Changing One's Stripes (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

Themes: No Sex, Transformation, Prologue

Word Count: 2,638

Summary: Harry Potter is a metamorphmagus, though he doesn't know it. Tonks is smart enough to see the signs though. And she's more than happy to help out. 

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Harry Potter was frustrated, in more ways than one. He was a little sick of being treated like a child. At fifteen years old, having survived attempt after attempt on his life over the last few years, Harry liked to think he could look after himself. Even if he was small and a little lanky, he was a wizard, wasn’t he? Besides, he’d been told more than once that being small was for the best. And his life experiences had shown that as well. Staying small let him remain unassuming, at least until he started at Hogwarts.

Even then, even with his shocking popularity, staying small was apparently good for seekers, and if he was being honest, playing as Gryffindor’s star seeker was one of the few bright spots in his life. It had been more than a little frustrating having the Quidditch Cup cancelled the year previous because of the damn Tri-Wizard Tournament.

Of course, there had been a LOT of things wrong with Harry’s fourth year, such as the attempts on his life and the horrifying resurrection of Voldemort himself, but even with all of that, Harry couldn’t help but regret the loss of Quidditch quite a bit. Regardless, now he would be going into his fifth year, Voldemort was back, and everything was turned on its head.

At least… at least he wouldn’t be spending the rest of the summer at the Dursleys’. Letting out a happy sigh as he walks up the steps of Grimmauld Place, Harry can’t help but smile, even as Remus looks back and gives him a grin.

“Alright there Harry? Come on, everyone is excited to see you.”

And he was excited to see everyone else as well. The two of them slip inside of the old manor, and past the covered painting in the front hall. They find everyone waiting for them in the dining room, and before Harry can get far at all, he has an arm around his shoulder from Sirius. His Godfather looks as happy to see him as Harry is to be there, even as he pulls him close.

“Harry! Glad to see you in one piece! Would have come myself but… well, you know. Dumbledore recommended against it…”

Harry knew quite well, as annoying as it was. The Headmaster’s recommendations were more orders than anything else, even if Dumbledore did keep up the kind, grandfatherly act. It was… well, it didn’t matter what it was, because Harry’s thoughts are subsequently derailed by his best friends stepping up in front of him. Ron has a smile on his face, but it’s a little tentative, even as he reaches out and claps Harry’s shoulder. 

The red head is still nervous, still hesitant… as he damn well should be, given his behavior during the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Unfortunately, Harry had a depressing shortage of real friends despite his overwhelming popularity, so he wouldn’t hold it against Ron, no matter how much it had hurt.

“Hey there buddy, good to see ya.”

Harry gives Ron a smile and nod of his own, but then Hermione is in his face and Sirius is stepping back with a laugh as the beautiful brunette witch pulls Harry into a full-blown hug.

“Harry! Ugh, it took far too long to get you here. Honestly, there was no reason for you to stay with those miserable people any longer than necessary!”

The short young wizard can’t help but blush at the contact with Hermione. Here was another way in which he was becoming more and more frustrated. Hermione had… blossomed for lack of a better word in their Fourth Year. It was crazy, but she was an utter bombshell now, and Harry couldn’t help but notice. The way she’d looked at the Yule Ball on Krum’s arm had… well, needless to say, Harry was a little flustered by the time Hermione pulled back.

Even though they were the same age, she was taller than him now. It was the first time he’d noticed… and it made him feel oddly insignificant, even as he put on a brave face and gave Hermione a smile and a nod.

“G-Good to see you too Hermione.”

Before he can inwardly curse himself too much over that small stutter, Harry found himself assaulted by another target of his increasingly frequent wet dreams. This time, Harry can’t help but blush profusely, even as Molly Weasley holds him close, fussing over him as she inadvertently rubs her insanely sexy, insanely stacked body up against his own. Or more accurately, she rubs HIM into her, what with the death grip she has on him.

“Oh Harry, sweetie~ You haven’t been eating enough again, have you? Come, come! Let’s get some food in you!”

It was honestly unbelievable, how exceptional Molly Weasley looked over popping out seven kids. Her figure could have been called hourglass if it wasn’t for the absolutely massive tits she sported. As it was, there was no other way to describe the Weasley Matriarch except as stacked. Harry couldn’t possibly see her as any sort of mother figure… not when he’d had a crush on her since the first time he laid eyes on her back when he was eleven.

Damn hormones, damn puberty… as Mrs. Weasley pushes him into a chair and begins to load up a plate in front of him with food, Harry glances around the room and nods and smiles to everyone else there. It’s not many people, mostly just Ginny and Tonks. Ginny… Ginny is basically her mother, just not fully developed. Harry can’t help but crush on her as well, even though she’s a year younger than him. The girl is hot, exceedingly so, and even with about half her mom’s tit size and maybe two thirds her mom’s ass, she’s still unbelievably hot.

Tonks… Tonks is pretty much one of the most average witches Harry knows. He also knows that she’s a metamorphmagus, and he’s always wondered if that played a part in the purple-haired woman’s body type. He wasn’t entirely sure how metamorphmagus abilities worked, to be fair, but perhaps she had control and for some reason WANTED to look unassuming?

Regardless, he doesn’t pay Tonks much mind. As rude as it might be, Harry finds his focus on the much hotter, much sexier women all around him, even as everyone sits and eats and talks over him. Harry is more than a little tired by this point, so he stays quiet, only speaking up when someone asks something of him. All in all, he just… he needs some rest.

Eventually, Harry stands and slips out of the room. No one notices the boy go, even though he really should have been the man of the hour. But that’s just fine by Harry. The only way it could have really been nice was if one of those gorgeous witches downstairs followed him up, maybe for some alone time and-

“Wotcher, Harry~”

Harry stops dead and his face goes aflame as he glances back to see Tonks behind him. She… wasn’t exactly who he’d been hoping for. Though to be fair, his little fantasy was just that in the end, a fantasy.

“… What is it, Tonks?”

Grinning slightly, Tonks crosses her arms over her chest… and then Harry’s eyes go wide as he watches Tonk’s breasts grow beneath her shirt to truly impressive sizes.

“Saw how you reacted to Molly’s hug back there. Like ‘em voluptuous, Harry?”

Harry’s mouth opens and closes like a goldfish, even as he stares, fixating on Tonks’ now huge rack. She’s even bigger than Mrs. Weasley now, by a slight margin. Not enough to be grotesque but more than enough to be enticing. Snickering at the expression on Harry’s face, Tonks places one hand on her hips and smirks easily.

“You know Harry, you don’t need to be lusting after us older women. You’re a hero in your own right. A badass like you should have a girlfriend, one who will take care of your needs so you’re not rubbing one out to the thought of Molly Weasley in nothing but a ‘Kiss the Chef’ apron.”

Harry’s pupils dilate at the mental image and Tonks giggles again, even as her teasing hits home. And just like that, the metamorphmagus decides to end the conversation then and there, turning around and leaving. Harry’s jaw drops open all over again as he stares at Tonks’ ridiculously over-sized rear end. She was insanely voluptuous in that moment, her body an obscenely attractive caricature of the best features of all the girls downstairs.

Shuddering, Harry squeezes his eyes shut… and then slips into his room, hoping to take care of some urgent business before getting to sleep. He wasn’t going to bed without relief, that was for sure. All the while, Tonks’ words fill his thoughts. A girlfriend? Just what was she playing at?

-x-X-x-

The next morning wasn’t much better for Harry. He paid a lot more attention to Tonks, just to make sure she didn’t do anything crazy, but his eyes did routinely stray to the other hotties around the breakfast table. Of course, Tonks didn’t let up just because there were more people around. The metamorphmagus still flirted with Harry, even if she did couch it in terms of being proud of him and impressed by his bravery.

She got Hermione and Ginny and Molly to all agree with her too, and Harry had to swallow hard to keep the blush from covering his face for longer than a few seconds. It was just… it was just too much. But when he confronted her about it out in the hall before she had to leave for her shift, Tonks just grinned and gave him a wink and some advice.

“Look Harry, a big damn hero like you? You’re a wizard any woman would love to be with. I gotta go, but you need to stop selling yourself short. Live a little, Potter!”

And then she was gone again, just like that. Grimacing, Harry thought more deeply on Tonks’ words. Was she right? Was he holding himself back? He knew plenty of beautiful young witches close to his age. Why couldn’t he date one? Why couldn’t he find a woman to love? The thought woke his libido and caused his dick to rise, and Harry spent a minute more just getting that back down again. But even still, by the time he was no longer hard, he’d come to a decision. He was going to ask one of them out.

What could go wrong?

-x-X-x-

“… Oh, you’re seeing someone?”

Ginny looks remorseful, even as she nods her head apologetically. Harry feels like a complete idiot, even as he blushes and looks away.

“R-Right… sorry, I guess I should have known. You’re a pretty witch, a-anyone would be lucky to have you.”

“You’re too sweet Harry. I really appreciate that, and I’m sure you’ll find someone too, soon enough!”

Harry lets out an explosive sigh and smiles sadly, nodding as well.

“Yeah, sure… well, talk to you later Ginny.”

“Alright, by Harry…”

That had been a bust. Harry felt lower than dirt. How… how had he not known Ginny was already dating? How was Ginny dating before he was? It was… it was just so frustrating! It felt like everyone was leaving him in the dark. How was he supposed to avoid making a fool of himself when he didn’t know what was even going on with the people who were supposed to be his friends?

“Harry James Potter!”

Harry whirls in the hallway at the sound of Hermione’s angry voice. There’s no one else around as the beautiful brunette bombshell stalks up to him, her features stormy. He’s not sure what he’s done wrong, even as she glares at him. Was she… was she hoping he’d ask her first? The thought crosses Harry’s mind to ask Hermione out now, but after he just struck out with Ginny… and she looks upset with him to boot…

“Hermione? What’s up?”

Growling, Hermione crosses her arms over her chest.

“Don’t ‘what’s up’ me, Harry! I expect this kind of behavior from Ron, but not from you! Asking Ginny out when she already has a boyfriend? Are you trying to hurt their relationship? Do you know what kind of pressure that puts her under? Honestly, Harry!”

For a moment, he just stares at his best friend. How could she… did she truly not understand that he hadn’t known? That seemed impossible. Perhaps Hermione truly was blind to how she and Ron and the others had all hurt him. Whether she was being actively malicious or just willfully ignorant, Harry can’t quite defuse the fury building in him as well. It’d been there for a while, in fact… and now he’s ready to explode.

“Maybe if I’d known she was even SEEING someone I could have avoided that, Hermione! But my friends don’t tell me ANYTHING, now do they?! You don’t write me letters, you don’t send me packages! How am I supposed to know anything about any of you when you ignore me for half the summer, pretending I don’t even exist?! Maybe if my best friend told me the important things, like the fact that one of YOUR best friends has a boyfriend, I wouldn’t have put Ginny in a bad position like that!”

Hermione’s eyes are wide as Harry towers over her, his face twisted in anger. He’s really building to a full head of steam, when a voice suddenly calls out that cuts through all the red settling over his vision.

“Alright, that’s about enough of that! Come with me Harry!”

-x-X-x-

Tonks had come back from her shift to find Harry and Hermione arguing. She was able to get a fairly good idea of what had happened while she was gone, but that wasn’t the important bit. Even if it was technically her fault for Harry striking out with Ginny, there was something far more important garnering Tonks’ attention. Specifically, Harry had been two inches shorter than Hermione when the boy had arrived at Grimmauld Place the day before.

In that moment however, Harry was actually taller than Hermione, and the bookish brunette witch wasn’t cowering or crouching or anything like that. He’d sprouted four inches in total from the looks of things, just to glare down at his best friend, filled with ire that she’d probably earned. Quite suddenly, Tonks understood why Dumbledore had wanted her to stay at Grimmauld Place for the rest of the summer.

Quite suddenly, Tonks knew exactly what Harry was… and what she had to do.

“Alright, that’s about enough of that! Come with me Harry!”

Before the young wizard can even protest, Tonks is dragging him away from Hermione, who stands there with a bit of a strange look on her face as she watches the pair leave. She makes no effort to follow however, much to Tonks’ relief. In the end, she’s able to drag Harry straight to her personal bedroom, closing and locking the door behind her.

Harry growls as he finally recovers from Tonks’ hasty intervention.

“What the hell Tonks?! What was that all about?!”

The young man is still upset, and not only his body but his posture shows that as well, even as he growls deep in his throat. Tonks just regards him in silence for a moment, before ripping the bandage clean off right then and there.

“Potter. You’re a metamorphmagus.”

The out of nowhere claim completely puts the young wizard off guard. Harry blinks dumbly at the slightly older witch.

“Huh?”

A wide grin spreads across Tonks’ face. She steps forward and places her hands on her hips.

“You’re a metamorphmagus, Harry. And I’m going to teach you how to harness your abilities.”