Harry Potter was nowhere near completely awake when it happened. He was hit over the back of the head and knocked to the ground. At first he was confused. The he grabbed his wand out of his pocket and flipped over, only to have it kicked out of his hand the next second. Insane giggling reached his ears as a tall woman leaned over him, a malicious smile on her face.

"I do believe you were right Harley." The lady said, her smile making Harry squirm to try to gather enough magic in his hands to save himself, "He is the perfect victim. He will do nicely for our revenge."

The insane giggling came back full force as a woman in a jester's outfit skipped closer, "Why thank you Red. Let's just hope your aphrodisiac works on him as well as it works on Batsy and the rest of our boys."

Harry's eyes widened. What the hell did they have planned for him? Aphrodisiac? Where they going to try and force him to have sex with another man? Not that Harry would mind, mind you, he had discovered that he liked the same sex a few years ago, but he preferred for it to be on his own terms and to know the man first.

When Harry lurched for his wand, he was slammed back into the ground as vines ripped through the cement and wrapped around his body.

"Now, now. We aren't done with you yet, darling." The lady in green cooed to him, blowing him a kiss, "Why don't you show us what you really look like, hmm?"

Harry tried to break free as a pink colored dust drifted towards him. When he breathed some of it in he went limp and whimpered. His hair grew silkier, along with his creamy pale skin and his eyes brightened a few shades. He felt his ears lengthening and becoming pointy at the tips. By this time he was too far gone in the warm feeling swirling in his lower stomach to notice dark purple markings forming on his torso and stomach.

Harry was a nymph. No one knew how it happened, but he had turned into his true form on his seventeenth birthday. It had been a surprise to everyone, but turned out to be just another additive to Harry's complicated life. Internally he knew he should be fighting back as the giggly woman picked in him and carried him away. What they had planned for him wasn't a great idea. He knew the act would be all right, his body naturally lubricated itself, but the aftermath, that wasn't so good. Nymphs were known for being highly fertile, and he had not planned to be having sex that night, so he had not taken his infertility potion.

A few moments later he passed out as something sharp pierced the skin of his lower back.

Let me know if Spidey should be in this. I'm okay with crossing DC and Marvel, but I don't want to annoy people by doing it.