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"Night, Mum, Dad." Hermione Granger called down the stairs.

"Night, Sweetums. Don't stay up too long reading." Her father, Dan's, voice carried from his den.

"I won't!" She called back and turned to go to her room only to almost ran into her mother who was exiting the bathroom in a bathrobe and with a towel wrapped around her hair.

"Night, Sweetie." Her mother, Emma Granger, leant down and kissed her on the cheek.

"Night, Mum." Hermione hugged her mother before fleeing to her room.

Attending Hogwarts meant learning magic but it did come at the cost of not seeing her parents for so much of the year. It meant that when she did see them, they all were a lot more affectionate with each other as if to make up for lost time.

It made her feel bad that she was keeping so much from them.

She silently closed the door to her room and then pressed her hand to the neat rune cluster she had carefully carved into the doorframe the summer prior. Magic pulsed through the wooden door as the runic locking and avoidance charms powered up. For the next four to six hours no muggle would be able to open the door much less pay it any mind. She was guaranteed some measure of privacy for that time.

She grinned. Runes were fantastically useful and best of all they didn't trigger the Trace.

With a skip in her step she snatched up a half-filled notebook, her wand and an assortment of pens from her desk and strode purposefully towards the large antique wardrobe that dominated an entire corner of the modestly sized room. She paused in front of the dresser mirror and examined herself as she passed.

A pale face surrounded by long, wild and curly dark brown hair stared back. She smiled a bit and tossed her head prompting her wild curls to flow back and better show her face and neck. Once, she had been embarrassed by her hair. She had pretended not to care about how frizzy and tangled it had looked, cringed silently at the comments of her peers and she had hidden how much time she had put into trying to make it look manageable. Now though, she thought it her best feature and all it had taken was a potion laced shampoo and copious use of an enchanted comb. She'd never through to learn that from a Defence professor.

Her eyes dropped from her hair to where her modest bust pushed out against her sweater. She had grown over the last year and was, as her mother would say, blossoming into womanhood. She herself would more adequately call it walking the path of future back pain. While not as generous as some of the girls in her year — Lavender and Susan came to mind; those poor souls — she was still a bit bigger than most.

'Definitely bigger than Rose' the thought pushed through her mind with the memory of watching Rose change for quidditch practice. Where the red-head was built for speed on a broom, Hermione was certainly made to stay firmly on the ground. She wasn't fat or anything like that. No, the stairs at Hogwarts were generally enough to keep her fit and trim, especially with the weight of the books she carried around.

She was solid rather than lithe like Rose or Luna and it showed in the toned swell of her hips and thighs, another consequence of too many staircases. Still, she did look good in her tight jeans. She'd even caught more than a few of her classmates, and even one of the professors, checking out her rear on more than one occasion when she was out of uniform on the weekend.

Shaking her head she banished such thoughts she stepped away from the mirror and turned once more to the large vintage wardrobe which she opened to reveal it's empty interior. With one last look at the bedroom door to ensure it was definitely warded for the night she stepped into the wardrobe and closed it behind her.

There was a moment of vertigo and her ears popped as the air pressure suddenly changed slightly but it soon passed. Opening the wardrobe again to reveealed a completely different room in a completely different part of the country from the one she started in.

She once again felt a moment of awe at the seamlessness of this method of travel. Why on earth the magical world had let the use of vanishing cabinets fall to the wayside in preference to the sickening rollercoaster that was the Floo system or the crushing awfulness of Apperation, she would never understand.

'Magicals,' she mentally sighed, 'are often anything but logical.' She properly stepped out of the paired Vanishing Cabinet and looked around the well-appointed study she now found herself in.

True to herself she noticed the bookshelves first, her mind automatically checking for new titles that she might have missed since the last time she was here. The shelves lined two whole walls of the room and stretched floor to high ceiling. They were crammed to bursting with old, leather-bound tomes of knowledge as well as small items of interest such as a polished dagger in a stand, a rose encased in rune-etched crystal, a tarnished tiara in the shape of a raven and a small case holding an Order of Merlin medal - third class.

Her fingers itched to pluck one of the heavy tomes from the shelf and dive between it's pages of hidden knowledge. Still, she held herself back. These books weren't just filled with intellectual revelations, some few were filled with dangerous and dark magics. One did have to know their enemy in order to combat them after all.

"Ah, Hermione, dear. Is it truly ten, already?" A deep yet pleasant voice cut through her thirst for knowledge.

"Professor." Hermione tore her eyes from the bookshelves to look at the handsome blond man that sat behind a large desk come workspace. "Thank you again for giving me this opportunity."

Gilderoy Lockhart was truly a hero made flesh. Terribly intelligent, wonderfully charismatic, incredibly brave and quite handsome. Hermione, as always, had to push down the blush that threatened to blossom on her cheeks when she interacted with her favourite professor.

It didn't help that the candlelight glinted wonderfully off his golden hair or that the moonlight from the large windows overlooking the garden behind him outlined his sculpted physique through his thin white silk shirt.

She still could not believe that he had offered to tutor her through the Summer. To let her practice magic in his home where the Trace couldn't condem her. To let her study from his large and diverse library. 'Can't let that wonderful mind of yours wither on the vine, can we?' the memory of those words filled her with pride and other, headier emotions.

Gilderoy put down the ridiculously large peacock quill he favoured and casually dried parchment with a wave of his hand. 'His hand, not his wand,' Hermione's mind noted the effortless display of wandless magic and she found herself biting her lip once again, 'such power and skill. Such mastery.'

"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione." The professor toyed with her name. "How many times do I have to remind you that when it's just us, feel free to call me 'Gilderoy.'"

This time the blush escaped her and her cheeks reddened. "Oh, I couldn't do that, Professor."

Gilderoy shook he head bemusedly. "If you must." He humoured her.

She must. 'Professor' sounded much better in her head. More authoritative. More in control. More attractive.

The Professor tilted his head to the side. "I hope you don't mind if I continue to call you 'Hermione' during our little tête-à-tête's. You will, of course, remain 'Miss Granger' in the classroom."

"It's fine, Professor." 'Don't blush again, don't blush again!'

Gilderoy smiled widely. "Good, good, it's such a wonderful name. Would be a shame not to use it. Your parents did you a great service with their naming of you."

Hermione tilted her head in confusion. "Wonderful? My name? I'll admit it's somewhat unique but honestly, it's more a pain having to explain the pronunciation to others more than anything."

"Tut tut tut." Gilderoy stood and walked around the desk. "Names hold great importance in the magical world, Hermione. Tell me, have you ever heard the term 'Nomen est omen?'"

Hermione frowned. "I don't think so, it's Latin though, it means 'the name is the sign,' right?"

Gilderoy smile grew, if possibly, even wider. "That's right! I would award points for that alone but… well, not in class, ha-HA! How about Nominative Determinism or perhaps Onomancy?"

Hermione shook her head. It annoyed her that she didn't know the answers. But then, that's why she was here. To learn from someone so much more… experienced.

"That's to be expected somewhat, Onomancy isn't really touched upon until after your OWLs in Arithmancy and you did drop Divination which is the other class it comes up in."

Gilderoy paced around her as he spoke, close enough for Hermione to smell him. Smoky pepper and rosemary mixed with patchouli and something woody and under that was a masculine scent and the smell of sex.

'Which whore was it this time?' her mind demanded but she pushed the thought away. What he did and who he did in his own time wasn't any of her business. But even still, the idea of him pushing her down, his lips on her neck, his hands grasping. God, it was intoxicating! It almost made her wish he didn't have such strict rules about taking students to bed. Many had tried at school and yet all had failed, at least before they graduated. She had heard that he was open to the idea once they had left Hogwarts.

Oblivious to her train of thought he cast spells at the walls and bookshelves with graceful twists of his wand and a semi-transparent shield layered itself over anything that could be damaged.

"Nominative Determinism is a muggle term that relates to the idea that a person's name has an influence on their future, in particular, their occupation." Hermione turned her head to follow him as he spoke and cast. "Someone named something like Johnathan Stone would have an increased propensity to become something like a stone mason. A Rose Gardener would more likely work with flowers of some sort."

Hermione swallowed thickly before she spoke. "But isn't it the other way around? That someone who works in those fields adopts a name that reflects their occupation and then their children are then more likely to follow in their parents' footsteps?"

"Yes, quite right, indeed." Gilderoy clapped his hands softly and Hermione preened. "At least in muggle society, the notion that a name could influence one's future has been largely debunked."

He finished preparing the room and twirled his wand in a silly and overly flamboyant manner as he turned to face her and took up a duelling stance.

Hermione was quick to put her notebook on his desk, get into position across from him and raise her wand in her own much less practiced stance.

He nodded as she prepared herself then set of three quick red spells that streaked towards her in a triangular pattern. Hermione twisted to present a smaller profile and waved her wand in a wide half circle.

"Protecto!" the blue shield appeared before her and took two of the spells with a loud ringing sound while the third streaked past and spluttered out against the protective shields he had layered on the room.

"Stupify!" She returned fire with a stunner of her own and the Defence Professor simply leant backward and allowed the spell to sail past.

In that manner thay kept exchanging spells. Hermione was required to either dodge or shield and take what opportunities she could to return fire. Quickly she worked up a slight sweat while Gilderoy didn't even look like he was exerting himself.

Taking a moment to take a slight breather, Hermione continued to conversation. "So, in the magical world, it's different?"

"Hmm?" Lockhart tilted his head.

"The name thing?" she clarified and he nodded.

"Very much so. Names have power when magic is involved. Magic, as you know, is enhanced by certain fundamental Laws; which are?" He suddenly asked.

"The Law of Similarity, the Law of Definition, the Law of Precedent, the Law of Contagion, and Gump's Law's of Elemental Transfiguration." Hermione listed quickly.

The Professor nodded along as Hermione named the Laws, then she had to dive as she shot a disarmer at her.

"Yes, yes. Quite right. Though you missed the 'First Law' but that's understandable as, despite the name, it's not touched upon at Hogwarts. Also Gamp's Laws are something entirely different." He waved a hand dismissively at the last comment as she got back to her feet and attempted to transfigure the rug into a snake to attack him.

He watched the newly made serpent follow her directions to slither towards him with a smirk on his face.

"The first Law, Professor?" Hermione asked, hanging on to his every word even as she mentally directed her transfiguration to attack and he responded by transfiguring a lamp into a mongoose which attacked her construct in turn.

She tried to take advantage of the distraction the two false creations presented and cast a quick disarmer at him. She nearly got him too as Gilderoy Lockhart's steps faltered slightly before he replied in a soft tone.

"The First Law states that the more one pushes against certain mysteries of magic; the greater and more terrible the consequences." He said, face void of his usual cheer. "A message that one would be best not to forget; everything has a price."

The mongoose ripped the throat out of the serpent.

Hermione blinked at the violence of the transfiguration and at his sudden and abrupt change of tone yet before she could comment he bounced back to his usual chipper self and tossed another series of spells at her.

She growled slightly as she ducked what she was sure was a tickling charm. She had been hit with that one before and Rose would never let her live down nearly wetting herself. 'Stupid blood James, the prat.'

She turned her duck into a roll and came up letting off a silent Nipple Twisting Jinx that Rose had taught her and she had put to great use getting revenge on James. 'Oh, how he squealed!'

Lockhart cocked an eyebrow as he flicked his wand, diverting the spell away.

"Really?" he asked.

She just shrugged, unapologetically. It was a duel after all.

He rolled his eyes and continued as they both kept casting at each other. Hermione trying more and more to cast silently for that extra chance of getting in a hit in.

"In the situation of names, the Laws of Similarity, Definition and Precedence are the main contributors to the theory. The name of a magical child can… resonate might be the best word, they can resonate with other aspects of magic and in turn, affect the future in some ways." He tried to explain as he shielded a flipendo with ease.

He dropped his shield and twirled his wand in a tight circle, Hermione raised a shield of her own quickly just before a coil of red rope sprung from his wand and flew at Hermione.

"While the practice has largely fallen out of favour today, parents in the magical once world have consulted a soothsayer to divine their child's future and gift them a suitable name. Doing so would tap into these Laws of Magic and help encourage the best possible future for them."

The rope slipped right through her own shield which had been calibrated for spells and not something physical and it wrapped tightly around her torso and between her legs, pinning her arms to her side and pulling her already tight sweater tighter around her.

"Is that, argh, why there are so many… eh, unique names in the magical world? Bloody! Especially among the elder generation?" Hermione asked as she grunted her anoyance and tried to wiggle out from her bindings. The rope pressed against her flesh through the layers of her clothes and the contricting feeling was oddly enjoyable, so too was the way the rope pressed against her groin through her jeans. Heat rushed to her face as she imagined how she must look, trussed up and writhing his feet.

Gilderoy Lockhart grinned as he watched her squirm, quite enjoying the view. Still, he answered quick enough.

"Quite so. Take for example 'Severus Snape.' Severus from Latin, meaning 'severe' or 'stern' and Snape from middle English meaning 'one who lives near a steep incline,' or perhaps less charitably from the Old Norse 'Sneypa' meaning 'to outrage, dishonour or disgrace.'

Hermione frowned and wiggled awkwardly in her bindings as she tried to point her wand back towards ropes. "That's not very nice. He might be a bit mean sometimes but he did save me in my first year." Her hip and side hurt something dreadful in memory of the troll and the club. Professor Snape had been like a dark knight, swooping in to save her.

Lockhart grinned. "Too true. The name 'Snape' applied more to his father, I think, but you didn't hear that from me." He winked as Hermione continued to frown and struggle and blush.

'Stupid rope rubbing against me in stupidly hot ways!' She was biting her lip again.

"Perhaps you would feel better if we attributed him with his mother's maiden name which her family didn't allow him to take up? 'Severus Prince' has much better connotations, does it not?"

Hermione blush deepened. "Y-yeah" A severe and dark prince fit the potion's professor to a tee in her mind but she would never admit it out loud. A strict and stern professor, tying her up and forcing her to obey… 'Maybe I have issues with teacher figures?' she relectantly admitted to herself.

She finally managed to point her wand at the right angle and cast a severing charm that cut her bindings yet also created a large gash in her top from the side across her belly and up across her breasts. "Damn it!"

Lockhart snorted but did not turn away as she crawled to her feet and cast a hasty reparo on the sweater. Now that she was no longer quite literally spilling out of her top, she quickly spun towards the Professor and let loose a barrage of minor jinxes in the hope of catching him off guard with quantity.

Yet Gilderoy easily intercepted them. Knocking away most with the tip of his wand and simply stepping out of the way of the rest, he only needed to shield as she tried to slip a bombarda in among the prank spells. He could take it.

"On a nicer note, 'Pomona Sprout' has a name truly suited to her specialisation. Pomona meaning 'lady of the fruits' or 'fertile' from the Latin 'Pōmus' for 'fruit tree,' and 'Sprout,' which I'm sure you attribute the meaning to that one." He continued to batter away spells. "Keep your back straight and maintain a side profile." He also instructed her on her stance when he noticed her slipping.

Hermione nodded and straightened, eyes wide as she made the many, many associations in the names of the witches and wizards she had encountered. The anecdotal evidence was truly adding up.

She then had to put her all into a shield as the Professor sent a borderline dark stunner at her. The darker hued red spell would wrack the body with painful electrical currents as it stunned. In the hands of the untrained, it could kill by stopping the heart. Thankfully, the professor wasn't so inexperienced. She had been hit by it before after all.

"You suggested that naming your child with the help of divination had fallen out of favour, why?" Hermione asked once the dangerous spell had ricocheted off her shield into the floor. She was wondering why people wouldn't take advantage of the process to give their children a leg up. She also decided that one dangerous spell deserved another and flung a bonebreaker at her teacher who only grinned and dodged. 'Arse!'

"Well for starters the magic, by definition, must be vague. You can name a child in hope that their name will bring them fortune but you cannot rely on it or try and force it. But truly, it fell out of favour due to a series of poorly chosen names that had terrible consequences for their holders."

"Such as?" They had paused in their casting and were circling each other warily… or at least wary in Hermione's case, Lockhart was grinning his damned charming grin.

"Perhaps the most recent instance I can think of is that of a man named 'Remus Lupin,' he was bitten by a werewolf as a child."

Hermione flinched. 'Wolf Wolf' was bitten by a 'werewolf.' It was almost comedic in its tragedy. "That's awful."

"Indeed." Lockhart nodded. "Many parents choose now to give their children more common names instead of courting fate. Though some of the more Pureblood families maintain the tradition. Young Mr Malfoy comes to mind."

Hermione curled her nose at the idea of Draco being anything like a dragon. But the last name certainly fit, in her opinion. They continued to circle each other as they spoke.

"Common names, muggle names, lose much of the power they hold over a magical individual's life. The Laws of Definition, Similarity and Precedence become stretched thin over so many individuals. So when I say that your parents did you a great favour in gifting you your name, I was being quite serious. While 'Granger' is a bit too common to hold much sway over your destiny. 'Hermione' has much more power."

Gilderoy stopped pacing to stare down at her and she shivered under the intensity of his gaze. It was like he was looking deeper than surface level and peering into her soul.

"Will you be the virtuous victim of an unworthy and obstinate lover, torn down and disparaged like the Sicilian Queen of a Winter's Tale? Or maybe you will be a powerful force? A protector? A Thief? An inventor? Will you stand between worlds, connecting both the magical and muggle worlds like Hermes connected the Upper and Lower realms?"

Hermione swallowed. She didn't want to be a victim. She never wanted to be at the mercy of another again. Not troll, or wizard or any other. She would decide who, if anyone, had power over her.

"On that note, the warm-up is over now." Lockhart broke the heavy atmosphere in the air and cast a fast and dangerous blasting hex and Hermione stopped thinking and responded quickly with a small shield that intersected the spell. She spun to the side, dodging his follow up spell and conjured a flock of sparrows that she sent to peck out his eyes.

Gilderoy transfigured the birds into wicked blades that flowed around him as he twirled his wand and flew back at his student with speed.

Hermione ducked and summoned her notebook, enlarging it as it flew in front of her. Four daggers missed but three buried themselves in the enlarged pages. With a flick of her wand, she turned the ruined book to stone and blasted it back at the Professor with a follow up bombada maxima that exploded the book and sent the blades flying out like so much shrapnel. But he wasn't where she had last seen him and the combo went to waste.

She looked around the room wildly, searching for the man when he dropped from the ceiling and landed behind her. She spun, somehow sensing the movement, yet, his curse was already on the tip of his wand and tongue. Much too close for her to get off a spell of her own.

So she kicked him in the groin.

"Nurplis twix-argh!" He crumpled around the blow, hands reaching down to cradle his most precious of jewels.

Hermione was breathing heavily. The short exchange was more strenuous than all their back to forth spells from before. "I-I win?" She managed before a force swept her off her feet and suspended her in the air by her ankles and a disarmer relived her of her wand which flew into the free hand of the Professor.

"You haven't won until your opponent is disarmed or dead." Lockhart grunted. "Still, good use of physical violence. Most magicals forget the dangers of getting in close." Himself included apparently.

Hermione glared upside down at him as he conjured a bag of ice to hold against his groin.

"So… what does Gilderoy Lockhart mean, name wise? Sore looser perhaps?" She decided to use the break to ask more questions.

"That my mother had red hair." He replied with snark. "Still, I do like the name. Much better than something common… like Tom."

He glanced at the clock on the wall. "We've got time for another round before you should get to bed."

Hermione grinned. She was learning so much in these private lessons.

I had to bite my own hand to both keep from screaming and to keep the fires that lay smouldering inside me actually inside me.

"Mhmmmhhmmm!" I moaned and screamed into the flesh that was clenched between my teeth.

Luna had wrapped her arms around my thighs and was holding on with all her might to prevent me from pulling away, or worse squeezing them tight, as she continued to suck greedily on my clit.

I bucked as another wave of beautifully sweet agony swept through me and the kitchen table on which I was laying shifted suddenly with the grating of wooden legs on stone.

Breakfast lay in a scattered mess about us and my pale skin shone with the sickly threads of Royal Jelly that Luna had missed with her tongue in her impatience to reach the true honeypot.

The days following that first afternoon at the pond had passed much the same as the days before then but now with copious amounts of sex. We were, quite literally, two horny teenagers without parental oversight and we were taking advantage of each and every moment.

Luna and I had gone back to sharing a bed and each morning I woke with Luna in my arms and I couldn't be more content. We woke each other with kisses and caresses which lead to more amorous explorations of each other in the bedroom… or the shower… or, as of this morning, the breakfast table.

Each day that passed was better than to day before as Luna and I cemented our relationship and before we knew it, over a week had passed since I had awoken in this world as a strange combination of souls.

A sound to my right had me looking over to Pixie who was watching us both with wide, excited eyes. The cute little elf girl had her toga pulled up and was rapidly masturbating. Her small fingers plunging in and out of her hairless pussy.

As I spasmed again from Luna's ministrations and knocked another plate over the table to shatter on the floor, the small creature twitched and tensed and a veritable flood of juices splattered between her legs onto the floor as Pixie came hard while squeaking. "Such a mess, Mistresses make such a glorious mess!"

It took me a second to realise that the changed house elf wasn't getting off to us, or at least not to us alone, but to the mess we were making of the breakfast table. House elves were weird.

I put the strange elf out of mind and looked back down over my heaving chest at the head of blond hair between my legs wrapped my thighs tighter around Luna's shoulders. I pressed her mouth harder against my sex and she kept edging me to more and more orgasms. I was torn between wanting to return the favour to my favourite blond and wanting her to never stop doing that swirling thing with her tongue. FUCK!

It was then, in a moment of endorphin addled inspiration, that I had a wonderful, terrible, wonderful idea. Pushing the roaring storm of magic into one of the rings on my left hand, I brought forth a familiar rotating magic circle beside the table and all it took was me dragging it along and through both Luna and I to properly activate it.

Luna glanced up as the bright runic circle passed over her and her eyes widened dramatically as from the circle two naked twins of the two of us emerged.

The clones glanced down at the two of us and my clone grinned wickedly while Luna's clone was just as stunned as her original at the sudden development. Thankfully, my clone knew what to do and gently led Luna's duplicate over to me.

The Luna clone let out a small "Eep!" as my clone lifted the smaller girl up onto the table and positioned her to kneel directly over my head.

"What is-?" the new Luna started to ask before my clone pushed down on her shoulders until I could reach her dripping snatch and I grabbed her thighs and dug in. "Ohh! Never mind"

I felt my twin kiss the clone above me before she circled around and positioned herself behind the original Luna while trailing her fingers across the girl's back. I felt Luna twitch with each caress, hypersensitive with anticipation.

CRACK!

The sudden clap of my clone's hand impacting Luna's pert rear was strangely loud yet none of us noticed but for Luna jumping with the sudden impact.

I could hear the blond girl whimper needfully as my clones ran her palm between Luna's legs and cupped her dripping sex, scooping her juices onto her fingers and brining those wet digits to her lips to lick clean.

I couldn't see it, but I heard both mine and Luna's clones chuckle as Luna wiggled her little arse in the air in a silent plead for more.

My clone gave the girl what she wanted and slipped her two middle fingers into Luna from behind and started making a curling 'come hither motion' with them which had the quirky girl moaning into my own sex where the vibrations of her voice added another layer of pleasure.

My clone kept masturbating Luna with one hand and with the other she cupped the Luna-clone's head and pulled her face down into a hot and messy kiss.

Which was a shame, really, as it meant none of us heard the door opening.

"Moon-blossom?!"

We all froze.

The clones separated and turned to stare, wide eyed, at the man who had just entered the room. I twisted and tilted my head back over the edge of the table to peer, upside down, at blond man in a bright yellow robe.

It says something about how distracted I was that I didn't recognise the man and that my first instinct was to assume he was a Death Eater. So it was that Heaven's Eyes activated as I searched his thin but fit figure for a dark mark. It was due to that that I saw the bandages and the remnants of a bite mark on his junk… but no Dark Mark. I hastily suppressed the ability to see through just about anything as Luna released my clit with a wet popping sound and tilted herself to look around her clone at the newcomer.

"Hi, Daddy!" she waved happily. "You're home early."

It seemed that the universe had a very, very poor sense of humour as the Grimoire that had been silent for the last few days chose reach out at that moment.

+300 CP

1400 CP - Rolling…

Freed Genie (Aladdin) – 400 CP

You are a freed genie. That means that you do not get the Unlimited Cosmic Power of your bound cousins. As such you have a much larger mana reserve than normal, vast magical knowledge, gain the power of flight and even the power to change your form at will. You also no longer need such things as foci or incantations to cast your spells.

Just like in the animated series, your magic can be blocked or negated by the proper forces. And you count as magic for anything that targets it. So stay away from magic eating monsters and anti-magic zones if you know what is good for you. But know that you are still on par with the powerful sorcerers of this world. Unlike Genie from the franchise, your power will not grow back to the Unlimited Cosmic Power levels over your time in this world on its own. This limit can be removed post jump if you can find a proper way.

Accepted.

1000 CP Banked.

My mind zeroed in on one line and one line alone 'the power to change your form at will' and I had accepted the perk before I had even finished understanding it.

Still, not only was this a huge boost in power and ability, limitless shapeshifting! How could i say no to that? I was finally going to get my dick back! You know… right before it was cursed off by an irate father.

The star surged into my collection of celestial sparks and literally swallowed up the star that was my Veela transformation. From this swollen, bright point of magic, smoke seeped out and entered the constantly churning storm. I could feel my magic surging, billowing, expanding upwards and outwards within me. The star filling my storm with ever more and more silver-grey smoke. Green sparks at first flickered around my skin and whisps of silver escaped me with every breath as the storm grew all-encompassing within me.

Both Luna and her father narrowed their gaze on me as with a twist, I dissolved into a plume of silver smoke shot through with green lightning. Where once the storm had been contained within me, now I was the storm incarnate. Magic made flesh. Will made reality. Reality made my new plaything!

Luna, the Luna clone and my own clone scrambled back from the kitchen table and Xenophilus backed away as I willed my smoky form to coalesce into a swirling funnel of magic.

"Obscurus!" Xenophilus gasped. He drew his wand and brandished it at me yet faltered when it came to what spell to cast.

With a bit of urgency now, I pulled my swirling from together and, much to my annoyance, felt myself reform into the familiar feminine shape that I had been wearing for the last week. As smoke became flesh, I managed to remember to hide my nudity and what stray whisps of magic that didn't compress into my body, I moulded into appropriate clothing… such as green harem pants and a belly revealing crop top.

Look, there were certain expectations that had to be adhered to and I wanted to tease Luna. Do you think she would like me to call her master?

Now appearing the picture of an Arabian Genie, I held my hands up to Luna's father and said the first thing that came to mind.

"It's not what it looks like!"

The room was still, Xeno just looked at me, his wand still pointed in my direction and one eyebrow creeping ever higher on his face.

"It's… not what it looks like?" He asked. "Because it looks like a Heliopath was just having sex with my daughter."

"Very good sex too." Luna piped up from behind me and resisted the urge to turn and glare at her.

"Ok… it might be what it looks like." I admitted.

Xeno tilted his head. "No boys and their dangly bits?"

Luna answered from behind me. "No boys and no danglies, Daddy."

There was another tense moment of silence before Xenophilus nodded and put his wand back up his sleave in one quick motion.

"Alright then. Well, as long you're having fun, Moonpie." He winked at Luna, both of them and with both eyes. How I still knew that was a wink rather than a blink, I could not tell you. "Try not to make too much noise, Daddy is going to go take a nap."

And with that he turned and walked out the room in awkward crab-like shuffle and I was suddenly reminded that someone had tried to take a bite out of his dick and any sudden blood flow to the area was likely quite painful… poor fellow.

"Soooo…." Luna started in a slow drawl. "Shall we?" she made a vague and hopeful motion back to the kitchen table.

"Yeah, we should probably clean that up." I agreed, not noticing Luna's smile drop and her shoulders suddenly sag.

"Oh, yeah… that too." She admitted in a disappointed tone and started helping clean up. The clones shrugged moved to assist.

I just cocked my head at her. Wasn't that what she meant?

As we picked up the broken plates and scattered breakfast foods, I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face. With only a thought I shifted back and forth between male and female. Breasts shrinking into a sculptured chest before bouncing back, curves flattening into sturdy muscles then returning to feminine beauty. My clothes shifted to fit my changing form with only a thought.

I had my dick back and I couldn't wait to show it off… you know, when there wasn't a chance that Luna's father wouldn't walk back into the room... No dangly bits indeed.

It was as I was trying to scrape dried egg yolk off the stone floor that I remembered that someone was missing. Where the hell did Pixie go?

In a large and ostentatious mansion in the county of Wiltshire, Pixie stalked her prey with a jar of Royal Jelly in hand.

A blond teen ponce yawned and stretched as he left his bedroom and froze at the sight of the strangely attractive, half-naked elf that was sneaking up on the family's house elf with breakfast condiment in hand. He raised a finger as if to alert the house elf or perhaps call attention to the fact that the manor had an intruder, yet paused and lowered his hand and shut his mouth. It was way too early for this shit and he was going back to bed. It was probably Potter's fault anyway.

Getting back under the covers, he pulled the covers back over his head to drown out the light seeping around the edges of the curtains and tried to get back to sleep. The last thing he heard before drifting back into the sweet embrace of slumber was a high pitched and panicked voice.

"Dobby is not worthy!"