AN: I am soooo sorry for the long long wait on this chapter. I'm not gonna make excuses, I was just uninspired. Now though, in about a week or two I am heading off to University and should have plenty of time to myself to write more on this story. Here is another chapter to keep you appeased and guessing and I promise that I will be working on another chapter (hopefully longer as I'm going to try to make each chapter longer then the previous one) in the meantime and it will be up soon! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, you are honestly the only reason I considered continuing this. Thanks!

Chapter Two : Someone's Noticed

"Wake up you little freak!"

Harry woke to the sound of aunt Petunia's screaming just like every other morning, however, unlike previous mornings he found himself in an uncomfortable position upon the floor. Sirius' mirror lay innocently a few feet away and Harry stretched with an oddly feline grace before reaching to grab it. A quick glance confirmed the nights incidents had not been a mere dream and Harry let out a long sigh.

"Why does everything wierd happen to me? I've never seen Ron wake up looking like a bloody girl and God forbid anyone else have a Dark Lord after them. Oh no, just Harry Potter."

Harry rose to his feet and threw the mirror down onto the bed before straightening Dudley's castoffs and running a hand haphazardly through his hair.

"Well, this just isn't going to work." He mumbled as he felt the length of his new 'do.

A quick glance around the room showed nothing that would be of use to tie back the silky mass so he ran his fingers along the edge of his shirt, yanking a thread to tie his hair together before tucking it into the back of his shirt and making his way to the door.

His foot met with folded paper and, as it skidded across the floor Harry's mind flashed to it's contents, having forgotten completely about the life altering message from the man who was claiming to be his father.

"Snape?"

It was unbelievable, especially the fact that the man had written sounding as if he wanted an actual relationship with him! Snape had spent the last few years making his life absolutely miserable and now he was claiming that the man Harry loved, even though he'd never met him, wasn't his actual father...that HE was?

"Boy! Get down here you ungrateful shit and cook breakfast!" Vernon bellowed from somewhere downstairs.

"Coming!" Harry yelled, deciding to put Snape out of his mind until he had time to deal with it all.

He walked down the stairs slowly, not sure if he should expect an explosion from the Dursleys upon seeing the new him or not. They never paid much attention to him anyway, other than to yell at him.

Harry entered the kitchen with his head down and headed straight to the stove, reaching for the frying pan and the package of bacon lying next to it.

"Holy shit! Dad, look at the freak!"

Harry turned towrads the table to find Dudley staring at him, a look of awe on his face. Vernon however, was quickly turning red.

"Boy! What the hell did you do now. I told you not to be doing any of that magic in this house so, whatever you did you best fix it right now."

Dudley at that point had broken himself from his stupor and was trying to cover it up with a smirk.

"He looks like a girl!" He said before breaking into laughter. His eyes, however, told another story...he was very much interested in this new Harry.

"Well?" Vernon said, beginning to stand.

"I didn't do it Uncle Vernon! It happened last night and I...I don't know what happened, I swear!" Harry stutterered, backing himself up tightly against the stove.

Vernon continued to advance upon him until a chair scraping acorss the floor sounded. Dudley had heaved himself from the seat and was now walking towards them.

"Wait, dad. Maybe the freak is telling the truth...Either way all he's done is make himself look more like a pouf. I think we should just let it go...this time." Dudley said with a sadistic grin, " After all, we wouldn't want to bruise that...pretty face, now would we. Besides, he still has to cook us breakfast!"

Vernon started to chuckle before slapping a hand upon his son's back with pride.

Harry released a sigh of relief, causing Vernon to glance back at him.

"Well? I'm hungry Boy!"

Harry jumped and flipped himself around to start cooking, feeling uneasy about turning his back towards the two but unwilling to anger his Uncle any further.

In such a hurry to start cooking Harry failed to notice that Dudley's eyes had never quite left him and, even now, his backside was being watched by his massive cousin.

A plan began to form.