Harry Potter And The Ladies Of The Realm A HP AU story
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Harry awoke with a gasp, his body ached but he was surprised to find he
was on silk sheets, which wouldn't have surprised him half as much, if he
wasn't expecting not to wake up at all. Voldemort cast the killing curse
at him, it should have destroyed both himself and the horcrux living
within him. Perhaps this is the afterlife he thought to himself, if it was
it was a drab one at that. Dark curtains partially covered a large dusty
window which let in a trickle of light for Harry to see by. He appeared to
be in a very old house, Grimmauld Place perhaps? He hadn't remembered a
room like this at his Godfather's, now his, house in London, though it was
a very strange house, perhaps they missed a room? He rolled out of the
antique looking bed and stepped into the dull light from the window, it
was only at this point that Harry realised he was completely naked.
He crossed the room and stepped into the dull light. Now that he was
getting more used to the dim lighting he noticed a large wardrobe against
the far wall and a vanity desk next to it. They both looked as old as the
bed and Harry was beginning to wonder if he really was dead after all, the
afterlife was a bizarre place if he was. He found a short robe hanging
over the chair in front of the vanity and slipped it on, it didn't fit
quite right but it covered the necessities, it seemed a little too loose
around his chest and a little too tight around his waist. He thought about
trying the wardrobe for something else but his curiosity got the better of
him and he instead tried the handle on the pale wooden door in the corner.
It didn't budge, he thought of using the Alohomora charm but suddenly
realised he had no idea where his wand even was. He was about to start
looking through the drawers of the vanity for his wand when a key sounded
in the lock on the door and it opened.
Standing in the doorway with a tray of what looked to be a bowl of
porridge and a glass of water was a girl, roughly his age though he
couldn't tell for sure, she had long arrow-straight blonde hair and was
wearing a short black dress with a white apron. He realised she was
dressed like a french maid. Dean Thomas had snuck a copy of Playboy into
Hogwarts in their 5th year and though they were disappointed none of the
pictures moved, the Gryffindor boys were delighted to have a good ogle at
all the sexy muggle girls. Harry remembered this outfit vividly, though if
anything the outfit the girl in front of him was wearing was more
revealing than the girl in the magazine. The short black dress had capped
sleeves on the shoulder and a plunging neckline which revealed perky but
not large breasts, Harry could just see the outline of a lacy pink bra and
smiled to himself devilishly. The dress was tight around the legs and
stopped halfway down her thighs, revealing the barest traces of the tops
of a pair of sheer black stockings which began in a pair of large heeled
stilettos, they must have been 3 or 4 inches high at least. Harry returned
his gaze to the girl's face as she placed the tray down on the table and
he noticed the pale pink lipstick. He'd always preferred red on Ginny but
pink suited this girl and Harry felt guilty as his penis stirred a little
beneath the robe. She placed the tray down on a small desk Harry had
previously not noticed in the corner, she turned to face Harry and he
noticed how nervous she looked, her hands were encased in silky black
gloves which she kept tugging at and adjusting nervously. Harry could have
sworn he had seen her before but he couldn't remember where, if she was a
witch she must have gone to Hogwarts and she did remind him of a Slytherin
but he just couldn't think who.
His musings were interrupted by a shrill voice from down the hall.
"Dorothy! You lazy ingrate! If I find you crying up there again it'll be
the cruciatus curse!" The girl paled visibly at this and turned to head
off the source of the call. Harry didn't need to see who it was that came
round the corner with Dorothy, he'd recognise that voice anywhere. She
returned leading a tall witch with black hair and an evil sneer on her
face; Bellatrix Lestrange, the woman who had murdered his Godfather
Sirius. Dorothy was whispering in her ear and pointing at Harry, Bellatrix
waved her off and pushed her to one side. "Yes yes girl, I'll tell the
dark lord how loyal and obedient you have been, now get out of my way."
Harry balled his fists with anger and looked around him for a weapon he
could use against Bellatrix but she had already drawn her wand and was
pointing it at him with a triumphant smile on her lips. "Looking for
something Potter?" She withdrew a pouch from her hips and showed Harry the
beginnings of a pair of wands protruding. Harry looked longingly at that
bag and noticed that Dorothy did the same. Harry was thinking of a dozen
ways he could get one of those wands before Bellatrix killed him when he
was thrown backwards by a blast of red light, she had stunned him. He
distinctly heard Bellatrix's trademark laugh before he blacked out
entirely.
When Harry regained his senses he was being rolled onto the bed by Dorothy
whilst Bellatrix lounged in the corner on a comfortable looking chair
which wasn't there before. "Awakey now Potter? Hit your head hard you did,
if you don't want it to happen again I'd listen well. The Dark Lord has
decreed that you are not to be injured severely, but he didn't define what
severely meant so I think that anything less than death will be allowed
don't you?" For emphasis she lowered her wand in Harry's direction and he
felt a shooting pain in his feet as if he were suddenly standing on hot
coals. The maid had finished rolling him into bed and Harry tried to sit
up as ropes extended from Bellatrix's wand and snaked around his wrists
and ankles, tying him securely to the four posts of the bed. "That's
better, let's see what we've got here shall we Dorothy?"
Dorothy undid the robe Harry was wearing and pulled it away to reveal a
slim body, the last year had been hard on Harry, although they hadn't been
starved for food whilst on the run, they hadn't eaten as well as Harry was
used to, especially not compared to the meals he was used to at Hogwarts
and the Burrow. He was now back to the wiry body he had last had before he
even knew what Hogwarts was, though he had grown almost a foot. "Yes, this
will do nicely, Dorothy, run along and bring up the bag your mother
dropped off this morning."
After Dorothy left the room Bellatrix waved her wand and the door shut
behind her, she stood and loomed over Harry, still prostrate on the bed,
though he had given up trying to wriggle out of the bonds. "I suppose
you're wondering what you're doing here Potter? You thought you could
outsmart the greatest wizard of all time? You and that crackpot Dumbledore
are fools, the Dark Lord knew about the Horcrux in you, oh yes, he told
me, his most trusted servant. You thought you could trick the Dark Lord
into weakening himself? Now you've delivered yourself to us he will never
die, the Dark Lord will live forever!" Harry replayed the events from the
forest in his mind, it was coming back to him now, he had expected
Voldemort to kill him immediately but he had hesitated, it was Bellatrix
who attacked him, first stunning him then hitting him with a full body
bind before he passed out. He supposed they must have shown the defenders
at the school his body to make them surrender, his thoughts turned to Ron
and Hermione and he prayed they had made it out.
Dorothy returned with a large paper bag and set it down on the floor. As
she stood up Harry realised where he recognised her from. "Malfoy! Is that
you?" Bellatrix laughed hysterically and turned to Dorothy who had gone
pale white, even with the pink blush on her cheeks. "Well well Draco,
don't disappoint Mr Potter." Dorothy turned paler still as her hands crept
down to the bottom of her skirt, pulling it upwards to reveal a pair of
pink lace panties with what was clearly a penis trapped inside. "Dorothy's
a little shy these days Potter but I'll explain, my idiot brother in law
thought he could flee the Dark Lord but he was a fool. Dorothy is here to
make sure Lucius does a good job at the ministry and tows the line in
future. The Dark Lord does so hate to waste magical blood."
Bellatrix waved her wand again and the ropes on Harry's wrists temporarily
unhitched themselves from the bed, only to shoot forwards and wrap
themselves around the tops of the four poster, dragging Harry with them so
he was standing at the end of the bed spread eagled.
"The corset first Dorothy." She withdrew from the bag an emerald green
corset, with garters dangling from the bottom. Harry realised too late
what she was doing with it as it was snapped around his midriff and
Bellatrix snapped the laces tight with a wave of her wand. Harry gasped as
all of the air in him was expelled at once by the force, his waist had
shrunk to nearly half its original size. Harry felt a wave of pain rush
over him as Bellatrix waved her wand again, he thought she was using the
Cruciatus curse on him but quickly realised she was pulling the hairs out
of his body, all at the same time, it was agony. Bellatrix sneered at
Harry as the hairs on his chin finally popped out and disintegrated, she
grabbed his chin and lifted it, daring him to give her a reason to inflict
more pain. She pointed her wand at his toes and bright pink paint suddenly
sprang up on each nail.
"I'll do your toes for you this time Potter but Dorothy needs to practise
so she will do your hands." She turned to Malfoy. "I want her ready and
downstairs in one hour." She cast one last spell and Harry didn't know
what she'd done until black hair began creeping down the side of his face
and onto his shoulders. She slammed the door behind her.
Harry was left alone with Malfoy who refused to make eye contact as he
withdrew items from the bag on the floor, now that Harry knew the truth he
could see the tell-tale signs of Draco Malfoy beneath the makeup and
clothing. Draco had never had a masculine face anyway so the light makeup
made him look pretty, his doe eyes hid the shame which hid beneath, with
every blink Harry saw huge curved eyelashes sweep down. A white maid's cap
held back most of the blonde hair but the occasional lock would fall into
his/her face and Harry watched as a gloved hand pushed it back behind her
ears. He noticed the silver snakes hanging from each lobe, a mockery of
Draco's former school house. Harry caught another glimpse of cleavage as
Draco/Dorothy bent down to withdraw another item from the bag, Harry
didn't see what as he was too entranced by the milky flesh under the pink
bra, he could do nothing as his now hairless penis sprang to attention.
Malfoy seemed to notice this and blushed greatly, standing up he/she found
herself level with the tip of Harry's penis and without a moment's
hesitation she took its length in her mouth and sucked furiously, her
tongue rubbing the length delicately. Harry couldn't believe what was
going on and came within seconds, Malfoy continued sucking until every
last drop had left Harry, he swallowed it all and had to lick her pale
pink lips to catch an errant drop.
Harry was left confused yet oddly satisfied and Malfoy turned to the
vanity, frowning. She withdrew a tube of lipstick from a pouch in her
apron and refreshing herself in the mirror. Confusing thoughts were racing
through Harry's brain and barely noticed as Malfoy pulled a pair of frilly
green panties up his legs and tucked his penis in, adjusting it until
Harry had a smooth front with no bulges. She began rolling a pair of white
stockings up each of Harry's legs and clipped them to the garters, Harry
blushed at how feminine his legs looked. Malfoy went back to digging in
the bag and returned with a small pink box. Harry's fears were quickly
realised as she withdrew two large breasts, considerably larger than those
Malfoy was sporting he thought to himself. Malfoy worked silently,
pressing the breasts to Harry's chest where they instantly stuck, the
edges moulding themselves to Harry's skin and creating a gapless seal, to
an untrained eye you wouldn't realise Harry had never had breasts as the
inherent magic in the forms perfectly mimicked the real thing. Harry felt
Malfoy's breath on his new breasts as she lightly blew on each nipple,
which instantly went hard.
Malfoy continued Harry's transformation in silence, Harry tried to plead
with him at first, as a matching green bra followed his panties he decided
to change tack and instead tried asking Malfoy questions about Hogwarts
and his friends, all of which were ignored, Harry couldn't remember her
muttering a word since he had woken up. A green choker with what Harry
realised was a Slytherin snake at the centre was fitted around his throat
and Malfoy undid the ropes around the bed frames, though as Harry tried to
make a run for the door the ones at his ankles instantly tied together and
he fell flat on his face, the pain wasn't too great as his fall was
cushioned by his new breasts, which now ached.
Malfoy guided him to the chair at the vanity at which point the ropes
wrapped themselves around the arms and legs, securing Harry again. She
began taking pots and brushes from the drawers and Harry realised that he
would be getting a makeover too. She began with his nails which she filed
and then painted a pale green colour, matching the choker around his neck.
As the nails dried she went to work on Harry's face, a large amount of
concealer was used on his forehead and Harry realised she was covering his
scar. After what seemed an age of powders, brushes and liquids, Malfoy
stepped away and Harry saw his reflection in the mirror, if Malfoy was
pretty then he was downright gorgeous. Pale green eyeshadow was delicately
painted over each eye and dark mascara hung on huge eyelashes like Malfoy
had. Pink blush highlighted his now high cheeks and a matching shade of
pink lipstick adorned his lips, though his was glossy and wet unlike
Malfoys drier look.
As Malfoy returned he felt a sharp pain in each ear and realised his ears
had been pierced, she slipped matching snakes into each hole and then went
to work on Harrys hair. Malfoy pulled and prodded his hair for around ten
minutes before stepping away again. Harry saw in the mirror that his jet
black hair had been braided into a bun at the back, with bangs at the
front helping to hide his now invisible scar. Malfoy returned again with a
pair of green stilettos, with around the same size heel as the pair she
wore already, they were slipped onto Harry's stocking clad feet and the
buckle melted together, Harry realised they would not be coming off
without some help from a wand.
The ropes disappeared at last and Harry rubbed his aching wrists, now
noticing the effect of the nail varnish on his already small hands.
Standing away from the mirror he realised just how feminine he looked and
stared in dismay at the beautiful girl in the reflection, not a hint of
the boy who lived remained. His legs were long and slender and looked
gorgeous in the frosty white stockings, the heels, combined with the
corset, made his butt stick out a little more and added a very feminine
hourglass to his slim figure. The large breasts, his breasts he realised,
were nearly bursting out of the pale green bra which looked too small to
contain them. The Slytherin choker covered his adam's apple perfectly and
his perfectly made up face made him look like an 18 year old model, much
like those from Dean's Playboy Harry remembered with a sigh.
Harry turned clumsily, still adjusting to the heels and found Malfoy
removing another maids dress from the wardrobe, though this one differed
to her own. The apron had a green fringe, as did the bell sleeves and the
hem. She laid this down on the bed and held up a short green petticoat for
Harry to step into, which he reluctantly did, Malfoy was about to fetch
Bellatrix when Harry first threw it to the floor, before Malfoy could make
it to the door Harry had picked it up and begun pulling it over his
stocking clad legs. The feeling was new to Harry and to his annoyance,
very enjoyable. The dress quickly followed, it was pulled over Harry's
head and Malfoy began adjusting it, doing up laces in the rear and
fluffing the skirt out over the petticoat. Harry realised that if he bent
over even a little his panties would be visible to anyone behind him, his
stocking tops were just visible to him now in the mirror.
Malfoy did a quick lap of him and quickly popped a green cap into Harry's
hair before pointing to the porridge and water on the desk. In a girlish
whisper she told Harry to eat, and be downstairs in 10 minutes, she also
popped lipstick and lipgloss tubes into the pouch in Harry's apron and
told him to refresh himself after eating. At first Harry just stared at
his reflection in the small vanity mirror. The dress clung to him like a
glove, tight around the hips and flared at the waist where hints of green
petticoat peeked out, several times he had to pull the dress up to stop it
exposing his bra and considerable cleavage, with each tug upwards he felt
a breeze across the bare flesh at the top of his thighs and Harry was
wondering which was worse. He realised he was running out of time and just
how hungry he ate, he supposed he hadn't eaten anything since the forest,
how long ago must that have been? The world must think him dead, and the
Order more than likely disbanded already. He ate quickly and his thoughts
strayed from his friends who must now be in hiding to the dramatic change
in Malfoy's voice, he hoped Bellatrix wouldn't do something like that to
him but realised that it was a silly hope because she almost certainly
would. He would just have to look for a way to escape and worry about
reversing the changes later. It seemed clear to him that the world thought
he was dead so that might make getting away a little easier, as no one
would be looking for him.
Harry finished eating and reapplied the lipstick and gloss in the mirror.
It was feminine enough putting on lipstick, but when Harry noticed his
nails whilst holding the lipstick tube he realised how far gone he was and
blushed furiously, this brought the pink in his cheeks out further and he
felt even worse. He slowly made his way down the hall on wobbly legs, the
heels constantly threatening to pitch him over, the petticoats rustled
loudly with every step, the heels clacking along too. He realised it would
be near impossible to go anywhere quietly in this house. He was tempted to
check in on some of the rooms he passed but realised that being late
downstairs could be a painful decision.
Once he reached the stairs he placed a hand on the banister and crept down
slowly, making his way into the next room he found Bellatrix on a large
sofa braiding Malfoy's hair into two long blonde pigtails. She looked up
and beamed. "Potter! At last, well Dorothy you outdid yourself here, you
really have been paying attention to me little niece. Tell you what, as a
reward, how about you decide on Miss Potter's new name?"
Malfoy looked up at Bellatrix, half convinced she was playing a joke on
him, this was the closest to nice his aunt had been to him in a month.
"How about Hazel, Mistress?" She tied off the last braid and patted Malfoy
affectionately on the head. "Fine choice Dorothy, I like it, Hazel and
Dorothy Malfoy, my live in nieces and maids."
As she uttered this she withdrew her wand again and cast a spell at Harry,
muttering under her breath. Harry felt no different, he opened his mouth
to protest his new name and call Bellatrix a number of colourful names he
had picked up from Uncle Vernon but when he did so, all that came out in a
melodious female voice was, "My name is Hazel Malfoy." Harry stared in
shock and realised he was in big trouble.
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