Wow, took longer than I hoped, but here it is, Chapter Three! Kudos go to Sam and my friend Hannah for helping with ideas for this one, thanks ladies!

Pairing: HP/DM/BZ
Disclaimer:
I Do Not Own

Bold: Song Lyrics
Italics: Inner thoughts

Chapter Three:

Watching as the Slytherin's gaze went from Shiva to himself, Harry decidedly wondered if the fates hated him, and just how likely Blaise was to recognize it was him thanks to the changes he had made to himself. Making sure his hood was pulled down far enough to cover his scar Harry looked up just in time to hear Blaise's voice.

"Is this creature yours?" the slow drawl of Blaise's voice made Harry pause a moment, the polite tone taking a moment to register in his brain.

"Yes she is actually, some ponce scared her when I was sitting enjoying my book." Mirroring his lazy, yet polite drawl, Harry hoped like crazy that his voice wasn't too noticeable as he responded curtly before stepping forward to grab Shiva. However, his hands never graced the soft fur of the young animal as Blaise had gotten there first, picking up the kitten-creature and giving her a scratch under the chin before petting down her back scratching between her wings making her mew and arch her back.

"Adorable creatures Hiroas...not typically kept as pets due to their darker nature though..." Harry paled slightly under his hood as he watched the sun glint off of Shiva's shiny new tag and he silently prayed to every deity he knew of that Blaise never read it.

"What do you mean?" Harry figured striking a conversation with Blaise was probably not a very good idea, but his bloody curiosity caught him anyway. Besides, how else was he going to get the Slytherin to hand him his precious Shiva? Without hexing, curses, or harming himself (or Shiva) that is.

"Hiroa's are known for their darker magical abilities... some can speak parseltongue, others can help strengthen dark spells, or even cast their own... it's not exactly common knowledge, however, my family has been studying them for quite some time... Perhaps I could give you a few pointers on them... Like leashes being a good idea in such a busy place when one is this young." The sarcastic humor in the dark-skinned males voice was unmistakable and Harry felt much like a bug under a muggle microscope as he spoke to him.

"I had a boundary spell on her, I figured perhaps she wouldn't be able to roam too far. A friend of mine used it on her cat once..." Watching as Blaise's stoic face split into a grin, the young male started to chuckle and shake his head, Harry was suddenly very curious as to just what the slytherin was like underneath all of the forced masks and hate.

"You certainly know nothing of Hiroas... A distance spell would never work on a Hiroa, they simply absorb the magic and go on about their mischief. Only a leash will work on the animals... Usually once they realize you are their family or part of their flock they won't travel far though." Harry watched as Blaise scratched Shiva behind the ear, later he would think over this moment and realize all of the things he could have done to prevent Blaise from seeing the tag, yelling, a well placed concealment charm, perhaps even a sudden comment. But as it where, here in the present and in the moment Harry stood stock still as Blaise's thumb ran over the small tag.

"Shiva, Property of Harry Po-" As the males dark brown eyes flashed up to Harry in surprise the famous wizard instinctively started to tense and ready himself for the inevitable attack.

After a few minutes of Blaise standing, staring at him in blatant shock, Harry slowly allowed himself to relax and shift rather uncomfortably in front of the slytherin. What happened now? Zabini didn't look like he was going to hex him, appearances could be deceiving though... Once again, thinking back Harry would have expected anything but what happened to actually happen. Blaise threw his head back and laughed...and laughed...and laughed some more until his eyes were filling with tears of mirth.

"This is the best joke I have ever seen in my life... Never before have I heard of someone masquerading as Saint Potter. Especially not in something like that." As Blaise pointed to Harry's wardrobe, Harry looked at him in shock. Blaise thought he was pretending to be Harry Potter? Why would anyone do that? Would someone really go so far as to pretend to be him? Shifting his stance once more Harry looked at Blaise with more curiosity than before. Would Ron or Hermione think he was some bloke pretending to be their best mate? Ex-best mate Harry reminded himself suddenly with a grim look on his face. Haven't tested their friendship just yet either... Can't call them my friends if they can't so much as tell me what the bloody hell is happening while I am stuck away with the Dursleys. With this bitter thought in mind, he turned his attention back to Blaise who was once again speaking.

"I realize you may be looking to catch some of the fame, but seriously as much as I enjoy the idea of Potter actually finding his sense of fashion, you certainly went the wrong way with his personality."

"Actually..." Gathering his wits, Harry realized Blaise would be the first person he would test with his new self, and slowly lifted his hood just enough for Blaise to see the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. "I am Harry Potter."

The flabbergasted look on Blaise's face was totally worth blowing his cover. Frankly, Harry hadn't seen a look like that since Ron found out Scabbers was actually Peter Pettigrew. Watching as Blaise marched over to the small cafe Harry had just came from, the young Potter quietly wondered if Blaise even realized he still had Shiva in his hands. Since following the Slytherin was the only way to get his pet back, Harry walked after him, awaiting the moment where Blaise's mind would kick back in to gear so he could ask for Shiva, and hopefully be on his way. Sitting across the table from the confused Slytherin, Harry called for Shiva and smiled as the small winged-kitten squirmed her way out of Blaise's hands and ran over to him. Petting the kitten as he waited for Blaise to say something, Harry was sure to snap to attention when the dark-skinned boy started speaking.

"So let me get this straight, you are Potter... and you're running around like this because...?" Realizing he was supposed to answer, instead of letting Blaise actually piece it out for himself, Harry launched into his story about changing himself and becoming more independent. It wasn't exactly Malfoy, but the fact that he was able to tell a Slytherin, and possible future Death Eater, his plans so easily unnerved Harry just slightly.

"Bullocks. I don't believe a lick of it. Now really, who are you?" Blaise's ability to ignore the inevitable was truly astounding. However, if the roles were reversed and suddenly it was the Slytherin in front of him telling this story of how he suddenly wanted to change everything about himself Harry was sure he would have the same response. Sighing softly Harry put his hand to his chin and sat thinking quietly. How the hell was supposed to convince Blaise that he was infact Harry Potter? It wasn't like they knew each other well enough to trade back secrets or something inane like that.

~~~~BZ/HP/DM~~~

As Blaise shifted in his seat sitting none-too-patiently for Harry to respond he wondered something along the same lines. Why the hell would Potter be changing anything about himself? If this were the real Potter he certainly wouldn't be sitting here with me. What does this guy think he is doing pretending to be the Gryffindor Golden Boy? Blaise was pulled out of his thoughts as suddenly the bloke in-front of him shifted and let out an irritated sigh. He sure does fidget like Potter though... Have to give him that...

"I can't think of a way to prove I'm Harry Potter so we will just have to agree to disagree on that little statement. However, if you are still willing to help this Not-Harry-Potter learn more about Shiva it would be greatly appreciated. The book I got with her isn't really helping much. It sucks actually. Interesting and all, but it doesn't give much other than theory as opposed to actual facts. I want to be able to take good care of her and not make mistakes out of ignorance." The sound of the boys voice was slightly familiar... And that half-arsed way of getting out of proving himself sounded like something only Potter would try. However, Blaise was still stuck on the idea of why would Potter of all people want to change himself? Perhaps things weren't as rock solid, crystal clear, as everything seemed to be.

"Alright, I'll help you out Not-Harry-Potter, But in the mean time I can't exactly call you that. It's too long and wastes too much of my time..."

~~~HP/DM/BZ~~~

"Okay..." Drawing out the word, Harry wondered just how hard it was going to be to convince the Slytherin of who he really was. "What in the bloody hell do you want to call me then? Seeing as you don't believe my identity to be my true identity and I am in need of some other title to call myself." His irritation at the thought of having to prove he was indeed himself was starting to show. After all, how do you prove to anyone you don't know that you are you, and not someone pretending to be you? Was there a spell or something for this kind of thing?

"Watch it Not-Potter, You're starting to sound more like a Slytherin and less like a Gryffindor with words like that." Smirking slightly Blaise eyed the male across the table from him once more, debating on a nickname for the possible Potter heir. "How about Kieran... You look like a Kieran all dressed up like that."

"What exactly is a Kieran?" As he pet Shiva, Harry decided to go ahead and voice his question. He didn't want to be called anything demeaning without at least knowing it.

"Kieran means little dark one... or simply dark one if you prefer. I figured it fit since you are covered in so many beautifully bright colors." Harry couldn't help but laugh at the sarcasm in Blaise's voice this time and shook his head.

"Alright then... Kieran... I can live with that I guess."

An: I hope everyone liked this chapter, so sorry it took so long. Because of the length of time I had to skip answering reviews this time around. My apologies.

Also, something to be noted, this is the revised version of the chapter. Chapter Two (Teenagers) has been edited, revised, and added to as well. A nice chunk of reading has been added to that chapter should you like to reread it.

One third comment, this chapter was not named after a song, I couldn't find one that fit with what I was trying to portray. I hope no one is upset by this. :) Happy Reading, please review. They help me out more than you all know.