[ okay, so the last one was cliché and a bit confusing, I'll try to make this one as straight forward as possible. Also I mentioned that the dursley's were downstairs, then they weren't they… they left somewhere in the middle on their vacation.

Ineedacure: Yesh! It sorta makes sense in it's confusing way :D . You study psych really? I want that to be my major in college, either that or neuroscience. :3 My sis goes to the doctor's Tuesday. –crosses fingers-.

Sorry it was late guys. I know I haven't set a schedule, but it usually comes out every three(ish) days]

(thank you QueenOfCats)

Harry's POV

Bored.

That was the one word that would describe Harry's mood for the past five hours. Undeniable and terrible bored.

He had all of his things packed, wand in his black cargo jean's pocket. Harry had pulled his trucked out from the cupboard and ripped Dudley's old shirt in the process, he had replaced it with a bright Slytherin green tank. Once he was packed, Harry had sat on the edge of his bed, facing the window, waiting for his milky white owl to return; which she had yet to do.

That gave him time to plan out and what he figured out so far was this:

Step 1: Buy a flat in London or rent it until school starts.

Step 2: Buy a cauldron and practice potions that will be needed.

Step 3: Relax and read through the creature books to find anything more on Dark Veela and the letter again in case he missed something.

Step 4: Get to school. Find mate.

It seemed like a fairly simple plan, but ordinary turned into extraordinary where he was involved. He wasn't quite sure that anything would go smoothly.

A rapid painful tapping came from his window and Harry sprung from his bed to help Hedwig in. She was carrying three letters. Confused, Harry took the red one in his hand, half a second before the Howler went into whispered screams. "Harry, Harry! It's Alice. I don't have much time, take my letter and hide, not the howler the other two. The one I had sent before and the one now. Something happened this summer Damien and Alec are dead. Tom R. killed them. When word reached the Minister, Dumbledore said that he should keep it quiet and no one should know. This is the perfect excuse for him to have control over you over the summer, but I don't think he'll tell you that, then you'd know something was up. Dumbledore is going to take you back to a place under his control, but don't trust him Harry, promise me. Don't tell him what you are. You can't he'll use you and I don't want that, you don't want that. It's also the reason you have to hide my other letters if he catches wind of them, he'll know who you are and where to find me. Be careful and read the other letter, the white envelope is from him."

The red letter quickly combusted into flames and Harry looked shell shocked, this was not part of his plan. Not part of it at all. Remembering the Howler's instructions Harry scrambled to take Alice's two letters and hide them in his trunk. He had carefully hid the Potter family book in his trunk, in a void bag. Taking it out, Harry shoved the two letters lightly between the pages before hiding the bag at the bottom of his trunk again.

Picking up Dumbledore's letter, the dark veela carefully read through it.

Dear Harry,

Happy late birthday, my boy. Since it's after your birthday and the blood shield is renewed ,I have decided to pick you up earlier this year and take you back to the Order's HQ for the rest of the summer. Hermione and Ron are also there. Severus will be by in half an hour to come pick you up. Please get ready.

Dumbledore

Harry's hands were shaking so badly that he could not see the piece of parchment in front of him. Dumbledore had just lied to him. He had lied to him. It wasn't completely unexpected, Alice had warned him about it, but it still hurt. Harry had already come to the conclusion Dumbledore was a manipulative old fool, but he had been willing to give him another chance. Harry watched in amazement as the paper burst into flames and his anger receded. Thinking about it quietly for a minute, the boy decided he would have to look it up in the letter again. So much for not relying on Alice too much.

A loud cracking sound filled the air just as the last of the paper burned away. A very sour looking greasy git stood watching him with onyx eyes. "Time to go," His chilly voice came out brisk and he grabbed the boy's suitcase. Harry, coaxed Hedwig into her cage before turning to his potions professor. Snape held out his hand. Harry looked at the pale lump of flesh, then his eyes traveled up the arm to the face attached to the body. "It's not like I want to hold your hand, Potter," The older man spat out his name like it was some vile disease that had killed every relative he'd ever had in a massive epidemic. "But to apparate, I need to be touching a part of you and judging by your smell you haven't washed anything but your hands this summer." They both looked at each other appalled for a minute, before Harry swung his hand to clasp Snape's and they immediately found themselves in Grimmauld place.

In the time it took for them to jump apart, something somewhere exploded in sheer surprise at the moment the two hand contact without punching or kicking. "You know your room, go." Snape sneered in disgust before disappearing once again into thin air.

Harry did a small twirl before looking around shell shocked, he hadn't been in the house since- no, he wasn't ready to acknowledge, maybe he'd never be able too. A small sad smile filled with more emotion than anything else in his life briefly flittered across his face before he pulled on a mask. Harry made his way towards the stairs, it didn't seem as though anyone was there yet, he was just glad he'd have more time to himself.

Making his way up the first two steps, he immediately turned back at the incessant blathering of Mrs. Black. In an attempt to make the woman shut up, Harry bowed to her as he had seen Malfoy do to Pansey's mom at the train station. It had been pure chance, but it seemed to soften Mrs. Parkinson's affections and it was most certainly working on Mrs. Black. The woman's noise stopped and her pause hung in the air before the painting parted it's lips and spoke, "You may rise young one. May I ask why you trespass?"

Harry looked up from his bow before straightening his back, "Thank you. It was not my intention, but I hope you will allow me to stay. It's all I can ask of your hospitality." The woman in the painting seemed to take him in for the first time. The way Harry held himself was different than how he had before; it was almost like a pureblood was standing before her, with such a regal air about him. Sizing him up, the Black portrait raked her eyes up and down him once before nodding her head.

"I give you permission to this house and its hospitalities. You only need to ask and Kreacher will provide you with anything you need. Good night." Harry dipped his head slightly at her words feeling he had been dismissed. The muscles in his hand strained slightly, before tugging along his truck as he brought it soundlessly up the steps. When reaching the second landing, Harry careful chose the bedroom with three other beds in it, he didn't want the others alerted with his personality shifts and he could always ask Mrs. Black later for somewhere to have privacy if he needed it. It would be a good while before they showed up, Harry snorted trying to think of all the Weasley's packing and how the Burrow would be in such disarray… a disgrace.

He laid his trunk down by the right bottom bed and sat down on the soft mattress. Realizing that he was alone, the boy quickly pulled out Alice's second letter, the one that wasn't the warning. He tore open the envelope to reveal a grey paper with green ink. Glancing around, he reached out with his magic to make sure the house was empty. Once he was sure, Harry's eyes snapped towards the paper and focused on the writing.

Dear Mr. Potter-Evens/Zabini

You annoy me. Greatly.

I told you to write to me when you need to know the stages of the mating… you-know, but whatever, might as well answer since I have something to tell you that I forgot.

I do not know what those dreams contain, therefore I do not know who. Maybe if you describe it I could get you better information.

Secondly, I am Alice. Alice am I. I am your age, yet I knew your parents and I knew Albus when he was born. In fact, I was friends with Godric and Salazar. Hope that answers you question. But, I know it won't.

Anyways, the important thing I had to share with you is slightly disturbing, see, when you find out who your mate is, your body will… change… again, this time to suit his needs rather than your races' looks. So, yeah well… that's about it.

I would look through the bloodline book if I were you, I think you might have a relative still alive in the Zabini family and well, it would be better than spending the rest of your lives with the Dursley's because we both know that that man with the rather annoying sparkle in his eye will force you to live with the Dursley's for the rest of your life on the basis of some posh reason like the blood-bond. They aren't even related to you, you being the pureblooded wizard that you are (I mentioned this in the last letter too…)

Stay out of trouble Mr. PEZ and keep up your mask.

From,

Alice in Wonderland

[Did you know that magical creatures have to be resorted into the house of their mate?]

Harry blinked, his face blank as he looked down at the paper. He had completely forgotten about his mother not so mudblood status after he had found out that he was a Dark Veela and that he was gay.

The world was cruel at times and this was no exception. Harry he a thump, followed by more thumps and his eyes widened as he realized the Weasley's were here, probably Hermione too. Glancing down at the paper, Harry quickly stuffed it back into its previous hiding place and closed and spell locked his trunk. He would take no chances.

Fingering his left loop, Harry debated on whether or not to go downstairs, he didn't want to put his 'friends' in a state of shock. Between the earring, the clothes, the long hair, his personality, and his overall appearance change, he didn't want them to… figure out anything unessary.

Tentatively, Harry took a step outside hi room and started to walk down the stairs, he paused by the portrait once again and looked at the oblivious Lady. Silently he turned to her and spoke. "Milady Black, there are other… guests who have arrived here by the orders of someone else." The painting's eyes snapped open and she stared at Harry when he slightly dipped his head. She nodded, understanding what he said.

"They have not greeted me, they have no business being here." The venom dripped from her voice as she spat in the direction of the kitchen where the noise was coming from.

Nodding, Harry looked in the direction of the 'intruders' ,"I have no hold over them, they are loyal to the one they believe is controlling me. I do not like these… people. I do not want to say mudbloods and mudblood lovers, but that is what they are."

Mrs. Black humpfed in agreement. "We purebloods must stick together." Harry jerked his head in a semi-nod. He wasn't so sure that all purebloods were good and all muggle-borns were bad. He'd just had experiences with the wrong sort.

Harry studied her silently, questioning his sanity, for he had just gotten along with the portrait, something he'd never thought would be possible.

Turning his head back to the bustle in the kitchen, Harry made his way towards the blood traitors. Gotta stop thinking like a pureblood brat! Breathing in, Harry stepped into the kitchen and cleared his throat, determined to burn a hole through the floor with his eyes.

Silence.

Harry knew the pin drop sounding cliché was over rated and hackneyed, but he understood why authors liked to use it, it defiantly fit the situation. The only thing it didn't convey was the fact the pin would have to fall through molasses thick air.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry caught a flash of red hair. A pang of relief went through his heart, stringing along a grenade of pain. His mate wasn't there, but no need to let the manipulative pawns know anything about that, at least not yet. Harry wasn't sure he would be able to cover up the hole that had been slowly forming since his inheritance. He just didn't want Dumbledore's subordinates to know, they would probably betray Harry to him.

Worry littered his mind, that thought was true, but when did he become so distrustful of others? A voice in the back of his mind, sounding an awful lot like Hermione in lecture mode, spoke, 'Veela are distrustful creatures until they find their mate, they are scared that everyone is out to get their mate of separate the two of them and never let them bond.' Harry inwardly groaned, just what he needed, not only was he bipolar and possible schizophrenic, but he was a paranoid bipolar schizophrenic. Things were just not looking up from him were they?

Ron's POV

I looked around the room, we kept landing in the kitchen, but it wasn't like I didn't know my way around. A warm proud feeling filled my chest. Dumbledore had been personally teaching Hermione- my girlfriend- and I attack and defense spells. He hadn't even taught them to Harry yet. When 'Mione asked if Harry was going to receive training Dumbledore replied that he would probably abuse the power. I snorted, he was right though…

I laid my trunk over in the corner by 'Mione's. Harry was already here, Dumbledore had written to them about him. Said they needed to at least pretend to be his friend's a little longer, but he didn't know about the deaths of the two young wizards their age, so just let him think it is a birthday present. I sighed and breathed out. Harry, to be frank, annoyed me more than I would have liked to think possible.

A small sound like a throat being cleared stopped the bustle of the room. I heard mom and Hermione gasp and saw the twins gaping in awe. I moved my eyes towards the stranger and looked him up and down. It was Harry. He had changed so much. My 'best friend' was taller and his skin seemed a darker golden brown. His usually disgusting bird-nest hair hung just long enough to frame his face and bbe pulled back into the ponytail it was currently in. The clothes he wore were not Dudley's hand-me downs, nor were they the clothes 'Mione and I bought for him last year being his 'friends'.

To tell the truth, he looked… hot. And I had not even seen his face yet. I knew for a fact that I am straight so why…? Harry glanced up and I was trapped. The green eyes on his face were bigger and his lips looked extremely kissab-

No, my girlfriend is Hermione. I AM STRAIGHT!!! I glared at Harry, it was his fault for turning cute.

Hermione's POV

I tripped out of the fireplace and across the floor, promptly laying down my trunk in the corner. Ron quickly followed my lead. I smiled at my boyfriend lovingly; we had been with each other all summer. Dumbledore thought it best for us to train to protect Harry. He and Ron had some extra lessons, but that's only to be expected, Ron is Harry's best friend and my boyfriend, he has to protect two people, not just one. But… I bit my lip worriedly, Ron had changed over the summer, I think his mask came off, I didn't know he was so jealous of Harry, but I love him just the same.

A quiet cough came from the doorway. Turning my eyes towards the figure that stood there, I gasped. When did Harry get so HOT!!! I mean, he was cute before, but now he was just… gorgeous.

Glancing at Ron, I noticed his gaze was filled with malice and lust. Shivering, I turned my eyes away from my drooling boyfriend, that was just, well, creepy.

Harry's POV (ish)

The twins were the first to recover from the shock, "Harry! How are you?" The twins said simultaneously and swooped in as one body. Harry tried to back away, not trusting them, for they were not breaking up their sentences as usual. Grabbing Harry, the twins hugged him and a wet finger appeared in each ear, leaving a trail of slime when it they were pulled out.

"You learned the wet willy," Harry reported glumly trying to get the spit out of his ears. They grinned at the mention of the muggle trick, then they turned their grins to Harry.

"You know-" Fred said, Harry knew it was him, his voice was half a 'shade' lighter than George's. He himself didn't know what 'shade' meant, but it made sense… kind of.

"-we also learned the wedgie." George continued where his twin left off, leaving Harry to pale and attempt to break away like an escaped convict from two vindictive policemen.

"Fred, George, you will stop that right now and apologize to Harry! Seriously boys, acting like this and you've only seen him for five second…" Mrs. Weasley had finally come out of her stupor to scold the twins, trailing off, she filled the room with incoherent mummers of their disobedience.

"Sorry Har-" Fred started.

"-but we've only practiced on Ron."

"We don't know how-"

"-other people will take it." The grin they sent him, left Harry with shivers going down his spine.

Slipping behind his well placed Gryffindor mask, Harry watched Ron and Hermione make their way towards him. His face was missing something… a smile! Harry grinned, lighting up the dark room, then he watched his two 'friends' flinch at his supposed 'innocence'. A dark muttering started in the corners of his mind, Harry pushed it aside, but by no means made any attempt to stop it.

"H-Hey mate-" Ron began and stopped looking confused at the dark cloud that had flickered across Harry's face, wondering if he had seen it at all. An instinct inside Harry refused to be called 'mate' by anyone but his man. The small little human part of him that had been drugged by the potion quickly used the Slytherin mask he had at hand, skillfully putting the mask on before either of the too noticed. This was going to be a long summer. "H-H-Harry, we missed you this summer. We're just glad Dumbledore helped us with this birthday present."

In other words, I will be getting no birthday cake. Damn. Harry smiled, pretending he was please and then it slowly transformed into a teasing grin, "We? Since when did you start talking in plurals, unless you suddenly developed a schizophrenic problem…" He looked pointedly at Hermione. The mudblood blushed so hard that she made weasel's red hair look like a pale pink.

Ron beamed at the blushing beauty and pulled her close to him, "We've been dating all summer." Harry stared intently at the two, finally taking in the changed. Hermione was looking better. That fuzzy bush was now straight golden brown locks half-way down her back. Her skin was smooth and her eyes had a certain sparkle and one could finally see curves on her, unlike the past. Ron on the other had looked atrocious, like the wrong end of a donkey with a permanent blister spell cast on him. Puberty had not been kind, the kid had short up and looked disproportionate, his hair was greasy and his blue eyes looked tainted, not to mention half his race was covered in red and yellow bumps.

Harry fake gasped, "Hermione, you could do better!" He had meant for them to take it as he was joking, but Ron hadn't seen it that way. Which was the right thing to do, seeing as how it was totally the truth. The red-head's eyes narrowed as he stepped in front of his girl.

"Are you saying I'm not good enough?!" Ron demanded, trying to pour all his malice and menace into his phrase, but it only sounded silly.

Laughter rang through the room as Harry silently made fun of his 'friend's' stupidity, "No Ron, I was joking. I'm glad for you two. Anyone who knows you both knew this was going to happen."

The boy rolled his eyes and pushed lightly on the mad dog's shoulder before going to hug Hermione. He didn't hate her completely, Harry just couldn't stop thinking of her as a mudblood anymore. Out of all the people in his life, Harry thought Hermione might be the only one that was trying to really be his friend, she was just to innocent to see she was being manipulated that way.

Ron looked like he was about to explode as Harry pulled away from the girl. The red-headed boy grabbed his girlfriend's arm before dragged he away, grumbling something about trunks and unpacking. Harry nodded and waved, the smile slipping from his face as soon as the two left. This was going to be much much much harder than he thought. Turning his back on the two teens Harry made his way to Mrs. Black, he had a question bothering him in the back of his mind for some time now. The blacks were an old dark family, so they mostly likely had parselmouths in their family at one point, which means they might have had some secret room in which he could explore to keep himself away from those horrid encounters with the two lovebirds.

Slowly, he stalked up to the painting, she hadn't screeched since he first arrived, but then again, she hadn't seen the Weasley's. "Mrs. Black, I have a question if you do not oppose me asking one more?"

The painting looked approvingly down at Harry, "Yes?"

"I was wondering if there were any extra rooms in this house, ones that I could go into? If there are I expect them to be guarded with passwords some of them in the language of the snakes?" Harry ended the last bit of the sentence on a lighter note and quickly started to speak as her eyes narrowed, "We Sirius died, he left me the house and the Black name. Though, I have no right to accept the name, I will not refuse the house he has grown up in. Since I do own the house…"

Mrs. Black searched his face for lies before reply, "Black blood. Hiss it."

Harry grinned and opened his mouth, picturing a snake in front of him ,"Black Blood." Her portrait swung open and he was swept inside into a library that rivaled Hogwarts'. Gaping, Harry let the painting swing shut as he ran to the bookcase. It is not that he was like a Ravenclaw in anyway, but after knowledge being kept from him, Harry wanted to take each and every book he saw and stuff it into his head so no one could ever take it away.

He pulled out old leather bound books and piled them in a circle around an intricately designed green and silver couch. Flicking his wrist, Harry pointed to a corner, transporting his trunk into the secret part of the house before settling into the couch, reading one of the older books. A fire sprung to life in the underused fireplace. He smiled at the warmth acknowledging Keacher's valiant attempts to make Mrs. Black happy, even if that meant making Harry Potter happy.

IXIX DINNERTIME XIXI

Harry uncurled his legs, shaking out the pins and needles that had amassed there since the second hour he had been coiled into the couch, reading. Some raised voices had drifted through the walls. He knew that there were silencing charms around the hidden rooms, so for these to be able to penetrate the barrier, they must have been extremely loud. Harry raised his hand to his face and rubbed the bridge of his nose, they had found out he was missing, that must have been it. A tight grin hid a smirk of delight that Harry was flouncing on the inside.

Getting up, he slowly walked forward towards the entrance and stopped. They didn't know where he was, they couldn't stop him. He could stay in here all of summer break and they'd be none the wiser. Grinning, Harry turned and walked through a few rooms to find a separate dining area. "Kreacher!"

A small popping noise indicated the house elf had arrived. "Would you bring me dinner?" The house elf nodded carefully and popped out. Warmth filled Harry's insides and he sat down at the table.

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"People only see what they are prepared to see." –Ralph Waldo Emerson

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[Sorry it took longer to upload, so I made this chapter longer than normal +3]