AN: Based off of the section in Deathly Hallows where they make six dopplegangers of Harry via the Polyjuice potion. First sentence was copied directly from the book, but no real spoilers.

--- 'HARRY POTTER AND THE REVELATION' by lotus head

The real Harry thought that this might just be the most bizarre thing he had ever seen, and he had seen some extremely odd things.

With the arrival of his dopplegangers, Harry had just realized just how physically appealing he was, something that had never before occurred. Sure, there were countless witchling admirers, but he had always assumed they just found him worth while because of his celebrity status.

But here were six other exact copies of himself, standing in his house--- well, the Dursley's house, and all in various states of undress.

In fact... he felt a fluttering in his stomach, an attraction that surpassed what he felt with Cho Chang, even Ginny, the girl he was sure was his soul mate.

The long, thin body, just enough muscles stand out. Lightly tanned skin, free of blemishes- no zits, freckles, moles, absolutely unmarked but for a terribly manly scar on his forehead, staking him out to be some sort of war hero. Messy dark hair that made him look like he just stepped out from a good snog in the closet, and the eyes, so vibrant green a piercing!Oh, and the look of angst... of innocence... of determination...

Yes. Harry Potter had just discovered that he was... a sex god. God's gift to women-kind, at least!

And that he was damn hot, and something should be done about it!

And three hours and a half later, the Death Eaters found nothing out of the ordinary when they found Mr. Potter, looking like he had just stepped out from a good snog in the closet.

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AN: Of course whatever it is you're thinking never happened! Why, you dirty dirty people!

...Seven people could never fit in a closet, after all.