CHIMERA

Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. This is only a product of my overactive imagination. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling- except the plot anyway.

Summary:

There are things better unknown. Science shall mingle with magic, creating a most extraordinary creature not even Harry Potter could resist. HPDM R&R, Please!

Author's Note: This is my first fic. Please have mercy! If something's unclear, please don't hesitate to ask, okay?

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CHAPTER 1

…In the present time…

"Harry! Harry, over here!"

A tall raven-haired boy looked over his shoulder, his face wreathed in smiles as he recognized the owner of the voice approaching him.

It was a young woman, tall and slender with long, now manageable brown hair and big bright brown eyes. She was almost running towards him, pushing her trolley where her trunk and huge, ginger cat were. She stopped right in front of him and took a good, long look before she hugged him tight.

"Oh, Harry, it's been too long!" She released him and pushed him at arm's length. "Look at you! You're so tall and you've gained weight! How are you feeling? I guess living in Grimmauld Place did you a lot of good, huh?"

Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived-and-destroyed-Voldemort, chuckled softly. "I missed you, too, Hermione."

"After living in seclusion for a whole summer? Of course, you would", said the young girl with a grave nod. "But, Harry, how do you really feel right now? Now that everything's over?"

The male Gryffindor smiled. " I feel…free…"

The look in Hermione's eyes softened and she smiled, too, in understanding.

"Harry! Mione!" Another one called.

The Gryffindors turned to find a procession of redheads, namely the Weasley family.

Ron led the group with his little sister, and mother at his wake. The twins were there, too, though they were busy whispering to each other. Harry thought that it was probably about one of their ideas for Weasley Wizard Wheezes, the joke shop they built for themselves.

"Harry! Oh, I was so worried about you!" Mrs. Weasley cried, hugging him close. "You didn't return our letters this last summer and I was afraid something might have happened to you!"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley", said Harry, his voice tinted with guilt. "I just wanted to be alone. I hope you understand."

"It's alright, dear. Just as long as you're fine", Mrs. Weasley replied, patting Harry softly in the back. "Now, everybody go on to the platform. We don't want to be late, do we?"

They all went through the wall between Platforms 9 and 10, careful not to get noticed, as what they usually do during the past years. Just as they stepped foot onto the platform, the train to Hogwarts gave a powerful blast of sound that miraculously wasn't heard by muggles just beyond the wall.

"Alright now, we're late enough as it is", Mrs. Weasley fretted as the Gryffindors filed forward onto the train. They each gave the plump woman a kiss on the cheek before the twins called Harry.

"What is it?" Harry asked curiously, eyeing the pouch that Fred (or was it George?) was holding.

"Well, mate, we think it's only right that we give you back what we owed you", said George.

"But, I told you, you didn't have to", said Harry, a troubled frown gracing his now enhanced features.

"Fred, George, stop talking to Harry and let him board the train! He's going to get left behind because of you two!" Mrs. Weasley shouted as Ron and the others boarded the train, one after the other.

"Coming, mum!" Fred shouted back. We're still gonna pay for it anyway, Harry". He pushed the pouch to Harry and ran off with his brother towards Mrs. Weasley's retreating back. "See you, Harry!"

"Good luck and make lots of trouble!" said George.

Harry stared in shock for a little while before the train blasted its usual loud sound and boarded the train himself. He was looking forward to the new school year, though now there was no Dumbledore, Voldemort and life threatening events to look forward to.

Harry smiled. This was the start of his new life.

'Now where did Ron and Hermione get to?' he asked himself as he walked forward and looked at each open door.

The first he stumbled into was with Padma and Parvati Patil who were giggling girlishly at twin boys who Harry recognized were from Ravenclaw. They glared at him when he had disturbed their private conversation.

"Sorry", he mumbled, closing the sliding door quickly.

Well, at least they were treating him normally unlike the last six years when everyone thought he was a freak one way or another.

Then he moved forward again. This time he encountered a door that was slightly open and so as not to disturb whoever was in it. He peeked onto the small open space and gasped at the most enchanting vision he had ever seen.

Whoever it was, Harry didn't know, but there was something strangely familiar with him. Yes, it was a he. He could tell because of the flat chest and the slight bulge between his legs—telling himself that he did not just look at the boy's, er, private parts, while a telltale blush stole over his cheeks.

Well, anyhow, he continued looking at the boy who was looking outside the window. He had long, flowing silvery blonde hair that was pooling at his feet in thin rivulets that reminded Harry of unicorn blood. His skin was as pale as porcelain and there was an ethereal glow emanating from him, reminding Harry of Fleur. He had soft, full lips like the innermost petals of a blooming rose, which Harry could only stare at for a couple of minutes before the boy felt his presence and turned.

Staring back at his emerald green eyes were the most vivid silver irises. Harry held his breath as he drowned in their depths until the thin, slightly arched eyebrows furrowed at him.

"What are you staring at, Potter?"

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A/N: Bwahahaha! Chapter one is down! I hope you like it! Please send me your reviews, even the bad ones! I'll really appreciate it!