Harry Potter and the Magical Girls Part 5 (Patreon)

"What?" Harry asked as he woke up enough to realize someone was knocking on the door.

"Breakfast is going to be ready in ten minutes. I have a couple of questions about summoning, are you decent?" Hermione asked.

Harry turned his head to look at the sleepy blue haired girl that had 'possession' of his arm. "More or less."

"More or less?" Hermione asked as she opened the door and stared at the two naked girls on the bed with the covers only partially covering them. 'I need a camera, they're adorable.' She raised her eyebrows. "How does that count as more or less?"

"I'm wearing shorts," Harry replied. "Can I have my arm back?"

"Nope, it's mine," the sleepy girl replied playfully before letting his arm go and rolling over so she could look at Hermione. "Hiya. Do you want a massage?"

"Massage?" Hermione asked as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, wondering if she should call Harry on the fact that the other girl could have passed for a nonexistent sister or cousin.

"Yep, they help with stress," the girl replied.

"It's relaxing," Harry agreed, hoping that Hermione didn't start ranting about taking advantage of his summon.

Hermione blushed slightly as her mind conjured up less than innocent images of the blue haired girl giving her magic girl form a massage while Harry watched. She shook her head. "We don't have enough time."

"Raincheck?" the blue haired girl asked hopefully.

"Of course," Hermione replied, not wanting to make her feel bad. "How are you going to explain your friend?"

"I wasn't planning on it," Harry said as he pulled back the covers and slipped out of bed. "I'll just resummon her when we're ready to train."

"Or you could leave me in the library to study," the girl said thoughtfully.

"Maybe once things have calmed down," Harry offered, not wanting Dumbledore to know that he could summon magic girls.

Hermione frowned when she looked at Harry's ill fitting shorts. "We need to go clothes shopping at some point."

"Yep," the blue haired girl agreed. "He needs some blue panties or maybe he just needs to sleep naked."

Harry shook his head. "On that horrifying note, I'll summon you later."

"I live to serve," the girl replied with a grin. "Maybe next time, I can show your friend a good time."

Harry gestured and dismissed his summon. "Sorry, she's a bit…"

"Of a flirt?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah," Harry admitted as he changed back to his male form.

"Is her appearance and personality intentional?" Hermione asked, studying her friend's face.

"I was trying for a bouncy and happy girl with a studious bent, you might have influenced things a bit more than I was expecting," Harry admitted.

'Nice to know he thinks I'm attractive,' Hermione thought as she headed for the door. "Let's go before they send someone to find us."

"Probably for the best," Harry agreed as he followed her out of the room with a spring in his steps and a smile on his face.

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Neville Longbottom glanced over the strange merchant's wares, fairly sure at least half of the objects were fakes or charmed trinkets that would fall apart in a week.

"Something I can help you with?" the white haired merchant asked with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"How much for the potion of healing?" Neville asked, fairly sure the potion that claimed to heal all sorts of physical and mental maladies wouldn't actually be able to heal his parents but curious how much the man was charging as none of the strange trinkets or potions had prices.

The old man shook his head. "Less than it's worth and more than you can afford, nor would I sell such a potion to a future hero, especially since it wouldn't help. Of course, I have something that would help your parents but the price is steep."

"How much?" Neville asked, ignoring the voice in the back of his head that was telling him to turn around and run before it was too late.

"A deal," the man replied with a grin.

Neville shivered slightly as he thought he saw flames in the man's eyes for a brief second. "What type of deal?"

"The best," the man replied with glee. "I'll give you five points that you can use to buy something to help your parents or increase your abilities, in exchange, you give me permission to banish two of your relatives to another world where you'll never see them again. Of course, no hero would take the deal, so you might just want to walk away."

Neville stared at the man for a couple of seconds. "Let me get this straight, you'll trade five points that I can use to buy something to help my parents for permission to banish any two of my blood relatives that I name?"

The merchant blinked, not really expecting a positive response from a hero. "Ah, yeah, that's right."

"In that case, deal. Bellatrix Lestrange and Draco Malfoy," Neville replied, knowing he was related to most of the old families if you went back far enough and you didn't have to go all that far back to find a Black in his family tree.

"I should have expected that," the merchant admitted as he gestured over his table and most of the trinkets vanished. "Five points, use them wisely or save them for one of the other merchants you'll run into."

Neville glanced over the items for sale, pausing when he noticed the tag on the full length mirror next to the table. "You're telling me that the floor length mirror will take me to worlds with interesting plants?"

"Of course, I'll even toss in the ring that goes with it for an extra point which should allow you to direct the mirror to magical plants which can cure diseases." The merchant gestured towards a silvery scepter. "The scepter can cure mental illness in a decent range which should be just what you need."

"How do I know these will work?" Neville asked suspiciously.

"Fair point," the merchant replied as he picked up one of the rings on the table and tossed it to Neville. "Put it on and focus on the mirror and what type of plant you want to find."

Neville knew he was making a mistake but couldn't help it as he slipped the ring on. He focused on the mirror and concentrated, not quite prepared when the image in the mirror swirled and showed a dense forest and a plant that looked like a glowing carrot top sticking out of the ground. "How do I get it?"

"You just step through the mirror and grab it," the merchant replied with amusement as he walked over, reached through the mirror and plucked the glowing carrot-like plant out of the ground. "Interesting, what does it cure?"

"I was thinking about dragon pox," Neville offered, staring at the glowing plant in disbelief.

"Excellent, this should sell for a fair amount," the merchant said cheerfully as he dropped the strange carrot into a box. "Speaking of money, I'll give you another five points if you sell me everything you own."

'There has to be a trick,' Neville mused as he thought about his various possessions and weighed their value against the points that he could use to buy things he'd never even heard of like the scepter. 'Do I have anything I wouldn't sell?' He frowned slightly as he realized he didn't have anything particularly valuable, even his collection of wrappers was worthless next to getting his parents back. 'Hell, even my wand is just on loan, which means it's not mine to sell which means Grams won't kill me, probably.'

"Is that a yes?" the merchant asked with a grin.

'Screw it, if this actually works, it's worth having to buy new books and clothes.' He focused on the merchant. "When you say, buy everything I own, you mean any physical objects, not including the magical items I haven't actually bought or intangible things like my magic or family, right?" he asked, gesturing to the ring and the mirror.

"Right," the merchant muttered, slightly annoyed that the kid wasn't a complete idiot.

"In that case, deal," Neville replied then blinked when he realized he was naked in Diagon Alley with nothing save his wand and a bag of coins. 'Gran is going to kill me if this ends up in the paper, screw it, if it works, she won't care.'

The merchant raised an eyebrow. "Is there a reason you still have your wand?"

"It's not mine," Neville replied, more than a little surprised that no one was pointing and laughing about his lack of clothes. "It's my father's and it's just on loan," he added when the merchant gave him a rather dirty look.

"Bloody technicalities. Let's see, you want the focusing ring, the mirror and the scepter. Is there anything else I can interest you in?" the merchant asked, a touch annoyed that he hadn't managed to acquire the boy's wand.

Neville paused when he saw the notecard attached to a strange silver tiara. 'Allows the user to teleport via portals to anywhere they've ever seen, including pictures, television and video games? Huh, I'll have to ask Harry or Hermione about video games. If nothing else, being able to jump back and forth from Hogwarts when I get my parents back would be nice,' he mused, trying not to think about how screwed he was going to be if his plan didn't work.

Neville nibbled on his bottom lip when he noticed a ring partially hidden under a hat of disguise that promised to let him travel back in time and take things or interact with people without screwing up the timeline. "I'll take the teleportation tiara and the time travel ring."

"It doesn't technically let you travel through time, it merely lets you return to a point where you lost something and interact with events," the merchant warned him as he handed him the 'time travel' ring and the tiara. "Now…" he trailed off as he saw a blonde haired girl walking toward them with a smile on her face. "Best of luck, I need to grab a witch and a little shit."

Neville blinked when the merchant vanished along with everything he hadn't 'bought'. He quickly appropriated the tablecloth to use as a towel and wrapped it around his waist when he recognized the girl walking towards him.

"How's your morning going?" Luna asked cheerfully as she walked over.

"Could be worse," Neville admitted. "You?"

Luna considered the question for a couple of seconds. "Well enough, would you like some help?"

"Please," Neville said, not sure how to get the tablecloth to stay in place.

Luna pulled her wand out from behind her ear and waved it at the tablecloth changing it into a red and gold dress that came down past his knees. "Much better."

Neville glanced down at his new dress. 'Not exactly what I had in mind but at least I don't have to worry about it falling off.' He smiled at Luna. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Luna looked down at her watch. "Oops, I'm late, I'll see you on the train."

"Thanks again," Neville replied as Luna turned and headed off with a spring in her steps. 'Nice girl, if a bit strange,' he thought as he put the crown and time traveling ring on. 'I really need an extra hand or pockets.' He put 'his' wand behind his ear then grabbed the mirror with one hand and awkwardly grabbed the bag of galleons and the staff with his other hand. "Okay, it's just a matter of focusing on the destination…" he trailed off as he found himself in his room.

"Huh, at least the crown worked," he whispered as he looked around his room at the empty spots where some of his possessions had rested. "At least it should be easier to dust." He dropped the bag of gold and staff on the bed and let go of the mirror. 'Okay, the ring is supposed to let me travel back to times when I've lost something, my stuff certainly counts.'

Neville closed his eyes and focused on losing his stuff. "Please work, please work, please work…" he trailed off as he felt like he'd just spun around in place without actually moving. He opened his eyes and grinned when he saw all of his possessions back where they were supposed to be. "Awesome!" he sighed when his possessions vanished. "Or not," he muttered as he looked at the empty room. 'Okay, I might need to go further back.'

He walked over and picked up 'his' pillow then focused on the 'present' and jumped. He grinned when he found himself back in the present and realized that he had an extra pillow. "I can work with this." He tossed the extra pillow on his bed.

'What's the worst thing I've ever lost?' Neville asked himself, thinking back over his life. "The password list. Yeah, probably not important anymore," he paused as he realized the memory would probably get him inside the dorms. 'Okay, that gives me access to my books, at least from third year.'

He focused and used his ring to jump 'back' to the dorm. His gaze jumped to the orange feline that was already running for the door with the password list. 'You're just lucky I don't hold a grudge,' he thought as he turned to look at his sleeping younger self or at least the version of him that was sleeping peacefully.

'I'd change things if I could, probably just as well that I can't.' He picked up his younger self's trunk then walked over to Harry's bed and opened his friend's trunk. 'It's not stealing if it's not real,' he told himself as he rifled through his friend's possessions for his cloak. He pulled the shimmering cloak out and put it on, fairly sure Harry wouldn't mind him snagging a duplicate of his cloak. He walked over and grabbed Harry's wand off his nightstand. 'He could probably stand to have a backup.'

He put Harry's wand behind his left ear then opened his younger self's trunk and started sorting through his clothes, tossing everything that wouldn't fit so that he'd have room for more books and ingredients. He glanced over at Harry's firebolt leaning up against the wall, fairly sure that taking it would cause problems but also knowing that McGonagall would probably strangle him if she ever found out he had the opportunity to get a free firebolt and didn't take it. 'Screw it, it's magic, I don't have to explain shit. I can always use a public owl and send it to McGonagall for use by the Gryffindor team.'

Neville quickly finished tossing the clothes then packed the firebolt in the trunk and headed for the door, wanting to grab some clothes and books from the upper years before he looked for more recent memories to jump to so he could recover his possessions or at least enough that his Grams wouldn't notice.

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Sirius looked up from his breakfast when Harry and Hermione walked in. "How did you sleep?"

"The best I've slept in years," Harry replied as he glanced between Sirius and Mrs. Weasley who was standing by the stove flipping pancakes.

"My snoring isn't that bad," Ron complained after swallowing his last bite of pancake.

Fred laughed. "Keep telling yourself that."

"Or don't and get it fixed," George suggested, tired of having to cast noise reduction spells on the walls.

"Leave him alone, he can talk to the nurse when he gets back to school," Molly said absently as she loaded up a plate for Harry, pretending that she hadn't ranted at him the night before about cleaning and magic use, mostly because Albus had reminded her that this was in fact his summer break and that he could spend it how he wanted. "Here you go."

"Thank you," Harry said as he accepted the plate, doing his best not to glare at his friend's mother. 'Screw it, pick your battles Harry,' he told himself as he walked over and sat down next to Sirius. "The stairs actually looked clean, how much progress has Kreacher made?"

"He started with the stairs then moved up the top floors and attic," Sirius replied.

Hermione frowned at Sirius. "You're not overworking him, are you?"

"No, though I had to threaten to pay him to get him to stop dragging his feet," Sirius replied with a smile, remembering the horrified look on Kreacher's face when he'd suggested paying him.

"Have you had any luck breaking the curses on the library?" Harry asked, cutting in before Hermione could go on another rant about house elf rights.

Sirius glanced at Molly then looked back at Harry. "Bill managed to remove twenty seven books that weren't cursed from the shelves, we tossed a couple in a locked chest for Dumbledore to look at and we'll start on the least cursed books once Bill gets back from making a supply run."

"Locked up?" Hermione asked as she accepted a plate of pancakes, wondering what Sirius was worried about.

"One was written by one Thomas Lovegood and another by a Monday Addams," Sirius replied as if that explained his reluctance.

Fred glanced at George who gave him a nod. "What are they about?"

Sirius shook his head. "No idea, I figured I'd ask Albus to have one of the Lovegoods take a look, it's easier and safer."

"Dark families?" Hermione asked, fairly sure Ginny had mentioned a Lovegood at least once.

"The Lovegoods are fine, they're just a bit off," Molly said, thinking about her neighbor's obsession with strange creatures that didn't exist and ancient legends. "The Addams on the other hand are a dark family."

"More than a little," Ron muttered under his breath, thinking about Ginny's friend.

"Death Eaters?" Harry asked after swallowing his bite of pancakes.

"No, just dark and twisted, think Hagrid with more magic and less morals," Sirius suggested, fairly sure most of the Addams had some type of non human blood or possibly strange magic traits that made them a lot stronger and more durable than normal witches and wizards.

Hermione paused with her fork halfway to her mouth. "That's a bit terrifying."

"Thankfully, most of them mean well or are content to leave people alone. Speaking of dark creatures or dangerous spells, stay away from the desk in the drawing room, Ginny heard it rattling around. I'll have Moody check on it before the Order meeting."

"Sounds good, I've got reading for class to work on," Harry said, fairly sure no one could object to him working on his summer reading.

"How long do you think that's going to take?" Ron asked, feeling like he was wasting his summer trapped somewhere he couldn't ride his broom.

'Depends on how long it takes Kreacher to clean the house,' Harry thought. "I should be able to get most of it done today or tomorrow. I'm skipping History of Magic as I can bring earplugs and just read during the lectures, I doubt he'll even notice."

"He never seemed to with us," Sirius offered. "Your mother did the same thing."

"Seems reasonable," Molly agreed as she turned off the stove and tossed the last of the pancakes on a plate. She smiled at Ron when he looked at her in surprise. "What? Binns has been teaching for a long time and I'm not that old."

"So which subject are we working on first?" Ron asked, knowing better than to comment on his mother's age.

"We might as well start with transfiguration," Harry said, not particularly concerned where they started just that they did something that would let them avoid trouble.

"You can read my notes, it should help let you know what to pay attention to," Hermione offered, knowing he had other things to work on and looking forward to learning some of his new tricks.

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Ginny slipped the transformation ring on her finger then looked into the bathroom mirror and willed herself to change forms. She froze in place as purple mist flowed out of her ring and over her body, changing her from a thirteen almost fourteen year old girl into a seventeen or eighteen year old blue haired busty model that was at least half a foot taller than her normal form. "I think Harry might have a type."

"Oh? Why is that?" Hermione asked from outside of the bathroom.

"Because all of the magic girl forms have decent sized knockers and would make a veela jealous," Ginny replied as she ran her fingers through her waist length blue hair.

"It can't be that bad," Hermione replied.

Ginny walked over and opened the door then pointed at her breasts. "Are you sure?"

Hermione couldn't help the corners of her mouth twisting into a grin as she studied Ginny's magic girl form. "You might have a point," she admitted.

"Or two," Ginny said thoughtfully as she stretched her arms over her head. "Do you have anything that fits?"

Hermione pulled her attention off Ginny's breasts and walked over to look through her trunk. "I should be able to find something I can charm."

Ginny glanced over at the locked bedroom door. "Do you have any idea how we're going to steal enough time to learn some of Harry's tricks?"

"I'm planning on spending a lot of time in the library, eventually Ron will get bored enough to learn something or he'll wander off to play chess." Hermione grabbed a large shirt out of her trunk and tossed it to Ginny. "Try that."

Ginny pulled the t-shirt on. "It barely reaches my thighs."

"It covers everything, just don't stretch," Hermione suggested as she summoned her wand to do a bit of transfiguration.

"Funny." Ginny raised her hands and the shirt lifted up revealing her crotch. "I'm fairly sure Mum would kill me if she ever saw me like this."

"That's what alternate forms are for." Hermione waved her wand, transfiguring the large t-shirt into a simple red dress that came down to Ginny's knees. "How does it feel?"

"Tight in certain places, loose in others," Ginny replied as she walked back into the bathroom so she could look at the back of the uncomfortable dress.

"Sorry," Hermione offered. "I'll have to practice a bit more."

"Don't worry about it, it's nice knowing there are spells you can't master with a couple of minutes of work," Ginny replied with amusement when quickly swapped back to her normal form when someone knocked on the bedroom door.

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