Ginny will become his Maid

Having an obedient maid would be very helpful, Harry was sure, especially when that maid was as beautiful as Ginny, and utterly unable to disobey him.

So as he guided Ginny through the halls towards the Room of Requirement, he began his changes.

"You've always looked up to me, right Ginny?" He said casually.

"What do you mean?" She replied, even as her perception of Harry changed slightly, as he became more of an authority figure in her eyes.

"As the Captain of the Quidditch team. You always look to me for orders, right?" Harry asked, planting another small seed.

"Of course, any good teammate follows the orders of their captain." She said. She always obeyed Harry on the Quidditch field. He was someone to look up to, after all.

"You're right Ginny, a good teammate is just an extension of the Captain's will." Ginny was about to object, that wasn't what she had meant, but she suddenly realised that Harry was right. She had to be just an extension of Harry's will, otherwise how could they work properly as a team? Certainly, Harry had never been wrong. His decisions were always the right ones. Ginny really looked up to him for that.

"You're right Harry, like always."

"It's just that lately, I kind of feel like you haven't been showing me the proper respect, as your Captain." Ginny stopped suddenly, freezing on the spot. Harry thought she was disrespectful? She couldn't have been, could she? She looked up to him so much, how could she have failed him like that? She was meant to be an extension of him, how could she have been so rude? How could she make it up to him? Her eyes started to well up slightly as her panic grew. Her mind was desperately trying to reconcile her actions with what she now knew to be the absolute truth.

Harry suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders, startling Ginny out of her spiralling.

"It's okay Ginny, I know how you can make it up to me." Ginny felt so relieved, a spark of happiness filling her chest. Of course Harry would know what to do. He always knew what to do. She was so glad that he was there to keep her respectful.

"How do I respect you properly Harry?" She asked, needing to make him see how much she respected him, looked up to him.

"Well, you should probably start by calling me Sir. It's much more respectful than just 'Harry'." Ginny nodded, Har-Sir was right. Of course that was more respectful.

"What else can I do, Sir?" She asked. Sir was so kind for telling her all this.

"Well, like I said earlier, a good team obeys their captain. However, I've felt recently that we've only been a team on the pitch." Ginny understood. If she wanted to respect Sir properly, she had to obey him, no matter where they were.

"You're right, Sir. Is there anything else you need me to do?"

"As I said earlier, the best teams always think like teams. You should always think like a team, Ginny." She should always obey Sir. He was so wise. "And lucky for you, Ginny, we have a new role available on the team that you would be a perfect fit for," Ginny was so happy she could obey Sir properly, "It's called the 'Maid' role, okay?" Ginny nodded. The Maid sounded perfect for her. "And remember, a good teammate is always apart of the team, is always their role. Do you understand? You're never Ginny, you're always Maid." Maid understood. She was so pleased that she could be more respectful of Sir now.

Harry stared at Ginny for a few seconds. There was nothing left in her eyes but total, unquestioning obedience and respect. Good. Ginny was gone. Maid was the only thing left. All that remained was a wardrobe change.

"Maid is wearing the proper outfit for her duties."

Maid's clothes shifted and shimmered, changing into something she knew was more appropriate, because Sir thought it was.

Her new outfit was all black and white, a beautiful dress that also acted like a corset, forcing Maid into perfect posture. She had a small apron tied around her waist, and long black gloves that resembled opera gloves. Her feet were clad in incredibly high heels, and stockings ran up her legs, reaching about a foot above her knee. Her hair was also different, tied into a ponytail, and if she could tell by the few strands she could see, was now a deep black.

Harry smiled at this new Ginny. Maid was much better. He just had to check one thing.

"Maid, do you have any desire to see your family ever again?" Maid frowned.

"Of course not, Sir. I'm Maid now, not Ginny." That was an interesting answer. If Ginny ever found a loophole to stop being Maid, that could cause problems. Harry decided to nip it in the bud now.

"Maid, you're going to forget anything about Ginny Weasley. As far as you are concerned, you have always been Maid. You have no family."

Maid felt great relief at Sir's words. She wasn't sure what had happened, she couldn't remember, but she felt now that she would be able to serve Sir forever now, and that made her happier than she had ever been.