The next day found Harry once again in the office of Troy and Walsh. They seemed very excited, whatever they had found seemed to please them immensely. Harry was glad, as it seemed he would finally be able to get his wish.

After a bit of fanfare, the produced a vial with a sickly green liquid inside. Harry felt his stomach drop, a potion. That was their big find. He felt his mood quickly evaporate.

"Usually this potion is used on clients who wish to change their gender, either temporarily or on a permanent basis. It is a type of Metamorphic potion allowing for a single change of appearance instead of being able to change at will. This one has been altered slightly, so that instead of making the drinker in to the opposite gender, it will give them the appearance of the secret added ingredient. In this case we added Essence of Incubi, not something easy to obtain, and very costly but the effort will be worth the reward."

"Essence of Incubi?"

"Don't ask. It will basically give you the physical representation of an Incubus, since you are only half, you have some of their looks but are clearly human, in fact, only your eyes give you away as a Cambion. We don't know if the potion would be strong enough to allow you to alter that identifying mark or not so we have a few back up plans in place."

"So I will just look like a better version of me?"

"Not exactly, you see as a Cambion you display certain characteristics of your kind. However, some can just be human genetics, your hair is black but so is your Father's hair, so we can't say that is an Incubi trait, and we don't really know exactly what an Incubus looks like it is hard to determine exactly how you will look, the only thing we do know is that we want you to pick an eye color and attempt to force your change to adapt to that particular color."

"Why?"

"The green your eyes is now is too noticeable, and since you shared it with your mother, it could be an Incubus/Succubus thing and more importantly it could be an way for people to see through your disguise, so were thinking anything but green.

"Give me a minute to think and I will be ready. Any side effects?"

"Not that we know of, but we haven't ever altered it like this before."

"I know what color I want."

"Good, good. Focus your mind on that color, see it in your mind. Make sure you don't lose it."

Harry quickly drank the potion keeping all of his thoughts on the stormy grey he had seen so often in Sirius' eyes, and more recently into Rosaleen's.

Harry could feel a strange pulsing feeling that rippled through his body much like the Polyjuice in second year. It stopped after a few moments and he quickly grinned at the Doctors and Rosaleen. The next thing he knew the floor was rushing up to meet him.

When he woke sometime later he was back in the hotel room and he could hear several voices speaking rapidly in the next room. They were indistinct and hard to make out but he would tell that everyone was in the next room with the exception of McGonagall.

He tried to make out what they were saying but quickly gave up. Carefully sitting up, he tested his legs before standing and making his way towards the door. He caught a glipse of movement to his right and stopped dead when he caught site of himself in the mirror.

He knew it was him because he was in the room alone, but it was too beautiful to be him. The man before him was tall, broad shouldered, handsome, with thick inky black hair, it was the same length as before but somehow less wild. He looked more mature, checking his eyes he was at first disappointed, they were not like Sirius' or even Rosaleen's eyes, they were less cloudy and more like charcoal, just a shade or two lighter than black. Even with this revelation he wasn't disappointed, he attempted to morph back into regular Harry.

The change happened in the blink of an eye but something was different, off. He didn't look as he had that morning, he was somewhere between his new self and the old, still recognizable as Harry Potter but still better looking than he had been upon waking. He hoped he could attribute it to a growth spurt, he was filling out a little and had grown an inch or so since he had been eating well this summer. Ron would believe it easily, but would Hermione?

He quickly shifted back to the new self, this body felt more comfortable, more relaxed. He felt confident in this body and couldn't wait to introduce it to everyone. This thought quickly brought him to a halt. He couldn't introduce himself. If he did then having a new look would completely defeat the purpose, could he create an alternative personality? Someone different from himself and what he was suppose to be.

He studied himself in the mirror. He wanted to be someone different and now he was. He wanted to be freer, more confident, darker. He looked the part but now he needed to act it. A new name, and attitude would be in order. He thought over those he knew who would he want to be like. He loved Sirius, but he was too much of a joker, Remus too quiet… after he had exhausted his friends he looked to his enemies. Malfoy senior was too cold, Lestrange too crazy. He would never act like Voldemort or Snape. His thoughts shifted to Malfoy Junior, no, not like him either. However, he could pull off cool, aloof, Slytherin. He would be the opposite of Harry Potter, the anti-Harry, only without the evil and blood-purity thing.

Since he had been attempting Occlumency with Isabelle and had the mind healing sessions he felt more relaxed. He hoped it lasted and he could keep the impulsiveness and hotheadedness at bay. He didn't want to go back to those moody, dark days.

His plan would need refining, he was hoping to use his new look to help the war efforts and try to turn some of the Slytherins from the Dark side, but could he just waltz in and convince them to turn against their families and a life time of beliefs. He could pull off the arrogance and he had the wealth but did he have the charisma and leadership skills to save them, even if he only saved one it would be worth it.

His thoughts turned towards his friends, could he balance a double life, have his golden-boy Gryffindor self and his Slytherin side; could he merge them or would one of them have to go. Did he want to give up his friends… to save his enemies? Were they really his friends or for that matter are the Slytherins really his enemies? If he couldn't convince them to join the Light side could he manage to convince them to stay neutral, if they didn't fight for them at least they wouldn't be fighting against them, and that was better than nothing, right?

He was still so confused. It had all seemed easy when he was just Harry Potter wanting to be someone else and change the world. Now that he was someone else, all of his fantasy plans could become a reality if he could just manage to find ways of achieving them.

He needed to organize. He needed a new name. He would use the surname of Black, so that was out of the way, he could tell everyone that Rosaleen's husband was his mother's brother, Uncle Declan. Simple enough. The Blacks often used Stars to name their children, and maybe constellations. He went looking for an astronomy book.

He poured over the many names and after some further thought did a few internet searches on names he thought sounded Pure-blooded. He had like Orion, it reminded him of Sirius, but it also contained the star Bellatrix and he didn't want to be associated with her. He looked through several of his other school books and found a few names he liked from some of the new books he had picked up, one in particular entitles Muggle Myths- Legends, Lies, and Lives. It was a rather thick book detailing different myths and legends and whether they were fiction, based on fact, or wizards and witches who were performing magic in front of Muggle witnesses. Harry was surprised to learn that many of the gods and goddess of the ancient times were really ordinary witches and wizards. Bast, the Egyptian cat goddess was really a witch who got stuck in the middle of an animagus transformation, and Zeus was really a wizard who used Compulsion and Memory charms to have dozens of children. Harry loved this book, mostly because it had provided him with his new name.

Tarquin Aries Black.