This is a Fan-fiction Harry Potter story, which contains animal transformations. All characters are 18 years of age, and if you have a problem with fiction that involves transformation, it is your responsibility to stop here. Your offense is not my problem. Consider yourself duly informed.

  For EduartBoudewijn

  “Nice to have some sun today.” Fleur sighed, enjoying the warmth as her blonde hair glittered in the sunlight.

  Beside her, brunette locks gleaming, Hermione nodded in agreement. “It’s warm like this so rarely this far north, it’s a great change of pace.

  Both Fleur and Hermione had been so taken in by the warm weather and bright sunlight, they’d decided to walk Hogwarts and enjoy a relaxing evening. All around them, students were hurrying about, laughing and playing in the sunlight. Even a few of the instructors were out enjoying tea on a blanket beneath the whomping willow, who knew better than to start trouble on a day like this. Everyone seemed in high spirits, a few even swimming in the normally cold waters nearby, causing a few small groups of boys to gawk at the occasional swimsuit. However, there was a single dark cloud in this ocean of sunlight and smiles, and as they drew near, Hermione recognized a shock of bright red hair. It was Ginny Weaseley, sitting by herself on a stone wall, her arms around her knees as she fumed.

  “Ginny?” Fleur asked, surprised to see her friend looking so down. “What is wrong? Why do you look so upset on such a gorgeous day?” Fleur’s accent added a flowery sound to her voice as she put a hand on her younger friend’s shoulder.

  “Hmph.” Was all Ginny said, as she scooted away from Fleur.

  “Hey! Don’t be rude!” Hermione growled, popping Ginny on her head with one palm.

  “OW!” Ginny growled, before she fumed and put her hands over her head. “Leave me alone.” She barked. “I’m not in a good mood!”

  “I can see that.” Hermione huffed. “Why? Won’t you tell us at least? We’re your friends. We care.” She added, causing Ginny to wilt slightly.

  “O… Ok.” She finally said, sliding down from the wall, and crossing her arms. “I failed Warwick’s test… badly. Now I have to redo it, and I’m not happy.

  “Oh, that’s too bad.” Fleur said, smiling and clasping her hands. “You can do it Ginny.”

  “Of course she can.” Hermione sighed. “She’s one of the smartest student’s I’ve met.” She said, crossing her own arms as Ginny perked up at the compliment. “She just doesn’t apply herself. She spends too much time playing around instead of studying. So she fails tests.” Hermione said, as Ginny frowned.

  “Thank you… I needed that dash of cold water.” Ginny snapped back. “No one asked you anyway.” She huffed.

  “Well… maybe we can help!” Fleur said, leaning over and smiling broadly at Ginny. “What if we help you study?” She asked, causing the redhead to look back at her, interest on her face.

  “Really? You’d do that?” Ginny asked, hopeful tone in her voice.

  “No.” Hermione grunted bluntly.

  “Hermione!” Fleur gasped as Ginny frowned twice as hard as she had before.

  “I won’t help you study unless you promise to take your work more seriously. It’s a waste of our time when you ignore our help and refuse to put in the effort.” Hermione explained as Ginny began to grow red in her face.

  “Oh, yeah? You’re just so perfect, I’d hate to waste you precious time.” Ginny snarled, clearly pissed now.

  “See.” Hermione said, gesturing at Ginny with her palms. “You won’t even listen to valid criticism, why should I exert any effort?”

  “I’m sorry I’m not as good at magic and studying as the great Hermione.” Ginny hissed, now trembling in anger.

  “N-Now ladies.” Fleur tried to intervene. “Clearly Ginny needs to learn to pay attention and study more.” She said, as Ginny hissed angrily at this comment.

  “Maybe if you were less bird brained, you could focus.” Hermione added with a smirk on her face.

  Ginny seemed to snap, about to explode when her face suddenly darkened. She had a mischievous glint in her eye and nodded, reaching into her pocket as if to grab something. Both Hermione and Fleur glanced at each other, recognizing their young friend was up to something, their expressions becoming nervous..

  “Maybe you’re right Hermione, maybe I am a bird brain…” She said, Hermione realizing that Ginny was reaching for her wand, her hand going to her own. “Maybe with the right help, I can teach you to be bird brained too!” Ginny shouted, as her wand came up with a flash of bright light, which caused both Fleur and Hermione to cover their faces.

  “Ginny, don’t you da-!” Hermione snapped, before both she and Fleur fell silent, the light fading instantly.

  Ginny glanced up and noticed that both Hermione and Fleur seemed to be standing still, arms limp at their sides. Both women were slack jawed, eyes staring ahead, glassy and vacant as if both women were asleep with their eyes open. For a moment, Ginny worried that perhaps she had cast the wrong spell, rendering them both as brainless fools. Just as she was about to ask if they were ok, Hermione suddenly threw back her head and began to hoot and whistle loudly, while Fleur began to flap her arms about. Both of them began to stomp their feet, goose stepping about and wobbling side to side, almost as if awkwardly experiencing their body for the first time. Hermione was hissing and flapping her arms about, while Fleur kept leaping into the air, only to crash down and hiss aggressively at Ginny.

  “Whoah! That worked really well!” Ginny snickered, covering her mouth and looking around, worried that someone would hear the fuss the girls were making. Convinced she was alone, she put her hands on her hips and began to laugh like an evil villain in a comic book. “So? Not so better than me anymore, now that you are a bunch of bird brains.” She snorted, pleased as Hermione was now on all fours, using her feet to push her torso across the ground, accidentally flashing her white underwear in the process.

  Both women seemed to flop around, kicking at the ground and each other, flapping their arms the entire time. Hermione fell back onto her butt in the warm grass, rolling onto her belly with a green grass stain across her butt. Fleur kept aggressively hissing at Ginny, but anytime she tried to walk, her far flinging feet would shoot out straight, causing her to tip over backwards. Now both of them were laying in the grass, hissing and whistling, occasionally slapping their arms at each other. Ginny felt a warm satisfaction at having punished her friends for misjudging her, and crossed her arms.

  “I need to study better? I think I know just as much magic as you!” She proclaimed, smirking broadly. “Next time I doubt you’ll disrespect me so blatantly.” She announced, as she produced her wand and waved it over her head, undoing the spell.

  There was no flash of light, and both women continued to act like they were wobbling awkward geese, kicking and flapping at the air. Ginny frowned, certain she had used the spell properly, she repeated the revocation, and waited. Once again neither Hermione nor Fleur seemed to react; both of them now perched on their legs with their arms folded at their sides. Hermione looked like she was trying preen her own hair, biting at it, while Fleur tried to puff herself up like a bird resting on a nest. Once more, Ginny revoked the spell, a nervous tension growing inside her chest as she wondered if she would be able to undo what she had done. Neither woman reacted, both still acting like annoyed and awkward large geese trapped in a person’s body.

  “Ooooookay… I may have messed up.” Ginny said aloud, putting one hand on her cheek in panic.

  “Of course you did! You never… study!” Came a strained voice, which Ginny recognized as Hermione’s.

  “Hermione? Can you hear me?” She asked, glancing down at her perching friend, who glared suspiciously back at her.

  “Yes it’s me, who else would it be?” Came the very angry voice, but not from Hermione’s lips.

  “Oh wow… I really… really messed up!” Ginny whined, sounding like her brother as she stood in confusion.

  “You’re dead meat when I get over there!” Hermione’s straining voice called out.

  Just then, Ginny noticed movement coming from the bushes near the water’s edge, as two white figures came stumbling out of the bushes. It was a large goose with an orange beak, and a long slender swan, both of them shambling and stepping about with their wings stretched uselessly out. They seemed drunk, or brain damaged, wobbling, stumbling and falling about as they slowly came closer. She realized they both had a strangely human intent in their movements, their faces writ with anger as they slowly came closer. She stepped back, only to be hissed at loudly by Fleur, as Hermione and her began to whistle and honk angrily at the approaching waterfowl. It was like they were threatened by their approach, but neither could move well enough to escape or attack, flopping down as the geese finally reached her.

  “You’ve done it this time!” Hissed the goose, which had a French accent and snipped at her with it’s beak.

  “OW!” Ginny gasped, stepping back. “What’s happening here!?” She whined plaintively.

  “Your spell did this! Don’t pretend you don’t understand!” The goose honked in Hermione’s voice. “You really are daft!” She added, as she came up alongside the first goose and snapped at Ginny as well.

  Ginny was horribly confused for a moment, until she realize that he spell had in fact not reduced Fleur and Hermione to bird brained people. Instead, it had actually swapped their minds into bird bodies, and vice versa, the wording she had overlooked on the spell making more sense suddenly.

  “It should be obvious if you didn’t slack off! You swapped or minds into these geese, and their minds into our bodies!” The swan barked in Fleur’s voice, looking awkwardly at her own body as the goose within kicked and flailed her legs, exposing her own grass stained panties between her legs. “Mon Dieu!” She added with a frazzled hiss. “We need to stop this before some boy comes along and sees… sees…”

  “Your lady bits?” Ginny asked, as Hermione bit her again. “OW!”

  “Yes, before that happens!” Hermione hissed.

  “Why… why don’t you turn yourselves back?” Ginny asked awkwardly.

  “We already tried!” Fleur hissed.

  “It just doesn’t work as geese or… swans.” Hermione honked, flapping her wings. “You better think of something soon!” She added with a loud flap of her wings.

  “Ok, calm down! I’m not stupid!” Ginny said, waving her hand at the angry goose. “Just calm down and let me think.

  Ginny began to consider how she had cast the spell, working on a solution as she paced back and forth between the pair. As a minute passed, then another, Ginny still seemed lost in thought and pondering. After five minutes, both Fleur and Hermione began to worry that perhaps their friend wasn’t as prepared for the task as she boasted.

  “Perhaps we should get help.” Fleur said, coiling her slender white neck in annoyance.

  “Yeah, we should get McGonagall, she probably knows how to fix this.” Hermione snapped, turning to waddle off and find a teacher to help her.

  “Wait!” Ginny cried, running over and blocking the wobbly goose. “I’ll get in trouble!”

  “So?” Hermione hissed. “You did this.” She added, trying to step around Ginny.

  “Please, give me another chance before we go and find a teacher.” Ginny pleaded, clasping her hands together.

  Hermione and Fleur exchanged a glance, the swan nodding after a moment, before Hermione shook her head. “Ok… but if you mess up…” She added threateningly.

  Ginny nodded, and raised her wand. “Thank you! Alright, let’s see what this does!” She announced, a flash of white light shining from her wand.

  Hermione and Fleur waited, examining their bodies and then glancing at their human bodies, which were still flopping around on the grass. Both of them seemed to hiss in annoyance, as Hermione began to waddle off once more, Ginny looking around frantically.

  “W-Where are you going?” She asked nervously, watching as Hermione padded off towards the banquet hall.

  “Getting help, clearly you can’t do this.” She announced as Ginny began to turn pale.

  Suddenly there was a loud flapping and Fleur spoke up. “Look! Something is happening!”

  All eyes went to Hermione’s human body, as it began to sprout feathers, her arms becoming flatter, her fingers turning into feathers. Fleur’s body was also sprouting fuzzy down, her neck growing longer, as her legs turned black and scaly. Hermione’s body was shrinking down into her oversized and now ill-fitting clothing, while Fleur looked to be sliding back into her baby blue uniform. Hermione’s feet were the last part of her seen, orange webbed feet sliding up into her skirt, while Fleur’s dark beak and slender neck sucked into her collar. After a moment both piles of clothing began to thrash and kick, as a large goose and swan tried to break free from within the cloth garments.

  “AH ok… so that worked.” Ginny said, looking nervously back to her friends.

  “Sure… but how does that help…” Hermione started to say, when both she and Fleur in their avian forms began to glow.

  Slowly Hermione’s goose neck shortened back towards her shoulders, her wings stretching down as the feathers began to flex like fingers. Her skinny orange goose legs began to stretch out behind her, as her round human bottom slowly rose out from under the feathery behind. Her breasts bounced forward from her chest, as her entire body grew thicker and lost the feathers. In moments, she was a naked human again, long brunette hair falling over her face as she shook her head in surprise. Fleur too was growing, her head swelling awkwardly atop the scrawny swan neck, her breasts puffing out one at a time from her chest, her legs slowly stretching down from her swan body. Her neck sucked in, her legs became thick and firm, her wings flapped as they slowly became arms, then hands forming from the flight feathers at the ends. Both were restored to human forms, but were both naked and covering their nudity with their hands.

  “Wow! I did it!” Ginny cheered, leaping into the air and then laughing in relief. “See I told you that I could do it!”

  “Wait!” Hermione said, as she examined her breasts, and pubic hair with her fingers, brushing apart the curly hair. “Why is my hair brown now?” Hermione asked, suddenly speaking in a fluent and lyrical accent. “Also, why are my breasts so much… rounder?” She asked, as Ginny glanced at Fleur.

  Fleur was clenching her fists in anger, while peering backwards over her shoulder at her butt. “My ass is not this big…” She said, her voice now speaking perfectly in Hermione’s cadence and accent.

  “Uh oh…” Ginny whispered, looking back and forth as both woman suddenly glared at her, their faces red with embarrassment and anger. “Oh no… I turned you back… but I must have swapped your minds again…” She whimpered, letting her arms hang at her sides.

  “You… stupid little… imbecile!” Fleur in Hermione’s body seethed, as she pointed a trembling finger at the now horrified Ginny. “How could you make such a stupid mess of everything?” She demanded.

  “I-I’m sorry!” Ginny stammered, as she tried to think of a solution to this mess.

  “You really did make a shocking mess of all this!” Fleur added, her French accent mixed with Hermione’s voice adding an otherworldly feeling to her comments. “Like… how can you make a mess worse like that?”

  “I-I didn’t mean…” Ginny gasped, running through spells in her mind.

  Fleur was suddenly distracted, glancing down and then feeling her breasts, her face turning a little red. “Wow, these are rounder and larger than I thought.”

  “Hey!” Hermione snapped, her own hands feeling up her backside. “You’re butt is round and plump… I never imagined.” She said, furrowing her brow.

  “I have curves.” Fleur said, putting emphasis on the word. “I’ll thank you to stop feeling up my bottom!” She added, glaring at Hermione.

  Hermione snickered and brought her hands up. “Sorry, I guess I just never noticed you had a nice butt.”

  “Oui… and your breasts are better than I imagined.” Fleur said blushing a bit herself.

  “I got it!” Ginny growled, angry that she had made such a mistake, as her wand flashed over her head, and both women began to blink in surprise. Ginny watched as Fleur and Hermione shook their heads and then looked down at their bodies. “Please tell me that worked…” She said softly.

  “Oh thank goodness!” Fleur said, now back in her own body as she wrapped her arms around herself protectively.

  “What a relief!” Hermione said, slouching in relief, before she hurried over and began to chase the goose and swan out of their clothing. “Come on! Get off it!” Hermione snapped, as the goose honked and shambled away, feathers flying before she had extricated the birds from their fashion choices.

  “Phew… I told you I could handle this!” Ginny snapped defensively, watching as both women began to hurriedly slide back into their underwear and bras. “You didn’t need to be so mean to me for making a simple mistake!” She added, as Fleur was shimmying her skirt up, Hermione sliding into her blouse.

  “We weren’t being mean! It’s a legitimate criticism of how you have been behaving!” Hermione growled, buttoning up her blouse.

  Ginny stood her ground for a moment, before wilting. “I know…” She whimpered. I’m sorry, I really am just not cut out for studying like you both do.”

  “Indeed, but perhaps we can actually help you study… with a spell of our own.” Fleur said, looking to Hermione.

  Hermione, now dressed again, seemed to consider this. “I suppose… I do have that egghead spell.” She said, as Ginny instantly brightened up. “If you want is to try it?” She said, grinning at Fleur.

  “Sure! I’ll try it!” Ginny blurted, excitement and anticipation writ on her face.

  “Ok then.” Hermione said, as she waved her wand above her head. “Let’s turn you into an egghead!” She said, as the spell flashed above her, causing Ginny to blink and shudder.

  Ginny waited, expecting knowledge to come flooding into her mind, but when she seemed to stay the same she furrowed her brow. She was starting to become suspicious, as her clothes began to sag and sink around her frame. She looked down and gasped to see she was shrinking towards the floor, her skirt and panties plopping down at her feet, as her arms slid back into her sleeves. She gasped as she looked up to see Fleur and Hermione grinning down at her, as if they were twice her height and growing.

  “Hey! I’m shrinking! Hey! Help me!” Ginny wailed, as she began to vanish from sight, her voice becoming small and distant.

  In moments, Ginny vanished, her clothing plopping down onto the floor, as her voice became muted and muffled. Hermione squatted down, slowly putting one hand inside Ginny’s blouse, fishing out a bundle of blue underwear, and a small white egg wrapped within. She tossed the underwear aside and held the egg in her palm, grinning as the sounds of Ginny’s muffled voice escaped through the thin shell.

  “Hey… what happened?” Came her muffled and tiny voice.

  “You wanted to be an egghead, so we remembered an egg spell and gave you what you wanted.” Fleur teased, leaning over to poke the egg gently.

  “Hey! Y-You can’t do this to me!” The voice within squealed, the egg bouncing from side to side.

  “Maybe that will teach you not to play with spells so flippantly, and STUDY next time.” Hermione laughed, holding the tiny egg up in her palm.

  “I-I’m sorry I humiliated you… turn me back, please!” Ginny whimpered, humiliated and thoroughly beaten. “I-I promise to be a good girl!”

  “We’ll see.” Fleur laughed. “However, for now, I think you need to stay as an egg for a bit, to learn your lesson properly.”

  “Yeah, and if you behave, maybe we can turn you back to a person… in a few days.” Hermione added, gently putting the egg in her breast pocket.

  “A-A few days!?” Ginny squealed, her voice cracking in humiliated despair.

  “Sure… maybe we will sit on her, see what hatches?” Hermione laughed, as the pair began to walk back to their dorm rooms, the egg squealing and yelling angrily.

  “Don’t you dare sit on me Fleur! Your big butt will crush me!” The egg whined, as she was carried off to spend the next few days considering her actions.

  END