I unfortunately don't own any of the characters in the HP series they belong to Mrs Rowling.

Sorry for not updating sooner, but I'm working like a houself. I'm moving to London in two weeks...

Blond Beauty

Harry woke early the next day feeling a little groggy, he'd had the strangest dreams.

After a quick shower he walked over to his trunk, he had a plan to follow out. Harry had decided to stick to his last third year and change as little as possible. Well at least that was part of the plan at the moment. He did of course have another plan on the side. He picked out the second year potions book and started flickering trough it lazily.

Harry had a busy day planned, after eating a big breakfast at the Leaky Cauldron, trying to get rid of his sleepiness, he headed for Flourish and Blotts. On his way there, he ran into Seamus and his Mother. Harry being a little weary of Mrs Finnigan after she'd fallen for all the lies printed by the Daily Prophet, only settled for a quick hello before hurrying on. He got into the crowded bookshop and started looking for any books on Occlumency and Legimence. After a lot of pushing and poking with the other stressed customers , he finally found one. It lay hidden under a pile of dusty Lockhart books. The title protecting your inner mind from outside forces sounded promising. He was walking towards the counter when he spotted Neville and his grandmother Mrs Longbottom. Mrs Longbottom seemed to be gathering air for an on coming storm and poor Neville was desperately searching his pockets for something. Harry decided not to bother them, a little afraid of Mrs Longbottom. He walked over to the Defence against the dark arts shelves and spent a very enjoyable half hour sorting through the different volumes displayed. On his way up to the counter for the second time Harry stumbled over a book, literally, as someone had thought it fit to leave it on the floor. Making people see the fake you, Harry figured it was some sort of joke book and picked it up for Fred and George as a thank you for the soon-to-be-his Marauder's map. A while later after trying to coax the manager into letting him pay for his books, The manager simply waved him of, not wanting to hear any of the sort. "Think of all the Galleons you saved me already, my boy. A couple of books is the least I can give you." Was his answer. Harry left the bookstore in a hurry, he had planned to search fora potion in his new book, and had only left the Leaky Cauldron for the Occlumency book.

When he got up to his room he just dumped the books on the newly made bed and pulled out The how's and why's of potion making.

Four hours later and a very hungry Harry decided that enough was enough. He threw the thick book away in frustration and left for a late lunch. The Pub was crowded, no doubt because of all the students coming to buy their school supply. Harry spent a very relaxing hour eating chicken soup and talking to the different guests at his table, he even let Tom talk him into trying some cookies, which resembled Hagrid's rock cakes so much that Harry wondered if maybe Hagrid had sent some over. He soon felt ready for another fight with the potions book. No matter how long it took, he would find the right potion.

He couldn't find it! The book was gone. He had looked everywhere, under the bed, under the table, under the rest of the furniture. He'd even looked in the bathroom, with no luck. Thebook on dark creatures lay in a puddle next to the toilet though. He sat down on the bed taking a deep breath. Sighing he let himself fall back against the bed only to groan in pain as something dug into his back painfully. He had laid down on the joke book for Fred and George. Sighing again, he made himself comfortable. He couldn't find the damn potions book anyway, so it didn't matter if he took a short break. And besides, it was probably for the best that he read a bit about the jokes, as you never knew with Fred and George. He opened the book cover and snorted at his own luck. The first lines read:

Dear reader

Congratulations on realising the importance of keeping a façade when meeting others. One should never wear ones heart on the sleeve for others to see…

Here Harry couldn't help but snorting, he was willing to bet that Snape had read this book before him.

…This book will guide and teach you how to succeed in fooling others to see what you want them too. Bear in mind that only those of power and strong mind, will understand and be able to follow out the instructions presented in this book. But as you can read the charmed introduction written down, you have already proven your self worthy.

Harry smiled, this sounded almost too good to be true. He quickly got so into the book, that he never noticed it getting darker outside. "Finally!" exclaimed Harry happily. He had finished the book and felt quite proud of himself, even if the book hadn't been one of the thickest he'd read. Now all he had to do was see if he had learned anything from it. Harry walked down stairs to the pub for some dinner. After eating, he looked around to find someone to try out his new skill on. He noticed Mundungus Fletcher sitting in a corner in front of a dodgy looking man, no doubt buying or selling something illegal. "Perfect." whispered Harry, walking towards the opposite corner of the room so that he could see them at all times.

He closed his eyes and concentrated hard on the image of a very beautiful, blond woman entering the pub. All around him, men turned in their seats to get a better lock at the according to Mundungus Sassy looking thing entering. Tom didn't seem to notice that he was polishing the air and not the glass standing on the disk. Harry who had never intended to get the entire bar seeing the woman, quickly had her walking out to the back yard. Several of the men hurried out after her. Harry couldn't help chuckling at the sight. He'd done it, maybe a little to good, if he managed to get them all to see her! They were probably surprised at her dissapearing. But he soon started coughing as the blond beauty walked back in, escorted by three men, all of them eager to help her out. "The Innocent little creature" was one comment heard coming from their table. It hadn't worked. She was actually real. Who would have thought! Harry who was feeling a little stumped, that his own joke had been turned right back at him, decided to go back upstairs. He threw a last glance back at the woman and realised that something was of about her. She wasn't paying any attention to the men around her or giving any kind of response to their questions. Harry very slowly sat down on an empty chair, staring at her.

What if...No he couldn't have… never the less, he concentrated on giving her an understanding of the language. The woman slowly started to nod and answer questions, making the men stare at her in awe. Harry's smirk would have made any Slytherin proud. The book hadn't said anything about this, he thought. He concentrated again…

Ten minutes later, he was ducking under a table, trying to stay away from stray curses. The idée to bring her jealous husband over wasn't one of the best he'd had. He quickly made them leave and again concentrated hard, this timeon getting them to disappear. Least there is a riot on the muggle side of the pub, he thought. "Well…I'll be contacting the aurors about this! To let something as delicate, beautiful and fragile be with that! Really! I'm obviously the perfect choice as a husband…" The men left the pub arguing over whom of them that was best suited to care for her. Harry snorted now that he could come out from under the table again. They sounded very much like Ron had, when he'd meet Fleur the first time. This was fun, thought Harry. He secretly wondered if it was possible to create a whole army of blond beauties. Because if it was, he felt fairly sure that the light side would win the war.