Summary: Harry has everything he could want, but then something goes wrong. Can he fix the pieces of his life? Rated M for safety.

Disclaimer: J.K. owns all the characters from the book, im just borrowing them. Any names you don't recognize are mine.

Warning: M/M, mpreg, DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ

Note: I have taken the liberty of killing off some characters, and bringing other back to life. Sorry if this offends you.

The Transformation of Harry Potter

Chapter 1

Birthday

Harry stretched as he woke up. Suddenly, he jolted straight up and grinned, a maniacal grin to be sure. It's my birthday! He thought in glee. I can now officially do magic. To celebrate his freedom, he accio'd his glasses from his bed stand. Pushing them up his nose, he sat up and looked around. The night before, he'd left his window open incase anyone sent him anything. Even though he was used to people caring about him enough to get him presents, he was still slightly surprised every time he received something.

Reaching forward, he grabbed the first gift off the pile. Opening the card, he grinned when he saw it was from Hermione. Putting the card next to him on his bed, he tore open the wrapping paper, then snickered when he saw what it was. Instead of the usual books, she had gotten him a supply of gadgets from Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes ( A/N-hereafter referred to as WWW). He had extendable ears, sneakoscopes, and various candies that simulated sickness- perfect for ducking out of class. Placing those on his opposite side, he opened Ron's gift. The supply of chocolate from Honeydukes was overshadowed by the ticket the package contained. It was a ticket to a Wizarding London address, a realtor. The note accompanying the ticket read-

Dear Harry-

Happy Birthday! Wish we were there, but since we can't be, we got you this instead. Ron was telling us how you plan to get your own house and this company is the best seller of wizarding estate in England. Hope you find something that suits!

Lots of Love,

Molly, Arthur, Fred, George, Charlie, Bill, Fleur, Percy, Ginny and Ron.

Harry stared in disbelief. He had been saying that he wanted a place of his own, but he had just been thinking. But now that he had the means, he was defiantly going to go for it.

He gave the rest of the pile a cursory glance, and decided he could do without the fan mail, or Ginny's gift. He got up, filled with a sense of purpose. Using magic, he packed all of his stuff into his truck, the cast a spell which cleaned and made the bed. Casting a cleaning spell on himself, he then transfigured his clothes into something more fashionable. Stone-washed jeans hung dangerously low in his hips, and a Slytherin green tight tee showed off his eyes, and the muscles he'd acquired during Quidditch. Glancing in the mirror, he smiled at his reflection. Tousled black hair, glowing green eyes, and a to-die-for build, he was sure to get anything he wanted from the ladies.

He could care less.

Looking around, Harry made sure that he had everything that was his, and had left nothing in the room. He looked at Hedwig, sitting in her cage, and with a wave of his wand, levitated it and spelled it to follow him. Levitating the trunk, he opened the door to his room and descended the stairs.

Though it was only seven o'clock on a Saturday, Aunt Petunia was already up and about. "Well, it's about time you woke up, boy. Now get in here and make some breakfast." Saying nothing, Harry just stood in the doorway. Scowling, Petunia looked up, her scathing remark dying on her lips. "What are you doing, boy? You can't use magic outside of that damn school of yours." Harry laughed then, and said "Yes I can. By wizarding law, I am an adult now, entitled to the full and unrestricted use of my magic. I just wanted to tell you that I'm leaving and that you will hopefully never see me again." Petunia just stared. "But, but…" "Have a nice day, Aunt." Harry turned and walked out of the door.

Harry cracked his knuckles as he waited for the Knight Bus to arrive. He had wanted to do that to her since the first day he had come home from Hogwarts and been treated like a slave. It had been very satisfying.

Suddenly, he heard a squeal of tire wheels, and looked up to see the Bus come careening around the corner. As it screeched to a stop in front of him, he levitated his trunk and Hedwig's cage from where they'd been sitting on the ground. The door opened and a new kid came off the bus. "Welcome to the Knight Bus my name is Nick and I'll take your luggage… You're Harry Potter!" The boy in question sighed at the familiar turn of the conversation. "Yes I am, and I need to go to…' realizing he'd forgotten the realtors address, he dug it out of his bag and read off of it "…56 West Banshee Alley." He looked up to find Nick still staring at his head. "Hello?" The boy snapped out of it and grabbed Harry's trunk. "S-s-sorry, sir. I was, uh..." With a sigh, Harry said "Don't worry about it."

The journey wasn't that long, and in less than an hour he stood outside the correct building. He looked up at it and raised an eyebrow. This edifice was clearly modeled after Gringotts, he thought with a smile. Going up the stairs, he opened the door to the office and smiled at the receptionist. She did not see that, however, because she was busily scrawling something across a piece of parchment. "Welcome to Digby, Schmock, Nestings and Welkin. Please have a seat and someone will be with you shortly." With a quiet chuckle, he complied. That greeting had come out in a rush, and it had taken him a minute to figure out what she was saying. Setting Hedwig's cage on the chair next to him, he waited. It wasn't long until someone came out to the lobby, and brought him into the back of the building.

The man showed him to an office that contained a desk and a terrific magical view of the Sahara Desert. Behind the desk was a middle aged woman, who rose as she saw him. "Ah, Mr. Potter. Welcome to my office. Please, take a seat." With another quiet chuckle, he did so; clearly she was not a woman impressed with celebrity. "What can we do for you today?" Harry took a deep breathe, and answered on the exhale. "What I want are two properties. One close to or in London, and the other situated somewhere in the country. I would prefer that one to be as far away as possible from civilization." "My I ask if you have a budget, sir?" Harry smiled, then said, "Cost is really the least of my concerns." With a smile, the woman began offering him various places.

Two hours later, and considerably lighter in the pocket, Harry left the office with a smile on his face. He'd gotten exactly what he'd wanted. The first was an apartment in muggle London; the second a grand old mansion in Wales. As he pulled out his wand to summon the Knight Bus, a thought occurred to him, and he put it away. Because he was now seventeen, he was allowed to Apparate. Although most kids had to take classes on Apparation, he had Hermione as a friend. With a smile, he grabbed hold of his trunk and Hedwig's cage, and closed his eyes. A small 'pop' later, and he stood in front of his new home.

He grinned and fished the key out of his pocket. Opening the door, he looked around. There was an enormous space around him, the left side suited to a dining room, the right, a den. Walking past them, he saw a kitchen on the left, and a bathroom on the right. Then he saw the set of stairs in the back. Going up them, he saw shocked to see they lead to another floor. He hadn't been told he was getting a penthouse type thing! On the second floor, there were three bedrooms, a master bath, and a full bath for the other rooms.

Harry whistled silently. This was more room then he had thought he'd needed. But it would be prefect if Hermione or Ron, or both of them came over.

However, this place needed some serious furnishing. And a paint job. With a big smile, he settled down to it.