Date: Sat, 17 Sep 2016 13:48:58 -0400
From: Robbie Robot <lostinspace1966@protonmail.com>
Subject: HARRY POTTER AND THE WHIMSICAL INVOCATIONS - PART ONE

Harry Potter and the Whimsical Invocations Part One

© Van T Z Boi 2016

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   	Harry Potter stretched out in the steamy bath, `it's not really
stealing,' he told himself, `it's just adjusting,' and he sank beneath the
sudsy foam and emerged dripping wet and honestly hot. It was almost the
last week of the summer holidays; today the Weasley's were picking him up
from the Dursley residence and letting him stay with them for the final
week before returning to school. On the journey back to the Burrows, they
would be stopping off in Diagon Alley to obtain everything he needed for
his next term at Hogwart's. The list had been sent to Mrs Weasley as it
would have most certainly have got lost should his Uncle Vernon get his
grubby hands on it so Harry did not know what was required but he was
looking forward to seeing Ron his best friend and the other Weasley's.

   The sweltering bath was a rare luxury for him; normally he got the last
lukewarm dregs left in the boiler once everyone else had been through the
bathroom. Uncle Vernon had worked out exactly how much hot water there was
and had set the system timer so that by the time Harry got to use the
bathroom, there would be very little hot water left. Harry had however
worked out a way to get around Uncle Vernon's nasty craftiness. It was his
holiday duty to get up before the others and cook the breakfast. Harry did
not mind that, it gave him some alone time with Hedwig who would perch on
the rail of a chair and watch him, chirruping if the bacon needed turning,
or the toast was done or the eggs were burning. As he worked away Harry got
used to the sound of the gas boiler lighting as the timer became operative;
one morning Harry had been sharing an early slice of toast with Hedwig when
he saw the timer light up, being inquisitive he had gone to investigate and
discovered that the timer had a button which allowed an extra hour on the
time. Harry saved that knowledge up and on a couple of occasions had used
it to get a hot shower; it had meant running off and therefore wasting the
rest of the hot water, but this had to be done so that when Uncle Vernon
checked the water would run barely lukewarm if not cold. Today as he was
due to join the Weasley's he had asked if instead of a shower he could have
a bath. Uncle Vernon had smiled evilly when he said `yes,' but Harry
knowing the way his uncles' mind worked had made sure the boiler was on for
a longer time; he had also made sure the button was off when he left the
kitchen to take his bath. The Dursely's all searing pink from a hot
scrubbing sat grinning at him as they tucked into the large Saturday
morning breakfast that Harry had deliberately cooked, it would help keep
their minds of his bath and guaranteed him a little extra alone time. "Do
enjoy your bath," Uncle Vernon had sneered at him as he left the kitchen
but Harry had pinched himself to make him forget about saying anything that
might give himself away.

   Harry stood up to begin scrubbing his skin; he wanted to wash every
molecule of his stay with the Dursley's from his entire body and he reached
for the large sponge ready for the rough scouring to clean his skin of
anything remotely Dursely. As he started to rub the sponge against his arm
he heard his cousin Dudley coming up the stairs, his heavy fat tread was
easily heard through the closed and locked bathroom door. Harry was not
worried when he heard Dudley turn the doorknob. `He can rattle it as much
as he likes,' thought Harry; he had already made sure the door lock had not
been tampered with. Harry was therefore very surprised and not a little
annoyed when after the rattling began, there came a strange scratching and
then the door flew open and there stood Dudley with a screwdriver in his
hand and the unscrewed lock in the other. Harry turned in horror as Dudley
stood in the door way.

   "You, you," he shouted lost for words. He saw Dudley look at him and
then a strange red colour shaded Dudley already crimson face.

   "Dad, dad," he screamed and he flung down the screwdriver and the lock
and fell on the floor banging his hands and feet in a typical Dudley temper
tantrum. As the sound of Dudley's outburst vibrated through the house,
Uncle Vernon flew up the stairs and arrived panting furiously at the open
doorway with a huffing Aunt Petunia not far behind.

   "What have you done this time you horrible, horrible miserable excuse
for a child," he had glared at Harry who transfixed by the sudden turn of
events was still standing naked in the bath, soap in one hand and the
sponge in the other. Uncle Vernon had stood over Dudley, his girth made it
difficult to bend down and between venomous looks in Harry's direction, he
had tried to comfort Dudley. "Now son what's the matter, come on you can
tell your old dad. What's that horrid wizard boy done to you, are you hurt,
have you broken something?"

   Aunt Petunia had also arrived on the scene; she knelt by Dudley's
sobbing head and tried to get his attention. "There, there my sweet, come
along tell poor mumsy what's the matter and daddy will sort that dreadful
Harry out." She too shot murderous looks at Harry who still stood immobile,
still dripping drops of water, totally mesmerized by the turn of events.

   "It's not fair," screamed Dudley, "it's not fair, it's just not fair,"
he sobbed repeatedly.

   Uncle Vernon bent over, turned his head towards Harry and glared at him,
"What have you done to my darling boy?" he screeched malevolently before
once again bleating at Dudley, "Tell me boy, tell me please what's
happened. What's that dreadful wizardling done to you?"

   Dudley began to recover and still kicking and banging he managed to
point one finger at Harry and shout, "It's not fair, all the boys in my
year have got them and I haven't and now Harry has them," he banged his
head on the soft carpet, "He's younger than me too. It's not right. It's
must be all his fault; he must have magicked me somehow."

   Aunt Petunia stroked Dudley's head, a puzzled look on her face, "What
dear is it that Harry's has got that you haven't?" She looked at Harry
still frozen to the spot and scowled at him.

   "Come along my beautiful boy, you are talking nonsense, that horrid
child has nothing you can't have. Your mother and I have made sure of
that," Uncle Vernon tried to reach down to console his son and almost
falling grabbed the doorway to stop himself from squashing Dudley.

   Dudley lifted his bloated crying face upwards towards his father and
sobbed, "Hairs, Harry has got hairs. Look!" he pointed at Harry's body.

   "Oh," said Vernon a light dawning in his pig like brain as he put
together where Dudley's finer was pointing and the recent `talks' he had
with Dudley.

   "Hairs, what hairs," Petunia was even more confused.

   "You told me that it was because I was special that I hadn't got my
hairs yet," Dudley was in full flow again, "You said that the Dursley
family were famous for getting a full bush rather than the slow growth that
other's get," Dudley gave his father as bitter a look as he often gave
Harry, "and now Harry's got his and I haven't. His mother was my aunt so
she's family too, so where are my hairs?"

   Petunia looked at her husband, "Vernon?" she looked totally confounded
and lost.

   Vernon blushed heavily, his face going from Turkish bath pink to
hormonally embarrassed red. He was now the colour of a `Stop
Sign'. "Hrrmmmph," he cleared his throat and looked at his wife, "Petunia
this is man's stuff," he said giving her a look and indicating with his
head that she should leave.

   "Vernon what," was as far as she got.

   "Petunia, I SAID THIS IS MAN STUFF," Vernon shouted and leaning close to
her distraught face which lucky enough was as far as he could bend,
whispered in her ear the word that Harry with his keen ears heard clearly,
"Puberty."

   "Oh," Petunia's mouth was as round as the letter she uttered. In a trice
she blushed, not as red as her husband but enough to give a tropical
setting sun competition. "This is for your father to deal with," she spoke
coldly to Dudley before getting to her feet and disappearing downstairs;
momentarily the television could be heard loudly through the closed living
room door.

   "Dudley get up; this is no way for an adolescent Dursley to behave,"
Vernon was oddly firm with Dudley, "and as for you," he gave Harry a
recognisable, `I'll deal with you later' look, "cover yourself up and hide
that miserable disgusting excuse for a body." At that the door slammed shut
and Vernon squawked as the door swung open on the hinges and hit him on the
extended hand. "What the," he spluttered and then saw the detached lock and
the screwdriver lying on the floor. "You can repair this after you've
finished," he thundered at Harry and grabbing some toilet paper he wedged
the door shut, muttering deadly threats under his breath, as he secured the
door. Harry could just about hear Vernon's pleading voice as he walked the
unhappy Dudley away, "Look its nothing, he's only got the fewest of tiny,
tiny hairs, it's probably a mole, you know how horrible wizards are; all
warty and hairy. Perhaps we ought to consult a specialist, make sure that
everything of yours down there is working," was all Harry heard before
Dudley's bedroom door closed.

   `Hairs,' Harry thought and turned to look at the bathroom mirror, which
had to be large, in fact extremely large; well mostly because the Dursley's
themselves were extremely large. He saw Harry Potter, the same Harry Potter
he had seen since he grew up, the untidy, now wet black hair, the star
shaped scar on his forehead, the flat chest with the two pink boy nipples,
the flat stomach with just a little plumpness on the hips and the slightly
protruding belly button. His eyes travelled downwards and then he saw,
"Hairs," he said excitedly and now looked down at his real self. `Hairs' he
thought excitedly, `I have hairs.'

   Harry was not a complete fool, he had attended and listened to the
lessons on growing up; it was just a surprise that this expected change in
his body had happened without him realising it and it must have happened
over the holidays because Ron or one of his other friends would have
noticed as they showered, maybe even a member of his Quidditch team would
have pointed them out in the changing room. `Perhaps it was because the
Dursley's kept me so busy working I would fall asleep the minute I got into
bed and Uncle Vernon would hustle him through his morning ablutions as work
was always waiting, so I never noticed, never had time to notice?' He
examined his groin, pulling carefully at the fine black hairs that had to
him suddenly almost magically appeared. `There aren't that many really,' he
thought but, `I have hairs,' a big smile spread across his face.

   The bathroom door banged open and Uncle Vernon bounced through. He
strode up to the bath and wagged a finger at Harry. "If I find you've had a
hand in delaying Dudley's natural development," he said viciously and then
he paused and sniffed the air. His bulbous nose sniffed again and a third
time. A calculating look crossed his face and he leaned over and put a fat
finger in the bathwater, "How come this water is so hot?" he spluttered,
his face boiling over into a deeper crimson.

   "I' er, I don't know," Harry scrunched against the far tiled wall adding
lamely, "Isn't it supposed to be hot. Shouldn't bathwater be hot?"

   "Have you, you know what I mean?" Uncle Vernon leaned dangerously over
the steamy bath.

   Harry shrank even further against the tiles.  "No, no I wouldn't have,
didn't," he squeaked.

   Uncle Vernon looked at him, he had know Harry most of his life and
whilst he had his suspicions about where the hot water had come from he was
sure Harry was not lying to him about using magic to heat the water. He
also knew that Harry was unlikely to be the cause of Dudley's lack of
maturity. If anything, it was probably due to the amount of sweet things he
continually ate and the lack of hard exercise. If he was honest with
himself the same thing had happened to him growing up; the difference was
that the kids of today were more self conscious about bodily changes. "Get
a move on your wizard friends will be here soon." Vernon sneered and
stomped from the bathroom to check the timer, `He's managed to get hot
water somehow,' he said to himself, `and without using that dratted magic
of his,' confused and suspecting some sort of trickery he hurried
downstairs.

   Harry relaxed, he knew Vernon would not find anything wrong with the
timer, `it's just if he works out what those plus and minus buttons are
for.' He finished his interrupted scrub, taking a little more care between
his legs as he did not want to pull any of his new precious possessions
out. Upstairs in his bedroom he dressed quickly, noticing that his slightly
grey underpants fitted a little too tightly. He had noticed this before but
put it down to Aunt Petunia deliberately altering the washing machine to
very hot wash and shrinking them that way, now he was sorry for thinking so
badly of her. `I must have grown,' he told himself; knowing that it was a
different type of `growing,' his jeans also fitted snugly. In fact when he
looked down there was the start of a bulge showing and his socks could be
seen between the end of his jeans and his shoes. `I have grown,' Harry
thought slightly shocked and miffed as he felt he had missed out on
something important. Hedwig's warning chirrup broke into his thoughts, `No
Ron and his family will be here any minute,' he realised and with a sudden
burst of energy frantically packed the last of his things. As the lid of
the large brown trunk closed a whooshing banging was heard at the back
door. Harry looked out his window, Mr and Mrs Wealsey stood in the middle
of the patio; a smoky cloud misting around them.

   "Hello Harry," Molly Weasley waved up at Harry, "do get a move on boys."

   Harry suddenly realised he was surrounded by a succession of carrot
topped Weasley heads as Ron, the twins Fred and George and even Percy were
grabbing at his possessions. Harry carrying Hedwig's cage followed the
Weasley version of the Red Sea into the back garden. Of Dudley there was no
sign, Aunt Petunia hid behind the vastness of her husband's stomach; Uncle
Vernon was glowing positively purple as he viewed the horde of Weasley's
tramping across the lawn that Harry had mowed every second day that summer.

   "I trust your Uncle and Aunt looked after you very well," said Molly
giving Vernon and Petunia a sharp look. Vernon was about to speak and then
he pursed his lips and said nothing. "Do say goodbye Harry," added Molly,
"I know You have proper manners."

   Harry befuddled with the speed of his departure, said "Good," which was
a far as he got before a cloud of blackish smoke arose and he and the
Weasley's disappeared. Choking he stumbled, finding his feet after a
coughing moment before standing up in the Leaky Cauldron Inn in Diagon
Alley. As the smoke cleared Arthur Weasley stood puzzled.

   "Your uncle ought to keep his chimney cleaner," he said disapprovingly
as he dusted of the grimy soot on his clothes, creating a further cloud of
choking dust.

   "Wh, wh, what chimney?" coughed Harry.

   "The one in the garden over the outdoor kitchen," Molly Weasley also
coughed.

   "That's not a chimney," spluttered Harry, "it's a vent for the
barbeque."

   "Oh," smiled Arthur Weasley, "I'll never understand these muggle
things." He shook his head and scratched another clump of sooty dust from
his darkened locks.

   "Er where are my things?" asked Harry looking around.

   "Perce has taken them back home. Old clevercloggs has already got his
stuff for school," announced Fred or was it George, Harry was still having
trouble telling them apart.

   "Well they're mostly Bill's hand-me-down's," said the other Fred or
George.

   "This way Weasley's," Molly Weasley's raised yellow umbrella set the
path to follow.

   Diagon Alley was as usual very busy at this time of year what with all
the wizard schools about to re-open and the pathways were bustling with
crowds of people, many clutching bags and packages that Harry knew only too
well, `supplies for school,' thought Harry as he duly followed the yellow
umbrella. "Weasley's wait here," Mrs Weasley stopped outside Gringott's,
"Harry with Mr Weasley please," Molly directed her brood. Arthur
accompanied Harry inside Gringotts Bank where Harry withdrew funds to pay
for what he needed. Molly and the others now took him to Sparks and
Mincers, the outfitters.

   "You've grown," Molly Weasley pursued her lips and picked out some new
school trousers for him. Harry picked up a pair of jeans but Mrs Wesley
made him put them back. "I can let down these hems," she authoritatively
and she pulled at Harry's crotch, "there's plenty of give here too."

   "Underwear," Harry squeaked as Mrs Weasley caught the edge of his balls
with her fingers and a sharp pain made him hunch over.

   "Oh sorry dear," she patted him on the back and slid her hand down and
yanked the back of Harry's jeans up, making the sharp pain
intensify. Pushing Harry's groaning head down; Harry could feel his glasses
slipping and put up a finger to keep them in place, Mrs Weasley now tugged
at the grey cotton, ignoring Harry's yelp she was looking closely at the
worn label, "Oh dearly me these won't do, won't do at all, don't worry
Harry, we'll get some new ones for you."

   George or was it Fred held up a pair of overlarge yellow and blue
striped boxers, "These are all the rage Mum," he grinned.

   "That's nothing to the rage you will be receiving if you don't behave
yourself Fred," stated Mrs Weasley as she held up a pair of bright red
briefs against Harry's groin. "These are nice, won't show the blood if you
get hurt in a Quidditch match," she muttered to herself, "hmm, could get a
pair for Bill, wouldn't show dragon blood either; hmmm, make him a nice
Christmas present."

   Ron was fingering a pair of dark blue briefs, they had a white line
outlining the fly, "er, these look nice mum," he said a little enviously.

   Molly picked them up and held them against a reddening much embarrassed
Harry, "They'll need to expand," she spoke thinking aloud, "he's hit a
growing spurt." She picked up several different sized pairs, "George,
Fred," the twins appeared alongside her, "here take these and Harry to the
fitting room, see which gives him growing room." She turned to Harry;
"unless you'd prefer me to go with you?" she smiled at Harry.

   "Oh, er no Mrs Weasley I am sure these will be fine," said a blushing
Harry picking up another bundle of mixed briefs.

   "Nonsense my boy," she beamed at him, "you must have proper clothes,
can't have Harry Potter running round looking like an urchin."

   "Come on Harry," Fred grabbed him adding softly, "she'll go on for hours
if you don't try something on. George will get some more fashionable ones
for you," he added sympathetically.

   Harry was about to say that he wasn't all that bothered about fashion
but Fred had dragged him towards the fitting rooms so he decided to just go
with the flow, besides he was anxious to ease the constriction around his
groin where Molly's actions had given him a wedgie and he was conscious his
balls ached painfully.

   Inside the fitting room Harry dropped his jeans and Fred saw his grey
briefs. "Mum will have a fit when she sees those," he said, "I had a pair
of real proper dark grey ones and she washed them white. I was furious, I
saved up for those, she only ever buys us the basic cotton white ones."

   Harry recalling Ron's longing for the fancy blue briefs decided he would
try and make sure a pair of those were bought, `I'll give them to Ron,' he
thought and then another idea hit him. "Why don't you and George pick out
some ones you'd like?" he suggested, "Your mother won't notice the
different sizes and we can sort them out in Hogwarts dorm."

   "Your ace Harry," grinned Fred, "but let's see which ones fit you
first."  Fred knelt down and pulled Harry's briefs down. For a moment Harry
was concerned but he recalled that he had often changed around Fred and
George as they had with him, only then he hadn't been aware of, `hairs' he
told himself. He stepped out of his briefs and Fred picked up the first
pair he brought with him. "Okay Harry let's try these," he said and Harry
felt the soft touch of new cotton on his legs. "Up we," Fred stopped
talking and moving. Harry looked down to see Fred looking at him between
the legs. "Harry," said Fred excitement in his voice, "you've got hairs."

   "Er, yeah," muttered Harry but Fred was already up on his feet and
heading out the door.

   "George," he heard Fred call, "come and see this," Harry stood semi
naked in the changing room feeling embarrassed and foolish with the briefs
hanging halfway down his thighs. Moments later the twins reappeared and one
presumably Fred lifted Harry's shirt and pointed, "see," he said quietly
proud.

   The other twin which had to be George bent down and studied Harry's
groin, "Yeah those are definitely hairs." He looked up at Harry, "Hairy
Harry," he giggled. Harry reddened even more. George looked at Fred, "We
need to rethink what to get now."

   "Not only that," Fred told George of Harry's offer.

   "Your ace Harry," George slapped Harry on his bare bum, it made a loud
retort in the quiet room.

    Harry was once again left to his own devices as the twins disappeared
back into the store. He picked up one pair of briefs, they were light blue
with a dark blue waistband and tried them on. He posed in front of the
mirror lifting his shirt to see how his bulge looked now.

   "Harry?" he looked around at the unexpected whisper, Ron's head poked
through the curtain.

   "Ron?" Harry said puzzled.

   Ron stepped through, "Is it true what Fred said?" he asked.

   "Er," Harry stuttered.

   "Have you really got your hairs?" Ron spoke with that trace of jealousy
again. Harry nodded not wishing to upset his friend more. "Can I see?" Ron
knelt down and before Harry could do or say anything his briefs were tugged
down and now Ron was studying his groin. He felt a pull on his hairs.

   "Hey," he said sharply, "that hurts."

   "Sorry," Ron was truly apologetic, "but why didn't you tell me first?"
he said aggrieved, "We're best friends. You should have told me before
Fred".

   `I'm beginning to wonder if it's worth it with all the trouble this
discovery has given me,' Harry thought.

   "Come on baldy, out you go, we hairy men have work to do," Fred
reappeared with George right behind him, they carried a small pile of
varied undergarments.

   "I'll explain later Ron," said Harry pleadingly as Ron was whisked out
of the room. Some ten minutes later Fred and George had made their and
Harry's choices, Harry just managing to slip the ones Ron had liked into
the pile. Mrs Weasley intent on some vests and shirts for Harry gave the
pile hardly a glance, as far as she was concerned boys never had enough
pants.

   Outside the shop Mrs Weasley called them together, "I have to chase down
some clothes for my lot now," she directed her comment at Harry. "So I'll
leave you with Fred and George," she looked at the twins whose big grin of
a smile paled at her look, "who will take you to get some sweets which will
not be eaten until you are on the train to Hogwarts. After that make your
way to the Leaky Cauldron where we will all meet up for lunch before
flooing home. No side trips down Knockturn Alley or anywhere else. IS THAT
CLEAR," she spoke pointedly.  The twins and Harry nodded.

   As Fred and George mulled over their choice of delights in the Sweet
Academy Harry at last managed to explain everything to Ron.

   "But why did Dudley want to get into the bathroom anyway?" asked Ron.

   Harry was floored, "You know I don't know. Once he saw me naked and saw
my hairs he went into one and it all went pie eyed from there."

   "But Harry," Ron spoke breathlessly, "you've got hairs."

   "Yeah," grinned Harry, somehow it felt better talking it over with his
best friend. "Come on let's celebrate," he added producing a Golden
Galleon. "And these won't have to wait until we go to Hogwarts." Fred and
George were still discussing their choices so Harry and Ron decided to walk
to the Leaky Cauldron. As was usual the pair were distracted by the huge
window display of Nimbus 2000's and the latest updates. Harry's mind was
drawn to the double saddle which could be added to the broomstick for long
trips and allowed two people to sit comfortably on the broom, or luggage
could be securely carried. "Hmmm,' thought Harry, `if there was a problem
getting to Hogwarts that could be useful,' he turned to speak to Ron but
Ron had disappeared. Harry was not worried this was usual behaviour in
Diagon Alley where any number of exciting windows or stalls which operated
during the weeks leading up to a return to school could have attracted Ron
who was just a little bit jealous of Harry's infatuation with his
broomstick. Harry looked around for Ron's spiky carrot topped head and
thought he saw it a couple of yards away. Knowing better than to shout
against the noise in Diagon Alley he followed the red haired figure
intending to catch up with Ron. Diagon Alley however worked against his
intention and somehow with the movement of the surging crowds Harry found
himself turning into one of the other alleys. He was just about to push
back into the crowd when he saw the flash of red hair turn into one of the
shops. Harry hurried to catch Ron and stepped inside the door. He found
himself in a rather dusty and musty smelling bookshop. Harry looked for Ron
but saw no red haired figure anywhere. He was just about to leave when he
heard a familiar voice.

   "Are you sure you haven't got a copy?" `That's Draco's voice,' thought
Harry and he moved closer to the sound. He took a quick glance round a
large bookcase and he saw a hooded figure bending low over the counter
talking to the person behind the counter who by his size and odd shaped
ears had to be a goblin.

   "No, no sir," the goblin said in his croaky voice, "Sassoon's Spells for
Debonair Coiffures' is long out of print. I haven't heard of one being
available in years. One copy did appear briefly on Wizbay but it sold quite
quickly, most booksellers had doubt about its' authenticity as the picture
displayed showed the cover with a modern typeface rather than Antiquated
which was the common font used when it was originally printed."

   "I know it was a fake," Harry heard Draco hiss, "look what one of the
bloody spells did to my hair." Harry just had to look; he again peeked
around the bookcase and saw Draco was the figure bending over, not only
that but the hood had been drawn back. Harry gaped in amazement; Draco's
pure white hair was an astonishing colour of red, a truly Weasley red
too. "The spell was supposed to accentuate my highlights making them glow
with the beauty of the sun, not turn every hair on my head redder than
Jupiter's spot," Draco slammed his hand down angrily on the counter.

   "I'm sorry Master Malfoy," even Harry could hear the suppressed laughter
in the goblin's voice, "I cannot help you with your, er, colourful
problem. Surely your father would know of someone who could assist."

   "Listen to me you poor excuse for a hog-goblin. My father must never
know about this," Draco hissed, "and if he finds out and if I find you were
the one who told him, then."

   "Draco Malfoy what do you think you are doing," Harry shrank down as
another familiar voice cut across Draco's, he edged further back along the
bookcase wishing he had his invisibility cloak to hide behind. He heard the
familiar swish of a cape and then Snape spoke again, "Really Malfoy,
threatening a wretched Knockturn Alley hob-goblin bookseller, somewhat
beneath a member of the Malfoy family, isn't it. I am sure your father
would not be amused if he were to hear of this sort of un Malfoy like
behaviour."

   "But sir, my hair," squeaked Draco.

   "Hmm and I am sure your father would also not approve of your
transposition into one of the wretched Weasley brood. I assume you are the
victim of some prank if I overheard correctly," Snape's tone had a hint of
amusement in it, Harry thought. "It might be easier Draco if we, sorry I
helped you discover the true author of the book you purchased. I am sure
once that person has been revealed, he or she would be most happy to
provide a reversal spell. It was probably a scam to con gullible vain
wizards out of their hard earned Galleon's anyway."

   "Oh yes," Draco sighed, "I should have thought of that."

   "Indeed you should have boy. I am ashamed that a prospective head of
Slytherin House could find himself in such a dilemma and worse could not
think of the easiest solution. I think I will have to provide you with
extra lessons on your return to Hogwarts; in the forlorn hope of getting
you to use the part of your brain that actually thinks, in the meantime
follow me," the cape swished loudly, "there is a discreet WizWebcafe
nearby. I am confident we can locate the scam wizard quite easily, no doubt
he relies on the revenue silly vain hormone crazy young wizards like you
provide," Snape stopped speaking and sniffed the air, "are you alone Draco,
only I swear I can smell the distinctive aroma of another Hogwarts
student?"

   "Sir, Goyle and Crabbe are keeping watch for me outside," whimpered
Draco.

   "Hmm well that probably explains it. Come along we have work to do to
get you back to normal or hopefully better than normal," Snape snapped.

   "You won't tell my father, will you sir? Please sir, I'll do anything
you want if you don't say anything about this," Draco's frantic babyish
appeals to Snape continued as the pair left the shop. Harry let out a long
pent up breath.

   "And what do you want?" Harry looked up from where he was crouching. The
wizened face of the hob-goblin bookseller looked ugly and
threatening. Harry scrambled to his feet and scrabbled at one of the dusty
books piled haphazardly on the bottom shelf.

   "Ah this is what I was searching for," Harry assumed an authoritative
air and handed the book to the goblin.

   "I'll pack it up for you," the hob-goblin peered closer at Harry, "do I
know you?"

   Harry quickly removed his glasses and smothered his hair over the tell
tale scar, "No I don't think so, do I look like I would associate with
lowlife hob-goblins?" he retorted with a bravado he didn't feel.

   "Hrrmph," muttered the goblin and hobbled off to the counter, "I'll wrap
this up for you," he said, "that will be five Galleons please."

   Harry delved into his pocket for his money, `that's torn a hole in my
spending money,' he thought and wondered if he could sell the book
somewhere else before he returned to Hogwarts. He stopped, "Two," he
demanded thinking `I need to look like I know what I'm doing in a Knockturn
Alley bookshop.

   "Four," the bookseller, drummed his scaly fingers on the counter. The
sound very like squeakly chalk on a blackboard, Harry felt a chilling
shiver run down his back.

   "Two," Harry replied summoning up his courage and looked the bookseller
directly in the eyes.

   The squeaking stopped, "I'll wrap it for you sir," the cowed hob-goblin
shuffled away and Harry breathed a silent breath of relief.

   Leaving the dusty shop, clutching the grimy brown paper package in his
hand and intent on getting quickly away from Knockturn Alley he headed
towards the Leaky Cauldron, Harry ducked down as he passed the windows of
the WizWebCafe. He had no intention of running into Draco or his cohorts
much less Snape and did not even try to look into the dusty window.

   "Oh there you are Harry, come along lunch has been ordered," Molly
Weasley pushed him towards the back room where the rest of the Weasley's
were already eating, "Not as good as mine," sighed Molly as she sat down,
"but then I haven't had to do all the work so it's nice once in a while to
eat out."

   Harry sat down beside Ron and placed the brown paper package on the
table. "What's that?" mumbled Ron with his mouth half full of chips.

   "Oh just a book I thought I might need," Harry slid the book so it lay
beside him on the bench seat where it was out of Ron's sight. He tucked
into his own meal hoping that Ron would forget about it. "Where did you get
to?" he asked further changing the subject.

   "Fred called me back in to decide how many Chocolate Frogs we could
afford," Ron stuffed more chips in his mouth, "you had your nose pressed up
against the broomstick's and never replied to his invitation to join us,"
Ron speared a sausage with his fork, "these bangers are quite tasty," he
guzzled the whole sausage into his mouth.

   "Ron please," Molly Weasley reprimanded him.

   Harry lay back on his bed in Ron's room in the Burrows and smiled, it
had been a good day. He hadn't told Ron about Draco's hair as he knew Snape
could be vindictive where his Slytherin boys were concerned. He decided to
keep the secret to himself for the moment.

   "Boys, boys where are you?" Mrs Weasley's voice sounded clear and
especially loud, "Down here all of you, now!"

   Harry and Ron trooped into the kitchen, Fred and George were already
sitting there and Percy was standing beside his mother with a huge
self-satisfied grin on his face. Mrs Weasley held a parchment in her hand,
the Hogwarts logo could clearly be seen on the back. The look on her face
was warning enough. "This has only just arrived from Hogwarts. I cannot
understand how it was delayed," Percy's grin broadened, "but it lists your
shortcomings," she glared balefully at the Twins and Ron and then at Harry,
"Well I'm not surprised at you three but Harry, it says you are in danger
of failing your Potions exam," `Blast Snape' Harry thought, "It says here
you must, should have made up your studies during the holidays, so I am
afraid any plans you may have made for this last week are now cancelled,"
the Twins and Ron and Harry groaned.

   "It's not fair, homework during the summer holidays," complained Ron.

   "And whose fault is that Ronald Weasley," his mother rounded on him,
"you should follow Percy's example, his end of term report was stunning."
Percy's smile threatened to meet around the back of his head.

   "Bookswot," said Fred.

   "Spellswot," added George.

   Mrs Weasley clicked her fingers and a number of schoolbooks floated
towards the table, "Now I'm afraid you are going to have to start studying
now, to make up for the time we lost during the summer break. Now sit
boys," the chairs behind Ron and Harry moved capturing them as they fell
backwards, "you can study for an hour now and then after supper if you have
worked hard enough you can practice your Quidditch manoeuvres," the books
slammed down on the tabletop with loud slapping sound. "and to make sure
you keep working I am going to put Percy in charge," Mrs Weasley patted
Percy on the back.

   Percy's huge grin disappeared, "But mum," he pleaded.

   "I know I can trust you to keep your brother's in order Percy," smiled
Mrs Weasley, "I am sure Harry will be no bother at all." She picked up the
brown paper packages, "Harry these can go into your trunk until you get to
Hogwarts," the packages floated up the stairs and she brushed her hands and
looked at the row of unhappy faces. "Get to work," she said. A chorus of
groans followed her out of the door as she headed outside to the sunny
garden. The sound of gnomes whirling through the air soon echoed through
the open window.

   "It's not fair," Ron said softly to Harry.

   "I'll bet Percy had something to do with the delay on that letter from
Hogwarts," whispered George.

   "Just the sort of thing he would do," added Fred.

   Harry opened his book whilst Percy glowered in the corner.

   The rest of the week passed in dreary studying and tiring Quidditch
broomstick practices with the occasional garden gnome clearing
sessions. All in all however Harry enjoyed being in the chaotic Weasley
household, one of the better benefits was not having to get up early and
cook, Mrs Weasley was an awesome provider of fodder for studying students
and aspiring Quidditch players. Not only that, there was also a ready
supply of hot water under which Harry luxuriated in both in the morning
before breakfast and evening after Quidditch practice. Before he knew it he
was ensconced on the Hogwarts Express and on his way back to school.

   "I never thought I'd say it but I'm glad the last week of the holidays
is over," said Ron moodily as he munched one of Mrs Weasley doorstep
sandwiches.

   Harry was unpacking his trunk along with Ron and Neville Longbottom and
Seamus Finnegan in their shared dormitory when he found the parcel of
briefs and underneath those the wrapped book. `I forgot about that,' he
thought as he lifted out the top parcel of underwear. Recalling Ron's
desire he undid the package and shyly handed the dark blue pair to
Ron. "Here Ron," he said quietly, "I got you these."

   "Cor, oh wow Harry, you're ace," shouted Ron and quickly stripped of his
trousers and patched white briefs which while obviously had seen better
times were a brilliant Mrs Weasley white. Ron slipped the dark blue briefs
on and capered around the dorm, Neville and Seamus looking at him with open
mouthed looks. Harry thought that Ron actually looked good in the dark blue
briefs with the white lines, `the blue goes well with his red hair,' Harry
decided.

   "What's going on with Ron?" Neville spoke for himself and Seamus.

   "I had to get some new clothes `cos I grew over the summer," explained
Harry, "and well Ron took a fancy to those underpants and well you know Mrs
Weasley," he said.

   "My mother won't let me wear boxers yet," Seamus added his own
pennyworth, "she say's I've got to grow much bigger."

   "Harry's got hairs," announced Ron; Harry felt three pairs of eyes
looking at him.

   "Let's see?" Neville and Seamus spoke in unison.

   "Hey can't it wait until bedtime," said Harry and then fell back on the
bed as his three friends leaped on him. Harry struggled but the three were
too much for him and he found Neville holding him down on one side with Ron
on the other. Seamus was straddled over him.

   "Come on Seamus," Neville held Harry's right arm, "take his trousers
off."

   Seamus reached for Harry's jeans and then he shook his head, "Nah I
can't do this."

   `Thank goodness,' thought Harry and then he opened his wide in horror as
it must be said so did Ron and Neville as Seamus brandished his wand.

   "No!!!!!!!" all three screamed in united expectation as Seamus waved his
wand.

   "Removus hoses," chanted Seamus, a flash from Seamus's wand flew towards
Harry and Harry tensed. The three on the bed froze and then looked on
almost in disbelief as the flash hit one of the lenses of Harry's
spectacles and bounced back towards Seamus.

   Seamus screeched as he found himself floating in mid air as his own
jeans unzipped and slid of his stockinged feet, his white briefs with
little green leprechaun hats on zoomed down his legs and danced around the
room with his jeans. Seamus quickly moved his hands to cover himself and
forgetting he had his wand in his hand hit himself right between the legs,
with another painful cry he curled forward and went head over heels
spinning slowly round and round, his lily white backside coming into full
view as his shirt-tail flapped in the breeze. He continued to spin his
hands clutched around his balls.

   "Oh Seamus," the three groaned together and Neville let go of Harry and
moved to assist the spinning boy wizard.

   "Oh I feel sick and my balls hurt," groaned Seamus as Neville finally
brought him to a stop and yanked him back down to earth.

   Ron looked at Harry, "You might as well show them or," he spoke in
Harry's ear, "we can let Seamus have another go."

   "Okay, okay, I know when I'm beat," Harry submitted and unzipped his
jeans and pulled down his now Mrs Weasley white briefs. Seamus still semi
naked and Neville peered at Harry's groin area as Harry lay on the bed, his
jeans and briefs down by his ankles and his shirt pulled up above his
stomach.

   "They are real aren't they?" posed Seamus as he plucked at one of the
thin pubes.

   "Hey that hurts," cried Harry.

   "Sorry," apologised Seamus and added, "they feel different to head
hair," he spoke to Neville.

   "Do they," replied Neville and he too placed his hand on Harry's hairs
stroking them. "Yeah, not as silky as head hair," he said and Harry felt
his hand on his cock and balls. "His cock and balls are bigger than last
year, look compare them to yours Seamus."

   Seamus slid up the bed so his groin was close to Harry's, "Yup, Harry's
is much bigger."

   "Let me see?" asked Ron who was still sitting by Harry's head. He moved
closer, "So they are," Ron knelt up on the bed and yanked his new blue
briefs down, "I'm bigger than you Seamus," he stated, "but Harry's is
bigger than mine too." Everyone looked at Neville, "Well I'm not," he
started to say and then Seamus waved his wand at him, "All right, all right
then," Neville stood up and undressed to match everyone else, "Well?" he
asked pulling his shirt up, "I can't see myself from here," he added.

   "Bigger than Seamus, smaller than Ron," said Harry who had the best
view. The others nodded. The dinner gong sounded and everyone quickly
dressed and headed for the hall.

   Harry woke up, the moon beaming through the window as a billowing
curtain flashed across his eyes and he got up to close the curtain and shut
the window. He sat inside the curtain and gazed out over the rooftops of
Hogwarts. `I really feel at home here,' he said to himself and rested his
head on his hands as he stretched out on his front and peered out watching
the moonbeams light up the turrets and roof tiles. He thought about the
recent events and suddenly remembered the book he had bought. `I don't even
know its title or what it's about,' he thought and quietly fetched the
brown paper parcel that he had left with his other books. He headed down to
the common room where he could put on a light without disturbing anyone and
unwrapped the parcel and looked at the book.

   The book was certainly old, the front was faded and the lettering very
difficult to read. `This typeface is hard to read,' Harry peered at the
dusty faded cover. "Invocations within for Sexual Whims' was printed in
bold type with, `Magical Love and Spells for Magical Lovers,' was the lower
sub-heading he finally made out, he also had to look very closely to read
the authors name, `by Cupid Priapus.' Harry pursed his lips in wonderment,
`Never heard of him,' he said to himself and carefully opened the book. The
flickering light from the open fire blazed and Harry felt the heat enfold
him, warming him, comforted he leaned against the sofa and stretched out
his toes to the flames.

   `Warning,' Harry read, `do not proceed unless you are prepared to enjoy
and celebrate the unique properties and sensual joys of the lingam,' Harry
scratched his head, `wonder what a lingam is,' and he turned the page. `How
to enhance your lingam,' he read, `Oh it looks like it makes your cock
bigger,' he deduced as he read the spell. `Should I?' he thought and then
quickly tiptoed upstairs to get his wand. Returning he removed his pyjama
bottoms and sat back on the sofa, again the fire wafted its heat towards
him. He reread the spell and noticed there were a number of options, `not
sure what all this means but I can try one, I'd better make sure I know how
to reverse anything,' Harry thought and made sure he could pronounce the
stopping or reversal spell, `now which level should I try?' he looked down
the list and chose one. Quietly he read out the spell, "Cupidius Erectus
Sextus,' and stroked the end of his wand along his slim teenage cock. He
held his breath and then an extraordinary warm feeling commenced between
his legs, `this is not coming from the fire,' he thought and as he watched
Harry saw his cock thicken and lengthen, the hairs spread and bushed around
his groin and his balls swelled and grew. `Fuck it must be six inches long
now,' he checked the spell, `Oh sextus must mean six not sexy,' Harry
thought, `this list must be for different sizes, Cor.' For a moment his
mind considered the possibilities, `a foot long cock, a yard of dong, a ten
foot, a twenty foot polevault of a knob,' his imagination throbbed with
visions of these large erect phalluses.

   "Whose there," Harry heard a voice and looked up to see Percy Weasley
standing on the stairway to the dorms. `Bollocks, I'm in trouble now,'
thought Harry as he saw Percy `Mr Goody Two Shoes' Weasley looking down
disapprovingly as he sat there semi-naked, his magical teen cock sticking
up like a banner. "Harry Potter," Percy spoke in a self satisfied, `got ya
at last and boy are you in trouble' tone to his voice as he started down
the stairs, towards Harry Potter and his exposed boy cock. Harry shivered a
little as he saw the figure approach, `How much trouble am I in?" he asked
himself and he felt his newly grown cock twitch.

   Percy rubbed his eyes and looked down at Harry. "Harry what are you
doing up at this time?" Percy moved further down the stairs, "Is anything
wrong?" Percy did not want Gryffindor to lose House points at the start of
the term. He got closer to Harry who was trying to hide his elongated cock
but his legs refused to close, if anything he was spreading them
wider. Harry fought for control and then looked up to see Percy standing
over him looking down at his bare groin. A strange look came over Percy's
face and Harry cringed waiting for Percy to do or say something.


   END OF PART ONE

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