Harry Potter - Just Another Student

“It’s hard to explain. It’s just a lot of pressure, that’s all”, Harry said quietly, trying not to raise his voice too much in the library.

“Like for exams? I understand the pressure for things like a N.E.W.T.” Hermione whispered, smiling at her friend. What had been intended to be a studious session in the library was turning into an unexpected heart to heart with Harry.

“It’s worse than that – far worse. Imagine looking around and knowing that everyone has an expectation of you that’s bigger than anything you think you could achieve. That’s what it feels like to be the chosen one.”

“I see”, Hermione said, nodding thoughtfully and trying to get back into the potion recipe she had been reading. No matter how much she focused on the text, she was too distracted to take any of it in. “Do you ever wish you could blend in with the background some more? You know, just become like any other student?” she asked, intriguingly. Harry took a moment to ruminate on her question, adjusting his glasses.

“Actually, I think that would be nice. Maybe just so I can focus on my studies, without all this pressure”, he said, tapping his own book that he was finding similarly obtuse. Hermione’s mind was whirring. This was a puzzle, and one that she knew the answer to. She clapped the book closed, standing up.

“Meet me in the dormitory this afternoon – I’ve got an idea you’re going to love”, she said, excitedly.

Later that day, Harry paced back and forth inside the dorms. Slowly, he could hear two sets of footsteps coming closer, and looking up he spotted Hermione, as expected. Next to her was Ginny. Each of them was carrying a small bundle, wrapped in cloth.

“What are you doing here?” Harry asked, looking at Ginny. She frowned slightly, taken aback.

“Hermione asked me to help with her plan. Is that an issue?”

“No, of course not”, Harry said, softening. “What is it, anyway?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” Hermione said, quickly tidying away a cluttered table to place down their bundles. “You wanted to blend in with the background, right?” Hermione said, beginning her lecture confidently.

“Ginny’s helped me brew up a Polyjuice potion, plus a few extra ingredients”, she said, smiling. “The effects should be longer lasting, and make sure you’re not just going to become a copy of someone – you’re going to become a variation of them.”

“Okay”, Harry said, unconvinced. “Who am I becoming a variation of?”

Hermione grinned, pointing one finger towards her face.

“Me! You’re going to be my new sister!”

“No way – no one is going to believe that! Everyone knows you don’t have a sister”, Harry said. “Besides, I don’t know how to do any of that, you know, girl stuff!”

Ginny chuckled at his distaste for their idea.

“We’ve worked out a way of changing the potion. It’s almost like an illusion, layered on top of it – everyone who looks at you will know that you’re Hermione’s sister, with the memories to match”, she said triumphantly, glad that Hermione and herself had already planned for Harry’s concerns.

“And as for the ‘girl stuff’ as you so politely put it”, Hermione said, interlacing her fingers. “We’ll do some subtle spells on your own memory – nothing serious, of course. But enough for you to get by.”

Harry spent another moment thinking. Ginny unwrapped her bundle, revealing the small bottle containing the Polyjuice potion. It was golden in colour, the fluid swirling around within the bottle as if it had a mind of its own.

“You said this potion was longer lasting. How much longer?” Harry asked.

“As long as you want it to be”, Hermione said smugly. “Simply focus on the memory of being in your own body, and the effects will revert.”

“That easy?” Harry said.

“It’s that easy!” Ginny said, reassuringly. “It really is a triumph of potion making. Hermione’s done great.”

“You helped too, remember”, Hermione said to Ginny who looked at the floor, embarrassed. “Just think, Harry. This is a chance for you to live as a normal student for a while. No pressure, no worries of being someone special. Isn’t that tempting?”

As much as Harry thought the potion idea was drastic, the girls were right. It would give him a break from the pressure and allow him to focus on his studies for a time, before getting back to the normality of being abnormal.

“Fine. Let’s do this”, Harry said. Ginny and Hermione looked delighted, unravelling the other bundle on the table. Harry recognised the fabric inside as a girl’s uniform, impeccably folded. “What’s this?” he asked as Ginny brought it over to him.

“You really should pay more attention in Snape’s potion lessons. You should know that a Polyjuice potion won’t change a person’s clothes”, Hermione said, teasingly.

“So you want me to dress up in your old uniform?” Harry asked, moving aside the fabric.

“Yes! And the rest of it, of course”, Hermione said, her voice trailing off as Harry saw the bra and panties towards the bottom of the pile, complete with a pair of shined shoes. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” she continued, moving closer to him. “You wanted to be just another student.”

Harry rolled the fabric of the uniform between his fingertips. Once again, they were right. The disguise would be nothing without the uniform, despite how uncomfortable he was to squeeze into a woman’s clothes.

“Fine”, Harry said, resigned. “Can you at least look away?”

“Why would we do that?” Hermione said, laughing. “We’ve seen naked people before”, she added, with Ginny joining her in chuckling. Reluctantly, Harry began to strip down.

The dormitory was usually a comfortable temperature, but now that Harry was naked he could feel a chill in the air. He began to shiver slightly, but whether that was due to the cold or Hermione and Ginny snickering at him, he couldn’t tell. He tried to shield his manhood from their sight, but he knew it was only a matter of time before they would see everything.

“If you’re cold Harry, why not put some clothes on?” Hermione suggested in a mocking tone.

“Yeah! Here, you won’t be needing these anymore!” Ginny said, gathering up his male uniform that had been discarded. He realised his vision was blurred without his glasses. Harry tried to settle his nerves by reminding himself that he’d be wearing the familiar uniform again soon. As quickly as he could, he grabbed the panties, sliding them up over his legs while he tried to block out the giggling of the women. Even without his glasses he could tell they were staring at him, and it made him feel pathetic.

The panties were soft and white, pulled up tight over his bulge. They didn’t fit at all, but Harry knew it wouldn’t be long before he had the body to match them, alongside everything else he would need. He could already feel himself flushing red with embarrassment.

“What’s the matter? Are you embarrassed to be wearing my old panties?” Hermione said with a snigger. Harry’s silence gave her all the response she needed. “Don’t worry – I’m sure they’ll feel much more comfortable soon!”

Harry fumbled with the bra, awkwardly stretching the straps over his shoulders. A part of him wanted to ask the girls for help with the tiny clasp on his back, but they seemed to be enjoying the view too much to be of any use. The cups were loose on his chest, a brilliant white to match the panties. Next, he grabbed the shirt, pushing his arms through the sleeves that were already too tight for him. The buttons on the other side was momentarily confusing, but Harry found he soon got the hang of it. He stretched out the grey pleated skirt, pulling it up and over his legs until it sat on his waist. He tried pulling it lower, but no matter where he placed it, he still felt exposed – the girlish giggling only making his shame grow further. He tucked the shirt into the skirt, fastened his tie, then pulled on a sleeveless jumper. It was edged with the familiar Gryffindor colours, but the material was looser around his chest than he would have liked. Finally, Harry slid the socks up – finding it strange to have them keep climbing higher until they finished just underneath his knees. His feet ached as he squeezed them into Hermione’s old shoes, the leather flexing to accommodate his bigger size. Meekly, he faced the girls.

“How do I look?” he asked, quietly. There was a moment of torturous silence, then the two girls burst out laughing.

“Wow Harry, you look so silly!” Ginny said being snorts of laughter, each one making Harry feel more ashamed.

“I hope you make a cuter girl than you look right now”, Hermione said, handing him the potion. Harry opened it quickly, wanting this over as soon as possible. He popped off the cork, and began to drink. It tasted odd – bitter at first, but the more he drunk to more the taste became delicious. Soon, it was a rich caramel, sweet but refined as it flowed down his throat. Harry swallowed, handing the bottle back to Hermione who was watching him with interest.

“What now?” Harry asked. Then, the changes began.

He instinctively clutched at his gut as the organs within began to writhe and change. The sweetness of the potion now tasted bitter, forming a painful knot deep within his stomach that spread nauseously throughout his body. Harry stretched out his hands as he watched his skin bubbling. Thick boils were forming and fading on his skin, his whole flesh pulsating. He touched the new skin in its place, shocked to find it soft and sensitive. Curious, he pressed one finger to his forehead. The stinging, painful scar was gone, replaced with unblemished skin. Harry’s mouth fell open in shock.

“What the matter, Harry?” Hermione asked with a smile. “Scared no one will recognise the famous hero, Harry Potter?”

Harry did not have time to respond before a new surge of changes took hold. He yelped as his bones began to crack and reform. The bones of his feet painfully adjusted, but now allowed his feet to fit inside the smaller shoes comfortably. His legs grew longer, and his torso compressed. Harry yelled in pain, and the two women shared a panicked look between each other.

“I thought you said it wouldn’t hurt him?” Ginny said, concerned.

“It’s not supposed to! But I suppose this potion is untested…” Hermione said, thinking. “We should start the mental changes before anyone arrives and learns what we’re doing.”

Harry moaned once more as his arms slimmed down, followed by his shoulders cracking inwards. His pelvis split and grew wider, giving him slightly curving hips. The bulk across his male body was gone, the uniform now fitting more comfortably than before. Too distracted by pain to notice their words, the two women began to slowly pace around him, chanting a spell in unison. Harry spotted their wands pointing at his head.

“Remember how you used to tease me for spending so long brushing my hair?” Hermione asked, noticing Harry’s short hair now growing out in tumbling brown curls. “I think you’re going to learn to do it for just as long!”

Harry’s head felt fuzzy. There was a pressure on his mind as the two witches went about their work. His memories felt squeezed, being tucked away and hidden as new thoughts crept in, suggested by Hermione and Ginny.

“You remember being my sister, and growing up with me”, Hermione said hypnotically as Harry stared at his changing body. “No magical parents, no feeling like a hero – just my little sister, attending Hogwarts.” She willed the thoughts into him, sharing a portion of her own memories with Harry. “You want to impress your loving parents by getting good grades. It’s what you strive for, even if you don’t always achieve them.”

Unthinkingly, Harry nodded his head, feeling the hair shift about his ears. A burning sensation was rising across his body as the fat beneath his soft skin bubbled. It crept up along his legs, thickening his thighs. His rear fattened, the panties now stretching out to a more appropriate size. From the waist down, Harry was left slightly curvy, the pleated skirt now looking far more appropriate. Hermione watched the changes with excitement.

“You can say goodbye to Quidditch with a body like that – far too soft and dainty for anything sporty!” she said, forcing the memories into Harry’s mind. Ginny nodded approvingly, continuing the spell. “You spend your time reading Witch Weekly, not checking the Quidditch scores!”

More weight was building across Harry’s chest. The heat burned hotter and hotter, concentrating on his nipples hidden away beneath the bra. Strangely, as Harry’s mind shifted, the heat stopped being painful. As his swollen nipples brushed against the silk of the bra, he found that he was enjoying the sensation. He moaned softly as his breasts grew, and he found his small hands wandering up to massage them through the fabric. He knew he should stop, especially given the present company, but the feeling was too exhilarating.

“No more being friends with Ron!” Ginny said. “You’re just one of the girls now – you should hang out with Luna instead!” she added. Memories of Harry’s close friendship with Ron were fading. “I think it’s working! It’s not as painful as before!” Ginny said to Hermione. “Or at least, Harry’s stopped complaining…”

The fatty mounds filled out the bra perfectly, stretching out the shirt and vest on top of them. The slight hint of the cleavage beneath was emphasised by the angular lines of the vest, and the tie that was squeezed between them. Hermione stared at them, somewhat envious, knowing they were larger than her own. Harry didn’t notice, soft pants emerging from his lips as the pleasure built.

With more cracks, Harry’s face shifted. The square jaw was gone, now daintier and more pointed. His cheekbones grew more pronounced, and with a final push his skull shrank in size. His eyes shifted in colour and his vision became perfect. Layers of makeup were slowly growing across his face – first a few splatters of foundation, then a soft pink lipstick, followed by mascara.

“I hope you’ve got time in the morning to sort your make up!” Hermione said delightedly. “We can’t have you looking unattractive for the boys now, can we?”

There was a clear resemblance to Hermione in Harry’s new features, but slightly younger and more refined. Though Hermione didn’t want to admit it, her new sister was looking more beautiful than she had ever been.

Harry’s moans, once painful but now pleasured, slowly grew higher in pitch.

“You’re far less confident than you once were. Do you really think you’d be brave enough to raise your hand in Snape’s classroom ever again?” Hermione said, forcing a slight shyness onto Harry. The confidence that he had built throughout the years vanished in an instant. “You’re a stickler for the rules more than ever – you don’t want to be caught misbehaving, do you?” The many rules that Harry had broken throughout his time at Hogwarts became moments of shame in his academic career.

“Only a few more things to go!” Hermione said, turning to Ginny.

“Though I don’t think Harry would mind if it lasted a little longer…” she responded, watching the mostly transformed man massage his breasts with curiosity. Ginny cleared the thought from her mind, trying to focus.

“You remember everything about how to be a girl. How to sit while wearing a skirt, how to deal with your time of the month, and how to properly sit down to pee – even if you used to mock us for how long we took!” Ginny said, grinning. The last of the potion began to swirl around Harry’s manhood, twitching underneath the skirt.

“But the main thing you can think about is boys. They’re not just friends any more – there’s always the potential of something more”, Ginny said. Harry nodded his head slowly, letting his large breasts go as he placed his hands on his wide hips.

Inside his mind, all of his relationships were being rewritten and remoulded as much as his body was. The crushes he had had on girls in the past were gone – now replaced only by the desire for friendship. Harry’s feelings towards boys, on the other hand, were growing uncontrollably. Friendships were still there, but there was a part of him that always wanted more. Some girlish ickiness at boys grew, but Harry knew that he was of the right age to let those childish feelings stand aside and let true womanhood blossom.

“I think it’s working!” Ginny said, noticing the blank, dreamy expression in Harry’s face.

“Are you sure it’s not gone too far?” Hermione asked.

Harry’s mind was working rapidly. Deep within, Harry knew some sense of his old self remained, but it was gradually being overwritten. New thoughts grew, which soon sunk into his consciousness until they felt more like memories. Boys. It was all that Harry could think about. He remembered bending over in class to pick up an ‘accidentally’ dropped book, throwing a flirty wink at the boys behind him. He remembered staring at the bulges of the boys he passed in the corridors, curious to know what was beneath. And above all, he remembered being in this dormitory – not as a boy, but as someone very different, on his knees to taste a new type of wand, or seeing the skirt scrunched up in the corner of the room as a young wizard found a place to rest his broom for the night.

Beneath the panties, the potion shifted the last remnant of Harry’s manhood. Soon, a vagina was in its place, already hot and wet with the lurid fantasies that ran through her now fully female mind. The new witch blinked rapidly, snapping out of her stupor as the spell ended.

“Sorry, did you say something?” Harriet Granger said with a charming smile, her voice high and ditzy. Hermione and Ginny stared at each other in shock.

“I think we’ve gone too far this time, Hermione”, Ginny mumbled. “What do we do?”

“I don’t know”, Hermione responded, resigned. Harriet looked between both of them, quickly checking her watch.

“Oh shoot! I need to go girls, sorry! I’ve got a date I just can’t miss!” she said, twirling her gorgeous brown hair around one finger as she walked out of the dorm, her shining black shoes clicking through the corridor and onto a fun filled term at Hogwarts.

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