Someone walks into the Great Hall

Harry was about to tell his slaves to follow him when the door to the rest of the castle creaked open, and a bleary, tired Ron Weasley stepped through. Not even noticing Harry or the twins, Ron flopped onto the bench at the Gryffindor table, and began to shovel food into his mouth.

Harry stared for a few seconds. Then he smiled. This could give him some useful information. He walked over to Ron.

"Hey Ron!" He said, waving casually at his friend.

"Hmny Hmmarry!" Ron replied through a mouthful of food.

"Is it okay if I ask you a couple of questions?"

"Sure." Ron replied, swallowing.

Harry sat down. Time to see how his statements had affected everyone else.

"Do you remember having a sister?" He asked Ron, cautiously. If he did, Harry would have to act quickly to stop Ron from going berserk.

"What? No, I don't have a sister. What are you talking about Harry?" Ron asked, complete confusion covering his face. That was good. He didn't need to worry about tying up any loose ends, it happened on its own.

"What about Emilia Granger, do you know her?"

"Wasn't that the name of one of your slaves? Emilia and her sister... Hermine, or something, right?" Harry grinned. Ron didn't remember Hermione at all. As far as he was concerned, Harry had always had two beautiful identical twins as slaves. That was perfect.

"Thanks so much Ron, you've been a big help." He said.

"You're welcome?" Ron replied, completely perplexed as to the conversation that just happened.

Harry looked at his best friend. He really had helped him a lot. He knew more about his powers now. Ron had always been a good friend. Of course, now Harry could make him so much better than that.

"By the way Ron, you're the third identical triplet of my slaves, and you're just as obedient as they are, identical in every way."

As Ron's hair sprouted out in strawberry blonde, Harry tried to drum up even a modicum of guilt for what he had just done to his first friend. He couldn't find any. Instead, he watched as Ron developed breasts, became about five inches shorter, lost his clothes, gained some lingerie, and became his third ****. After about ten seconds, there were no differences between her or the other two.

"Now, do you remember who you are, what your name is?" He asked his new ****.

"I'm your **** Master. I have no name." She said. God, that was beautiful.

"You're right. You deserve a gift. You can suck my cock." Harry watched as his **** wrapped her lips around his member, nearly deep-throating him. If he didn't know any better, he'd say she was even more enthusiastic than the other two.