Even Wizarding Heroes Need A Break

This was a request by Watt Tier patron Joseph, who wanted a Harry Potter transformation. The characters featured here are all above the age of eighteen.

Harry Potter thought he knew fame even before the Battle of Hogwarts, but he had been catapulted into a whole new stratosphere after the defeat of Lord Voldemort. Now he could barely go anywhere without being recognised and stopped by families of witches and wizards who wanted to thank him. It was even beginning to happen in Muggle-dominated areas, putting the secrecy of the Wizarding World at risk. It had been a year since that fateful battle and Harry had hoped that the public attention would have died down by that point, but his wish hadn’t been granted. He couldn’t even go into Diagon Alley without getting mobbed!

While he didn’t like to complain about such a privileged situation, Harry still found himself confessing his frustrations to some of his closest friends over a drink of firewhiskey one night. He had rented out a private room in the Leaky Cauldron and invited the other Gryffindor boys from his school days out for a drink. Neville had been the first there, Seamus and Dean arrived together shortly after and Ron had finally made it almost an hour after the scheduled time, which was hardly surprising given everything Harry’s friendship with the other had taught him about Ron and his inability to be punctual. Nevertheless, it was the first time the five of them had been alone in a room together since the end of their sixth year at Hogwart and they all appreciated getting the chance to kick back, relax and catch up on what they had each been doing for the previous year.

Harry presumed that his lamenting of celebrity life was forgotten as soon as the five friends transitioned the conversation towards more positive topics, but a few days later he discovered that his presumption was wrong. An owl arrived at the window of the flat he was renting in a small wizarding district in outer London and in its beak it held a letter that Harry quickly recognised as featuring the handwriting of one Dean Thomas. While the two had never been close friends to the same degree that Harry was with Ron and Hermione, he had sat next to Dean in various classes throughout his Hogwarts career and as such had become familiar with the neat script that now adorned the front of the envelope.

Within the envelope was a short letter and a potion vial that only contained a few strands of hair. Why would he send me this? Harry asked himself, placing the glass vial on his desk and seeking for answers in the letter. The mystery was quickly cleared up, as Dean explained that he hadn’t forgotten about Harry’s plight with going into public and wanted to help. He had enclosed the hairs so that Harry might be able to brew a batch of polyjuice potion and transform into him for a short while. The letter mentioned that Ron had let slip about their polyjuice adventure in the second year of school (bloody typical, Ron!) and that was what had given Dean the idea. He was even heading over to America on a work trip for a few weeks, so there was no risk of two Dean Thomas’ being seen in public at once!

Crafting the polyjuice potion all these years later and without the help of Hermione was something of a challenge but Harry knew that it was best to keep his plans to himself. As much as he loved her as a friend, he knew that Hermione wouldn’t understand and would try to talk him out of what she would deem to be “reckless behaviour”. As if this is anywhere near the most reckless thing I’ve ever done! Getting ahold of all the necessary ingredients was the toughest part but within a few days Harry had managed to get everything needed and set about brewing the potion in the small cauldron he still owned from his school days. He had never exactly been the best at crafting potions but he persevered and after a while he finally had the concoction looking the right colour and constituency. At this point the Boy Who Lived took a beaker full of the potion, dropped one of the hairs from the vial into it and braced himself.

A musky smell reached Harry’s noise moments before the beaker touched his lips and the young man was actually surprised to discover that it wasn’t even that unpleasant. When he’d used the polyjuice potion to transform into Goyle back in his second year, it had absolutely stunk of rancid eggs, but this aroma was far less offensive. The taste was better too, reminding Harry of blueberries and liquorice, although the thick constituency of the potion made it something of a task to swallow. Once he’d finished consuming the potion and dropped the beaker onto his desk, a shiver rapidly spread throughout Harry’s body and he hastily scrambled to get in front of a mirror to watch the transformation take place.

The most obvious sign that Harry’s appearance was shifting was the gradual darkening of his pale skin and he looked down at his hands in amazement as they adopted a rich brown complexion. His fingers thinned slightly while also extending and even the crease lines on his palms altered themselves to become a perfect match for Dean’s. From there, Harry’s slender forearms firmed up and the muscles in his upper arms blossomed to create a more powerful appearance. During their night of drinks at the Leaky Cauldron, Harry had been surprised by just how much Dean had beefed up in the time since they had last seen each other, but his former classmate wore the extra size well. Now it was Harry’s time to experience being a little bigger and having some muscular power of his own and as he had a quick flex of his new arms in front of the mirror, he was confident that he would enjoy possessing Dean’s strength for a few hours!

Speaking of newfound muscles, Harry’s attention was next drawn towards his typically flat chest. His period of being on the run from Voldemort and the Death Eaters had prompted the Boy Who Lived to develop the slight suggestion of a six-pack, but he had been eating much more comfortably and moving far less in the year since then (especially without any Quidditch to play), and so his stomach had actually become rather soft in that time. Under the influence of the polyjuice potion though, all that extra weight dropped away within seconds and Harry’s core was carved into six well-defined abdominal muscles. He could only gape in admiration at his newly developed abs as he ran a hand over them and felt the hard muscle underneath his dark skin. Does Dean do a thousand crunches a day or something?!

Harry’s attention was pulled away from his abs by the creation of a pair of meaty pecs and the broadening of his shoulders, with the deltoid muscles becoming pronounced and giving him a more intimidating frame. Further down his body, Harry’s thighs expanded as his quad muscles firmed up and his size ten feet grew two sizes larger, which made the wizard thankful for the fact he had shed his shoes and socks prior to drinking the potion. In fact he had stripped out of all of his clothes aside from his boxers, and it was the notable growing in the front of those boxers that next drew his attention. For a moment Harry hesitated, wondering if he was crossing a line by checking beneath the waistband, but after a few seconds the temptation simply became too strong.

Dean never has to know, Harry told himself, pulling at the hem of his boxers and inspecting the manhood contained within. Dean’s cock had to be at least eight inches - definitely longer than Harry’s own - and it was thick too! A gasp of surprise escaped the young man’s lips and he couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief. Out of all the changes to his body as a result of the potion, this had to be his favourite!

Forcing himself not to do anything too wild (at least not yet), Harry looked back up at the mirror just in time to see his reflection’s face shift. His cheekbones and jawline were becoming more pronounced and his nose was shifting but before he could get too engrossed in the changes, his vision blurred and it took Harry a moment to realise that he no longer needed his glasses.

After removing them from his face he was just in time to see his iconic scar vanishing from his forehead while his unruly hair retreated towards his skull and was re-styled to perfectly match Dean’s close-cut afro. Light facial hair then spread across the usually smooth lower part of his face, completing his transformation into perhaps the best looking of all of Harry’s friends (it was a thought Harry had long held, but he hadn’t begun properly exploring his bisexuality until after agreeing to a break in his relationship with Ginny so they could both grow up some more).

Now looking at a perfect copy of his friend, Harry couldn’t help but chuckle in amazement once more. He’d been too young to really appreciate how fun the effects of the polyjuice potion could be when he’d first taken it but now as an adult he was definitely appreciating it! In fact he was so pleased by the result of his transformation that it took him a few minutes to remember why he’d done it in the first place. He was a little reluctant to stop admiring his borrowed reflection but the knowledge that the potion’s effects wouldn’t last forever kept him from spending too long in front of the mirror. He wanted to experience a normal night out drinking in public and going to the Leaky Cauldron while wearing Dean’s handsome face and studly body would provide Harry with the desired freedom from his overbearing fans.

“Guess we should get ready for a night out, Dean,” Harry told his reflection, offering a wink at his reflection before retreating back to the bedroom to find some clothes. He was very much looking forward to an ordinary night out - he just had to remember to take a vial of the potion with him so he didn’t transform back into Harry Potter right in the middle of the pub!