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Chapter1:

Lucius Malfoy was a very powerful man, head of Voldemorts army. It occurred to him that nobody would dare cross him, but two people did. Lily and James Potter, two idiots. He could still remember the day they were killed. Grabbing a glass out of the china cabinet, he poured himself some brandy. Tonight he had a major headache, probably because Draco. A knock sounded on his study, clearing his voice, he told whoever to enter.

Donna, his secretary walked in, she was a German and had a strand accent. It was probably because she'd only been speaking English for a year." Mr. Malfoy, there is someone here to see you. He goes by the name of ..." Donna looked done at the card, he face scrunched up. " Curvaceous Marven. ?"

" Send him in." Lucius order, already preparing to meet him. Mr. Marven was a man with a stasis as himself. He had all the right connections to help Voldemort and himself.

Curvaceous walked in, a grumpy look upon his old face. The man was only 4 ft 7 tall, pale, and looked as though he could drop dead any second." Hello Lucius, still blowing up people I see."

The blond smirked, yes, this was the same old Curvaceous. " Take a seat, we have lots to discuss."

" Hell yeah we do! Voldemort's been sending his deatheaters to my home for weeks," Curvaceous complained," My grandchildren are there twenty four seven. If one of them gets hurt... "

" None will get hurt Curvaceous, I just wanted to discuss your connections to people. A war is brewing, more likely to start any minute. Our master just wants to have all the right people on his side. You are Oliver Woods grandfather right? He's married to a Potter, I want Potter on our side. Maybe you could get Oliver to convince him?" Lucius suggested with a smug smirk.

" Harry doesn't even know that Olivers on our side. I doubt Oliver wants to tell him either." The old man complained, shaking his head no.

Lucius smirk dropped, but leaned closer to the elderly man. " You will get Potter on our side, or they both will die."

It was later that day when Harry decided to take action. Oliver was sleep beside him, has arm draped around his waist. A smile formed upon his lips as he slowly sat up. His husband didn't seem to notice. Giving a sign, he headed towards the bathroom where he had left his bag of cloths. Picking it up, he took out some slacks and a white tee. As he pulled them on his heart race, was he really going to leave? This wasn't his first attempt, he'd tried to leave before, but couldn't. Something always pulled him into a trance of fear, a fear of Oliver.

When he had his cloths on, he grabbed the bag and headed for the back door. The whole time thinking of nothing, his head was blank. The fear of getting caught had put him in a silent trance. Taking a deep breathe, he exited the house, a smirk upon his face.

Entering their Alex, he started it up and took off. After two hours of driving no where, he called his best friend Hermonie. All got was the voice message, which wasn't surprising because it was 4 in the morning.

" Hey Hermonie, this is Harry. I'm just calling to tell you, your planed worked perfectly. I'm going to be staying at that hotel called Masons. The one you suggested in London, please call me back when you get this message."

Closing his cell phone, he pulled his car into the parking lot and got out. The Masons was one the best hotels in England. It was built a little over a hundred years ago and was re-decorated. Oliver hated hotels, he'd probably never check this one out.

After checking into the hotel, the next step was one he dreaded. Hermonie told him that in order to get way from Oliver, something had to change. Opening his duffel bag, he pulled out his wand. Something that was rarely used, mostly because Magic was what killed his parents. There was a spell the busy hair girl had gave him that would change his gender permanently, but did he really want to? Taking a deep breath, he pointed his wand at his chest." Mozeto!"

The last thing he seen was a blast of pink, before darkness came.

The next morning he woke up from knocking on the door. His body hurt all over making him flinch as he got up off the floor. Running to the door, he slowly opened it. Hermonie walked in with a big smile plastered across her face. She was looking Harry up and down with a grin." Wow! Who's this beautiful girl?"

Harry frowned, before running to the bathroom. As he look into the mirror his jaw dropped. His hair was much longer, down to his back. He now had curves and girl features which really freaked him out. Even though he had prepared for this, it was harder to accept this than he thought.

To be continued ... This is kind of cheesy this part, but the next chapter won't. Please Review!