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Y/N had always been someone who felt comfortable in her own skin, or at least, she tried to be. She had learned from a young age to embrace her flaws, her quirks, and the parts of herself that others might find imperfect. But as much as she had convinced herself that she didn't need to change, there was a quiet voice inside her that whispered about her dreams of strength and confidence. The kind of body she had always imagined: strong, agile, and full of energy.

It wasn't that she hated what she saw in the mirror—far from it—but there were days when she'd look at herself and wish she felt more powerful. She didn't want to be like everyone else. She didn't want to fit some idealized image of beauty. But she did want to feel better in her own skin—more energetic, more alive. It wasn't about meeting anyone else's standards, it was about meeting her own.

One morning, after a conversation with her best friend Austin about the way she felt about herself, Y/N made a quiet decision. She was going to work towards her dream body. Not for anyone else, not to impress anyone, but for herself. It was time to take control of her health and her self-esteem in a way that would empower her—not just in appearance, but in every aspect of her life.

Her journey didn't start with a grand declaration, but with small, consistent steps. Y/N would wake up early, just before the sun broke through the Hogwarts windows, and slip out of her dormitory, careful not to wake Mattheo, who had fallen asleep beside her the night before. She'd pull on her training clothes, grab a quick snack, and head to the Slytherin common room, where she would work on her agility with spells, and practice her magical control with precision. But soon, the physical training caught her attention too.

The more she practiced, the stronger she felt. Every day, she would add something new—a few extra push-ups here, a longer run around the grounds there. Slowly, but surely, she began to notice the changes. Her muscles, once lean but not particularly defined, began to tone up. Her legs, always long and powerful from her natural athleticism, became more sculpted, the curves of her calves and thighs taking shape in a way she had always dreamed of. Even her arms felt stronger, more capable, as though the magic she had always relied on was now working in tandem with her physical strength.

At first, the changes were subtle. It wasn't something anyone could immediately see, but Y/N could feel it. When she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror one day after a particularly grueling training session, her eyes widened in surprise. Her reflection stared back at her, looking stronger than she had ever felt. She was glowing, the glow of someone who was doing something for themselves, who was taking control of their life and their future. It wasn't about what anyone else thought. It was about her journey, her transformation.

Her friends were quick to notice the subtle changes too. Theo, who usually kept to himself, raised an eyebrow one day when she walked into the common room after one of her late-night workouts. "You're looking... different," he commented, his deep brown eyes scanning her with a hint of curiosity.

"Different how?" Y/N asked, not trying to hide the pride she felt in her progress.

Theo gave her a slow smile, leaning back in his chair. "Radiant. Like... more alive, you know?"

Draco, ever the one to be blunt, didn't hold back when he commented on the way she looked. "You're starting to look like a proper Slytherin warrior," he remarked with a teasing grin, but there was genuine admiration in his voice. Y/N couldn't help but laugh, because she knew Draco wasn't the type to compliment lightly.

But it was Mattheo who noticed the most. Mattheo Riddle, her boyfriend, who had always adored her, who saw beyond the surface. At first, he was curious about her late-night training, as it was unusual for her to be so focused on something like this. But when he saw the changes in her—when he saw her walk a little taller, her shoulders more squared, her movements more deliberate—he couldn't help but admire her even more.

One night, after she had spent hours working on a series of new training routines, Y/N stumbled into his private dorm, a bit out of breath, but feeling like she was on top of the world. As soon as she entered, Mattheo stood up from the couch, his eyes studying her carefully. His expression softened as he crossed the room to her, a rare warmth in his gaze.

"Y/N," he said quietly, lifting her chin so that their eyes met. "You've always been beautiful to me. But now? Now you're glowing." He ran his fingers gently through her hair, as if he couldn't quite believe the transformation.

She smiled, a warm flush spreading across her cheeks. "It's not just about the body, you know. It's about the journey. I feel... different. Stronger. Like I've finally become the version of myself I've always wanted to be."

His smile widened. "I always knew you had it in you. But now? You're unstoppable."

The days turned into weeks, and Y/N's progress was undeniable. The changes in her body became more pronounced—her arms were leaner and more toned, her legs stronger, and even her stomach had become flatter, the muscles underneath more defined. But more than that, her energy levels soared. She felt more alert, more awake, more alive. Her training had become a form of self-care, and she could see the results in the way she held herself, in the way she moved.

One evening, as the summer break approached, Y/N stood before a mirror, staring at the reflection that had become both familiar and new. She could see the hard work in the curves of her muscles, the definition in her body, the way her posture was aligned and strong. But it wasn't just the physical transformation that took her breath away. It was the inner transformation—the way she felt stronger, more confident, more capable of taking on whatever life had to offer.

Her friends, including Enzo, Blaise, and even the ever-sarcastic Lorenzo, all remarked on the changes. They'd seen her grow in confidence, and her transformation wasn't just physical—it was in the way she carried herself, the way she radiated strength.

Mattheo was there beside her every step of the way, cheering her on when she felt exhausted, holding her close when she doubted herself. And in those moments, she knew she had done it—not to fit anyone else's idea of beauty, but to become the person she always wanted to be. The person who was both strong and gentle, confident and humble, someone who could face anything life threw at her with determination and grace.

By the time summer came, Y/N had not only achieved her dream body but had surpassed the limits she had once thought were unachievable. She had transformed, not into someone different, but into the best version of herself, and that was the most powerful change of all.