Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I own the OCs.
'Thoughts'
Parseltongue
Harry walked into the tavern. He didn't realize it was for magical creatures. They all knew he was there despite the fact he was invisible. He made his way to the bathroom.
He took off the cloak and took out the trunk. After returning it to normal size he took out the hair dye. He decided to dye it blonde. As he waited he looked at the contracts. After a few minutes he chose the blue ones.
He quickly put the contacts in before sighing. He really needed to get his eyes checked. He put the contacts back and waited for time to pass before washing the dye out. It was darker than it was supposed to be but it didn't look bad and it would do.
Harry changed his clothes and put the concealer on his scar. He looked himself over in the mirror. Everything was blurry so he put his glasses on. He looked different. He decided to leave the glasses on so that he didn't run into anyone and get into trouble.
"Good." He smiled before he put everything away and shrunk his trunk. He placed it back into his pocket.
The minute he left the bathroom and everyone looked at him. He felt himself begin to panic. Someone stood in front of him.
"Leave the poor boy alone." The person said.
"But-"
"I own this place and he is under my protection. Do you have a problem with that." He asked and glared at the person that tried to protest.
"N-no."
"I didn't think so." He turned around and Harry got a good look at him.
He had long black hair that was out into a ponytail and draped over his shoulder. His skin was sun kissed. His eyes were cinnamon brown. He reminded Harry of a prince. Harry knew that his aunt and the females in the neighborhood would be drooling over him. The man smiled at him.
"Hello little one. I, Darius Walker. I am a dark veela and owner of this tavern." He greeted him.
"I-i'm Harry."
"Just Harry?"
"Just Harry." The child nodded.
"Come on. Let's go to my office and talk."
"O-okay."
The two went to his office. Darius looked at him and Harry stared right back. Darius was the first to talk.
"I know who you are, Mr Potter." He said causing Harry to panic. "Whoa, whoa. Calm down little one!"
"I won't go back! You can't make me!" Harry yelled.
"Calm down. I won't make you do anything. I just want to know why you are here." He said.
"I can't go back!" He cried.
"Back? Back where?" He asked.
Harry bit his lip. Professor Mcgonagall didn't believe him. Why would this stranger believe him? He would most likely call him a liar and send him back. His uncle would kill him. This man knew who he was and saw his disguise. On the other hand there was a small chance the man would believe him. He took a deep breath and made his decision.
"I can't go back to my relatives. They are muggle and don't like that I have magic. My uncle told me that he would kill me if I came back." He said as he stared at the floor.
"I see. Well you won't be going back then." Darius said.
Harry looked at him in shock. "You believe me?!"
"I do. Why do you look so shocked?"
"I told my professor and she didn't believe me." He told him.
"Explain what happened."
The now blonde haired child did just that. He started from when he told Mcgonagall about the abuse to her response. The dark veela wasn't pleased.
"Yeah. You won't be going back to your relative's house or that school. You'll stay here where it is safe." Darius said.
"Really?" He asked, allowing himself to feel hopeful.
"Yes really. Follow me. I shall show you to your room."
"T-thank you."
"You're welcome." He smiled.
The two stood up and left the office. Darius showed him to his room. He handed him a key. It was to his room.
"I want to look at your things." He said. "I want to see if there are any trackers on them or you."
"O-okay." He hadn't thought of that.
The two entered the room. It was done in royal blue and dark oak. Harry took out his trunk. The man was impressed.
"A shrinking rune?" He asked.
"I paid an upperclassman to do it just in case I did need to run."
"Impressive."
"Thank you." He blushed.
"You're welcome." He took out his wand and checked for trackers. "There is only one and they are on your glasses." He quickly removed it. "There we go."
"Thank you."
"Unpack and come down for some food."
"Okay."
Darius left after that. Harry began unpacking. He really hoped that his luck had changed.