Heather Potter - formerly Harry

Heather Potter woke up on the morning of her 18th birthday with a powerful moan, due to the sudden surge of intense lust she was feeling. It was a feeling that had been growing over the last few days but now was at its peak.

Her hand immediately made its way under her bed sheet and into her cunt. Her moaning intensified as she fingered herself urgently, **** for her first orgasm.

And, soon enough, Heather came with a thundering moan of ecstasy. As she panted she brought her dripping fingers to her lips and sucked them clean of her juices, moaning at her own taste.

With her morning heat settled for now, Heather got up from her bed on shaky legs and walked to the nearby mirror to see herself.

This had been a repeated ritual for the last couple of years, ever since her adventure into the Chamber of Secrets during her 2nd year. Because before that she had been a boy!!

For the previous 15 years she had looked and acted like a boy called Harry James Potter, until she had been bitten by the Basilisk and then cured with the tears of a Phoenix. It wouldn't be until she'd gone to the Hospital Wing with a fever where Madame Pomfrey had told her (then him) to sleep it off in one of the beds. During the night the mixture of venom and tears had purged her body of spells and potions and she'd woken up the next morning as a girl.

She had been momentarily stunned, but soon realized that it felt right. Plus, no one else seemed to notice anything amiss. She even found that her memories seemed to adapt to the thought that she'd always been a girl, and was surprised by how different her life was as a girl.

That night, during the leaving feast, Heather took in all the strange changes around her. While she was still best friends with Hermione Granger and both were still in Gryffindor, neither of them were friends with Ron Weasley, who they both found obnoxious and rude.

Strangely, her former nemesis, Draco Malfoy was now more of a charming schoolmate who regularly flirted with both girls. In fact, all of the boys seemed much nicer to her as a girl than when she was a boy. Even Professor Snape and all the Slytherins seemed to be nicer.

As the feast started, it was Professor McGonagol who got up to make the speech, explaining that Dumbledore had suddenly become sick and was resting in his quarters.

Heather shook her head as she remembered the article in the Daily Prophet a few days later with the headline reading

DUMBLEDORE DEAD: Hogwarts Head dies in sleep.

She had been surprised by how little she cared about the old man's ****. But then a second article came out.

DUMBLEDORE'S DARK DEEDS: Dumbledore's Secret Journal discovered.

The article revealed how shortly after the man's ****, someone had leaked his journal to both Ministry and the Prophet. In it, Dumbledore would brag about all of his plans to erase the act of Free Use from their world by creating a ward at both the ministry and at Hogwarts to diminish people's libidos.

It also revealed how when she was born, Dumbledore was angry at how she had been born a girl as it interfered with his schemes. So, he gave her potions and cast spells to make her appear in all ways as a boy. He had even cast a fidellius to make everyone - even her parents - believe she was a boy.

A Ministry Ward Master had stated that with Dumbledore's **** all of his wards and spells failed.

And by the time she returned for her 3rd year, Albus Dumbledore's reputation was in tatters, and by the time the year came to an end he was remembered for the Dark Lord he clearly was.

Though that didn't mean he didn't still have his more fanatical followers out there.

Heather shook head, deciding to forget about Dumbledore and his manipulations of her life (and gender), and decided to focus on something more important to think about.

Namely how fucking hot she looked now.

She eyed her gorgeous figure. Her beautiful face was framed by her long, messy black hair, and her bright green eyes practically glowed with lust. Her tits, which before today had been a nice mid-C cup had now swelled to a magnificent EE and stretched the Gryffindor red t-shirt as it struggled to contain them. Her ass was tight and round, and oh-so mouthwatering.

In short she was a fucking knockout!

Heather Lillian Potter - Alexandra Daddario

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As her fingers found their way into her cunt once more, She suddenly heard a voice call her from downstairs.

who is it?

option 1: A very much alive and very slutty MILF Lily Evans-Potter.

option 2: her Uncle Vernon Dursley, whose loud bellowing voice makes her extremely wet.

option 3: Her Godfather, Sirius Black who either raised since that night or took her in after he was cleared after her 3rd year.

or something else?