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I suck at summaries so just so you know. Determined to find out exactly what happened that night on the Astronomy Tower, Harry sets out to find the one person who can give him answers. However, not everything is as it seems and Draco Malfoy is no exception.
Please don't be too harsh in your views just yet. This is one of my first fanfics. I'm currently working on four Harry Potter stories. Yes this is a HP/DM story as well most of my stories. I NEED A BETA FOR EACH ONE! If anyone is interested please let me know I would be very grateful. So anyways on with the show.
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Confessions of a Boy
Ch. 1 Dearly Departed, Screw You
"Don't worry Harry it'll all be okay," the girl smiled warily to her friend in hopes to cheer him up. The raven haired boy stared quietly at his friends as they made their way out of the doors of the train.
That's what you always say Hermione but it never is. Harry watched as his two friends exchanged a silent glance. He forced a smile and made to move slightly away, "Yeah, sure 'Mione. I'll see you guys soon."
The bushy haired girl reached out and pulled her friend into a tight embrace, not noticing as Harry fought not to flinch or pull away from her embrace. After being released from the death grip, Harry turned to the other boy standing with them. "Take care of her Ron,' Harry held out his hand to the red head. The other boy flushed at the comment, knowing what he meant by that and shook it firmly. "Sure thing mate, and you take care too." Harry turned away from them, never allowing them to see the look of loss and hopelessness that went fleeting across his face. As he made his way to leave he spotted another one of the Weasley clan hiding behind a pillar.
"Hey Ginny,' Harry gently placed a hand on her shoulder and walked around into her field of vision.
"Look, I'm sorry Ginny," he lowered his head down staring intently at the ground as if the world would disappear from beneath his feet. "Harry," he braced himself, waiting for the onslaught and famous Weasley temper to break out. When none came he looked up relieved to find no harsh looks or hatred in her eyes.
"We both know it wouldn't work out, but I don't see why we had to lie, especially to Ron and Hermione." Harry smiled woefully at her, "I know little sister, but even through everything I can't help but feel like they blame me for everything. Cedric, Dumbledore, Sirius."
"Harry! How can you say that! They don't know everything, like how you're…"
"Ginny! Please believe me, when I say I would love for everything I think to be wrong but until I know for sure I can't trust them."
"Alright, alright. I still don't know how you managed to fool everyone, especially about you and me. I mean us, date? Maybe once but not now, and especially not when you…" she leaned close to him, "like that dragon." She laughed as Harry turned about 3 different shades of red. "Ginny, I thought you promised you wouldn't mention that. Besides," Harry handed her a roll of parchment, "here's the letter I told you about. The break-up one. Also inside is a piece of blank parchment that will let you send me letters instantly so that we won't have to worry about owls."
"Okay, but Harry, please promise that you'll be careful. I know you told Hermione and Ron that you were going to come visit this summer but if they knew what you were doing they'd hurt me for sure."
Harry smiled and grabbed his trunk, "Promise Ginny." He gave a soft smile as he made his way out of Platform 9 ¾ and back to King's Cross station. Once there he moved towards the nearest shaded alcove. Harry opened up his trunk and pulled out a few items of clothing, a small bag and a odd looking backpack. After he removed everything he needed he opened up the main compartment on the backpack, whispering "Trunk in." Harry watched in amazement as the trunk squeezed itself into the backpack before disappearing completely into the depths.
Wow, Harry thought, that must have been what Millicent looked like when she tried to squeeze into that dress for the Yule Ball fourth year. Fred and George definitely outdid themselves with this. Worth every Galleon I spent on it. Harry took his few small items and the cage with Hedwig still in it to the nearest bathroom. Harry emerged some 15 minuets later looking quite a lot less than the Boy-Who-Lived and more like the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Kill.
Dressed in black baggy pants, chains swinging loosely all over, and a black shirt with an eerie green skull on the front, Harry sighed in relief. Adorning his arms were many spiked bracelet and as he moved to the sink his boots made a distinct clack on the floor as he strolled to add the finishing touches to his look. Pulling a small tube from his pack he gave it a twist until a he heard it click then pulled off the lid. A stick of black eyeliner appeared at the end of the tube and he carefully applied it as he sat on the counter, one leg on the counter, the other swinging casually off the side. After he finished, he slide the top back on then clicked it a few more times before pulling it off again and revealing the brush for nail polish. After finishing darkening up his appearance and covering up his scar with a bit of foundation, he capped everything making sure it was secure before he packed it in a smaller compartment in his backpack.
Walking out of King's Cross he made his way down a side street carrying his pack and Hedwig in her cage, until he was sure that no one was following him. Unlocking her cage he tied a note to her leg, "Go on girl. I want you to stay with Tonks until I come and get you. I know she'll take good care of you." Hedwig nipped at him sadly but hooted in reply. Harry smiled and gave her a pet before letting her go and whispering, "Cage in." Once freed of those responsibilities, Harry made his way to Diagon Alley and a new change of look.
After visiting a couple of shops, Harry's once unruly hair lay flat hanging strait and made him look utterly snoggable. After visiting the second shop, Harry Potter no longer needed his glasses but he still held on to them for sentimental reasons. Smirking he made his way to number 93 of Diagon Alley and his favorite people outside of Hogwarts. Fred and George's shop was as busy as ever and it made Harry happy to know that they had realized their potential and were making it. As he stepped into the store Harry was surprised at the new items that graced the walls of the store. Apparently the twins had taken to Muggle television and had created a product called Hair Care. A bit of the powder in their pumpkin juice would make them sprout hair all over their body until they looked like Cousin It from the Adams Family. The twins however took this a step further. Not only was the powder offered in a person's natural hair color but it was also available in the Hogwart's house colors as well a rainbow color.
Grabbing a few containers of that, Harry continued to browse, pulling out a blood lollipop from the stash he obtained at Honeydukes before he left. Grabbing a couple of packs of the two ton toffee, Harry made his way over to the counter. "So anything else new and terrible I need to get?" Harry smirked at the two red heads that stared at him from the behind the counter.
The twins eyed him carefully, slightly unnerved by the ways his eyes glowed Avadra Kedavra green. "What do you say mate? This one doesn't seem like one to take a joke."
"I don't know George, there's something about him that I can't quite put my finger on…"
"Fred, we all know what you would like to put your finger on so calm down and let's be wise about this for once. Remember the last guy…" Harry snickered as the twins continued to banter back and forth.
"Shall I wait until later? Or can I just go explore the rest of this place on my own? After all, I gotta keep up with my investments." At that the twins turned in shock to the figure leaning casually against the counter.
"Harry? Bloody hell mate is that you? I always knew you were a looker but…" He paused finally realizing what he said and what was overheard. "Oh bother." Harry laughed and reassured the two that everything was fine and that he would be back in a few hours to have dinner with them. Feeling better than he had in a while, Harry made his way down Diagon Alley and disappeared into to the doorway of a very familiar shop. Magical Menagerie, Harry thought. Perfect.
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