[ratlaf]

Witchcraft & Wizardry
A Story set in the world of Harry Potter…obviously I've taken quite a few liberties, and it is set several years into the future of the end of Rowling's current story.

It was a total surprise when I received the letter.  First of all it was written on paper that looked so old that you could only call it parchment.  The handwriting was so fancy and ornate that it was obvious someone had taken the time to personally write the invitation to me specifically.  Then there was the fact that the postman didn’t deliver it, an Owl followed me all the way to school, screeching at me the whole time.  At first I took no notice of it, thinking it was simply acting weird.  Then, after the third screech I noticed that it held an envelope in one of it’s talons.  After the fifth screech I finally stopped and asked the bird “What do you want with me?!”
It responded by holding out the envelope to me.  At first I couldn’t move because I hadn’t expected any response at all, let alone this very specific reaction, as if the bird had understood me.  My arm, however, moved on it’s own and took the peculiar letter from this very strange bird, which promptly flew away, now that it’s delivery was complete.  I was now late for school through dealing with this bird so I quickly shoved the letter into my bag and ran, hoping to beat the bells, it was my birthday after all and I wasn’t going to miss my day, let alone my good friends.
“Hey Julie, you made it.  Happy 17th!!” My friend Kate said as I sprinted up to the doors.
“Thanks… Yeah… barely…, I talked to an Owl on my way here and I guess I lost track of the time.”
“An Owl?  You mean like a bird?” she asked giving me a curious look.  A look I would get used to in the near, and distant future.  A look that I would get for the rest of my life.
“Yeah, it was delivering a letter, and well… Oh there’s the bell!”
We scurried into our classroom and began another day at school.  My birthday at school turned out to be a good day, and the party my parents were letting me throw was even better, because there were no lessons, only us girls having a good time and gossiping and playing games, and of course good food and several cute boys who crashed our party.  All the excitement of the day drove out the letter I’d received that morning and just about when it was time for me to go to sleep I remembered.
“Mom, an Owl gave me this today, can I open it?”
“Well, let me see.  It’s addressed to you, with our address, and there’s a return but I’ve never heard of A. Dumbledore, I suppose since they’ve given their return address, sure, go ahead.  The parchment and handwriting sure is fancy.”
“Thanks Mom,” I said as I opened it, not realizing my whole world was about to be turned upside down and inside out.  My eyes grew wider and wider as I read and by the time I finished my hands were shaking with excitement at the incredible opportunity the letter offered me.
A little about me.  I’m an unusual girl, well the rest of society would say I’m unusual.  I feel completely normal.  Let me explain.  Ever since I could remember I’ve been obsessed with muscle.  There was no outside influence or inspiration, it was simply hardwired into me.  One of the first coherent questions I asked my mom was why she was so skinny, why wasn’t she more muscular.  She told me that women aren’t supposed to have muscle, but that made no sense to me what-so-ever.  Whenever my parents offered to buy me magazines I’d instantly choose the bodybuilder magazines.  I’d then proceed to cut up my mom’s glamour magazines, pasting the faces and clothing of the beautiful women, on the beautifully muscular bodies of the most muscular men I could find, transforming the beauty of the women into the muscular Amazons I felt that they should be.  When I started school, I pasted my own face onto one of these creations for a school project and while I got an “A” for creativity, I also had a talk with the school counselor who gave me the same explanation my mother did.  Again it made no sense to me, why wouldn’t a woman want muscle, she’d be able to protect herself, and take care of herself when she was in a desperate situation, like holding a car up off the ground while changing a tire.
As I grew older my school projects, writing exercises, and even the questions I asked the adults around me showed fairly conclusively that my muscle obsession was far from a phase and was fast becoming an integral part of who I was to become.  My parents let me use their computer to make photo manipulations, which I very quickly became excellent at.  Not only would I create ultra-muscular versions of myself, I’d transform my friends, super-models and actresses, and even did one of my mom.  When I showed her I saw the expression of worry cross her face, but when she took a long look at herself with more muscle than Arnold, she began breathing faster and turned a bit red in the face.  Shortly after, she pulled my dad into their room for a bit, leaving me to fend for myself.  Afterwards she was much more supportive of me and my muscle obsession.
All of my writing assignments at school featured incredibly tall and muscular women who were placed in situations where their prodigious strength and muscles would do them no good, forcing them to adapt and change to match the situation.  Again, my stories landed me with the school counselors who tried to discourage me, and change me to match the stereotype of the typical woman.  They had little success, especially now since I had my mother’s support.
I even asked my doctor, “When can I grow big muscles?”  he was taken back, blinked several times and asked me why I would want big muscles.
“Because they’re pretty, and I’d be able to lift you off the ground with one arm!”
This was definitely not the response he’d anticipated coming from a little girl.  “Well, if you’re being serious, I’d say you’ll have to wait until you begin to mature before you begin to seriously lift weights.  Otherwise you’ll hurt yourself.  Until then you should be able to use very light weights, 20 pounds at most,” he emphasized, looking at my mother too, “and you should take up a strength and power sport.  Swimming would probably be the best for a girl as young as you, or Gymnastics.  They’ll both work your upper body as well as your lower.”
“Thanks doc.”  I was excited to find yet another adult supportive of my need for muscle.
“Julie, are you sure this is what you want?” the Doc asked.
“Show him, Mom.”
My mother pulled out a picture of me with a fifteen foot tall body with more muscle than any human would ever, or could ever be able to build.  After a few moments study he nodded his head and told me to be careful, and wished me good luck.
I began my journey towards becoming the most muscular woman in the world.  I decided on swimming which meant I’d have to learn to swim, which scared me half to death, at first.  Slowly I became more and more comfortable and by the end of the summer, and the beginning of the youth swim season, I was totally at home in the water.  The swim coach even gave us several light exercises to do at home that would improve our strength.  I pushed my body to it’s maximum and my progress was phenomenal.  Within six months people were wondering how long I’d been swimming because I had lost my layer of baby fat and replaced it with a layer of muscle.
As years went by I grew stronger and stronger, and developed a reputation for being the best athlete in our school.  By the time I was 16 years old I could beat any boy in school at arm-wrestling, running, push-ups (159, 63 with one arm), pull-ups (53, 22 one handed), and was even able to do the rope climb faster than anyone had ever done it at our school by pulling myself up hand over hand, not even needing to use my legs.  Everyone was cheering me on and demanding an encore, so I climbed it again hand over hand, and then, since I wasn’t even tired I had my friend Kate climb onto my back piggy-back style and climbed it again hand over hand.  That finally presented a challenge for my very strong arms.  I had to call it quits, much to the disappointment of everyone in my gym class. 
I’d started using heavier weights when I turned 12 and quickly began adding mass to my young body.  I lost some of my buoyancy in swimming but my gain in strength more than made up for it.  My goal was to be even more muscular than Tina Lockwood was when she landed on the world of bodybuilding like a ton of bricks.  I plan on being ten tons of bricks and destroying any and all stigma against muscular women.  Which was why I was so excited when I read the letter:

My Dearest Julie Rabner,
It is with great pleasure and much anticipation that I invite you to attend the first class at the Granger University of Witchcraft and Wizardry for Adults.  You have been blessed with the ability to harness, channel and develop the forces of Magic.  If you would learn more, about yourself, and about me and my school, I invite you and your parents to meet me for Lunch at the Pickle Barrel Deli this Thursday at noon.
Humbly Yours,
Albus Dumbledore

Magic!!?  Magic doesn’t really exist, does it?  I knew that my female body would never be able to build a tenth of what some of the men have been able to build, but if I had some means to turn the tables, to give myself and any woman who wanted it too, the advantage, like Magic for example…  The possibilities were limited only by my imagination, and I had a very active imagination!  The thought that I possessed the ability, through Magic to make myself as big and as muscular as I wanted, shook my soul to it’s foundations, and when I dropped the letter because my hand was trembling so violently, my Mom picked it up and read it.
“Magic, I didn’t think that was real.  Do you want to meet this Dumbledore, and see if he’s full of it, or really for real?”
“I want to go, oh, I definitely want to go, right now!!”
“Dear, it’s not for another two days, and you won’t be able to start until the next term anyway.  You’re going to have to learn a bit of patience.”
“Yeah, I suppose so…”
“Are you thinking what I think your thinking?”
“That I’ll use Magic to grow muscle?”
“I figured as much.  This Mr. Dumbledore will have to know that about you.”
“Why…!!?”
“Because it’s not a good thing to mask your true intentions from anyone who’s willing to help you.  If you don’t tell him I will.”
“Mom!! I… but… fine!  I suppose you know what you’re talking about, but what if he changes his mind because of what I want to use Magic for?”
“Well, it seems from the letter that he didn’t actually chose you, you were chosen, or rather, born with this inside you.  Just like this muscle lust that you’re so single-mindedly pursuing.”
“But I thought you supported me in my goals.”
“Of course I do, I just don’t want to see you become an outcast because of it.”
Fuming, I looked into her eyes a moment and realized she did have my best intentions at heart, but it was still hard.  I went to my room to do my homework, homework that would all too soon be very different in nature, and tried to wait patiently for Thursday.
I’d been looking into attending University in another years’ time but this seemed like the perfect alternative for me.  I wondered if it was a bit like a real University and if it would take me to the same level of education.
All that morning I could barely sit still, and very nearly got sent to the principal’s office, twice!  Finally noon came along and my Mom came to pick me up.  When we arrived he instantly recognized us and invited us over to his table.  Within thirty seconds our sandwiches arrived, and they happened to be exactly what we would’ve ordered.
“I hope the lunch is to your satisfaction?”
“Oh yes, very good,” I thanked him as I munched on my Toonces with triple turkey.
“So, why do you want to learn Magic?  I must admit your name appeared on the list very suddenly and very late.  After I looked into you a bit I realized you’d been born with a purpose, but what that purpose is I don’t yet know.  I simply know that I am to teach you whatever it is you want to learn.”
I could barely contain my excitement and of course he noticed this.
“Hmmm, maybe you already know your purpose yourself?”
“I want to be the most muscular human ever, man or woman.”
“Well, that is a desire, probably your heart’s desire but that is only the means to an end.  Your desire to be extremely muscular, and I see that image you have in the front of your mind right now, is only a portion of the purpose you were sent here to perform.  I will guide you as best I can, but mostly I will teach you, initially to achieve your heart’s desire.”
“Oh thank you so much Mr. Dumbledore!!”
“Please, call me Professor, or Headmaster if you like.  This program is a bit unusual and this is the first year we’re trying this.  We’ve found that in recent years more and more adults like yourself are appearing on our Hogwarts attendance list.  Hogwarts is generally where the younger students study so, since there are so many of you we’ve decided to begin a new school for adults only.
“But I’m not an adult yet, I’ve another year.”
“Ah, but in the wizarding world you’ve come of age at 17.  Now, I must warn you, Julie, that with great power comes great responsibility.  I can see that you understand what that means to the characters you write for school, but to learn it for yourself is an entirely different matter.
“Yes, sir.”
“Excellent, it’s settled then.  I’ll arrange for you and your parents to be taken to Diagon alley to purchase your books and supplies, here’s the list as well as your train ticket.  See you next term!” he said brightly as he got up and left our table.
“Platform nine and three quarters?  That doesn’t really exist, does it?”  I asked my mom after inspecting my train ticket.  I’d also never heard of the Hogwarts Express departing from King’s Cross, and we’d traveled through there many and many a times.  My mom was just as baffled.
The rest of that school year seemed to take an eternity because now all of these subjects seemed totally pointless to me.  Of course my parents wouldn’t let me off that easily saying that I’d need to know these things in the future, even if the world of magic became my home in the future.  Again I knew they had my best intentions at heart, but that didn’t stop me from getting into more trouble than usual for the rest of the term.  Also I didn’t have to worry about applying to Universities because I’d already been accepted to one.
I especially concentrated on my weightlifting.  I very quickly realized I was much stronger than I originally thought.  I kept having to add more and more weights as I pushed my body to it’s maximum and by the end of term I was definitely the strongest, most muscular girl, or boy, in my class. 
About halfway through the summer I received another letter delivered by an owl.  What a beautiful owl it was too, all snowy white and radiant.  I was walking home from the gym when it swooped out of nowhere and landed on my shoulder.  Startled at first, I quickly realized why it was here and took the note from it.

Julie,
Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to show you and your family to Diagon alley and to assist you with your supplies and books for the next term at Hogwarts.  I must say I’m excited you’re going to be joining us and look forward to meeting you.  Please be at the entrance to the Knightsbridge Underground station this Saturday at 11am.
Professor Granger
Deputy Headmistress and Founder.

I showed my parents the letter and they seemed just as excited as I was.  The magical world was as new to them as it was to me and none of us had any idea what to expect. 
This meeting was nearly a week away so I tried to spend as much time with my friends as I could.  They didn’t take the news very well because now there’d be no one around to protect them from all the nasty boys.  My strength and obvious muscles kept the boys from picking on me and my friends.
I remember one time when I picked up Justin Martenson completely off the ground and hoisted all 165 pounds of him over my head when he wouldn’t leave us alone at lunch one day.  The look of complete terror on his friends’ faces told me that I’d definitively made my point and they left us alone after that.

That Saturday finally came and as my parents and I navigated the Underground I grew more and more nervous.  What if I didn’t fit in, what if I couldn’t do magic, what if I had to grow muscles the normal way!!??  Before these fears could fully solidify themselves in me an extremely cheerful woman with a head full of curly brown hair bounded up to us.
“You must be the Rabners.  I’m Professor Hermione Granger.  I’m the Charms, Arithmancy and Ancient Runes Professor and I grew up as a Muggle too.  So wonderful to meet you.  You must be very excited to come to my University.  It’s the first school of it’s kind for adult witches like you.  My you’re quite the strapping young girl.  Come with me and I’ll show you everything you’ll need for your first year.  This way.”
We followed breathless at her constant stream of conversation.  Down a side alley we discovered a pub that my parents didn’t know existed.  The Leaky Cauldron.  Once inside we all knew we’d just stepped into a whole new world.  The world of Magic.  Everything was new and wonderful and amazing and my eyes, and my parents too, were the size of dinner plates the rest of the day.  Through the back we received our first taste of magic as the bricks rearranged themselves into a gateway into an even more fantastic place than the Leaky Cauldron.
Not only were my eyes dinner plates, my jaw had now dropped as well.  “Brilliant isn’t it?”  asked Professor Granger as she led us into Diagon alley and through the crowds.
“The first thing we’ll need to do is exchange your Muggle money into gold and silver.”  We followed her dazedly into the bank where everything we ever thought we knew about the world was turned on it’s head.  The bankers were Goblins!  We never expected anything other than humans yet here they were, as real as real taking our “Muggle” money and exchanging it for what looked like real Gold and Silver.
“It used to be the safest place in the world to keep your money,” she told us, “but a break-in a few years ago has shaken their confidence and they no longer make that claim.  Gringotts that is.  I think it’s perfectly safe and that all their extra precautions are a bit over the top, if you ask me.”
All that day we went into one shop after another where we received one shock after another.  The book that tried to bite all of our shoes off before we were able to restrain it with my dad’s belt was the most thrilling moment of the day.  Most exciting for me was purchasing my wand.  Mr. Ollivander spent a good deal of time taking my measurements and even commented on my physique. 
“I’ve never seen a girl with a 16” arm, and all muscle it seems to be too.  Well, well, very interesting.  I’ll have to start with some of the more unusual combinations with you.”  He said as he pulled out several boxes with so much dust on them that all of us sneezed a couple times.
“Here we are, try this one, Yew and Vela hair, something I rarely use.”
He handed me a wand and nothing happened.
“Nope, not at all,” he said as he snatched it out of my hands.  “Maybe this, Elm and Phoenix feather.”  Again nothing happened. “Nope, no, how about this?  Mahogany and Dragons’ Heartstring.”
This time several sparks came out of the end of the wand when I held it and the tremor of excitement that went through me was incredible.  I could do magic, it was all real, I was so excited that when he snatched that wand away from me I felt crestfallen.
“Wait!  That one worked.”
“No, no.  Not quite right.  The wand chooses the witch my dear and only part of that wand was right for you.  Try this, I think this’ll do it for you.  Ironwood and Dragons’ Heartstring.”
This time there was a golden glow that covered the wand and me and a big smile erupted on Mr. Ollivander’s face.  “Ahh, I knew it.  Most curious too.  You must be a very strong young lady to have that wand choose you.  That combination will be wonderful for transfiguration work.  It’ll allow you to undertake the most complex and difficult transformations.  Of course it’ll be great for charms and everything else you’ll be learning too.  It’s just that I’ve tried this wand on many men who appeared to be physically and mentally much stronger than you and it’s rejected them all.
“Thank you sir,” I said with much gratitude, knowing that I would treasure and protect this wand with my life.  It was the vehicle that would transform me and my body into my lifelong desire.

“Ahh good, you’ve everything you need for school, shall we have lunch then?” asked the Professor, our tour guide.  “I have a bit of time before I have to get back to… well before I have to get back.  This is a great place, wonderful food.”
After eating lunch she bid us good day and as she was walking away I suddenly remembered.  “Wait, Professor, how do I get to platform nine and three-quarters?”
“Oh yes, you’ve never been there before, being Muggle born and all.  You’d think I’d remember being Muggle born myself but no matter.  It’s quite simple, you walk at the barrier between platforms nine and ten and you’re there.  Best to do it at a bit of a run if you’re nervous.  I know I was the first time I tried it.  It’s a bit unnerving to run straight at a brick wall totally expecting it to be solid then walking right through it but you’ll be fine.  I must be going now.  See you in a few days!”
My parents and I stopped for a coffee before leaving Diagon alley.  On the way out we had a moment of doubt about how we were to return to the real world because the brick archway we’d entered through was sealed.  Then I remembered that I was now a witch and had a wand.  I pulled it out and with a quick smile at my parents tapped the wall three time where I’d remembered Professor Granger tapped it and suddenly the archway opened up for us.  I’d done my first bit of magic and was so excited.  This was going to be so wonderful.

[foureyes]

Obviously an alternate universe, but very well written. Please write some more!

[ScottG]

Being a bit of a Harry Potter fan myself, I like your story and can't wait to see where you go with it.  Great start.

[Anonymous]

Hmm… to be honest, I do not like HP…
However in this paricular case…
I just can't wait for some more ;D

[ratlaf]

Two days later we went to King’s Cross station and after finding platforms nine and ten we took a quick look around to make sure no one was watching, and stepped hand in hand at the barrier.  We were so dazed when we didn’t hit solid brick that we at first didn’t register the bright red steam locomotive sitting in front of a number of green carriages.  Then the scene that greeted us seeped through our minds and all three of us knew that none of our lives were ever going to be the same.
There were a number of families, all dressed as witches and wizards, saying good bye to their young adult children.  They were all dressed like a Halloween party and all seemed very happy that their children were boarding the train.  We heard the word “Squib” used several time but didn’t know what it meant.
I stowed my luggage in a compartment then came back out to say goodbye to my parents.  When the whistle blew I went back to my compartment where I found a boy and a girl just stowing their luggage next to mine.  The girl was having difficulty so with one hand I took it from her and effortlessly stowed it for her.
“Wow, you must be strong to do that with one hand,” she said.
“Yeah, I’ve been lifting weights for about five years now.”
“Five years, no wonder.  You don’t look like a guy though, you look great is what I mean.”
“Don’t worry, I’m used to people implying that a woman shouldn’t have muscles and I don’t care.  I love the way I look and I love being strong.”
“Will you show us?” the boy asked.  He had a strange expression on his face, as if he couldn’t figure out if he liked it or not.
“Sure,” I said as I flexed my 16” arms.
“Wow, you’re bigger than me!!” he said obviously liking what he saw.
“I know, I was the strongest at my last school, boy or girl!”
“Cool, I’m Bobby, and this is my sister, Jamie.”
“Nice to meet you both.”
So we spent the rest of the journey talking and I kept asking all sorts of questions because they’d grown up in a wizarding family.  They explained about almost being squibs, why I was muggle born and many other things that I’d needed to know about this new world I’d suddenly found myself in.  They especially told me about Voldemort and his recent return and uprising and especially his downfall.  We were going to be taught by several of the witches and wizards responsible for bringing his downfall, including Dumbledore and none other than Harry Potter himself, and they were very excited about that prospect.
“Wow!” was all I could say when the castle came into view.
“Yeah it’s quite the sight.  I’m glad I’m finally able to come here.  When we were growing up all our friends went to Hogwarts when they were 11, so we felt very left out.”
“But now we’re able to study here too.  I wonder how they’ve set everything up what with all the younger students here too.”
“I sure hope we don’t’ have classes with them.  That’ll be awkward.” I said, thinking about the fact that I haven’t done any magic at 17 and most of the rest of the wizarding world starts at age 11.
“We’ll see soon enough.”
When we pulled into the station there was an enormous man there to greet us.  He was easily eight feet tall and nearly as wide.  I wondered how strong he was and if I’d even have a chance against him.
“New students this way please.  Welcome to Granger University, an branch of Hogwarts School of Wizarding and Witchcraft.  I’m Rubeus Hagrid, Care of Magical Creatures Professor and Keeper of the Grounds.  This way please.”  He thundered as he led us to a group of half a dozen horseless carriages.
“Mr. Hagrid, sir, what are these horse-like creatures?” Jamie asked.  Her brother was also looking at them with awe.
“Ye can see them can ye?  Doesn’t surprise me, especially with what we all jus’ went through with You-Know-Who and all.  Well, these’re Thestrals and you’ll learn all about them soon enough.  Just know they’re not dangerous, treat ‘em with respect and they’ll be friendly to ye.”
Once in the carriage I asked them what they’d seen.  They described fleshless black horses with large bat-like wings.  We wondered why I couldn’t see them all the way up to the castle.
Hagrid led us into the Great Hall which clearly would be able to hold the entire school due to it’s size.  For the twenty-five, or so, of us there were only two tables set up, and a table for the teachers at the front of the hall.
“Welcome, welcome,” said the Headmaster.  “Please have a seat and tuck in.”
After we’d all sat down the tables filled with food and we had a spectacular dinner.  I, of course, had my fill of protein and when I looked for a protein shake for dessert one suddenly appeared next to my dish.
“Now that we’re pleasantly fed and watered allow me to explain a few things.” said Dumbledore standing up.  “You are the first class of a highly unusual branch of the Hogwarts School.  Professor Hermione Granger has orchestrated the creation of this University and has established it’s curriculum.  Needless to say the first two years will be used to bring you up to speed with the rest of the magical community so be prepared to work very hard these next years.  Secondly, you will have available to you, tutors from the 6th  and 7th year students in our usual program.  They are students at or near your age and are willing to guide you through your first difficult years.  They have many years of magical experience available for you to use so please do not be intimidated by their advanced state of learning, because you will need their help to be successful in this program.  Welcome once again to Hogwarts!”
With that we were led through the castle to an entire wing all our own.  There were dormitories, a dining hall and classrooms.  At breakfast the next morning we received our class schedules and promptly went to work.
They weren’t kidding when they told us we’d be working hard.  I quickly realized there was much, much more to magic than I’d originally though and quickly realized it really would be years before I’d even be ready to attempt what I’d come here to learn.  I barely had enough time to get my workouts in and when I mentioned to Professor Potter, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, that there didn’t seem to be a fitness center at the school he recommended I walk three time past a portrait on the third floor and I’d find what I needed.  He had a strange smirk on his face as he told me how to find this room.  When I entered the room that had appeared I found the best gym I’d ever been able to imagine and was able to keep working on my already impressive physique.
We were mostly separated from the younger students except at holiday feasts and Quiddich matches when we mixed with the rest of the school.  Also, seeing as we were adults we were allowed full privileges to wander the school, grounds and the nearby village.  Our course load however left very little time for all that.  The teaching assistants were invaluable and more than willing to help us out and within the first year of University we’d somehow crammed two years worth of magical knowledge into our minds.
Most of my efforts were devoted towards Charms, Transfiguration and Potions.  I scraped passing grades in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, Astronomy and History of Magic.  Muggle studies was a joke but very enjoyable to see how inept the wizarding world really was towards the Muggle world.  My wand and my own aptitude was definitely towards Transfiguration and Potions with Charms a close second.  All the professors treated us with respect despite all the horror stories we heard from the younger students.
We also had to take classes over the summer while the rest of the school was on Holiday.  This summer term crammed yet another year’s worth of knowledge into two short months and with only a week of vacation before the start of the next term there was definitely no rest for the wicked.
Another extremely busy and stressful year of classes brought us to our first round of examinations that would determine if we’d advance to the next level of the program.  I’d never worked so hard in my life because I’d already learned several charms, transfigurations and potions that I’d be able to either use, adapt, or combine to achieve my goals. 
As exhausted as I was from school work I’d also been able to keep my muscles growing and was now quite the hulking woman.  Based on images that I remembered from the internet before I started school here at Hogwarts, where the internet was totally unknown, I figured I’d be a top contender for the Mrs. Olympia contest.
Here was finally a bit of rest for us.  After the O.W.L.s we had the normal two month break before term started again.  I took this opportunity to visit my family and arranged for a ride on something called the Knight Bus.  I was definitely not expecting the purple triple-decker that showed up.  The conductor, Stan, gave me an awestruck look when he took my bag from me.  I was holding it effortlessly and when he took from me in a gentlemanly way he promptly dropped it.  He was struggling to lift it into the bus so I took pity on him and helped him, with one arm.  It was his turn to have dinner plate sized arms when he saw my muscles expand and grow as they lifted the heavy bag.
After he got me seated he asked me: “What ‘cho want them big muscles for.  Don’t need ‘em much if ye can do magic, do ye.”
“Well, I think they’re beautiful, and I enjoy being able to take care of myself in case I don’t have my wand nearby.”
“Gorry, ‘ow strong are ye?”
“Come here Stan.”  I said and when he obediently came up to me I lifted him off the ground with one arm, his feet dangling in this air.
“Blimey, you’re strong, and pretty too.  Fancy a date sometime?”
His asking me out startled me and I dropped him.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, it’s just that you just took me by surprise.”
“T’at’s alright, I didna ‘spect ‘cho ter say yes anyway.”
“I’m sorry Stan.”
“Might I enjoy yer strength once more before we drop you off?”
“Sure, what would you like me to do?”
“Same what yer just did.  Gave me a pleasant tingle that did.”
So I lifted him into the air again and after about a minute I began to tire so I shifted him to my other hand.
“Ernie, do you see how strong this lady is?”  he asked the driver who promptly took his eyes off the road, even as a house and about a dozen cars bore right down on us, then jumped out of our way just in the nick of time.  After a quick look he went back to his driving.
At home I gave my parents a big hug and spent the next two months doing a lot of nothing and enjoying every minute of it.  My parents were especially interested in the types of magic I was now able to perform and I showed them what I’d learned so far.  My mother quickly picked up exactly how complicated all this was and asked me if I’d made any progress on my true desires. 
“Not quite yet, although I think I’ve learned the basics.”  I said as I performed an Engorgement charm on our cat which promptly grew to the size of a tiger.  “Besides, there’s a spectacular gym at the school and I’ve increased my strength dramatically.”  I showed them my now 19.5” arms with a body to match.  At my 5’6” I weighed 221 pounds which put me in the same category as the most muscular of women in the field of bodybuilding.
During this summer holiday I went to a Bodybuilding expo that preceded a contest and boy did I turn heads.  I was dressed to show off my muscles to the maximum and combined with my beautiful young face, pert and quite large breasts that defied gravity because of my pectorals, and my long raven black hair I had countless people asking me who I was because nobody had ever seen or heard of me before.  I had countless pictures taken of me.  I was even asked to pose with Cornelia, Marja, Collette and many others who been building for years and even they were impressed with my physique because I was easily rivaling them with my bulk.
I even heard several people comparing me to Tina, which put a smile on my face because that was exactly what I was hoping to accomplish.  I was also laying down the ground work for what I’d vaguely begun to plan for in the future.  Of course the next time anyone in this world would see me I’d be quite a bit taller and exceptionally more muscular than I am now.  I couldn’t wait to surprise them.

Upon our return to the Hogwarts castle the first thing we were asked to do was prepare a thesis statement that would outline the rest of our two years in the program.  Basically we were to detail what we wanted to accomplish and how we were going to contribute to and advance our chosen field of Magic.
I, of course, detailed my desire to advance the field of human transfiguration, specifically the transformation of inhumanly muscular women.  I would be the first test case and while there may not be much need or demand for this in the magical world, although I knew there’d be a bit, I detailed how I would apply this in the Muggle world without breaching the Decree of Secrecy.  I had to do quite a bit of research just to make sure I’d be able to legally do this, and if my thesis work was a success I’d already have the groundwork done to apply my work to the real world.
My thesis work proved to be the most difficult part of all this because no one had even dabbled in this branch of transformations.  I worked with the Potions teacher, Professor Slughorn, and worked very closely with Professor Granger who, while being dubious about the popularity of my work was thrilled that someone was undertaking the development of an entirely new branch of Magic.
“This is exactly why I wanted to start this school with this curriculum.” she told me one day.  “This gives my adult students a chance to further Magical learning in revolutionary ways.  I still don’t think either the magical world, or the muggle world are ready for your work but I’m sure you’ll find enough supporters to keep you living comfortably the rest of your life.  I’m very proud of you Julie!”
“Thank you Professor!”
I focused on developing a Charm, a Transfiguration and a Potion in the next two years.  Professor Granger recommended I limit my work to just these three items as they would be plenty of work for me to develop.  After just two days at attempting to create a new Charm I understood why she limited me.  I named the charm “Amazonas”  it would increase the height, physical fitness, and reflexes of the woman it was applied to depending on the strength it was applied at.  The transfiguration was to be “Musculos Maxima” which would obviously cause the muscles to grow and expand to the desired strength and size.  The potion was to be my biggest achievement.  It would make the effects of these two spells permanent.  It was a potion that had many further applications but would be essential if I wanted to retain the height gained from Amazonas, and the musculature from Musculos Maxima.  I couldn’t wait to begin my work!
I started with the Charm.  Creating a new charm was no small feat as there was always a strong bit of magic, hidden within the witch or wizard that the wand then channeled and amplified.  On top of this extra thesis work we were all still taking a full course load, side by side with the rest of the school’s 6th year students, which made it even more challenging.  I knew this magic was within me but to find it and focus it was much more difficult.  I had mastered transfigurations on mammals but all my attempts to use the spells on mice and even small monkeys produced no results, only a fine lilac colored mist.
One day Professor Granger came to observe my progress and after allaying my frustrations, she attempted the spell herself.  While nothing happened to the spell subject the same thin lilac colored vapor emitted itself from her wand.
“That’s a good sign Julie!  The magic is there and it’s working, it just needs to be used on a more appropriate test subject.  I believe it’s a matter of motivation.  The mice don’t have any personal desire to grow taller or stronger.  But you do.  May I attempt it on you?
“M…me Professor?” I asked with a quiver of anticipation in my voice.  Would I finally receive what I’d wanted all my life?  “Sure.”
“Then you may practice it on me as well so that you will understand the spells’ mechanics yourself.”
“Th…thank you.”  I said as I waited in anticipation of what was to come.  I called forth an image of myself as a gigantic, extremely muscular woman.  Professor Granger pointed her wand at me an said “Amazonas.”  That same lilac mist emanated from her wand and this time it completely enveloped me.  It filled every cell of my body completely and then it began to reform itself into an eight foot tall woman with the same proportional size muscles that I currently posses.  The mist solidified and when it was solid I had become a part of my wildest fantasies.  I looked down at my Professor with an expression of the utmost happiness and she smiled back at me and offered her congratulations.
“A new spell is a very worthy accomplishment Julie and quite an impressive and powerful one at that.  Now it’s your turn.  I’ll do my best to imagine myself an Amazon, although I doubt I’ll become as fantastically tall or strong as yourself.”
I focused all my concentration on the spell and spoke the incantation.  That same lilac mist enveloped the professor and when it had solidified she was a six foot, nine inch tall, very fit and athletic woman.
“Well done Julie.  You see, this particular spell requires both parties to be effective.  Your subject must also want the spell to work which means it’ll only work on women who are in like mind with yourself.”  She waved her wand and returned herself to her usual size.  “I’ll check in on you again while you’re working on your Transfiguration.”
With a smile she left me to explore my new Amazonic body and I decided that I’d pay Hagrid a visit to test my new body to its limits.  With a grin on my face I headed out of the castle towards his hut.
I was continually amazed at how small everything suddenly felt.  I didn’t have to duck under any of the castle doors but the hallways definitely felt narrower and the ceiling much closer.  The few students I did see in the corridors seemed like ants to me now.  I was very much enjoying this.
When I knocked on the door to Hagrids cabin, I nearly broke it off it’s hinges because I hadn’t adjusted for my new strength.
“Who’s tryin’ to knock down me door.  Oh it’s you Julie.  Oh blimey, you’re… well, you’re… you’ve changed you have.  Aren’t you usually a bit shorter than me?
“Yes Hagrid, usually I’m usually quite a bit shorter than you, but this is what I’ve been working on for my thesis.  After three months I’ve finally made some progress and I wanted to test my results.”
“Whatd’ya need me for then, although I must say you’re quite the woman at this size.” He said looking slightly up at me, his face turning red.
“Do you like it?”
“’Course I do.  Fella like me don’t run into many women his own size.  Things ‘tween Olympe and me didn’a work out too well, and while I’m glad she’s happy and all, that still leaves me all alone.”
“Well you’re not quite my type Hagrid but with the magic I’m developing you’ll be able to transform your woman to match your own stature.  Maybe she’ll even be able to overpower you.”
“Me!?  I’ve giant’s blood in me.  She’d have to be mighty strong to do that.”
“That’s why I’m here.  Remember in my first year when I asked you to arm-wrestle me because I needed a reference point for my work?”
“Yeah, ‘course I do, ye didn’a stand a chance did ya?  Even with them mighty large muscles you’ve got.  Fer a girl that is.”
“Well I’d like to try again tonight with these new muscles.”  I said as I flexed my eight foot tall muscle body.  I was proportionally as muscular as at my normal height which meant my 19” arms became 26” around which easily made me the strongest woman on the planet.  I knew though, that a man at my height would still be much more muscular than me.  Hagrid also had his giant’s blood to help him out so while I still expected to loose, I also expected to give him a run for his money.
“Ready when ye are…” he said.
So I began to pour on the muscle and as my arm, shoulder and chest pumped up, adding at least another two inches to their girth, Hagrids eyes began to get wider and wider and he actually had to begin to work to resist my new strength.  Finally when I began to move his arm towards his side of the table did he use all of his strength.  I resisted to the end, and while I was able to slow his progress dramatically he still won in the end.
“Gorry, yer a lot stronger at this size than when you’re yer usual self.  This what yer bin working on.  I assume there’s more to come too?”
“You’ll see.  I’ll be back to test my strength again later.  If that’s alright with you sir?”
“Course it is.  Even Olympe wasn’t this strong and if ye’d be able to make out how to keep a lady this size, well, there’s this new barmaid at the Three Broomsticks been flirting with me quite a lot.  Haven’t brought up the courage to ask ‘er out yet but I think I just might with what you’ve shown me tonight.
“That’s great Hagrid!”
“Do yer think you might try yer Magic on her, that is if she’s willin to give it a go?”
“Sure, actually it only works if she wants it to so we might have to demonstrate how it works on me first.  Can you try the incantation right now?”
“Why not?  If anyone asks we’ll just say it was you showin’ me how it works.”
“It’s ‘Amazonas’ and you have to bring an image of your subject up in your head and make her very tall and athletic and muscular.”
“Alright.  ‘Amazonas’” he said pointing his umbrella at me and a lilac colored mist enveloped me again.  The world disappeared in lilac mist and every cell of my body felt very warm, safe and comforted.  When the mist dissipated I was looking down at Hagrid who had an expression of astonishment on his face.  I was looking way down at him.  I had to be over ten feet tall seeing as he only came up to my breasts, which as this size were about the size of Hagrids head, each.
I reached out with one hand and lifted him off the ground while my arm expanded to well over 36”.  “What do you think, will this convince her?”
“I sure hope so.  At least I hope she’ll be agreeable to bein’ my giantess.”
With a huge smile I set him down and after removing his charm, but keeping Professor Grangers’ I said: “I’m glad to be of help Hagrid.  I’ve a free class at the end of the day tomorrow.  Shall we have dinner in the Broomsticks and meet this lady of yours?”
“That sounds good.  Meet you at the gates?”
“I’ll be there.” I said as I left his cabin and bounded up to the castle again, thoroughly enjoying my eight foot tall, muscular body knowing the charm would wear off by the morning.  Hence my desire to create a potion that would make spells permanent.
Instead of going to sleep I went to my gym which had strangely moved itself up to the seventh floor.  I passed several younger students in the corridors who gaped up at me.  I heard them whispering and wondering if I was Hagrids’ daughter, or cousin, or something.  They hadn’t put it together yet that I was one of the University students.
When I started working out with this new Amazonian body of mine I quickly realized I was easily four, almost five times stronger than normal.  Before I was able to curl a 140 pound barbell, now I’m able to curl almost 700 pounds.  I watched myself in the mirror and watching my muscles work and swell and bulge started to turn me on.  An image of totally overpowering my friend from the train, Bobby almost sent me over the edge, but also gave me a wonderful idea.
I knew he’d still be up studying so I wrote a quick note to him on a piece of parchment.  I bewitched it into a flying paper airplane and sent it to find him.  While I waited I decided to try bench press and after some quick math I realized that the current bar wouldn’t be able to hold the 2000 pounds I wanted to attempt.  With a flick of my wand I’d thickened the bar to the point where it wouldn’t break, and at the same time conjured up a number of 500 pound weights.
I went the their storage rack and added them to the bar.  Why use magic when I have these wondrous muscles…?  Each plate was a bit of weight for me to handle but after having just curled 700 pounds I had no trouble.  I slid under the bar and with considerable effort raised it off the rack.  I was able to pump out eight hard reps but on the third rep I heard a very loud gasp and then sensed him walk up to the bench where I was benching the equivalent of a small car.
“Bloody … hell … !!!”
With my most radiant smile I looked at him while cranking out the last few reps and racking the bar.  “Did you like that?”
“How …  much weight … was that.  2000 pounds!! That’s like a car or something!!”
“Yep, and that’s not all.”  I said as I sat up and then very slowly stood up and up and up.  I loved this feeling as much as I could see he did.  I was gigantic, it seemed that I kept standing up and up, getting taller and taller as Bobby got shorter and shorter.  I was getting seriously turned on again and I could tell that he was too.
When I was finally at my full height his eyes were level with my rock hard, cobblestone shaped abs.  He was only as tall as the bottom of my breasts.  He’d have to stand on his tip toes just to reach my nipples.  This though made them stand on end and when he saw this he turned as red as that 7th year T.A.’s hair, Sarah Weasely.  I stepped to him the moment he stepped to me, drawn together by this mutual attraction and the next thing we knew I’d picked him up off the ground with one arm and we were furiously kissing and exploring each other’s bodies.  I used my free hand to roam all over his tiny body while he wasn’t able to get enough of my magnificent musculature.
When we came up for air, staring lustfully into each other’s eyes we both noticed that there was a gigantic bed in the room where the gym equipment used to be.  He looked pleadingly into my eyes and said: “Take me, my Amazon!”
I melted and spent to rest of that night totally overpowering my little man, and he enjoyed every minute of it.  Every time I demonstrated my immense strength a whimper of complete and total pleasure would escape from him.  When I ripped his clothes off, freeing his hard on.  When I tossed him onto the bed from twenty feet away; the bed obligingly moved to catch him because I’d inadvertently thrown him too far.  When I lifted him over my head with one arm to give him a blow job.  Finally when the distance between us became a negative distance, his energy matched my strength and when he wanted me to be on top of him I obliged, and rode him to the best orgasms either of us had ever had.
In the afterglow, as I held him he told me that was the best experience of his entire life.  He even wanted to hold me a bit and while his arms were barely able to wrap around my waist it felt good to be held as a woman, by my little man.
That was how we woke up, with him holding me, but now I was back to my normal self and he was about 6 inches taller than me, even though I was pretty sure I was still quite a bit stronger than him.  I tested this by rolling him over and holding him.  This woke him up and finding himself restrained, he tried to escape.  His attempts were still futile, I was definitely still stronger than him.
“You can’t get away that easily lover boy.” I crooned in his ear.  “Even at my normal size I’m still stronger than you.”
“…and I wouldn’t have it any other way my Amazon.  You know, I’ve been hoping for this since that day we met on the train.  I just didn’t realize you wanted me too.”
“Well, we’ve all been way too busy these past two years.  Personally I don’t know how we all survived with our sanity intact.  I think it was actually me making progress on my magical research that did it.  As I was testing my new body last night, I remembered how you looked at me that day on the train, and how you couldn’t keep your eyes off my arms, my shoulders, my neck, my back, my legs, you were quite the voyeur when you thought I wasn’t looking.”
“How is it you women always know?”
“It’s one of our many gifts.  Apparently so is that.”  I said as I saw his hard-on growing again.  “Do you want your little Amazon to overpower you again?”
“Only if you can, except at this size I don’t think you’ve got a chance.”
“Oh I don’t, do I?”  I asked as I flipped him over onto his back, climbed on top of him and with one hand pinned both of his wrists to the bed.  He was able to struggle a little but I was clearly still much stronger than him.
“What do you think now?”
“I think that all I have to do is this and you’re putty in my hands.”  he said as his engorged penis suddenly slipped into me catching me totally off guard with the instant waves of pleasure he’d sent through my whole body.  My gasp of pleasure told him everything he needed to know and with a smile he gave it to me as hard as he did last night.  This time however, as I rode him, he sat up and with me in his lap we were able to kiss while we enjoyed yet another round of incredible orgasms. All of my muscles flexed at the same time, pumping them up to the point where his eyes were roaming greedily over my body, while his hands explored my physique as it exploded from pleasure and happiness.
By the time our energies were spent we’d missed morning classes, and most of the afternoon classes too, but today neither of us cared.  We’d found comfort and happiness in each other.  Granted it was highly irregular and definitely not normal, but what Witch or Wizard is normal? 
Really?

[foureyes]

Another wonderfull chapter. Keep up the good work!

[ScottG]

Agreed.  I'm not a writer myself, but this is something I've wanted to see ever since I saw a picture of Hermione doing the engorgio charm on herself.  I think it was on Deviant Art but I can't remember.  Great job.  Keep it up.

[Matthew Lim]

Agreed.  I'm not a writer myself, but this is something I've wanted to see ever since I saw a picture of Hermione doing the engorgio charm on herself.  I think it was on Deviant Art but I can't remember.  Great job.  Keep it up.

Hmph… goes to show how memorable my work is around this place.  >:(

[ScottG]

My sincerest apologies Maniac, I'm not always good with names (especially before I became a contributing member of Amaz0ns) but I always remember the best pics!

[ratlaf]

        Now that I’d succeeded in creating the Charm portion of my thesis I began to work on the Transfiguration which would be much more complicated. 
My charm had also spread to the rest of the school and it was not unusual to see girls apply the charm to themselves when their boyfriends were treating them badly.  They’d grow to an intimidating height and after they got what they wanted from their boyfriends, they’d shrink themselves back to normal.  As part of the magic their clothes adapted to their new height, which was fortunate.  Some girls would even keep the charm on all day, enjoying the feeling of towering over the rest of their classmates and teachers, but the charm was quickly banned from Quiddich games and any other sporting events and from classrooms as well.
Whenever I saw a towering Amazonas charm I smiled because I knew that I’d already begun to change the wizarding world with my magical contribution.  Granted very few of the girls wanted to stay gigantic, but it did begin to make the boys treat the girls with quite a bit more respect.  Especially when they knew their girlfriends were able to hoist them off the ground when they’d applied the charm to themselves.
Some of the boys tried to adapt it to affect them but for some reason the “Herculus” charm didn’t work, or none of them were able to successfully cast it.  That made me even more proud because part of my goals were to empower women, to share this feeling of power that I enjoyed with my now 225 pound muscular body.
Speaking of power, the transfiguration was being stubbornly difficult to refine.  I combined an adapted engorgement charm with a human transfiguration spell but for some reason was never able to get it to focus on just the skeletal muscles of my test subjects.  Mostly that meant me, but also several classmate volunteers and a number of monkeys that I conjured up for these tests.  The spell would always backfire causing either the entire person to grow uncontrollably, which had to be reversed quickly, or only one muscle would grow.  It was rather unusual to see half of my biceps grow to an alarming size while the other half of the bicep, and all the rest of me, remained the same size.  This also had to be reversed quickly.  In theory I could apply the charm individually to every skeletal muscle but with over 150 muscles in the body that was quite tedious and impractical.
It was taking easily twice as long to refine this spell as it took to develop the charm and with summer fast approaching I asked if the school would be open for us to work during the holiday.
“Naturally the castle will be open.  Especially to my adult students.” replied Professor Granger.  There’s no guarantee that all the faculty will be here as we take our own holidays too, but Mr. Filch will be about in case you need anything, oh and I believe Hagrid stays here too.”
Her mention of Hagrid reminded me that I’d totally forgotten to join him for dinner to meet his barmaid.  This was weeks ago now.  I went to see him that evening and found him humming happily to himself as he weeded his garden with the hippogriff Witherwings keeping an eagle eye out for any garden gnomes that might pop up out of the ground.
“Evening Hagrid,” I said.
“Oh, ‘lo Julie.  Come to test yer strength again ‘ave you?”
“No, actually I wanted to apologize for not joining you for dinner when I said I would.”
“Oh, that’s alright, I know you University students are right busy, so I went to the pub meself.  I even asked Rebecca out and everything.  She’s quite the lady.  She’s Rosmerta’s cousin, she is, and got two kids of her own.  Both squibs it seems but they’re not of University age yet so she’s raising them in the wizard world even though it’s hard on them and they’re goin’ to normal kids schools.  Hopin’ they’ll be invited to Hermione’s University she is.
“That’s great Hagrid.  What about my charm?  Did you mention that to her?”
“Matter of fact I did an’ she was a bit skeptical at first, but then I explained to her she’d be as tall as me, or taller even and we’d be able ter… well, you know,” he finished turning red in the face.  “Anyway, we tried it the other day and blimey if she didn’t like it more than anything else.  She was just a bit taller than meself but I was still quite a bit stronger than her.  She’s got just normal size muscle fer a girl.  Not like your larger than ever muscles.  Blimey you’re the most muscular girl I ever seen, and ye just keep growing bigger and bigger.  You must have a natural talent for building muscles.”
“Yeah, ever since I can remember I’ve wanted to be huge and muscular and I’m well on the way.”
“Well, when you get your other bit of magic completed well, we’d sure like ter try that as well.”
“Sure thing.  I’m having a bit of trouble with this one though.  I think I’ll ask Professor Granger to help me out.”
“Heh, ‘Professor Granger.’ Still sounds weird to hear people call her that.  I’ve known her since she was 11 and often still think of her as the smart little girl she was when she first came here.  But that was a long time ago, and before all them dark times happened.”
Not sure what to say about this memory, I wished him a good night and the next morning went to ask Professor Granger for her help again.
“Curious, very curious,” she said as she quickly stopped my uncontrolled engorgement.  My head, left arm and foot had been about ten times normal size while the rest of me didn’t change at all.  It was also my entire body engorging and not just the muscles.
“What if I try this?” the Professor had switched the wording of the incantation and this time only one of my abdominal muscles began to swell like a tumor.  It had grown to the size of a cantaloupe before she was able to reverse the spell.
“Most curious.  Julie, I think this is going to be a much more complex spell than we first anticipated.  Are you competent with your non-verbal spells?”
“Of course.”
“Well, I believe that this transfiguration will need a verbal, non-verbal and a sustaining portion to make it work.  It’s a far too specific transformation for just one incantation.  This will be a mighty achievement for you because there are only a handful of Trillium spells in the world.  Yes they’re named after the flower, don’t ask me why, no one seems to remember and no one ever wrote down why they have that name.  Believe me I’ve looked.  Anyway, you’ll have to work out the verbal wording while at the same time casting a different non-verbal incantation, but the final trick, I think, will be the need to sustain both incantations for a prolonged period of time until the desired effect is achieved.
“Oh… alright then,” I said, obviously intimidated by the description of the complexity of my spell.
“Don’t worry, you’re a strong enough witch to pull this off, and if I may say so that wand of yours posses the strength to channel a spell of this complexity and power.  Ollivander always matches the wand to the witch with perfect accuracy.  Well, now that you know what you need to do I’ll let you get back to work.”
“Thanks professor,” I said rather glumly because of the immense amount of additional work I’d just given myself.  First I had to practice casting two spells at once, a verbal and non-verbal at the same time.  After asking around I discovered that Trina was also working on a Trillium spell and we decided to go to my multi purpose room, now on the ninth floor, to practice.  We’d both been struggling with our Defense class and decided to practice a number of jinxes and hexes while trying to cast two defensive spells to counter the two offensive spells.
It was, in a word, excruciating.  We couldn’t manage both at the same time.  Either one or the other would cast but not both.  One day, at the beginning of the fall term, Professor Granger and Professor Potter joined us and neither of them were able to do it on their first tries either.  Professor Granger managed it on her second try and Professor Potter on his third.  They told us it was a matter of splitting your concentration, of multi-tasking, and summoning up twice the usual amount of power behind your spells. 
“We haven’t needed to use this technique since… well, in a long time,” Professor Potter told us.  “We’re a bit out of practice, that’s why we decided to join your study session.”
We tried again and when I tried to block Trina’s one jinx that came my way I saw a very faint Shield charm through my much stronger counter-jinx.
“There it is Julie.  You’ve got the basics, now double the amount of power you’re putting behind the two spells and you’ll have it.  Now try again.”
This time both of my defensive spells were at full power and they repelled Trina’s full powered jinx, and even her half formed hex as well.  Trina had double cast spells as well!
“That’s wonderful you two!  You’re doing so well and will go far in the magical world.  If only more of us had known this technique when we were… well earlier, it might’ve made quite a difference.”  Professor Granger told her colleague.
“Well, we still managed it though, didn’t we?” he said.
“Yeah…  Barely…” she said with a glum expression.  “Anyway, keep up the good work you two and we’ll check in on you again soon.”
The two instructors left us to practice with renewed hope.  We were both one step closer to our goals.  In fact I was so excited by these new possibilities that I tried my transfiguration on Trina without warning her.  The new spell caught her off guard and her two shields were a split second too slow.  My spells hit her arm and her arm promptly inflated with muscle.  Not very much muscle, she looked like a fitness competitor, but it was quite a bit more than she normally possessed.
My shocked expression rivaled her’s as we both stared at her arm.  I was stunned that my magic worked, and especially how potent it was with just such a short exposure, and she was shocked by what I’d done to her.
With a slightly desperate shriek she removed the spell and asked me what that was.
“It’s for my thesis work.  I’m sorry I sprung that on you but I couldn’t resist.”
“Well, warn me next time so I don’t freak out.  Personally I don’t want to look like you, I like being a normal woman, besides I can do magic, I don’t need muscles.”
“I know, I know. It’s just that-“
“Look I know you love it and it’s what you’ve always wanted, and even though I don’t understand it, I know it’s not what I want. OK?”
“Yes OK.  I won’t do that again.  See you in class?”
“Yeah sure.”
Somewhat down after that I wandered back to our wing of the castle.  On the way I literally ran into Bobby who was coming back from the Library.  Books and parchment went flying everywhere and of course just a few seconds later Filch walked around the corner as well.
“What do you think you’re doing making a mess in my corridors.  It’ll be the thumb screws for you if you don’t-“ he cut off as he’d just noticed we weren’t part of the younger group of students.  “Oh, didn’t see yer two through all this mess.  Thought you were one of the younger troublemakers and all that.  Mind you clean up completely after yourselves,” he grumbled already halfway down the hallway looking for some students he had authority over.
With a smile on both of our faces we picked up his load.  He had no less than eleven books, all of them big thick tomes that looked older than the castle.  He tried to lift them all at the same time and finally with a great heave he had them off the ground, at which point I took the whole stack from him with one hand under the bottom book and lifted them over my head.
“Why would you want to carry all these big heavy books with those itty bitty muscles of yours.  Don’t you remember, you’re a wizard, you could just as easily have summoned me to your side to carry them for you.” I said with a flirtatious smile that told him exactly what I wanted.
His smile was radiant as he leaned in to kiss me.  “You know, I still forget that I really can do magic.  All those years convinced I was a Squib are hard to let go of.  I’ll remember in the future.  Who needs the Locomotor charm when I have you my ‘Amazonas’” he’d drawn his wand and cast my own charm on me before I could react. 
Not that I would, especially since his idea of me as an Amazon, combined with my own mental image, put me at twelve and a half feet tall.  A height at which he was able to give me oral pleasure without having to stoop down to reach me.  He actually had to reach up just a bit because my legs are so long.  This put him at just the right angle for the way I’m built inside, creating the maximum amount of pleasure.
This time we didn’t bother with the room of all purposes but ducked behind a tapestry that concealed one of the many secret passages within the castle. 
Afterwards, as I held him to my massive chest, he said: “You know, Julie, we haven’t done it in Dumbledore’s office yet, and we’ve done it in most all of the rest of the castle.”
Thinking back to all the wondrous time we’ve been together I realized he was right.  “That’ll be tricky, and he’d know right away anyway, the old headmasters’d tell him.  And there’s Fawkes too.”
“Yeah, it was just a thought. … You’re kinda quiet?”
“Yeah, I’m just thinking.  It’s late, we should finish our studying, but I may have something to show you in the next few days.”  We were walking back to our wing of the castle, my hand on his shoulders which were at the height of my sexy round ass.
“Yeah?  Better than what you’ve shown me with Amazonas?”
“Definitely my little lover boy,” I said as I picked him up with two fingers, brought him up to my twelve and a half foot height and thoroughly kissed him good night.  He dazedly walked to his dorm to study and I shrunk myself back to normal so I’d fit into my bed.

In the morning I went to the ninth floor to my gym and began refining my transfiguration.  My unexpected success last night with Trina showed me that it definitely worked.  Now I just needed to figure out the details.  I cast it several times on one of the monkeys I’d conjured up and noticed that when the two spells mixed as I cast them, they emanated from my wand in a very tight blue cone.  I had to stand about five feet back from the two foot tall monkey in order for the spells to completely envelop it’s whole body.  When I figured that out, however, a quick burst of about ten seconds, the longest I was able to sustain the spells at first, easily doubled the size of the monkeys’ muscles.
Ten seconds.  I flexed my own arm, marveling at how easy it was for me to build muscle on top of muscle.  I must have been born with more than just the mental drive to be muscular, my body must’ve also been gifted with this super-duper-hypertrophism.  My arm was now over 20 inches in diameter, and I marveled that ten seconds later I’d be twice as strong as I am now.  With a 90 pound dumbbell curl I’d be able to curl Bobby’s body weight with just one of my biceps.  A shuddiver (shudder/shiver) of anticipation at the possibilities this presented shook my entire body so hard that I nearly dropped my wand.
The next thing I knew I’d attempted to transfigure myself and while the spell worked, the beam was so narrow that it only covered my right arm and shoulder.  The end result was spectacular.  Before my eyes my muscles grew bigger, more defined, and turned rock solid.  My biceps were now the size of a cantaloupe with a soccer ball sized deltoid and forearms the size of a young tree trunk.  It was magnificent!  I measured my arm to be nearly 36 inches in girth and when I turned around there was a 200 pound dumbbell on the newly materialized weight rack.  I love this room. 
I picked it up off the rack and with an effort that caused my arm to balloon to unreal proportions.  I curled the weight five times.  My arm had pumped up almost four additional inches and looked monstrous.  Then I caught sight of the rest of my body with this humongously gigantic arm.  It look rather comic, sort of like that crab with one giant claw and a much smaller body.  The rest of my body look puny by comparison.  Even though I was easily one of the most muscular women in the muggle world, and at 21 years old that’s quite the feat, my magically enhanced arm was what I really wanted.  I wanted to be so monstrously muscular that I’d be able to lift impossible objects over my head with one hand.  I didn’t want to loose my sexiness but to my mind muscles and sexiness were one and the same.
I only had to work out how to apply the spells to my entire body but that presented it’s own problems.  I’d either need someone who was capable of double-casting to cast them on me, but then I wouldn’t have control over how much stronger and more muscular I’d become.  Or I needed to figure out how to reflect my own spells back at me.  Everything I knew about reflecting spells meant that the reflection would be not only weaker but probably altered in some way that would make the spell highly unstable.
Or.
The vanishing cabinets that were used to infiltrate the school when the war finally broke out into the open!  From what little I knew of the pair, I’d, in theory, be able to put my wand hand through one cabinet, have it appear out of the other one and then possibly be able to cast my spells.  It was worth a try.
I raced down to the seventh floor where I’d heard that there was a room where people who needed to hide things were able to.  I searched most of the morning but found nothing.  Somewhat baffled I went back up to the ninth floor to my all purpose room and walked face first into one of the cabinets.
Of course!  The room of all purposes was the same one where people hid their contraband.  Why didn’t I realize that right away.  Maybe because the room used to be on the seventh floor, then the third, and now the ninth.  Who knows what floor I’ll step out onto when I leave the room today?
The cabinets were huge but I was now a 5’6” tall 245 pound muscle woman and was able to lift each one off the ground and even do a couple sets of overhead presses with them.  I positioned them so that their doors were facing each other, one about 20 feet away from the other.  I didn’t even need to use my Amazonas charm which made me smile.  I love being a big, strong and muscular woman!
The moment of truth.  I stuck my wand had through the cabinet I was standing in front of.  It felt a bit like putting your hand through a sheet of water.  I looked over my shoulder and there, 20 feet away from me was my hand pointing my wand directly at me.  I focused all my magical energies and cast the spells. 
I was instantly and completely enveloped in the bright blue cone of my magic.  I could feel my muscles growing bigger and stronger.  I held on for as long as I could, 10 seconds passed, 20, then finally at 35 seconds by the swim clock that had appeared thanks to the room.  My wand was vibrating so violently that I could no longer hold on and had to drop the spells.
Panting a bit from the exertion I watched my hand come out of the vanishing cabinet.  My hand, holding my wand was attached to a forearm that had previously only existed in a world beyond my wildest fantasies.
I was gigantic!  My muscles were bigger and more defined than even my own wildest fantasies could conjure up.  I made the computer morphs I’d made, when I was younger, look puny by comparison.  My forearms had to be at least twenty inches in diameter.  They led up to arms of monumental proportions.  I guessed that my arms were about 50 inches around and I wasn’t even flexing them.  They were resting on my aircraft carrier size lats, which pushed my arms out at about a 45 degree angle.  My shoulders were so huge that it looked like someone had shoved watermelons under my skin, and my neck looked to be the thickness of a telephone pole with traps that went up to my ears.  I had so much cleavage it looked like the Grand Canyon, both muscle cleavage and my well endowed breasts combining forces.  My abs were so rounded that it looked like a set of pool balls jostling for position under my skin.
My legs.  What to compare them to.  Each quad looked to be about the size of a Mini car.  Especially when compared to my slim waist and perfectly shaped pair of bowling ball sized ass cheeks.  Under my knees it looked like I was carrying around a pair of pumpkins for calves.
I couldn’t take my eyes off myself.  I’d just keep on looking and be totally mesmerized with my reflection, forgetting to eat, sleep or work, because I had finally achieved feminine perfection.  Somehow, through my daze I forced myself to apply my Amazonas charm on myself which made me eight and a half feet tall with the same proportional muscles.
Now, as I began flexing my arm, 50 inches was a mere memory, I passed 60 inches and the measuring tape I’d bewitched to take my measurements leveled off at 71 inches of titanic, rock hard, feminine, sexy muscle on just my arm.  I nearly passed out.  This was so much better than I’d ever dreamt it could be that it nearly overwhelmed me.  I was now, undoubtedly, the largest, strongest and most muscular human in the world all thanks to the magic I’d learned, and it was almost more than I could handle.
Then I thought of the expression on my little Bobbys’ face when he sees me like this with an arm bigger than his entire body.  Or Hagrids’ expression when I overpower him as easily as if he were a 90 pound weakling even with his giants’ blood.  Or everyone on the street as they stare, dumbfounded at the eight and a half foot tall, inhumanly muscular woman who can lift double-decker busses with one hand and throw them into the river a mile and a half away, yet still exuding an irresistable femininity and sexiness that causes men to drool and get hard, while women stare blankly and begin touching themselves.  or even the thought of all the women who will want to be a bit like me, who will then come to me to be transformed into the perfection denied to women since men began their tyrannical, sexist domination.  Well, now times were going to change and any woman who wanted a taste of what I now possessed would only need ask and I’d provide. 
The amount of power I now had at my fingertips, physically, magically and socially, was starting to turn me on, and when I felt something warm in my hands I looked down and realized that I’d just compressed the reinforced barbell to about half it’s usual thickness using just my hands.  Without a second though I twisted the bar into a pretzel not realizing that I’d left the 2000 pounds from the last time still on the ends.  The whole thing felt almost weightless as I held it in one hand, my arms pumping slightly and adding almost another six inches of girth to them.
With a huge smile on my face I walked trhough the stone wall, which promtly repaired itself, to first find Hagrid, then my little man, my thunderous footsteps sending tremors throughout the entire castle as if a prehistoric monster had been set loose…
This was going to be fun!

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