Remember I don't own anything. Except for Cale. He is mine. I will open him up more later.
Harry slowly woke up and smiled, he had been in his new home for three days. Sure some things were different from Wonderland but he found the concept for some things was basically the same. He was still thinking about taking the potion that would almost make him a Heart. But he felt he would take it, he had lived with the Hearts for almost his entire life. The potion would give him Heart blood, but not make him heir. He would still be the Potter heir but the line would probably end with him. It was a hard decision for him to make.
Stretching he pulled himself out of bed and dressed himself, the clothes here was a little odd to him. Things like tee-shirts and shorts were very odd to him at first. But today he wore a long sleeve blood red button up shirt with black piping and black slacks. He walked into the hall way he enjoyed this manor, with its red and white tones with bits of black appearing once in a while. The painting spooked him at first and they still creeped him out when they moved or talked to him. Reaching the dinning room he found his family, the people who raised him.
"Hello Harry!" his sister merrily greeted him Cales face glowing with excitement. Cale was still nervous around Harry but only in silence did he show it. Cale was a loud hyper child and always found something exciting and adventurous to do that sometimes got him into trouble. Where Alyss would get into mischief that was almost hard to prove it was her. She planned and did what was necessary to preserve her pride, in silent revenge. His mother and father had told him many stories.
Leaning down he hugged the twins and greeted them equally as cheery. Genevieve and Nolan choose then to enter the room as well. They smiled warmly and sat at the head of the table, looking as regal as they did in Wonderland.
"Harry how are you this morning?" his mother asked as she did with all her children, her eyes shinning.
"Fine, had a dream about a snake," he smiled at the thought of the dream Genevieve listened as food was served. She smiled knowing he may have a gift, "It talked to me and I talked to it. Not about anything special, just talking."
"Have you thought about the potion?" Nolan asked before he started eating, he wanted Harry to be his son. He remembered raising him, changing his diaper, getting throw up on him when Harry was sick, and when Harry was training.
"Yes father, I have. I.." Harry got nervous suddenly and words got stuck in his mouth, this was a monumental decision. "I… um…" he started to blush, this was not supposed to be so awkward. "Yes, I will take the potion." Everything seemed to stop at that moment, Alyss looked at him silently with a look between being over-joyed and shocked. Cale just had a looked of excitement, he always wanted a big brother even if it was just by a year. Nolan and Genevieve looked ready to cry for joy.
"I must tell you also we need to fill out some forms after you take the potion, that way the ministry can't interfere." Nolan said after coming out of his stupor. Harry nodded and began eating, everyone else followed suit. Slowly everyones emotions were able to settle again.
After breakfast Genevieve announced she would like to take the children shopping. Alyss and Cale bounced excitedly, but began pouting when Genevieve added that she wanted to do it after Harry took the potion and signed the forms. She wanted to make it harder for people to tell it was him, without using glamours.
That's how Harry found himself standing in the center of the living area, waiting for something. Anything, he didn't like the staring, he hated this much attention at once when he didn't know what was going to happen.
"Alright Harry take the potion," Nolan said after everyone got settled, "and say 'I Harold James Potter accept the blood of the Heart family. I choose to remain Head of the Potter line." Harry concentrated on the words. He downed the potion quickly it tasted wretched, but he suffered through it.
"I Harold James Potter, accept the blood of the Heart family. I choose to remain Head of the Potter line." He said probably louder than he needed, but after he said the words he felt weird. His eyes hurt so he closed them, his hair was itchy, and the rest of his body was incredibly sore. He wanted to lie down and wait for it to be over but he didn't want to appear weak. When he opened his eyes things were a bit blurry; he could tell there was a mirror in front of him courtesy of his mom. "Why can't I see?" he asked slightly panicked. Someone grabbed his glasses off his face; suddenly he could see Cale standing right next to him holding his glasses. "Thanks, Cale."
He looked at himself, he did look different but not by a whole lot. His eyes instead of emerald green, had a jade look to them. The blue from Nolans eyes had certainly changed his eyes and fixed his vision. His hair was just slightly less black but fell in waves. His lips a little fuller but not as red and his skin was a little tanner. All his changes were little ones, but enough to make him look different. Genevieve approached him with a bottle that matched his skin color.
"Now to take care that scar, magic won't be rid of it but this certainly can." She got a determined look, Harry had already learned that most people recognized The-Boy-Who-Lived. He looked at the bottle with a skeptical eye, "Its cover-up, just because muggle can't do magic doesn't mean they can't make up for it. It will cover the scar till the day is over then we can wash it off. It won't come off without a different solution." Harry let her apply the cover-up, and then looked in the mirror when she was done. He gasped it was as if he never had a scar at all. After signing the papers, they disappeared magically.
"They can tell if someone was forced to sign or not," Nolan stated, "That way no child can be forcefully adopted and a potion like the one you took won't take." Harry smiled, magic seemed very easy to abuse, so when a control was put on some things he was happy. Genevieve hugged all her children then they flooed out of the house to Diagon Alley. Harry almost fell as it was his first time.
"First stop is for clothes; to Madam Malkins we go little ones." Genevieve seemed to like this place, Harry was curios about everything. They walked quickly; Harry noticed a huge building with the words Gringotts on it in gold lettering. He also saw a shop where animals could be bought, another for cauldrons, and another for wands. His vision was suddenly cut off buy a door frame; he was now in Madam Malkins. "Here we are! Now where is she?"
Dudley was annoyed, sure this home was nice. In fact it was much better, but exercise and dieting sucked. He woke up everyday and had to run until he couldn't run anymore, he did push-up, sit-ups, the whole nine yards. He was only allowed healthy foods; no more hot dogs, hamburgers, chips, soda, and most of all no more cake. He swore Severus was trying to kill him with all this. He got used to the House-elves, but magic still scared him to near panic. It wasn't right, it wasn't natural, it shouldn't happen. Severus wasn't around today and Dudley thought he could have a lazy day. But those House-elves were ordered to make sure he did exercise and ate right.
Currently he was sitting against a tree outside; Severus had no television or computer. So Dudley was left to his own imagination; which sometimes left him quite bored. Looking across the lawn he saw the stables, he looked at it every day. Today he decided to explore it, getting up he walked over. It was deep red with a black top. Almost a classic barn look, except for the door; it was a pair of grand doors. He opened them slowly almost as if he were afraid of what he would find. Taking a deep breath he flung the door open. When he looked inside he felt silly for being scared. Horses, Severus had horses. Grinning widely he wondered if Severus would teach him how to ride them. Stepping inside he looked at them, there was three. One was a brown horse with a white dot on its forehead; another was a paint with beautiful in its white, brown, and black; the last was a white and black mostly white with black fading in and out.
"Hello," he said quietly feeling a little weird talking to a horse, he reached out to pet the horses nose, it felt surprisingly soft, "Whats your name?"
A name plate shimmered below and he read it, Marque.
"Marque, my name is Dudley. I'm new here; Severus took me from my home. But it was a good thing… it was bad there." Marque looked at him and snorted, Dudley smiled. "Only, here there is magic. Its new to me, at my old home it was bad. Here it scares me, I know its good but it goes against everything I was taught." Dudley sat there talking to Marque, it seemed to make him feel at peace. When Severus finally returned home, he searched frantically for Dudley and smiled quietly when he found the boy sitting on the floor talking to a horse;
"I see you have finally entered my stables," Severus spoke up after a minute, "Do you like them?"
"Yes, especially Marque." Dudley pointed to the white and black horse, "He seems to be a great listener. The others stopped a long time ago."
"Maybe when you wake up tomorrow I will teach you to ride him. He certainly seems to like you." Severus smirked, sure the boy was showing Hufflepuff qualities but maybe something else will shine through later; and if not then Severus would still hug the child.
Dumbledore was worried, ever since he brought Anthony home the child would break into fits. He would demand to be called Ry and wanted to know why he didn't have black hair and green eyes. He would go into a rage when he found there was no scar on his forehead. During these times he would stupefy; he felt terrible but the child sometime got violent during these fits. He left Anthonys rooms to seek Pomfrys' help.
"Sounds like he is having Idenity Issues." She thought after he told her what was happening. "You better start giving him some mental therapy, otherwise he may develop Magical Multiple Personality Disorder." Dumbledore almost fell at this, MMPD was dangerous. Anyone with it would slightly change their appearance to look like the personality during their fits. "Albus, what have you done? Having him switch between himself and Harry for nine years; I'm surprised this didn't happen earlier."
Albus was furious, this was Harolds fault. If he hadn't disappeared then his little Anthony wouldn't be like this. He would have a normal little boy, who loved to run and fly brooms. Going to Anthonys side he Ennervated him in hopes that it was Anthony and not Ry. He was in luck, Anthony looked around confusedly.
"Dad? What happened?" He asked, his brow furrowing.
"Something you need to get help for my boy," Dumbledore said, "It seems we need to take a little trip.
A/N: Hope you don't mind the changes in the Heart family. Yay mental issues!