Harry Potter turns things into Sister waifus

We cut to several years earlier, in a forest. A mother bat was taking care of her two pups, two sisters. However she was frantic as one of the little sister bats was aggressive and tried to attack the other sister. The mother bat was frantic as her mate flew around the mother, trying to diffuse everything…Then the sister threw the other pup off, as the father tried to dive for it. But then the aggressive pup bit open her mother’s throat as the father bat was frantic by his mate’s screaming. He had let his eyes off the falling pup due to his mate being assaulted by their offspring…there was something very wrong with that bat pup.

The fallen bat pup hit her head on a thick branch on the way down, but landed in a bush. Luckily that protected her from predators finding her. But when she woke up…She was off. The bat pup flew around, but she flew in an erratic pattern, like she didn’t know up from down. When finally she somehow managed to find a way back to where her parents and sister pup were, they were gone, the tree just covered in blood. Then she flew off again, sorrow in her heart. She didn’t exactly knew where she was flying, but she hoped to find someplace. Maybe find her maybe alive parents. Maybe find a place to stay.

She flew around, but her head hurt and she couldn’t properly guide herself. The new surroundings were unfamiliar. The only way she had evaded any predators is that at least she flew too erratically to be caught by a bird of prey. She had flown into things a few times. And now ran into something again, but it was something softer. “Oh?” a soft female voice sounded. It peeled the bat pup of her face. “You seem lost.” The bat pup gave a gentle nibble on the girl’s nose, not penetrating the skin. “I guess you’re my pet now.” She said.

The bat was carried inside the girl’s home, which looked like a giant chess piece. “Dad, I got a new pet bat.”

“That’s real nice Luna. We’ll make sure she gets her shots.” The girl’s father replied, seeing nothing wrong with her daughter just taking a bat inside as a pet. But both were kooks after all.

“I think I call her Jinx. It has an X which makes it cool. Also I feel like it was meant to be, like a higher power decided that’s what she is supposed to be.” Luna said.

“You haven’t had this ‘higher power’ premonitions since Taco Tuesday. And that’s why we have it on Wednesday now. It’s a fine name.” Xenophilius Lovegood said.

“We are going to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get supplies at the pet shop?” Luna asked.

“That’s fine. We’re out of Gurdyroot tea anyhow.” Xenophilius said.

Luna also noticed her new pet had taken a lock of her hair into a mouth and started chewing on it. “Silly bat, that’s not spaghetti.” Luna said. “Spaghetti sounds like a good idea for dinner, though.”

“You’re right. I didn’t know what to make for dinner today. Clever little pet you got there.” Xeno said.

A few years later at Hogwarts. “Oh, this is Looney’s stuff and…is that a bat?” a generic Ravenclaw bully said.

“Of course she’d have one, she’s got bats in her belfry too.” The other Ravenclaw bully said. Then Jinx decides to descend from Luna’s bedpost, into the hair of the Ravenclaw bully. And then started flapping her wings and trashing her legs to get tangled. “Ah, get it out!”

“I’ll get it.” The other bully aimed her wand.

“No, you daft bitch! If you cast a spell this close to my head, it’d be dangerous.”

“I’ll pull her out.” Jinx jumped in the second girl’s face and wrapped around her like a facehugger, and licked her face. “Ah, get it off! Get it off! It may have a disease.”

“I got it!” the other bully grabbed a book and smacked her friend in the face, but Jinx flew out of the way in time. One bully down. “Oh, I’m so sorry…” she then got hit on the head by a huge ham. “Where did that come fr-” before she passed out too.

Jinx flew around the bat, flew into the bedpost a few times, and then roosted back at her usual spot. Luna entered the room. “Hi Jinx, had a good day? Oh…these two must have been tired, didn’t make it to the beds. And they also took a snack to bed. Silly girls, shouldn’t ham when you’re too tired to eat.” She picked up the ham and a bit. “Go for walksies, Jinx?” she held out her arm. Jinx let go and landed flat on the floor. Luna picked her up and hung Jinx from the sleeve of her arm instead, walking around with Jinx as she happily munched on the ham and left the two bullies out cold.

Flash forward some more. “Luna, your pet bat is in my hair again.” Hermione droned.

“I see. Quite observant of you, Hermione.” Luna said gleefully as she continued eating her breakfast pudding. She also would like brunch pudding, lunch pudding, linner pudding, and dinner pudding that day. And every day.

“She does this every time.” Hermione noted.

“Don’t worry, she is housebroken. Or in your case hair-broken.” Luna said.

“I realized that soon enough but why always me?” Hermione sighed.

“Because your hair is so flooffy and she thinks it’s soft.” Luna noted. “I see you made no attempt to remove her yourself.”

“Don’t want to accidentally hurt her.” Hermione noted.

“You also sneak her blueberries from your waffles.” Luna Said.

“Yeah, she loves those.” Hermione noted.

“You care for her.” Luna said.

“Like everything about you, I have learned to accept it.” Hermione said. She sounded defeated, but her face looked like the fought back a smile. Her cat Crookshanks jumped into her lap and looked up at the very comfy Jinx in her hair. “She thinks its soft. And no, she is no food. I would give you bacon but Hedwig ate it all…again.”

Hedwig had stacked all the bacon on her plate in the great hall, hissing at everyone whom tried to make a grab for it.

“Piece of sausage?” Hermione held it out for Crookshanks whom licked it happily before devouring it.

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Harry had left the hall a bit sooner. In his hands he had a plate with some foods. He was in front of the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore’s office. “Snickerdoodles” He said as he gargoyle spun around to make the staircase appear. He went up inside Dumbledore’s office. The big man himself wasn’t there for the moment, but someone else was.

Gryffi sat there on the ground, staring at the magically enforces case which held the diadem of Ravenclaw, looking longingly at it. At the same time looking utterly sad and depressed. She reached up the hand and gently rubbed her fingertips across the case. “Hey, Gryffi.” Harry said. “Brought you food. You don’t need to eat, but you can use a distraction. Also some metal polish since you could use some maintenance.” Gryffi turned to Harry a bit, gave a small wave and soft smile, but it was a little forced. She turned her gaze back to the diadem. “I know the other relics are important to you. But we’ll work on a way to fix them, we promise.” Harry said. “They are family too as you are.” Gryffi briefly ruffled Harry’s hair. Then she decided to take the plate of food. Harry took a rag form his pocket and the metal polish and would help clean Gryffi’s armor.

In a ripple effect, the invisible Cloak turned visible. “No improvement?”

“She eats at least, but she doesn’t leave their side.” Harry noted.

“I feel your pain sister. I have loved ones too. My siblings. One is in safe hands though but the other…vanished without a trace and hidden from my eyes so I can’t feel it.” Cloak said as she put her hand on Gryffi’s shoulder. “But I have faith that we will be reunited. Our allies are doing our best, sister-in-all-but-blood.”

Gryffi made a motion as to reach out for the diadem, but then stops halfway through as if to look at her hands. She signed and hung her head.

“We don’t know where the others are, but we’ll find it. But it will take some time.” Harry assured her.

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“I thought it would take a lot more time.” Harry noted. He was back again in Dumbledore’s office, but this time Dumbledore himself was present and so were Sirius and Gwenog. Sirius looked a bit pale and shaken, with Gwenog holding his hand and patting his shoulder to comfort him.

On the desk were now two magical enforced cases not unlike the one around the Diadem. But they displayed a locket with a serpent symbol and a cup with a badger symbol. Gryffi looked on with a mixture of sorrow and excitement.

“I know…I was just going through…stupid Black family estate administration. Checking out my old childhood home first, seeing what can be salvaged before having it destroyed. My family’s old elf had it. Had gone barmy in the past few years…turns out my brother whom I thought was a Death Eater…well he had joined You-Know-Who but he went after the Horcruxes too, he tried to redeem himself to stop Voldemort. He…died fighting him…” Sirius looked like he was about to cry. “Why couldn’t he have come to me? Why didn’t I try harder to save him and take him away from our asshole mom and Dad?”

“I’m sorry to hear that Sirius.” Dumbledore said, with sympathy in his voice. “He had made a mistake but he had made up for it, and his actions bring us closer to defeating Voldemort for good. He was a brave man.”

“We also found the cup in my crazy cousin’s Bellatrix’ vault.” Sirius said. “Since she is still born a Black, I can use my head of house status to bankrupt her so Voldie loses a source of funds.” Sirius said, pointing at the other relic.

“The four relics of the four founders, they  haven’t been together since Hogwarts was created. Now we only need to purge them, but we need to streamline the process first as I am not fond of having my office blow up again.” Dumbledore noted.

“Noted.” Sirius took another few deep breaths. “It has been a difficult past few days. I need a vacation. Which reminds me…Pup, we thought that during the holidays, after the required Yule Ball, we take the family, and our closest friends on a trip through Europe. A chance to bond, sightsee and enjoy life again, seeing the wide world.” Sirius said.

“That sounds awesome.” Harry noted.

“We will enjoy life, for as long as it takes. Because life was hell before. But for us, and for Regulus, my brother…we will live!” Sirius said. “And now I need a calming draught.”

“I’ll take him to the hospital wing.” Gwenog said.

“That’d be for the best.” Dumbledore said. “It would be too much to ask if the other Horcruxes were would be as easy to find.”

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“So wait, we have to ask for dates for the Yule Ball!” Harry noted. “I don’t know how to ask a girl. I’d rather face a dragon…not like Maria, but an actual dragon-dragon.”

“I wonder if the library has books about courtship like that.” Hermione noted.

“Just ask us.” Luna said bluntly. “It’s better to go with someone you know, it doesn’t have to be a date. If you don’t want it to be.”

“Oh er…that makes sense. But whom of you two to ask, I don’t want to reject either of you either.” Harry noted.

“Er…maybe we need to get someone to take one while you take the other?” Hermione suggested.

“Or Harry can take us both.” Luna noted.

“What?” both Harry and Hermione asked with a yelp.

“The rules said Harry has to have a date. It doesn’t says how many he is allowed to take.” Luna noted.

Hermione blinked. She took out a book and started to go through the pages. “Well I’d be a monkey’s aunt. There is indeed no rule against it.”

“Hermione’s relation to monkeys aside, nothing is stopping us.” Luna said.

“Well, I’d rather be around you two. If I had to take someone else, I would not be good company because socially awkward.” Harry noted.

“Luckily the rest of us are socially awkward too. Now we can be awkward together.” Luna said.

“Well so that’s one problem solved. But what if we have to dance? How would that work with three?” Hermione asked.

“I have a book here.” Luna said.

“Luna, those may be three people but…that’s not dancing.” Harry said as he and Hermione went red.

“Oh, wrong book. Though quite fascinating you can do that with three people.” Luna said as she took out another book.

“Oh…yeah, we can do that, would take some practice though.” Hermione said. “Luckily we solved this early, so we have time.”

Luna’s inner self, whom was just as crazy as normal Luna, rejoiced as the next part of operation Pudding Pie has been completed. She has laid the foundation for the Polycule. Next plan of hers would be a means to increase her pudding consumption, named Operation Threesome. And she figures she may have mixed up the titles somewhat, but those got lost among thoughts of pudding, Harry and Hermione, and pudding on Harry and Hermione.

“Did you say that someone can take more then one date?” a curious Susan Bones has been, alongside Hannah Abott, listening in on the conversation.

“Yeah, loophole.” Hermione simply said. She then saw the looks on the Hufflepuff girls’ faces. “What are you planning.”

“Nothing much. On an unrelated note, we are going to see how Neville’s doing.” Hannah said.

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“The bloody ball…girls everywhere in packs, how do you single one out to ask?” Ron noted.

“I don’t miss Draco but I don’t know how to ask out a boy either now too.” Pansy sighed. Ron was still teaching her chess.

“Yeah, after hanging out with that tool, chances for getting a date are slim.” Ron noted. “No offense.”

“Some taken, but not inaccurate. But your chances aren’t big since you run your mouth and not to mention your table manners…” Pansy said.

“Hey, I can if I want to, it’s just that we’re student and we are casual, so I eat casual.” Ron noted.

“Casual? You are a living Accio spell at lunch time.” Pansy said. “To be honest, I’d be afraid to be your date, you’d embarrass me.”

“I’ll let you know that I can be a gentleman if I wanted to.” Ron said.

“Oh yeah?” Pansy asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. In fact, if I can take you to the ball I’ll show you.” Ron stated.

“Fine then. I could use a laugh.” Pansy said as they turned back to the chessboard. “Wait, did we just agree on a Yule Ball date?”

“Yeah…” Ron’s eyes widened.

“We don’t have to, we said things in the heat of the moment of us trading snark to snark combat.” Pansy said.

“Maybe true but…I don’t think I want to go through the effort of asking another girl and making a fool of myself. Unless you want to ask another boy.” Ron said.

“No…” Pansy said. “Well, we have this odd friendship now so people won’t be too surprised. This is the least awkward solution for the both of us.”

“Ok then…” Ron moved a chess piece. “Checkmate. And that took me two more moves then last time, you’re improving. Another game?”

“Why not, got nothing better to do.”

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“Hello Wendell, I heard you are going to Hogwarts for a Potter case, right?”

“That’s right Mrs. Umbridge. It is for the paperwork to formally induct those unique new girls into his family officially.” Wendell replied.

“Oh, best that you borrow my Blood Quill. You know, just in case they want to do the blood adoption route.” Umbridge said as she handed over a black feather.

“Why do you have that? Only select few are able to legally use it. I only barely have the clearance…” Wendell then looked pensive. “But wait, why would you help? I know that you don’t like non-Purebloods or non-humans…”

Umbridge pulled her wand and aimed it at Wendell, whom got a dopy grin on his face from the spell. “Offer it to them. It would make the half blood upstart Potter feel closer to his disgusting halfbreed harlots he created. His blood was already dirty.”

“I don’t think he’ll like hearing that.” Wendell said in a monotone.

“You don’t mention that, you dolt!”

“Give me a break, your spell is blanking my mind.” Wendell droned.

“Ugh…Just get it done.” Umbridge sighed.

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“…and then there is blood adoption. So magically, legally and biologically, you are able to consider these girls your family. In every sense of the word.” Wendell had met up with the extended Potter family. Neville was there too with Nom-Nom and Trevor since they were going through a similar procedure.

“Sounds ideal, but what is the catch?” Harry asked.

“We need to use a blood quill, which makes you sign with your own magical blood…or whatever equivalent your soon-to-be sisters have. It is going to be a bit painful but there is no more ironclad way then that. And it will only be brief.” Wendell explained.

“Aren’t they supposed to be illegal?” Sirius Black asked.

“In some cases, they are heavily regulated and only used for the most binding of contracts. For anything else its illegal. But it is allowed for any of this.” Wendell gestured at the papers he put down.

“Allow me to take a look at the contracts. I’m very good with administration.” Remus said as he pulled out a pair of reading glasses and checked it out. He checked each document twice, even waved his wands in complicated patterns. “Well this contract seems to be fine, no loopholes that can be exploited and nothing that allows it to be altered to bind you into other contracts against our wills.” Remus said. “These are good contracts, that’s why Dumbledore recommended you Wendell.”

“Are you seriously considering the blood quill thing. I know you really want to make it as binding as possible, but…” Sirius said.

“I’m no stranger to pain. And if we do it this way, no one can deny our family bonds again.” Harry said. “Though I can’t ask the rest of you to…”

“Sport, you’re not getting rid of me that easy. I’ll use the thing too. Sibs forever!” Maps said.

“So are we all.” Bolt said as she ruffled Harry’s hair.

“I didn’t need that human parchment to call you my chick. But this way the whole world will know, and I’d be happy to announce.” Hedwig said.

“I…I think I want to do it too. I don’t like the sound of the pain and the blood but Trevor and Nom-Nom…” Neville said.

“Nom-Nom!” the plant girl said as she rubbed her head against Neville’s cheek like a cat.

“If I had tear ducts like humans they would swell up with manly tears of pride.” Trevor noted.

“Well I trust Remus to know his paperwork and Harry to make an informed decision so I guess…” Sirius said.

“Don’t worry, it’s no permanent damage, unless used over and over again. But you only need to sign once each. Right here on the line. Careful, it is a startle when you use it.” Wendell said as he showed them where to sign.

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Wendell was back at the ministry. He was awaited by Umbridge, and Wendell was still dazed. He handed the papers over to her. Umbridge pointed her wand at the documents and said ‘Gemineo.’ And an identical stack of papers appeared. She took the originals and said: “File the replicas, and then forget all about me being here.” She said as she left behind the dazed Wendell.

After her shift at the Ministry she Disapparated to her next destination. It was a quaint little Muggle Town. Which she detested, but her ally was hidden there. Granted it was the last hiding place someone would look for him. The old disheveled mansion came into view as she stepped inside. It was dirt and dusty and she made a disgusted face.

She went up the creaking stairs and was to meet with her ally. She gulped as she tried to not let fear overtake her. As she entered the room, the only one that was actually cleaned, she saw the ally and a select few of his servants. “You have it, Dolores?” the tiny monstrous form of Voldemort asked.

“Yes, the papers that allowed the halfblood brat to adopt the abominations. I still can’t understand why you didn’t let me put in a loophole.” Umbridge said as she handed them over.

“Remus would have detected that.” Peter Pettigrew said as he took the papers for his master. “He is always good with paperwork. He actually is excited about it as he used to do this whole soft clapping and…” Peter almost looked nostalgic and smiles, before hanging his head down and realizing that bridge hasn’t been burned, it has been nuked.

“As Wormtail here was saying…the werewolf and Dumbledore would have detected that. So allowing the Potter to have his little replacement family is a small price to pay for my new plan to come along. Because with the Blood Quill-created autograph, I have Potter’s blood. Now the plan with the tournament has gone off the rails, I can no longer use the Tournament as a cover for my plans. But luckily I’m quite adaptable.” Voldemort said.

“But why do I need to take the contracts with those abominations blood or whatever fluids in it, as well?” Umbridge asked.

“Well, while the abominations are just that, they are also powerful beings. If they can be recreated, they would make great additions for my army.” Voldemort explained. “And this has moved our time table up significantly.”

“I must mention that while I’ll be able to prepare the potion you need at a much earlier time then Wormtail, it will still only be ready after the winter holidays due to the complexity, even for a Potions master like me.”

“That is fine, Severus. After the holidays everyone will be complacent. Not to mention the pattern that the worst of what Hogwarts has to face comes at the end of the school year. No one will expect me to get back as quickly. This will give us time to gather our supporters.”

“I don’t understand why he’s here, isn’t he Dumbledore’s?” Umbridge asked.

“I am not, I was never his. I used him as a means to stay out of Azkaban.” Professor Snape said. Or just Snape. Or Slimeball Snape.

“Didn’t you try to protect Potter?” Pettigrew asked.

“I did, but only because Dumbledore’s watching. But Lily is gone…the most hated James potter is gone. And Dumbledore was right, the  boy is neither of them. I don’t have my love, I don’t have my hate left. I have nothing left. I hate my job but I don’t expect to hang on by the end of the year even if I try to play nice. And owning a little shop in Diagon…feels so little. And I won’t fade into obscurity.” Severus Snape said.

“You have played a convincing role the past few years, and that’s why you’re of use to me. But bear reminding that I can snuff you out if I as much expect you wavering from me.” Voldemort noted.

“I am aware.” Snape said.

“Good. Now we just wait until after the Holidays.” Voldemort said.

“But what about the Purebloods whom will be arrested? Fudge is slowing things down but the families are under house arrest and with the new funding and help from the ICW, they can’t go anywhere.” Umbridge asked.

“They will stew in their prison cells for a while. A reminder and punishment for never coming to find me. But once they are out they are going to be angry at their freedoms and riches being taken and their anger can be redirected towards the Light.” Voldemort said. “Now all of you are clear on what to do…”

“Crystal.” Umbridge said, swallowing her spittle as the dark little thing still unnerved her.

“And have you managed to find the contacts you promised, Karkaroff?” Voldemort asked.

“Yes. They will provide Numengard’s location soon. Dumbledore hid it well, but not untraceable. Not for someone of your talents.” Karkaroff gulped harder than Umbridge.

“Good. It seems like you bought yourself a little more time. Continue being useful and then we’ll see if you are allowed to live until retirement.” Voldemort said. “I think that this setback with the Tournament has paved the way for something greater.”

TO BE CONTINUED