Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 - Wet Dreams

Returning into the Wizarding World - her world - hadn't given Hailey Potter quite the same thrill as it once had when she stepped through Diagon Ally for the first time all those years ago and judging by this house's poor exterior she had half a mind to think she had traded one prison for a shabbier one. Inside the walls of Sirius's old bedroom, the walls were cracked and peeling, revealing the dark secrets of rotting wood beneath layers of ancient paint. A single, dimly flickering candle managed to remain standing on the battered nightstand, offering a scant light in the gloomy atmosphere. In the other two beds, Hermione and Ginny were sound asleep the only movement was the occasional turning with questionable hand motions under the cover.

Despite her best efforts, Grimmauld Place failed to feel like home to her even with the added company of Hermione and Ginny. And it wasn't the gloomy room or the uncomfortable bed sheets that were keeping her awake...it was her disdain to sleep at all.

Since the end of the Third Task, Hailey had barely managed to get a decent night's rest. Plagued by nightmares night after night of Cedric dying in the graveyard, her blood stolen, the ritual and eventually the rebirth of Voldemort. Arriving at Grimmauld hadn't been any better, seeing her friends had only half a minimal effort at raising her spirits and the irritating cryptics from Dumbledore who hadn't even bothered to meet her in the eye as well as being kicked out from the 'adult' conversations with the Order was already growing on her patience.  Yes her of all people, the girl who had fought the greatest 'Dark Lord' not once, not twice but now three times all under the so-called protections of that same Headmaster who had not qualified her enough to sit at the table with the grownups. 

The only good that had come from him was her expulsion from Hogwarts had changed to a mandatory hearing regarding the use of magic in the presence of Muggles. Were the Ministry not aware that her relatives knew she was a witch or were they losing more brain cells by the flick of a wand? Who sent those Dementors after her in the first place? As usual, she was going to have to be the one to find those answers and judging by the stupid excuses her 'friends' had puked out at the instant of her arrival she was going alone this time.

Hailey tried for the millionth time and help utilize her burning anger to stay awake although the alluring dance of the flickering candlelight helped any resistance and the night claimed her. Unbeknownst to the three sleeping girls the headboards of the bed shimmered with an ethereal green glow before reverting to normal the changes happening slowly taking effect.

So came the first of the Grimmauld Place 'modification'. 

oOo

The past nights had been...strange to say the least for Hailey. At least as strange as one can get from being in a world where magic existed. Last night she had a rough time sleeping and yet she felt profoundly re-energised the next morning almost like the weight of the world had taken a few ounces off her shoulder.  That didn't mean her bad mood hadn't flared down the several new issues she was forced to deal with still left her in an agitated state. As if on cue the next morning at breakfast the owl post arrived with a small bundle of the latest Dailey Prophet its front page was emblazoned with a headline that mocked her former 'glory'.

"THE GIRL WHO LIVED...OR THE GIRL WHO LIED?"

The dinner table had been silent as they pended over her reaction though it was obvious they already knew what the natural response would be which was probably why Remus and Sirius weren't stunned when several cabinets exploded into splinters of wood where concealed newspapers were stashed away and scared Mundungus half to death who had been trying to sneak food utensils in his robes. 

The words in the article hung heavily in the air for her over the day forcing Hailey to double her efforts more on trying to restore Grimmauld Place to at least less of a safety hazard, but with her anger issues and free reign of magic, the insects in the house had no such luxary. She must have killed a few hundred bugs crawling away in fear before Ron and Hermione had to drag her away and put a cease to her miniature rampage. Wasn't her fault they reminded her of Rita Skeeter. In regards to her friends, Hailey had found herself distancing herself from them still upset they hadn't even attempted to contact her by not owl even a call from the muggle way might have sufficed or they could have just relayed messages to the Order members. But nothing. Just callous sheep.

And then through the days that passed sleep became...easier. Nightmares almost dissipated altogether from her mind and were replaced by...something she couldn't quite remember. All she knew was that she found herself craving sleep more and more her tension, and anxiety began to fade away and with her bad mood still hanging in the air the others hadn't forgotten in her way for the most part. For the first time in a long while she was starting to feel much better none the wiser to her slowly changing mind. Case in point to the incident several hours from now where after wasting half the day cleaning up the cobwebs, scrubbing grime from the walls and about a few hundred Scorgify Charms as a substitute for the preferred method of bathing everything in fire, Hailey thought she deserved a reward in the form of a bath.

Locking the door before stripping away Dudley's handy down clothes (an overly large band shirt with stain marks, jeans that sagged around the ankle hems) as she set the water to start filling the bowl taking pride in the clear and pristine water. All 'clothing' gone she was about to get in before she caught her appearance in the mirror oddly the only thing in this room not in need of cleaning standing before the full-length mirror practically glaring at the form she saw before her. 

She looked like a shadow of what she was supposed to be and even then shadows seemed to hold more charm than this state. Her black hair looked tangled and mattered, hanging in clumps around her face like a rat's nest (which brought back the memory of Pettigrew), the circles under her eyes were dark stretching and hanging tightly under her eye sockets. She looked far too thin for her age to the point a side of her ribcage was noticeably coated with sickly pale-looking skin and that damned scar was ever-present. This was it? This was the great saviour of the wizarding world?

What a joke.

She got into the tub taking a pleasant solace in the warm water to wretch herself away from her thoughts flinching as the cold patches of her skin were impacted with the water's steaming hotness seeping into her pores like a drug she hadn't had in ages. Nonchalantly she swept her hands along her sides with no sponge she had to do it herself subconsciously tracing her jutted-out hipbones and concave stomach.

Of all things why was she getting so fussy of something as trivial as her appearance? Hailey had never been what you would call a 'girly girl' since being raised by the Dursleys and forced to comply with menial tasks it didn't leave many options for her to act on her feminine side, even Petunia with a surrogate daughter hadn't taken initiative to present her advice.  

No. No, she was NOTHING like the Dursleys and would rather jump from the heights of the Quidditch stage before she would even remotely consider them as her family. She had only seen a few pages of photographs from what her parents looked like and this had left her the most angry. Lily and James Potter were arguably two incredibly beautiful people when it came to looks. Her mother's hair looked so vibrant and alive like you could comb living fireworks bundled in a hairpin with a modest figure though some would say the eyes were the real deal closer. She practically looked like a model in her wedding dress! James Potter was a little rougher around the edges than the unruly hair and yet he still made it work with a thin yet compromising physique. So how had two beautiful people managed to produce a walking skeleton with a forehead scar nobody could help but gawk at?

The heat of the bathtub enveloped her whole body like a gentle lover as she submerged herself deeper, the air bubbles floated around her face until everything went soundless as tiny scratches of the water drummed. Hailey repeated the process several times over as she welcomed each fiery hug of the water while tiny jolts elicited her skin at the much colder feel of climbing in the air. Her breath came out in short, sharp puffs as she tried to calm herself down the heat creating an enticing haze in her eyes relishing in an odd scent of lavender to replace the damp smell.

Mind wandering she never noticed her own hands nimbly wandering down her thin thighs feeling the softness of her skin allowing her head to find a somewhat comfortable position against the porcelain edge. She scaled down her stomach one stationed just between her breasts while the other lay at the barest crack in between her legs. 

Hailey wasn't one to....touch herself much although she imagined that was her thought process with having to survive each year without being mercilessly killed by magical creatures and not one, not two but three of her professors (unintentional as Lupin might have been) along with Lockhart trying to give her amnesia would leave a girl to think on her toes. But she felt her body too strained that she needed to find some release. The walls and door were old but more than sturdy to hold in noise and the doors were locked. 

And so she continued. Her fingers dipped lower until they reached the top of her mound brushing past her pubic hair and soon felt the warmth of her coral pink entrance the water almost whispering at her nimble movements as she carefully sunk one finger in back and forth her other hand started to play and rub her nipples as the peaks bobbed unevenly in the surface of the water. Hailey stiffled a low groan as her eyes remained shut gasping a little at the new sensations rejoicing at the untouched sensitivity and biting her bottom lip.

More...do it more...you earned it...you deserve it...

Hailey too wound in her pleasantly induced state never noticed the odd voice before she upped her advances. She raised a wet leg from the tub as water splattered over the edge leaving it limp on the side securing it still at the edge. Taking advantage of the more accessible position, Haileys felt around at her entrance spreading it open and revealing her pink and swollen clitoris gently shimmering. In her bathwater or her excitement, she didn't know. Resuming her ministrations she added another finger before a third joined, feeling the tightness around them, and added a third a louder moan was her reward as her hips rocked back and forth on her own hand feeling the arousal coating her better than the water. Her fingers moved faster along with her bucking as though she was taming a wild horse, the rhythm becoming more primal as tiny grunts joined the moans. 

"Oh god...god...yeah!"

Maybe it was her frenzied imagination but it almost felt as though she could imagine somebody else's hands on her underdeveloped body, somebody that loved and cared about her, somebody who was devoted to her, somebody that refused to treat her like she was some ignorant child.

Somebody...to treat her like a woman...

The thrill of the tinging was sending her mind into cloud nine as she felt more alive than she had in weeks. Her moans bounced from the walls filling the room with sounds of splashing which lapped at the sides of the bath threatening to break out while Hailey bit her lips so hard they threatened to bleed. 

Her biting teeth let slip exhaled hitched breaths as she neared her climax, her hips bucked wildly under the water caress until a razor-sharp cry later erupted her fingers working against her tiny nub her juices mixed with the bath water. Hailey gasped for air forcing herself to calm down as her chest was heaving and her heart pounded letting the water seep tighter into her crevices practically feeling herself floating aloof as one of her free toes hooked the spindle uncorking the drain as the water washed away and removed any evidence of her 'release' from sight along with the imaginative intruder with it. It took a moment for her to calm her bearings before Hailey had to yang herself from the bathtub's sticky surface the tingling in her twat was starting to go down but now she found a slight pain on her lips examining it in the mirror.

It was blood. Looks like she had cut her lip with her teeth being so wound in her pleasure she hadn't noticed. She took a moist finger and wiped at the damage before she instead smeared the blood on her lips into a faux lipstick. Even with minimal effort, she looked a lot more pretty now. Tearing herself away she heartily threw her clothes in a tiny hamper before wrapping a towel around her frame and managing to make it to her bed before she soundly fell asleep without even getting dressed as the headboards worked their magic once more. 

Tonight, however, would be exceptionally different.

oOo

"What the hell?"

The moment Hailey had awoken from her sleep she had been re-introduced to the world in a series of bizarre and confusing dilemma. No longer was she huddled in the confines of a decrepit old pureblooded wizarding home, but instead had bolted upright in the searing heat of the sun a moment ago fumbling around in the fluffy sand beneath her quickly eliminating her drowsiness. 

Sand?

Searching around, Hailey found her surroundings to resemble that of a tropical island almost platonically in the middle of nowhere. Despite her logical side telling her this was all just a make-believe dream she couldn't help but be amazed by just how well-detailed everything looked. The sandy beach was glistening under the sun so brightly they looked like chipped diamonds, the sea rolled in lazy waves slathering the sand making it malleable and squishy and the scenery over the blue sky was something to behold. Not one cloud in sight with only the occasional cry of a few invisible seagulls. Behind her, she noticed a shroud of palm trees and what appeared to be a vast jungle in a maze of leaves.

This was a dream. It had to be a dream right? Yet if it was how was she able to retain such awareness of her conscious state inside of one? She had heard research conversations over the Muggle television sometimes about the debate about something called 'lucid dreaming' being a factor to harness but it was all theoretical. It wasn't like she was complaining it was still a hell of a lot better than the constant streaming nightmares of being back in that damned graveyard again and witnessing Cedric's death replay over and over. Her gaze was set on pause when an itch to her eye forced her to relive herself until she uncovered a shocking revelation. 

Where are her glasses?

The creases on her face from where her glasses would normally rest were gone and the imprints were nowhere to be found all the while her line of sight was still working better - way better than ever. But that wasn't all...

I need a mirror

Almost like a command, the dreamworld bent to her whims a large chunk of the sloshing shore waves arose into the air like a reverse waterfall leaving it suspended in mid-air shifting and morphing before her eyes bearing witness as it transfigured itself into a makeshift mirror the water jutted around the side as the inside circle turned to glass reflecting her image back at her. 

The Hailey Potter inside the conjured mirror - and technically the one outside - was adorned in a two-piece flush pink bikini matching flawless peach skin as a matchable palate, as well as her very considerably larger bust so enlarged it strained against the thin material so hard her nipples tinged slightly when she tugged at it. Her hair which was once considered an overgrowth of rat tails was now tangle-free with a sleek and glossy look practically shimmering. Raking her nails through she couldn't feel a single ounce of resistance almost like a ghostly gas yet so full and healthy. 

And that wasn't even the best part. 

Her entire form for which she recounts the under malnourished, scrawny, small and frail-looking had been completely transformed! She was well toned with the perfect balance between muscle and body mass with a supple yet hourglass figure well filled out to the point she could no longer see the crevices of her ribcage. Her face was blemish-free and sculpted like marble crisp with no sleep deprivation in sight, lips were pouty and seductive. Turning on the spot so he could look at her backside she gawked at her heart-shaped ass plump and tempting even to herself with the finishing touch of lustrous curves and legs so long and calves finely in synch. 

She looked like a bloody goddess. This was what she was supposed to look like - no - this is what she wanted to look like.

"Bloody hell" Hailey exclaimed while inspecting her newly acquired assets firmly. "I look-"

"Like a fertility goddess?"

Hailey had been so focused on herself that she hadn't spotted a male figure far behind her leaning against one of the vibrant palm trees several yards away. The male bore a very striking resemblance to Victor Krum with dark hair, a curved nose and sallow skin which looked a little more baked than she remembered. As he made his way towards her she noticed quite quickly the young man was matched with the current location in only a pair of swimming trunks being older and stronger his muscles were more prominent and bulkier than her physique. So, in summary, she was in a dream where she held full consciousness and awareness of everything around her as well as having complete control and mastery over the place even performing feats created anything around her on a tropical island with a rather attractive young boy a few years older with a body to die for while she had the body of a pornstar and both were scantily clad with the barest of clothing and zero adult supervision of any kind. It didn't take a genius to figure out where this was going to lead.

He stops directly in front of her and looks her up and down, his eyes darkening with desire. Without another word, he leans in and kisses her right then and there, their lips locking passionately. Hailey melts into the kiss, her body responding to his touch instinctively, their tongues are next as they danced together exploring each other's mouths delving deeper and heated, more urgent as they cling to each other more tightly. He breaks away for a time, his chest heaving as he looks at her with lust-filled eyes. Victor's hands traced up her sides, pawing at her breasts along the thin material before she pulled down the material marvelling at her exposed rack taking his time all the while Hailey's cheeks were dusted red at being exposed albeit semi-naked somebody for the first time.

He squeezes them both evenly removing her fingers from the right nipple and attacking the tiny nub with his mouth suckling gently before he resumed the treatment with the left tit. Hailey's breath hitched at the sensation of a more audible moan crackling out gently with a little sheepishness her hands reached out for the phoney Victor, although given the circumstances she was willing to treat him like the real one just this once. 'Victor' gave her a sly look in approval just before he alternated between the breasts.

The older man had started to grow bored with the spectacle of her magnificent breasts as his eyes caught the sight of the still-covered flower between her legs. His head leaned up to capture her lips which she happily exchanged back, Victor then leaned down and kissed along the edges of her chin until he suckled on her earlobe making her twitch in giggles before he started his decent making a few tiny sucking motions with the kisses down her collarbone roaming down the crevice between her breasts once more before the kisses raced along her bey button reaching deeper and deeper. Fingers working like phantoms hooked along the thin lace and with a fierce tug ripped them clean off throwing them away over his shoulder.

"Sit" Victor grunted. 

Hailey complied dropping to the ground and watched while Victor greedily spread her legs wider taking no interest in her stubborn shyness to block her little hole from sight. He reached up until he was over her resuming the kisses from her stomach along the start of her left thigh practically worshipping the flesh before he alternated along each thigh gaining closer territory until he arrived at his destination: the virgin pussy of Hailey Potter a prize worth maybe a few million Galleons. 

Well, it wasn't exactly going to be taken but she could - well - keep dreaming. 

Pulling the head back, Victor starts with the fingers which circle the entrance testing the waters so to speak rowing one finger up and down the crevice as another pulls back the folds and gives him a better look at the coral pink entrance as he brings his lips closer to the sensitive skin. Hailey felt a jolt of excitement run through her at his boldness all the while he continued his ministrations replacing a finger with a salivated tongue flicking the nub playfully and a second later inserted a portion of the length inside revelling in the taste of her arousal. 

Hailey writhed under Victor's touch moaning softly as her hands scrambled at clumps of hot sand bucking her hips against his head all while he darted his tongue darting in and out, his fingers began work again rubbing against the folds practically gliding on the slick wetness doubling his efforts until finally -

"Fuuuucccckkkkk" 

Hailey exploded in an orgasm way WAY more proficient than anything she could have mustered in the bathtub as a torrent of fluids squirted from her prematurely lathering Victor's smug face. Her eyes trailed down until they latched onto him leaning up, fiddling around with the buttons on his shorts before she decided to try something a little bold. 

"Let me"

He gazed at her silently before nodding rearing back as he presented her with his shorts. Hailey reached out and with shaky fingers clasped the buttons before she tore the top button away - almost ripping the flimsy thing off - as well as pulling down the zipper until she tugged at the hem of the short and finally swung them down. His cock sprung from confines a fairly large size, especially for her first time with a few lines of veins pulsating along the skin with the mushroom crown purple and leaking a small drop of precum. Hailey knew she wasn't much to look at in the real world but here and like this it felt...amazing. More than amazing? Perfect even!

He didn't waste any time while getting into a missionary position his cock against her entrance, rubbing it teasingly at first before pulling back and pushing forward. Hailey gasped at the experience better than the kiss and even more erotic than her pussy being eaten out by a complete stranger, leaving her with an appetite for more. He pulled back again before repeating the same motion in patterns until she could take it anymore. 

"Please, she whimpered, voice breaking. "Just...stick it in"

His hand released from her hip and up to her chin though this time roughly, forcing her to look at him.
"You'll beg for it."

He was growling when he demanded, a complete reversal from the savvy and charm he presented earlier. Hailey found her mind torn into a war with herself. She had destroyed the same Dark Lord more than once, battled trolls, a Basilisk, and elephant-sized spiders and survived mortal injury so many times yet she had never given in to death or defeat merely spitting in its face and marching on. This time was different. She didn't want to be the great Girl Who Lived heroine who was forced to be the hero of callous sheep.  Was this her submitting herself? Well...what the hell did it matter anyway? It was only a dream and god damn it she deserved some leeway to have a good time in her life. The figure was dominating sure, but also sensual and sweet at the same time relinquishing a release inside of her she hadn't felt in....well ever...

No time like the present. Hailey with all the pride she could still hold, spread her fingers and legs wider for a more enticing arc as her gaping entrance was on full display dripping shimmering a little in the overhead sun, Hailey's previous shyness and insecurities were lost to the wind. She stared at his eyes as the embers of lust magnified.

"Please fuck me"

Satisfied by her obedience, he finally pushed inside her, filling her up in one quick thrust. Hailey bit back a scream as she felt him stretching her tight walls, penetrating deeper than any finger or toy ever could. Her body adjusted slowly but surely, instinct taking over as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer her arms sneaking around his neck. The feeling of being taken like this could only be formulated as both exhilarating and terrifying with a manageable size of addictiveness coated in the middle. 

He was gentler now as he sank deeper inside of her, she could feel every inch of him stretching out her walls and filling her up though she could still feel his strain against her virgin tightness, although this only made her more wetter by the second. Victor pulled out almost before pushing back in, hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. His hands moved as an expert gripping her at the ass as she barely found herself clinging on, the friction caused her to bite her lip before she started to leave a few small love bites at Victor's exposed shoulder with another force to leave him bleeding, though he seemed to be in too much of a lust filled state to care - maybe he was into that. The thrusts continued further becoming more heated as she let out a highly loud mewl.

"O-oh fuuuuck!!"

Hailey Potter found herself floating in a sea of pleasure, the waves or more presumably the dominant man's body crashed into her own as she felt every inch of him inside her. She moaned out aloud, unable to believe the depths of this ecstasy. Is this what sex was like? Is this what she had to look forward to? This was fucking amazing!

She positioned herself more comfortably into his lap while her fingernails dug tightly into his back her own arching into a silent plea for more. The stranger's hips slapped against her ass in a rhythm only the two of them could hear, filling the air with the sounds of their passion. Their sweat mingled as they moved together, creating an ocean of intimacy that dwarfed the one they had as company. He took her breath away with each powerful stroke, each groan of satisfaction that escaped his lips was like adding a point to her for being enough to satisfy him. 

Seemingly getting bored with this position he flipped her around on her hands and knees eliciting an unusually feminine laugh from Hailey while giving him her ass was tooted skyward giving him better access as one hand reigned her hips while the other more sneaky reached around her torso and gripped at breasts once more. Her body remained under his dominance as he continued to pounce again making her mewl like a dog in heat, every nerve reignited all the while Victor took advantage of her vulnerable nipples tweaking them and sending shockwaves through her system. 

"Gaaaaahhhhhh" Hailey screamed. 

Finally, he grabbed her hips and pulled her in close for a thrust so strong he was practically moving like a blur before an animal-like grunt later she could feel several torrents of cum shooting through her womb giving one or two more impalements with his member before he gently pulled out huffing like a winded rhinoceros and collapsing on top of her as both their hearts raced in unison. Hailey looked up at the boy with newfound admiration and lust, her eyes fluttering shut before she savoured the moment. Victor removed himself from the top of her before her yanked her onto his chest giving him a final sensual kiss before lying on his chest. She had never felt so alive, so desired!

Of course, she could feel the edges of her eyes begin to droop as her energy was replaced by the fatigue of sex the force overtaking her until she lulled to sleep. 
This had awakened something inside of her, something which Walburga needed would be a much-desired advantage for the Pureblood society. Nobody would have guessed it at the time but this would be the start of the seed of change in Hailey Potters throughout the next months. 

oOo

Hailey awoke with a start clambering with the sheets before she could catch her bearings. 

"Just a dream" Hailey assured herself dully. 

Wait...she remembered. She could recount everything that had happened on the beach from her ending up on that beautiful beach to passing out on that man...that incredibly tasty man with a body that made her wanna-

"Hailey? Come on it's time to get up"

And there goes her fantasy. Ginny and Hermione were already out of bed and pulling their clothes on thought from a closer look they looked just as sluggish as she had been not to mention there was a foreign scent in the air along with their faces being unusually red. Maybe, she was just imagining it. A close of the door indicated the two had already left without her. 

Whatever. They would just ruin her mood anyway. 

Hailey got up and skipped quickly to the bathroom as she tugged her clothes on along the way almost tripping herself over to get one of her legs through a pair of jeans, and brushed her teeth before darting back to her room discreetly casting a few air fresher charms as well as a Scorgify on the bed sheets satisfied enough nobody would know about her little 'island adventure'. The memory of that place still made her knees turn to jelly. A final glance at the mirror and she held bitter resentment her perfect body was no longer present, yet this still kindled a new sense of intrigue with her; maybe there was somebody in the Magical World that could help, something to rejuvenate her health maybe?

Knock Knock

Hailey turned to the door confused. She approached the door and swung it open only to meet nobody there. 

"Down here, milady"

Hailey jumped as Kreacher stood patiently the witch feeling a little bad at the unfortunate height advantage. 

"Mistress Walburga Black wishes to have a word with you. Follow me"

Without waiting for a response Kreacher marched along up a staircase hobbling along each step at a quick pace. Hailey walked after him while tying her hair in a makeshift ponytail. The floorboards under her feet were cool and smooth luckily for her since she hadn't had the time to pull her socks on though the higher they rose the less she had to look out for any cracks or damages despite the ever-long curving display of shrunken House Elf heads. Kreacher, the bent and wrinkled yet alive House Elf guided them further upwards.

Eventually, they reached the top of the staircase when they arrived at a single hallway at the end was nothing but a single door, she nor the others had started their cleaning chores and hadn't reached this level of the house yet.  Kreacher clicked his fingers as a sturdy ivory lock clicked open before falling to the ground opening it with the barest grasp of bony fingers pushing it open and with a slight bow, gesturing for the witch to enter. 

"Miss Potter has arrived as per your request, milady"

"Thank you, Kreacher. You may take your leave"

With a nod, Kreacher closed the door behind her, leaving Hailey alone to take in her surroundings. The room was remarkably simple - almost bare. A four-poster bed with tattered curtains huddled up in a heap in the far corner, as though it sought refuge from the room's malicious chill, its only company was two rickety chairs and a small dining room table with a tray of fresh biscuits and steaming teapot with small mugs. The wallpaper faded and peeling held only a small portrait of a similar design to the one in the lobby. Hailey shivered, drawing her arms around herself for warmth. Her eyes flickered to the dusty window, its view obscured by the thick layer of grime that clung to the glass. The room seemed to breathe, its air heavy with the weight of time. She eyed the teapot and poured a sizeable amount into a mug taking a small swig: it tasted rather bland but at least it would keep her a little warmer.

But besides that the room was empty. So who had just spoken?

Hailey's gaze travelled through the room until it came to examine the portrait taking he time to get a better look at it on the wall. A woman with dark hair dressed in a Victorian dress with a haughty expression stared back at her, her cold smile sending shivers down Hailey's spine. There was  a nameplate beneath the portrait:

Walburga Black

Almost at once the woman in the painting moved of her own accord startling Hailey slightly but not as much as it would have the average person considering that moving pictures were a common conception in the wizarding world. The haughty woman came to a crystal clear picture, Hailey as her haughty expression turned into premature disappointment. 

"Hailey Potter?"

Hailey nodded slowly. A shiver ran down her spine while she was stared over by Walburga's calculating gaze almost like a newly discovered species of an ant by a scientist who couldn't start to begin tearing apart the body inside and out. The air in the room felt heavy, even oppressive against her chest already missing the sensual heat from her dream. 

"Ah, dear child." Walburga began, her voice was smooth yet sinister with undertones of condescension. "I see you're uncomfortable. It is understandable. But there's no reason for somebody like you to feel anxious in this house. In a house of your blood."

"What do you mean by a house of my blood" Hailey asked gently her throat already feeling dry. 

"Your presence here, girl is no accident" Walburga continued, her smile never faltering. "This ancient house has a hidden power to sense the blood that courses through your very veins. The same that used to flow through my own. The pureblooded and feared House of Black."

"An Inheritance test at Gringotts would confirm my suspicions. Walburga suggested, her painted fingers tapping against the frame of her portrait. "If you truly are of the Black bloodline then the goblins will be able to reveal it to you as well as how I originated. I suspect an ancestor of mine married into the Potters and the bloodline was mixed from there."

As Hailey processed this revelation, a small spark of hope ignited from within her. Could it be true? How could this be? It's not like she really knew anything about her family history she didn't even know anything about her own parents besides the small tales from strangers and what they looked like in her photo album. She caught herself between fear and excitement. 

"Well, you see. "Hailey paused her heart pounding while mustering the courage to continue and only praying this was the right way to word it. "I was raised by Muggles and I...I don't even know what a 'magical guardian' is."

Walburgas eyes narrowed while her painted face twisted thinly in bold disgust. "Muggles?" she spat, the word itself dripping with disdain. "You were raised among those filthy creatures? How utterly revolting."

"Look, it wasn't my choice," Hailey replied defensively, her cheeks burning with shame. "And they're not filthy. They're just...different." Hailey looked down at the floor abashed. "After my parents died, that's where I ended up. I didn't even know magic existed until I got my Hogwarts letter."

Walburga continued on her small rant almost incinerating the air with her rage the added news just fanning the flames. "Raised by Muggles? Preposterous! No child of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black would be left with those barbaric fools. This cannot stand. An heir or even a single member of the House of Black ignorant of her heritage? We must rectify this at once.

She fixed Hailey with a piercing stare. "Here is my offer, girl. Prove to me your bloodline with the Inheritance Test, and I will personally see to it that you spend every holiday here with your godfather. I have little to no love for my wayward son but a Pureblood is a far better caretaker than a damned Muggle."

"Do we have a deal?"

Hailey's heart leapt. Time with Sirius and away from the Dursleys? For good! It was too good to be true. This summer was seriously starting to look up. But how on earth could a portrait help?

Walburga saw her expression and rectified it almost like reading her mind. "As a member of this House, you can use Kreacher to help you get settled in. Elf magics are absurdly strong and with his time with us the thing knows how to be discreet. So?

"Yes!" she cried out eagerly. Hailey bobbed her head happily. Sure Dumbledore would probably have his input somewhere later on if he found out but the one good thing about the attack from the Dementors had proved that whoever had sent them knew where she lived and that meant her protection with the Dursleys was pointless. 

Walburga gave a satisfied nod. "Excellent. Then return here once you have the results, Kreacher will escort you back here when you are ready."

Hailey's excitement grew as she eagerly accepted the deal, her desire to escape the Muggle world for good was overwhelming to her. She would spend time in a home that actually felt like home. No more nights locked in a cupboard under the stairs, no more meagre meals and tattered hand-me-downs from Dudley. This was her chance to experience the magical life she was meant to have.

Hailey quickly downed the last of her tea sipping the last drops from the ornate china cup. She set it back gently on the saucer, her hands shaking slightly in her haste. There was no time to waste. She had to get to Gringotts immediately and take this inheritance test, though a better question was how she was going to get there.

There's no way the adults would let her out of the house on her own and if she tried sneaking out then she would be in huge trouble with the Order members. Most likely she would need an excuse to go there with an escort. But who?

Walburgas eyes were transfixed on the door even after Hailey had left closing the door behind her while her footsteps creaked along the outside hallway. In the comfort of her own solace, Walburga's face broke into a curling smile snapping her bony fingers. 

"Kreacher!"

With a loud crack, the house elf appeared, his bat-like ears quivering. He gave a deep bow, muttering under his breath. "Mistress called for Kreacher?"

"Yes," Walburga said sharply. "That girl will be departing for Diagon Ally. You are to follow and if the need arises protect her while she concludes her business with the goblins. Remain unseen and report everything she does, no detail is too small."

Kreacher nodded eagerly, his bloodshot eyes gleaming he bowed once more before disappearing with another loud crack. 

Alone a second time, Walburga sank back into her chair glad that her hired artist had the common sense to add some furniture inside this frame her hands creased together lost herself sentient thoughts. When examining the girl's magical aura she had indeed traces of the Black family blood there, quite a strong amount too, Walburga had no doubts the girl was a distant member of the family even if the Potter line was a stronger factor. Still, there were some variables that were even more of a delight.

Hailey Potter was a Metamorphmagus. Incredibly dull signs of it twined from her aura but it was there, dog bones had more meat than what that girl had and if her story about the Muggles had been true then it was no wonder her growth and abilities had been halted. Gaining her trust for now was the next top priority as well as dealing with the rest of the vermin in the house. Not to say she would be treating Hailey like scum her bloodlines far made up for her Mudblood mother's interference with pureblood lines and with the right amount of potion regimes to help cultivate that growth and fertility the child would practically hand her the trust which was needed. 

None of this would have been possible had it not been for the hypnotically enchanted beds imported from a small storage in Italy. It was such a hassle to carry items from outside the British Isles but baby steps were a necessity in these early stages so it was a much-needed chore with a huge reward. The beds had given Hailey as well as the others lustful dreams to at least activate their libidos and with each sleep inhibited their more sensible instincts and lulled their senses to her liking. Hailey Potter was now drawn to her lack of feminine wiles and with that, the budding desire to change and remodel herself into her heirship had started just as she had planned.

There was also a...suspicion she had regarding the girl on another family tie she might hold. Something primal and ancient. But that would have to wait for another time until she saw the test results to confirm her little hypothesis. The test first yes, then they would see...oh yes, they would see.

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A/N: And it's finished. Will revolve around Hailey with split interactions with the other characters. Had some thoughts on what to input next:
Hailey with a male harem to make children later on for the Houses of her name: Slytherin, Peverall, Black and Potter. Had the idea to have a harem of male members to give birth for children to continue the lines of each family house. Either this or something else but i will need ideas.
Hermione will be a cock drunk slut for Purebloods (you are welcome). Your choice whether she keeps her intelligence or dumbs down. 
Need ideas on what to do with the other Weasleys like Ginny the male Weasleys.
Nymphadora will be Hailey's mentor in sexual matters as well as an adoptive big sister figure. No futa. Maybe some lesbian action. 
Please bear with me on how I navigate the story. Plan to do more snippets with cut-off scenes regarding the other characters and their behaviours around each other. This is also technically my first made sex scene ever made so that's a real fireworks moment for me. As always I look forward to your input and am open to constructive criticism.
Oh...and Merry Christmas strangers.
