Omnia Normalis

Harry Potter was nervous. It was September First, and he was seated on the Hogwarts Express with Ron, Ginny, and Hermione. He fingered a piece of paper in his pocket in anticipation. Weeks of curiosity and disbelief had built up and the suspense was killing him. He began to tap his foot with excited energy as he sat there. Looking over he saw his friend reaching up to try and store her trunk in the overhead space. Normally he would have stopped to enjoy the sight of her torso stretching and lifting a few inches of her shirt, but not now, not today.

Harry sprang up and walked behind Hermione. He lifted his arms over her head and pushed her trunk into place. The fact that his groin made contact with her ass was totally accidental thank you very much. Hermione spun around with her cheeks dusted a light red.

“Oh thank you Harry,” She blurted out as she gave him a quick but firm hug and then ran off with his redheaded friend, “Lets go Ron, we'll miss the meeting.” She spun out of the compartment and practically pushed the second youngest Weasley out the door. For some reason the school had seen a need to have prefects start a year early. The letters to Ron and Hermione seemed to imply that there would be a surplus of students this year and the staff wouldn't have time to watch the students as closely.

Most years Harry might have given a shit. He might have ran around wondering what the big surprise was, but he didn't have the head space for that today. The only thing he could think of was a small slip of paper that had appeared on his chest one morning. It seemed far too good to be true, but despite crazy promises the writing resonated with Harry. He had to at least try the spell, if only to satisfy his own curiosity. Granted if it did work, much more would be satisfied, but he'd burn that bridge when he came to it. With the two Prefects gone Harry spun around to see Ginny already sitting across from where he'd sat earlier. It was now or never.

“Hey Ginny, do you want to see an interesting spell I found?” Harry said, with only the slightest hint of nervousness in his voice. The paper in his pocket was wound around his fingers so tight that he half expected it to tear right there. As it was it'd already been worn down and slightly faded because of how often he messed with it. The small witch turned to look up at Harry and blushed. Harry was acutely glad that the Weasley family wore muggle clothing, and that they were too poor to afford new clothing, and that Ginny was the first female in a long line of males. These three facts all worked together t force the little girl to wear very over-sized shirts, designed for larger boys, and the wide collar had slipped over her shoulder, sliding down enough to give him a tantalizing view of the very top of her chest, where her budding breasts had only just begun to push out.

“S-sure Harry.” She said with only a slight stutter. As she responded to him she brushed her red hair behind her ear and made eye contact with him for a second, before seeming to burn up and look away. Harry grinned at this response. While he'd disliked her being too shy to even interact with him, her extreme reaction to the slightest thing he did was enjoyable. The power his small actions had made him feel larger than life, and definitely caused some growing, or swelling, in his trousers.

With a slightly shaky hand Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at her. He gave it a counterclockwise swirl followed by a diagonal slash downward. It was a motion he'd practiced hundreds of times over the summer while fantasizing about the spell. He focused on the spell and it's effects as he said, “Omnia Normalis!”. Ginny began to glow briefly before the spell stopped, and Ginny looked up at Harry.
(Incomplete Chapter)