Meet the waifus
Dumbledore has lived for a very long time. He was over a century and a half old so by that time, you have seen a lot. Two world wars, a wizarding war, the invention of the sherbet lemon…Being an alchemist, a headmaster, and involved with politics of the magical world, he had seen about everything. Almost everything…but it seems that even for someone as old and smart as him (he never denies he is smart, false modesty can be worse then bragging) things can still come as a surprise.
He now looked at Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, two-thirds of a trio that had made the last three years or so at Hogwarts very interesting. Whether between the debacle with the Philosopher’s Stone, Chamber of Secrets and a Prisoner escaping from Azkaban. Albus could write books about those adventures if he had time to write, but he’s too busy.
With the Triwizard Tournament Dumbledore expected some more hijinks but that Harry was entered in the tournament himself he didn’t expect. Shame that unfortunately he wasn’t able to talk the Ministry out of leaving Harry out of it, either thinking Harry did it himself and needs to face the consequences of his cheating actions, or they think they can make it more of a media and sensation circus with all this. Dumbledore regrets that so few decent or intelligent people were at the helm. He feels all his spare time not spent on school is trying to keep the Ministry from barely collapsing.
Anyhow, that is all something for later. Right now, aside the two-thirds of the golden trio there were a few other guests in the office. All female. And all equally as…unusual.
The first one was a girl whose appearance was all silver. Silvery skin, silky silver long hair, silver eyes, even silvery freckles. She had clothes, but they were a thin, see-through silvery silk. And despite the silk doing little to hide her Venusian beautiful body, there were no visible nipples or womanhood visible, as if someone cast a modesty charm. She looked skittish and looked around her, as if she wanted to vanish.
Another girl was doing push-ups. From a distance she appeared to be an athlete since she seemed to be wearing Quidditch armor. Upon closer look, it was part of her body. Her tan skin is actually some smooth polished-wood like color and her hair was twig-like, even ending in a ponytail resembling a broom’s tail. She was also tall and muscular, like an Amazonian, but you couldn’t see it due to her doing her workout. Even weirder, she was doing those push-ups on the ceiling.
A third girl’s eyes glistened with mischief. Her skin was pale like parchment. Speaking of parchment her clothes looked like if someone managed to make a piece of parchment into a Hogwarts School uniform. And on her head was a hat that was like a parchment origami model of the Hogwarts castle. Her long black hair, black painted fingernails and black eyes had the color and shimmered like high quality ink. She eyed one of the devices in the office.
The fourth…well she was still humanoid, but the least human looking. Up in the rafter, staring everyone like a bird of prey. Because she kind of was. While she had the body of an adult woman, and a very well developed and hot woman, she had bird claws for hands and feet, white feathery wings on her arms. The hair on top of her head was also made of feathers. Her upper legs, patches of skin below the waist and around the chest area also were covered in white feathers. She also sported a white feathery tail, intense yellow round eyes and a sharp nose that could make one resemble a beak. She was currently, aside from staring, stuffing bacon in her mouth.
Dumbledore sighed. “Now, Mister Potter, if you would be so kind to explain how you managed to transfigure and anthropomorphize your owl, your broom, your map and your Cloak?”
“I didn’t mean to…” Harry said nervously. Hermione put a hand on his shoulder which helped him calm down a bit.
“I’m not mad with you Harry. It is not bad what you’ve done at all. Just unexpected and by all means…well, I can no longer call it impossible but we can still call it highly improbable.” Dumbledore said.
“Well, I was feeling a bit down.” Harry began. “I thought about my fight with Ron…”
Dumbledore was a bit saddened to hear. The Weasleys are good people. Though they were all flawed and it seems the jealousy and lack of self-esteem has driven a wedge. Dumbledore hopes for a pleasant outcome in which they make up and they grow as people. If not…well its sad, but realistically not all friendships last. But he could still be an optimist.
Harry continued: “I thought on why he would be jealous. My fame is undeserved, it don’t know how I even survived Voldemort’s killing curse. It was all my mom’s doing. And I’m rich yes, it’s because I inherited it from my parents, whom are gone. I was actually jealous of Ron because he had a large family with loving parents and a lot of siblings.”
Hermione, as well as the four girls in the room looked at Harry with sympathy. Dumbledore looked passive as he was now being professional but he also felt that twinge. If not for the fact Harry was finishing his story, everyone in the room would have showered him with hugs. “I wanted to take my mind off things, so I grabbed my Transfiguration book and started to practice some spells. Though…I may have miscast a spell.”
“Now, I know all the books that the fourth Year students use but I’m pretty sure there is no spell that can do that even when miscast.” Dumbledore noted.
“It’s because two pages of the book had stuck together by some jam, probably from the last time I lent the book to Ron.” Harry noted.
“Why did he borrow your book?” Dumbledore asked curiously.
“Because his own was covered in peanutbutter.” Harry sighed. “Anyhow, due to that, I accidentally put two spells together or two halves of spells. It then went wild and bounced all across the room, split into pieces and…accidentally hit Hedwig, while the other fell into my trunk. I’m honestly surprised not all of my possessions transformed.”
Dumbledore nodded. “Now, that may explain a bit more. Now, normally something like this is impossible…”
“That’s what I said.” Hermione noted.
“She freaked out a bit until Madame Pomfrey gave her a Calming Potion.” Harry noted.
“Like I said, it should be impossible. But it was also thought to be impossible to survive the Killing Curse and yet here you are. I think that when you are involved, we can no longer use the word ‘impossible’.” Dumbledore said as he looked pensive. “I can only theorize that the miscast spell, and the blending of two spells may have accidentally created a new spell, maybe combined with your emotional state, which are known to affect one’s magic. I doubt it would be easily recreated if ever.”
“Great, another thing to be known about.” Harry sighed. “So, what is going to happen to them now?” Harry asked.
They looked at the four transformed girls. It’s obvious that the parchment girl (the Marauder’s Map) had stuffed her pockets with candy she snatched from Dumbledore’s stash, chewing on a licorice wand. She quickly hid it behind her back and whistled innocently. The silver girl (the Invisibility Cloak) looked around skittish. One of the devices started to whistle, and let out an ‘eep’ and vanished. Or actually turned invisible as the sounds of footsteps sounded, and another device was knocked off its table. A very soft and meek sounding ‘Sorry!’ was heard. The wooden girl (Firebolt) started to zoom around the office like a comic book speedster. The white bird woman (obviously Hedwig) still munched on her bacon.
“Well, while they are…different now, they still are yours and you will be responsible for them. Though since something like this hasn’t happened before so I don’t know if they are going to be registered as objects or magical sentients.” Dumbledore said. “For this type of situation a whole new Department may need to be created.”
“I don’t want to treat them like objects. And even then, they are more then objects…they each held great importance for me. Meaningful gifts from loved ones, heirlooms. I think that’s maybe why they specifically were affected.” Harry noted.
“Love you too, squirt!” The Marauder’s Map Girl (whom we’ll call Maps for short) said as she stuffed Bertie Botts in her mouth, though some fell on the floor. She didn’t seem to care which blend of flavors she had drawn. “Things are always a hoot when we get into shenanigans).
“I’m in the Potter family since forever so…I always was looked after well.” The Invisibility Cloak Girl (we’ll just call her Cloak). “And Little Master Harry is no exception.” She said, still soft and meekly as she fumbled with her long silvery hair.
“He always keeps me well maintained too!” the Firebolt girl (just ‘Bolt’ for short) said as she stretched. “The kid did his best to look after us, so we’ll look after him. Like…we’ll be his big sisters of something.
“Since I was technically made by Harry’s dad I am sort of his half-sister.” Maps noted.
“But since you are also made by Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, are you their daughter too?” Hermione asked.
“Kid, I’m only sentient and self-aware for a few hours, I’m too young in that regard for an existential crisis, so I’ll just go by ‘Harry’s big sis’ for now.” Maps replied.
“Am I sister too? Because technically I was created by the Potter’s ancestors. So am I a great-great-great-ect-aunt?” Cloak asked.
“Maybe, but you don’t give older aunt vibes nor do you have the authority, so you just be the sweet little sister, ‘kay?” Bolt noted.
“I guess you’re right.” Cloak said as she looked down and fumbled with her index fingers together.
“So that’s arranged! Maps over there is the impish sister, Cloak’s the sweet sister, and I’ll be the strong big sister!” Bolt said as she flexed. “What about you fly-girl?” she asked Hedwig, whom hadn’t spoken yet.
The now harpy-like owl woman flew down. “I think I’ll be more then a sister. I was his familiar. He took care of me, and I took care of him. But I’m so much more now. I know what Harry needs and I’ll take that role. I’ll look after him as if he was my own chick. Because at the nest we return to each summer is ill-maintained, that aunt and uncle for him are nasty and they did a poor job raising their own hatchling. I will not allow Harry to come to harm again. And if they lay a finger on him…” She bared her claws. “I’m still a bird of prey after all.”
“And if they don’t pull those sticks out of their arses, I literally have the brains of the four Marauders…” Maps said as she pointed at her head. “And Cloak here would like to help me with her invisibility powers.”
“Er…I normally don’t like to mess with people.” Cloak said as she had her arms behind her back and just grinded the tip of her left foot across the floor in a cutesy shy manner. “But the Dursleys are big meanies and deserve a little payback. I’ll be a good sister.”
“I’ll just smash them if they look at you funny!” Bolt said as she flexed her arms again. “What do you say, kid?”
“Harry?” Hedwig asked.
Harry looked at them all with his eyes started to shine. “I have…sisters. I have a mom.” He said, now shedding tears of joy. Hedwig gently hugged Harry, whom cried in her feathery chest as she ran her clawed hands through his messy hair and cooing him.
“Oh, that looks sweet, let’s join.” Bolt said as she zoomed at Maps and Cloak and picked them up.
“Eep!” Cloak said, startled.
“I care for the kid, but I’m not for this mushy stuff.” Maps groaned.
“Come on guys. Cloak, you should be used to being wrapped around Harry so a hug isn’t out of the question. And I know you are just trying to look tough, Maps. Now, family hug!” Bolt said as she picked up the smaller Harry and pulled the other girls in too.
“This is really nice, actually.” Cloak said with a soft smile.
“It’s fine I guess.” Maps said as she tried to look tough but her pout showed otherwise.
“I’m so happy for him.” Hermione said as she looked at the touching display.
“Come on and join us for a hug.” Bolt encouraged her.
“Yeah, I really like your hugs, Hermione.” Harry said. Harry’s new family looked at Harry, with knowing looks, with Cloak specifically squee-ing and Maps giving an impish grin. “I mean, because you’re a good friend, and you know how to cheer me up with hugs cause that what’s a good friend does…even when I’m being stupid like with that Firebolt accident you stuck by me and…am I making things awkward?” Harry began stammering and blushing.
“A little. But not enough to ruin this.” Hermione said as she gave him a hug too, and she was joined in with the family hug. As they all consider Hermione part of the family too.
Dumbledore cleared his throat. “This is a touching display and I hate to interrupt it. But it is getting late. Now, since it would be awkward for any of them to sleep with you in the dorm…and technically you are a Fourth Champion…so you have the right for your own Champion’s quarters as sort of the representative of a fourth school. Call it, the family suite.”
“That’s nice…It’s good to be away from Gryffindor, where they think I either cheated or want me to be the Champion badly.” Harry said, liking the idea.
“There are a few spare rooms in the suite if Harry wants to invite friends over.” Dumbledore explained.
“If it’s possible I would move out of the Gryffindor tower too. I want to support Harry, and I can’t stand the gossiping of Lavender and Parvati due to this Triwizard Tournament nonsense.” Hermione said.
“It’d be good to have you by my side, Hermione.” Harry said.
“We’ll make sure they behave.” Maps said, still with the impish grin. This made Harry and Hermione blush and babble, as the unofficially dubbed Potter sisters and Hedwig laughed.
It warmed Dumbledore’s heart. Now, this was an unexpected development but it does a lot of good for Harry, whom would have some positive influences in his life. And also, being the master planner he is, he started to think of several other plans in which Harry’s new family could take part in. And if everything goes well, life would get a lot better for Harry.
Despite his efforts, Harry’s life would never have been normal. That Dumbledore knew. Though he still wanted to give Harry as much of a normal life as possible, but faith has other plans in store. While according to the prophecy Harry would have to play a certain role which no kid his age should play, he’s going to make damn sure he comes out for the better. Despite some theories he had, it doesn’t matter how many strings he was going to have to pull, he was going to try his damn hardest to avert the dark fate that awaits Harry. Because he has gained so much right now. Something good. While Dumbledore would never get his siblings back, he would have to make sure the Potter siblings should not have to go through the same.