It's not a very well-known fact, but there was actually an alternative ending to the Harry Potter saga. The relief of the Dark Lord's ultimate death was so intense, that a lot of wizards let themselves go, after all victims were buried. The Fetish Ball was taking place in Hogwarts castle and open to students eighteen years and older, as well as staff and alumni.

Harry, barely recovered from his injuries, arrived at the party alone, as Ginny Weasley, with whom he hoped to hookup again, was just not old enough yet to participate. Harry didn't plan to stay long, but without him, there would be no ball. There was a special entrance to the ball room, a short hallway, and anyone walking through it would magically be dressed their part for the show.

Harry was surprised to suddenly wear a shiny black overall, skintight covering him from neck to toe. It looked a bit like leather, but it felt more like the gloves that a Muggle nurse would wear. There were no buttons, no zipper, no seams or whatsoever, without magic he wouldn't be able to get it off. Looking inside the ball room however showed that he'd fit in just fine.

"Harry!" he heard right as he came in. It was Cho, his first love, who seemed to tower over him, even though he knew she was smaller than him. It was clear her platform boots caused the difference. She was wearing a similar outfit as he was, but also had what looked like a cat mask on her head, making her almond shaped eyes pop out, as well as her blood-red lips. A catsuit went through his mind, that's what she was wearing. A very sexy catsuit.

The catsuit showed all of her curves, which were more pronounced than he remembered. Her breasts were full and round, with pierced nipples clearly visible through the rubber material. But he couldn't take his eyes off the camel toe between her legs.

He didn't want to, but he felt himself growing hard, and he noticed it was very visible in the rubber outfit he had on. He grabbed his wand tight in his hand, and used a wordless spell, "Reducto", while aiming the power of the wand at his own crotch. The pressure was off immediately, but the shape of his crotch was somehow wrong now.

He could worry no longer however, as Cho grabbed his face in both her hands, and stuck her tongue deep in his throat. The kiss was everything he remembered from so many years ago, under the mistletoe. But instead of her crying, as she did at the time, he could feel tears run now from his own eyes. He realized he still loved her.

He loved how she seemed stronger than him, on her needle heels, her tongue conquering him, as her full breasts pressed into his chest. He could feel the inside of his suit get wet in his crotch area, despite his hardness being gone. He sucked her tongue longingly, wishing she put it on his crotch.

It was like Cho read his mind, as she pulled away from his mouth, and breathlessly said, "Come with me." Hand in hand they left the ball room through a different door, where a number of class rooms were transformed into a large amount of private areas, with just a bed in each, separated by smart curtains.

When Cho pulled the curtain in one of the rooms, she pushed Harry back on the bed, and spread his legs, as she tapped her wand in his crotch. He could only assume the rubbery material there had disappeared, as he felt a cool draft for a second, before Cho put her mouth on his crotch, warming it up right away again. For a moment Cho pulled away, just so she could moan, "Oh Harry, my wish came true!"

Harry wondered for a moment what wish that would be, but then the power of her suction made him leak more fluids. It became real quickly very intense, and he prayed she wouldn't stop. By then her tongue started working as well, and suddenly it was inside him. All conscious thought stopped, or he would have questioned how this was possible, but before he knew it a powerful orgasm rocked his body.

It was different from his experience when he masturbated. He felt his nerves on fire on every bit of rubber skin, and it did not subside. He pushed his crotch back now into her soaked mouth, begging for more, and he felt her tongue flicking deep inside him. She pulled back after his second orgasm, the blissful smile matching the one on his own.

She didn't waste time, now tapping her own crotch with her wand, and he could smell her free, soaking pussy now right away. He thought it was his turn now to eat her, but she kept him on his back, and stuck the tip of her wand in her snatch and she muttered, "Engorgio". In seconds, her eleven and a half inch wand had turned into a thick dick, hanging from her crotch, where her pussy used to be.

It was dripping already, as her pussy had been, and she lined it up with Harry's cunt, as that was the only conclusion he could draw about what his own spell had done to his hard-on. But when she pushed inside him, it only made sense. If he had a pussy, then she needed a dick...

But this was not a wet tongue, it was a fat rod, and although both were well lubed, it stretched him to the max. He suddenly felt a sharp pain, and the conclusion was simple. His own virginity was gone.

Cho was very aware what was going on, and she tried to make him as comfortable as possible. Slowly she moved in and out and slowly the pleasure came back. Harry started working muscles he never had before and started pulling her in. Cho was only happy to oblige and pushed her whole length into him, until her balls slapped into his skin.

Harry's brain went into overload now, he needed more, and he put his hands on her rubber hips to pull her closer. Another orgasm rocked him and he screamed for more. Cho's voice, moaning more and more urgent as well, suddenly stopped. "Harry", she said, "please understand. My wand is inside you, you're bleeding and I'm about to cum. Our fluids will mix forever. Don't you see? It's an unbreakable vow! I vow to you that I will love you forever. Please vow your love for me as well, before I cum!"

Harry couldn't think straight. All he wanted was her to cum inside him and bring him along. He heard her say "love", and he nodded. "Yes, I love you." She replied urgently, "You have to vow it, Harry. Vow that you will love me forever!"

It was that simple. "Yes, Cho. I vow that I will love you forever!"

"Vow that you will be my wife, that you will dedicate your life to me, and that you will give me twelve daughters."

So close now, Harry needed it so bad. "Yes, I vow that I will be your wife, I will dedicate my life to you and give you twelve daughters."

"Oh, Harry, I'm almost there! Vow that you will forget you were ever a man. You've always been a beautiful woman named Harrianna, and you will always wear sexy skirts and dresses. Please, I'm coming!"

"Wait! I vow that I never was a man. I'm Harrianna, a beautiful woman, and I will always dress in sexy skirts and dresses for you."

When they came, it was more than an orgasm. The unbreakable vow activated deep inside Harry, now Harrianna. Her body and mind adapted to the new reality. Her face became beautiful, framed by soft long red hair. Her lover came in her and she knew they had conceived their first daughter. They would have to wed soon, before her body started showing. Her breasts were large already, held tightly by her own catsuit. Her hips expanded, getting ready for at least twelve births in her future. She pulled her arms around Cho, pulling her down onto her, breasts to breasts, as she took her mouth. She couldn't wait to be her wife.

When they finally pulled away from each other, their catsuits were dresses now, Harrianna loving the tight restriction around her legs. Cho's dress was needed to hide her monster dick, hanging down between her legs, the slight bulge still suggesting her camel toe. Harrianna cleaned it in her mouth, sucking any cum out that was left. Hand in hand they then walked back to the ball room, getting ready for a night of dancing and hopefully more sex.

They were not the only ones in love. While passing another room that still had the curtain open, they saw Crabbe and Goyle on the bed, both in fishnet bodysuits, in a sixty-nine position, each sucking on a massive dick. Harrianna remembered they all thought Crabbe had died in the Room of Requirement, from the cursed FiendFyre he had started, but at the last moment he had dived apparently in the vanishing cabinet, just before it burned up. He got stuck for a week in its counterpart though, before he was found and rescued.

You'd expect Draco Malfoy not too far from his cronies and you'd be right. Dressed in a pink satin maids dress, that did nothing to hide his tiny cock cage, had he submitted to Millicent Bulstrode, in her Mistress outfit, with a whip in her hand, that seemed to fit her personality perfectly. Her other hand held the leash locked around Draco's neck with what seemed to be an unbreakable lock.

Also leashed was Fang, Hagrid's huge boarhound, tied in a corner of the room. But Fang was happily mounting a very large and very pretty bitch, that Harrianna had never seen before. Both dogs seemed in heaven though, and you had to wonder what their offspring would look like. Seeing in how much heat the bitch was, they'd probably find out fairly soon.

More animals were affected by the fetish spell that was put on the room, as Harrianna saw Crookshanks, Hermione's big ginger cat, overpowering Mrs Norris, the caretaker's cat, who had given her so much troubles during her years in Hogwarts. That meant that her bestie was probably close around. And indeed, "Harri!", she heard Hermione's excited voice.

"Harri, I'm getting married!" Hermione showed off a big rock on her finger. "Viktor just proposed."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Harri replied, kissing her BFF on the cheeks, "Does that mean you're moving to Bulgaria?" Viktor Krum was the star seeker of the Bulgarian national Quidditch team. But Hermione shook her head, "No, he just signed a five year contract with the Chudley Cannons. Ron's favorite team. Wait until he hears!"

"Where is he anyway?" Harri asked. "He needs to know both his best friends are getting married." Hermione looked her in the face, stunned, then a big smile appeared on her face. "Cho?" was all she said, and when Harri nodded, she continued, "I always knew she was the right one for you. Ever since that mistletoe kiss. Let's get a double wedding! Oh, that reminds me, you're going to love this... The ministry has found a way to restore Sirius."

Harri was stunned. Her godfather. How was that even possible? Oh, he could walk her up the aisle. Hermione explained. "From all the people that died behind the Death Chamber veil in the Ministry of Magic, Sirius was different, because he was an animagus. They couldn't restore his spirit into a human body, but they managed with a dog, very similar to Sirius's animal form. The hope is that at some point his powers are big enough again, so that he can transform himself into a human body. Or herself, I should perhaps say, because the only dog they could find as a match was a female. She's around here somewhere."

Hermione looked around, but Harri knew enough. "I think she's happy to be what she is. I think she made friends with Fang." And she pointed at the corner where the two dogs were still mating. Hermione's cheeks colored for a second, then she said, "Awe.. more love. This party rocks! Look at them", pointing at Hagrid and Madame Maxime, both in magnificent leather. They were slow-dancing on the floor, Hagrid's dustbin-cover sized hands on her butt, while her tongue was deep in Hagrid's throat.

When they finally came off the floor, they confirmed their own upcoming wedding. And Hagrid was even happier that Fang finally found a mate in Olympe's Siri, the gorgeous bitch, and he wiped a few tears from his eyes.

By now, everybody was wondering where Ron was, he needed to know all the good news. Hermione said that he'd gone down to the kitchens, probably to secure some good food and drinks. But that wasn't quite true. Ever since Dobby the house elf had died, Ron had taken up Hermione's cause for the liberation of house elfs. And he had gone down to discuss the potential wages that the house elfs had a right to.

At that moment a house elf that they knew very well entered the ball room. It was Winky, dressed in a leather skirt and bustier, and four inches taller than normal in her stilettos. She strutted right at them all. Before they could ask her where Ron was, Winky said, "Search no more, Masters and Misses, it is I, Winky. I mean Ron."

And she explained, how as Ron she'd discussed the wages with the house elfs in the kitchen, and for the first time they were warming up to the idea. But they wanted that Ron would experience their life for a whole year, before they would agree. Ron agreed with a mind swap, performed through their special elf magic, but only Winky volunteered. The next day she'd start as a house elf for Ron's brother Bill and his wife Fleur. By next year the life of all house elfs would be changed for the better. "I is excited to serve my new Master and Mistress and their beautiful kids. Please do not tell them who I really is!"

They all promised, but Harri had the feeling that they would never get their Ron back again. Once you go femme, there's no going back to man...