's fingers, a small scroll of parchment appeared in Hyacintha's left hand.
She unrolled it, and started reading it, her eyes getting wider and wider. (AN: See Chapter 0: Prologue)
After Hyacintha had read it, she rolled the parchment up again. "I got to give points for rhymes. Managing to make all but the first paragraph rhyme in alternating lines. Impressive."
"That's all you have to say?" Aphrodite asked, surprised.
"What do you wish for me to say?" Hyacintha asked. "Oh no, how sad, I shall throw myself off a cliff?" the witch asked sarcastically, her tone drier than the Sahara Desert.
"Let's look at the facts, I knew I was powerful, I suspected I had some kind of destiny to fulfil, this only confirms it. Now, I'm not sure of Pan's status, but nowhere does the prophecy speak of him. Only of Wild's return, Nature's Wrath, and Nature's Queen. Now, that could be speaking of Demeter, but she's had 200 years to stop pollution and counter deforestation. She hasn't already, why would she start now? It's unlikely to be Pan, as he hasn't done shit in 2000 years. Which leaves one more possibility. One in which, considering this prophecy's emphasis on a child matching my description, and considering my strong affinity for nature magic. It seems that I would, in some way, become a goddess of Nature, or the Wilderness. All other things are speculation, though "Peacock's meddling ends her reign, The peacock's fall shall mark the land." Doesn't sound very good for Queen Hera."
Aphrodite looked surprised, but Hyacintha continued. "The rest sounds rather good. "The Gods of old reclaim their prize, greatest of the thirteen free, reunion of divine cousins shan't fail, peacebringer melts lightning's frozen heart, Olympus to unite again, The flame of west brightly burns."
"Those sound like good things. But at the end of the day, we can't do naught but speculate. Unless you're hiding Apollo or the fates in your purse?" Hyacintha said, calmly.
Aphrodite seemed to take a moment to think her words through, before nodding in acquiescence. "Fair enough, I suppose." Aphrodite said. "So, will you accept my offer to mentor you, and teach you the art of being a woman?"
Hyacintha opened her mouth, ready to accept, when she had a thought, and her mouth snapped shut. "Would said lessons also include…" she hesitated for a moment, before soldiering on, "being taught about the carnal arts you so enjoy by your own admission?"
"Why yes, they would." Aphrodite said, a teasing smile on her face, "Why? Is that a problem?"
"NO! N- No." Hyacintha said, blushing like the virgin she was. "It isn't."
"Good." Aphrodite nodded, smirking. "From now on, an aspect of mine shall visit you in your dreams every night, and we shall spend a few hours every night wherein I shall teach you how to use your body, powers, and abilities to gain, exactly what you want."
"Now." Aphrodite said, "How about you return to some dreams of your own, and we'll start your lessons tomorrow, all right?"
START OF SEX SCENE – Warnings: S, A, FD, Y, HI
With a snap of her fingers, Hyacintha's world changed. Immediately, she knew something was wrong. It took her a few seconds to realise what, there was a storm raging outside, yet she could not feel it with her divine powers.
She was dreaming.
It wasn't real. But it felt real.
Hyacintha stood up, revealing her bare form. Her skin was glowing, a soft silver colour, as her pale skin glowed in the moonlight. She approached her balcony, feeling the cool breeze against her bare skin.
She looked out over the island that had belonged to her family for over a thousand years, she looks up, the stars twinkling in the night sky, as the moon, not her sister, but a figment of her imagination passed overhead. The storm raged on, but it seemed so far away, as if it were happening in another world.
The wind howled, around her as the rain battered against the ancient castle, but Hyacintha barely noticed. The storm did not bother her as she stood on her balcony, in all her naked glory.
Hyacintha's heart raced, as a figure appeared at the edge of the balcony, he looked just like Zeus, her father. And stood in the same place some part of her mind rememberd him having arrived a few hours ago.
"Hyacintha," he said, in a voice that sent shivers down her spine.
"Father," she replied, breathlessly.
He was even more magnificent than she remembered, his muscles rippled under his golden skin, and his eyes, those piercing blue eyes, were fixed on her.
He stepped closer, and Hyacintha's heart raced faster. She knew what was about to happen, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement, a sense of danger.
"Father," she repeated, as he reached out and touched her face.
His touch was electric, and Hyacintha gasped as he pulled her close.
His lips found hers, and he kissed her passionately. It was a kiss like no other, a kiss that sent shivers down her spine. She could not feel the power of his divine nature as he pressed her against the stone balcony. She knew deep down this dream was nothing but a figment of her imagination, but she ignored it.
She kissed him back, her body responding to his touch. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help herself. She had always been drawn to her father, but she had never thought it would come to this.
As they kissed, the storm around them seemed to grow more intense, as if it were feeding off their passion. The wind howled, and the rain battered against the balcony, but Hyacintha barely noticed. She was lost in the moment, lost in her father's embrace.
She felt his hands on her body, and she moaned with pleasure. She had never felt this way before, and she didn't want it to end.
Zeus's hands were everywhere, touching her, caressing her, exploring her body. Hyacintha's heart was pounding in her chest, and she couldn't help but let out a moan as he trailed his fingers down her neck and chest, finally reaching her breasts.
Zeus's mouth found hers again, and she opened up to him, letting him explore her mouth with his tongue. He pushed her gently onto the bed, and she found herself lying on her back, her legs spread wide.
Zeus's body was heavy on top of hers, and she could feel his arousal against her thigh. She ran her hands down his back, feeling the muscles ripple under her touch. He moved lower, his mouth finding her nipple, and she arched her back in pleasure.
Zeus stood up, and slowly removed the toga he was wearing. Hyacintha's eyes widened as she took in his naked form. He was magnificent, his muscles rippling under his golden skin, and his manhood standing at attention.
He moved between her legs, and she spread them wider, inviting him in.
He kissed her deeply, and she could feel the heat of his body against hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He entered her slowly, and she gasped as he filled her completely. He started to move, and she moved with him. It was a dance as old as time itself, and Hyacintha could not get enough.
"Father!" She moaned, loudly, as he thrust into her deeply.
"Oh, gods, yes!" She gasped, as he quickened his pace. He was pounding into her now, like a wild animal, and she loved it. She arched her back, meeting him thrust for thrust, digging her nails into his back as she urged him on.
He was a god, after all, and she knew that she couldn't keep up for much longer. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was the pleasure, the ecstasy that was building inside of her with each passing moment.
She could feel every inch of his rock-hard manhood as it filled her completely, the insatiable hunger that drove him to claim her over and over again.
"Oh, father, yes... oh gods, yes!" She moaned between gasps, feeling the fire building deep within her core. She could feel the heat, the intense friction as he pounded into her, driving her wild with desire.
Her legs were shaking, her body taut with need as he pulled her closer.
His fingers dug into her skin, leaving marks as his mouth claimed hers once more, demanding and greedy.
"You taste so good, my sweet girl," he growled, parting her lips with his tongue to twine with hers. Hyacintha moaned, feeling her body respond to his touch like a moth to a flame, she couldn't resist the allure of his sinful kisses and sinful hands.
Zeus kissing his daughter, Hyacintha, was something so forbidden that it made it all the more enticing.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, as she surrendered to the tantalizing heat building within her body. Every part of her tingled under his skilled touch, the weight of him pressing down on her, sending waves of pleasure throughout her.
Zeus savoured the taste of her lips, hungrily tracing his tongue over every inch of her mouth, as he kept thrusting into her. His hands explored her curves, cupping her full breasts and tracing the outline of her hips, as if he couldn't get enough of her.
She was writhing beneath him, her body trembling with the pleasure of his touch.
"Oh, Zeus," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned down, taking her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue dueling with hers, both of them drowning in the heat of their passion.
Then, suddenly, she was arching her back, her body stiffening, as she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure. Zeus followed her, groaning as he emptied himself inside of her, their bodies shuddering together as they climaxed.
END OF SEX SCENE
Then suddenly, Hyacintha's eyes snapped open, and she was awake, panting, her body sweating, and her pussy wet, but untouched, unspoiled. It had all just been a dream.
She groaned, and decided to get up. After showering, and dressing, she went down for breakfast, before taking wand, and it's holster, and taking them to the practice room with the instruction booklet. A few hours of pouring over instruction manuals for divine magical artefacts would clear her mind of conversations with her grandmother, and weird dreams of having sex with her father.
It was a few hours of reading, tinkering, and a few mad cackles, when Hyacintha heard a crack behind her. Spinning on the spot, she quickly lowered her bow, as she recognised Milly, her personal elf.
"Yes, Milly?"
"It is ten o'clock, Mistress." Milly said gently. "I thought it prudent to remind you that you had agreed to go shopping in Sunset Alley with your friends at eleven, would you like me to run you a bath, and prepare your clothes?"
"Thank you Milly, but I'll only take a shower." Hyacintha said. "Prepare one of my summer dresses, with some flat sandals, if you please."
"Yes, mistress. What colour would you like?" Milly asked.
Hyacintha hummed thoughtfully. "Surprise me."
"As you wish, mistress." Milly said, before giving a slight curtsey and popping away.
Hyacintha looked at her wand, and holster, smiling at all she'd discovered. Like the fact that if she held the holster against her skin for five seconds, it would stick to her skin, unless she removed it. Or the fact that the holster was invisible to all but her, and she could always return her wand to it with a thought, or if she was rendered unconscious. The enchantment that would electrocute any who touched her wand without consent made her smile. Especially as the voltage appeared to depend on the intention of the person touching her wand.
Then there were the two protection features. If she was rendered unconscious, the holster would zap her awake, and if she was immobilized or petrified, it would shoot the wand into her hand. Allowing her to free herself.
The final, coolest feature, was for the staff form. It would work as a focus for her lightning magic, greatly enhancing accuracy and power. However, it had another very cool feature that allowed her to plant it into the ground, near a ley line, as she cast the incantation, and the staff would keep powering the spell. It wasn't very useful for offense. But it would make for a very good defence, in combination with her elemental magic. She also theorised it might be able to keep powering a patronus charm, or certain elemental magics like stationary storms, though she wasn't sure about that
She sighed, attaching the holster to her forearm, before returning her staff to wand-form. Grabbing up her book, she left the training room in the basement, and went to her bedroom in the east tower.
Hyacintha POV - 31/07/1991 – 10:50 AM
Hyacintha stuck her head into her father's office, causing him to look up.
"Hey Hyacintha, oh, you're well dressed. Where are you going?" He asked, curiously.
"I'm going shopping with my friends, remember? I told you and mum about it when we were at Diagon last week."
"Right!" James exclaimed. "Have fun, be safe, be back by sunset, don't go into Knockturn Alley." He said with a smile. "The usual."
"Love you dad!" Hyacintha said.
"Love you too honey." He answered, as she was closing the door.
Hyacintha made her way downstairs, her long purple summer dress fluttering around her, as she approached the floo. She quickly checked she had her purse, with moneybag and sunglasses, and her wand was still holstered.
After her small check, she grabbed a pinch of floo powder, and floo-ed to Sunset Alley, in the Diagon District. Travelling the 750 kilometers between Eastern Scotland, and London in a few seconds.
After recovering from the nauseating sensation of flooing, Hyacintha discretely drew her wand, and cast a cleaning charm at herself, before making her way to the agreed-upon meetup point.
"Hey Sue. How are you?" Hyacintha asked the girl who was already at the meetup point.
"Happy birthday, Cinthy." She said cheerfully.
"Thank you," Hyacintha said, glowering a little at the childhood nickname. "Did you enjoy the ball last night?" she asked her friend.
"I did, it was amazing!" Susan "Sue" Bones gushed enthusiastically. Susan, the heiress of house Bones, and niece of the head of the DMLE looked a lot like Hyacintha, in fact. She also had red hair, though hers was closer to orange than the actual vibrant red of Hyacintha and her mother. She was also the third most powerful member of their little group. She looked to be almost fifteen, with a large chest and an hourglass figure, she would probably have a lot of Hogwarts boys drooling after her. And her giant inheritance.
"I'm glad you liked it."
"Liked what?" the voice of Daphne Greengrass asked. As she arrived, at 11am on the dot.
"Hey Daphy." Susan said. "We were just talking about Cinthy's birthday ball."
"Oh, it was absolutely lovely." The ice princess of their little group, said. Literally, the Greengrass clan were rumoured to be descendants of the Norse God Ullr, granting them very strong Ice Magic. She looked like an almost 15-year-old Norse Princess, waist-length blonde hair, icy blue eyes, pale white skin, and again, a curvy body.
It was no coincidence that all three were curvy witches. It was well known that magical power affect the beauty and physical features of witches and wizards. The more powerful a magical, the more beautiful. With magical power directly being linked to how muscular and well-hung a wizard is, and how curvy and endowed a witch is.
And Daphne, Susan and Hyacintha were powerful witches, from old and powerful families, with rumoured divine ancestors.
"Thank you." Hyacintha reacted to Daphne's compliment about the ball. "I saw you dancing with Draco Malfoy. Did you have fun?" she asked teasingly.
Daphne gave her a dark glare. "That boy believes it's his Merlin-given right to, aid the three of us in returning our families to their proper stations."
Susan and Hyacintha exchanged a look, before starting to giggle. The thought of Lucius Malfoy trying to get a Betrothal Contract out of James Potter, Amelia Bones, or Cyrus Greengrass was laughable.
"May we laugh too?" Tracey Davies and Hannah Abbott asked, the last to arrive.
Hyacintha stopped giggling, and greeted the last two members of their little friend group. "We were just laughing at Daphne having to deal with the pain in the arse that is Malfoy."
Tracey Davies and Hannah Abbott, joined in the giggling. Both were from former vassal families of the Greengrass and Bones clan respectively. Tracey Davies was a willowy brunette, looking about thirteen years old, she was slightly above average magical power. And a giant gossip. Hannah, on the other hand, was a pretty blue eyed blonde, with lightly tanned skin the fourteen-year old looking girl was also very pretty.
"Yes, yes. Let's all giggle at my misery." Daphne said with a roll of her eyes, and a fond smile.
After calming down, Hyacintha decided to take initiative. "Where shall we start our little shopping trip?"
"Jaspers'?" Susan suggested a fashion store run by a half-blood woman, who kept up with the young and modern fashion.
"Ooh, yes. I love that shop." Tracey exclaimed,
"Maybe we should go to Twilfitt's first, and have them start making our Hogwarts wear. Then we can have lunch, and go to Jaspers' after?" Daphne suggested.
"Good idea." Hyacintha said, as Susan nodded.
"Fine." Tracey grumbled. "Logic is evil."
They spent an hour deciding on a variety of modifications and accessories to make their Hogwarts robes appear a little more unique, before finally leaving Twilfitt and Tatting's and going for lunch.
After Lunch, they would go on to spend more than two hours looking at all manner of winter dresses, cloaks, trousers, gowns, coats, and a variety of other winter fashions. Before going on to spend another hour and a half in two different leatherware stores, looking at gloves, shoes, and purses.
"Anyone want to go to Ursula's?" Tracey asked, her voice sounding a little odd.
"Sure." Hannah said.
As Daphne narrowed her eyes, and her head snapped in Tracey's direction. At seeing Daphne's reaction, Hyacintha also figured out what Tracey wanted.
"Traceeeey?" Daphne asked calmly. "This sudden awkward desire to visit Ursula's. It wouldn't have anything to do with this being our first trip here without an escort to prevent us from exploring the first floor of Ursula's, would it?"
Tracey awkwardly smiled. "If I said no, would you believe me?"
"Nope." Hyacintha answered in Daphne's stead. "You're in luck though. Because whilst I have my suspicions about what we might find there, I want to explore too."
"How would you know what we might find there?" Susan asked, shocked.
"I lived in the muggle world from shortly after the Voldemort incident, until shortly before Charlus' birth. More specifically, in the third largest city. I've seen a Victoria's Secret before."
"What's a Victoria's Secret?" Hannah asked, curiously.
"A store that sells lingerie." Hyacintha said, only to explain more at their confused looks. "Lingerie is a type of undergarments for women. You'll see when we're in the store."
Then she walked towards the store, leaving her friends no choice but to follow. With a smirk, Hyacintha pointed her friends past all the normal pyjama's, brassieres, knickers, bathrobes, nightshirts, and tights. And instead led them up the stairs, where, as she suspected, Hyacintha found a very large collection of lingerie, in all manner of colours, sizes, and laciness.
The demigoddess smirked as, one by one, her friends arrived at the top of the stairs, and turned bright red.
"This, is lingerie." Hyacintha said dramatically. "Underwear made to make a woman look sexy for that special man." Then she thoughtfully added, "Or special woman, I suppose."
"Come on, girls. You're all getting a set from this floor. It's on me!" What? She was a granddaughter of Venus. No lingerie store could embarrass her.
The others spluttered for a moment, but Hyacintha would broker no arguments. "It's either that, or I send it to you for Christmas with a compulsion charm to open it in front of your family, and read a fake love letter I'll add to it aloud."
Hannah, Susan, and Tracey scurried off to go look around, cheeks bright red. "You evil, evil witch." Daphne said, before she too scurried off.
Hyacintha let out a bit of a cackle, before she too started walking around.
It wouldn't take them long to find a fitting room, where, one by one they would try on something lacy and show it to their friends.
Hyacintha didn't know it now, but the next few nights she would, again, have very vivid wet dreams. Though this time they would feature her friends and the lingerie they were trying on.
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