Fallen

Chapter 1

As Harry heard Dumbledore finish his end of the year speech Harry decided that it was time for him to grow up. Too many people had died because of him and he no longer wished to be a pawn in this game when he was the most important piece on the board. This time everything would be different. He wouldn't continue to live with the Dursley's and he damn well wouldn't be staying in Surrey any longer. He had money and the drive to make it and he would train himself in the magical arts that he would need to win this battle. Life would be very different for him because he would be in control.

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Harry walked off the train in London and sighed in reluctance when he saw his uncle waiting for him in his van. Harry said goodbye to his friends and boarded the van. He waited until they were a few blocks away from the station to start speaking to Vernon.

"Uncle Vernon…" Harry started.

"What boy?" his uncle spat.

"Can you drop me off around the corner?" he asked.

"What are you playing at?" Vernon asked suspiciously.

"Well you don't want me and I don't want to live with you so I figured you would be happy if I went on my own," Harry replied.

Vernon didn't say anything but he did drive off and headed around the corner and parked. Harry got out of the car, grabbed his trunk and Hedwig, and then trudged down the street. Harry waited until Vernon drove off to wave his wand and call for the Knight Bus.

When it stopped in front of his Harry boarded the bus, thankful that it was driven by new drivers. He paid the fare and told them to take him to Leaky Cauldron. Harry quietly rode the bus, thinking about the different choices he could make. It seemed like only twenty seconds went by when the bus stopped. Harry quickly jotted down a letter to his friends to let them know that he was okay and not to write to him then sent Hedwig to them and walked into the pub.

Harry made his way to the back where the entrance to Diagon Alley was. Harry tapped the entrance code on the brick wall before walking into the shopping area and heading to Gringotts so that he could get some money. He handed his key to a Goblin and he took him to his vault where Harry began to gather quite a bit of gold.

Once he was done he gathered his things and made his way to the main part of the bank. He exchanged most of his money to muggle money then headed to the book store to get some 'useful' material. Once he had everything he came for he left and caught a taxi that would take him to a hotel. The process had already begun.

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January – 7 months later

Harry woke up early that morning and headed to the bathroom where he cleaned his body. Thirty minutes he left the bathroom smelling like Zest soap and minty fresh breath. He made his way into the bedroom of his apartment, he had purchased it once he had become sufficient in shape shifting, and opened his top drawer and pulled out a pair of black boxers and pulled them on. He them pulled on a pair of black baggy pants that hung low on his hips and clipped a silver chain around his belt loops. He then grabbed a gray wife beater and pulled it over his head and smoothed it out as it clung to his defined chest.

Once his body was covered Harry quickly rolled on his deodorant then pulled on a pair of white socks before stuffing his feet in a pair of gray and black New Balances. He tied them tightly before grabbing a black elastic band that he used to secure his hair, which reached the mid of his back, into a ponytail. He wandlessly put on a glamour so that he scar was covered. Before he left his apartment he grabbed his black hoodie and pulled it over his head.

As he walked down the streets of London Harry's earrings glittered in the light. He knew that if he ran into his friends from Hogwarts that they wouldn't recognize him. Not only was his attitude different, he also looked different. His hair was longer and easier to manage, he had grown to a confident six feet two inches tall, and was a bit on the muscular side. He had also gotten into piercing's and was working on five. He had a small diamond in his nose, a platinum ball in his tongue, a medium platinum hoop in his left ear, and two smaller platinum hoops higher on the same ear.

He didn't overdo it but you could tell that he had an affinity for piercings. He quickly made his way to the music supply store where he would be picking up his new guitar. As he walked through the door he vaguely realized that the bell tinkled to let the workers know that they had a customer. Shortly after a girl made her way towards him wearing a pair of blue jeans that hung low on her waist, a black BEBE shirt, and a pair of black boots that put her to his chin. Her hair was up in a neat bun and clear gloss was smeared on her full lips. Her eyes were a hazel hue with a green swirling through her irises. Her skin was a smooth caramel brown complexion that had a golden hue in it and Harry thought that she was utterly beautiful.

"Hey Harry!" the girls said before giving him a quick hug.

"Hey Trishelle," Harry replied as he returned the hug.

"What can I do for you?" Trishelle asked as she and Harry parted.

"I got a call saying that my guitar was in," Harry said as he watched her walk into the stock room.

"Damn," he whispered to himself.

Ten minutes later Trishelle came out of the back room holding a black leather case. Harry made his way to her and grabbed the case. He opened it and saw her custom made guitar. It was smooth and black with silver lightning bolts and a silver and gray Potter crest on the neck. He quickly tuned the instrument before playing a few notes of a song he had been working on. His musical talent infused with his magic made the song sound enchanting and Trishelle felt pulled to sing some lyrics that popped in her head:

There's something inside me that flows beneath the surface
Consuming
Confusing
It's like a self control I feel is never ending
Controlling
I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls closing in
I felt this way before
So Insecure…

As she sang that last note Harry stopped playing and looked at her for a moment. He put his guitar in the case and handed her his debit card then said, "You sing really well."

"Thank you," Trishelle said quietly as she handed him his card and his receipt.

"So what are you doing tonight Trish?" Harry asked.

"Most likely studying, why?" Trishelle asked.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight but since you're busy…" Harry started.

"I would love to go out with you," Trishelle replied.

"Do you want me to pick you up or meet you somewhere?" Harry asked.

"You can pick me up at my house tonight," Trishelle said as she handed him he address.

Harry pocketed the address and left the music store. He headed to Diagon Alley so that he could replenish the potion's ingredients that he had used up. Although he knew he had work to do he couldn't help but think about his date with Trishelle.

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Trishelle got home around seven o'clock and began to get ready for her date. She showered then slid on her black lace plunge bra and matching low rise thong before smoothing on her lotion. Once she had her undergarments on she began to get dressed. She pulled on her blue XOXO low rise jeans, a black XOXO shirt, and a blue jean jacket. Once she was dressed she pulled on her black BEBE boots and headed to the bathroom to do something with her hair. She pulled her hair into a neat high ponytail and lightly curled the ends. She smoothed her hands through her hair before grabbing her black eye shadow and carefully smoothing the fine powder over her eyelids, giving her eyes a smoky look to them. As she grabbed her gloss she heard her doorbell ring and yelled to her mother to answer it for her.

Trishelle hurriedly smoothed on her strawberry flavored gloss and headed to her room. Trishelle quickly put in her small diamond nose ring and silver hoop earrings before spraying on her Issey Miyake perfume and dumped her money, ID, and phone in her black XOXO purse then headed downstairs to meet Harry. She headed into the living room when she hit the main floor and saw Harry standing in front of her mother in a pair of baggy black jeans, a gray turtleneck, and a black jacket over that. His jewelry was gleaming in the light and his eyes shinned a bit.

Trishelle smiled at him and said goodnight to her mother and left the house with Harry. Trishelle looked surprised to see a shiny black motorcycle sitting at the curb. Harry handed her a helmet and put his leg over the machine. Trishelle followed his move and gripped his waist tightly and they drove down the dark streets of London.

Trishelle quietly looked at the passing scenery and took Harry in as his masculine form maneuvered down the streets. Harry parked across the street from an expensive Italian restaurant and lead Trishelle inside. As they walked inside they noticed the stares that they were getting, mostly because their clothes weren't exactly formal.

"Can I help you?" the maitre 'd asked condescendingly.

"Yes, I have a reservation for two under the name James Potter," Harry replied.

The man looked on the list before perking up and showing them to their table. Once they were seated they were handed menus. Trishelle and Harry looked over the menu and had mild conversation while they waited for their waiter to return.

"So what do you do Harry?" Trishelle asked.

"Well…I guess you can I'm in music. I mean I'm either studying or playing a guitar so…I don't really have a job," he answered.

"You don't work? Where do you go to school?" she asked.

"I'm home schooled," Harry improvised.

"Really? So am I. How old are you Harry?" Trishelle asked before biting a bread stick.

"I'm fifteen," Harry replied.

"May I take your order?" a waitress asked.

"I'd like the Chicken Parmesan and a bottle of red wine," Harry answered.

"I'd like the Pucilli," Trishelle answered.

"May I see some ID sir?" the woman asked.

Harry pulled out his fake ID and handed it to the lady so she could verify that he was at the legal drinking age before giving him his alcoholic beverage. Harry and Trishelle ate silently, just enjoying each other's company. After dinner Harry drove them to a movie theater where they watched the Matrix Reloaded. They both enjoyed their time together and vowed to go out again sometime. This was definitely the start of a beautiful relationship.

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