Hello lovely Readers,
Here is the next installment of A Shadowed Life.
Would have had this finished on the 19th, but since it was my birthday, I got dragged out and about XD and have been distracted since then.
Lavonya: You made me laugh your comments were that amusing thank you for brightening my day.
GreenDrkness: Yes, :3 yes he sure is and there are even more dark things to be unveiled.
Faneka: Lol I think quite a few people would agree on Ron and Dumbledore.
Kvdsouza: Orion has his reason for being as does Evan. Evan is a way in for Voldemort if he ever needs it. He cannot and will not trust Draco or Snape for specific tasks that Harry will be able to accomplish. Plus with Harry there he can create ties with other students that Draco or Snape could not.
GarionRiva: XD yeah I actually hadn't really planed on this being so long but x.x meh It happened anyways lol.
Anyways thank you all for the reviews I loved them. I love you all and thank you from the bottom of my heart for your dedication to read this story XD Hope to hear more from you all and have a great summer :3
Here's a special twist for you to all ponder on XD. Hope you love it.
Enjoy!
Things in the story you might want to know.
"Talking/ spells"
'Thinking/ sound affects/ Memories'
-Parseltongue-
.:Spells:.
~Dragon Telepathy~
*Dragon Language*
Chapter Sixteen- The Shift
Harry was annoyed, and he hated the wizarding world for what was currently happening. School at Hogwarts had come to an end after a long next few months of schooling and everyone was happily going back to their homes. It was at the train station that he found himself cornered by some wizarding world news crews. The questions that were asked made him flabbergasted, and it was hard to play timid and scared when he was feeling cornered and angry. Eventually, Harry looked to Draco and quickly pulled him into the fray.
Harry whimpered and hid slightly behind Draco as he ducked his head to play on his fake fear. Draco seemed annoyed as well, and he was outwardly showing it since Harry could not. Lucius made it into the middle of the crowed and told them Evan would not be answering questions since the boy was clearly distraught by their bombardment on him. It didn't help that there were quite a lot of male reporters.
It was the one time Harry hated his Evan persona because it made him feel so small. Even though he was slightly taller, he was still considered small. Orion was his more current height while Evan was not. So, to him, the grownups towered over him like ominous pillars. Shivering as he was ushered away from the masses, Lucius placed a hand on both boys' shoulders before apparating away. Harry was getting better at this at least, the apparating thing anyways. He wasn't getting dizzy or stumbling anymore upon being side-along apparated.
He felt light headed yes, but nothing like he had the first few times. Narcissa was there to greet them and wrap them in warm hugs. Lucius walked off with Narcissa talking about what happened at the train station and the current problems no thanks to a rotten reporter twisting a well-constructed story. People had been literally trying to pull Harry away from the Malfoys, and Harry tried with all his might to convince them it was not their fault for what happened.
No one believed him though, they thought he was mentally unstable and could not make the best judgment on what was right and wrong. That irked Harry, and if he wasn't playing a timid and beaten boy, he would have snapped at them about right and wrong but hadn't. Harry stretched his senses to see if anyone besides them was around before he let his glamour fall, hissing the words out as though they were natural.
To Harry, it was natural all things considered. When speaking with Voldemort, the man often had a habit to hiss out retorts that only Harry understood and could reciprocate too. Harry removed his robe and looked to Draco with tired eyes, and the other male only sighed. Both knew it was only going to get worse if something wasn't done soon. Harry hated the thought of being removed from the place he'd called home over the year.
Harry walked to the library slowly, his mind wandering, as Draco joined him, mostly because he didn't want Harry to be left alone with his occurring dark thoughts. Upon reaching the library, he looked for a book on dark spells and picked up a few others as well, such as one on seer abilities and a few on dragons in the magical world beside some on other spells used by famous wizards and witches.
Once finished, Harry sat down and began reading a few pages of dark spells. Harry was reading over one that had caught his interest, so he didn't noticed when Lucius entered, that Draco was watching him worriedly, or that a certain Dark Lord had entered the room. He was entirely oblivious to the whole thing, and that was saying something since he usually was hyperaware of everything.
"How long has he been like this?" Voldemort asked Draco.
Draco stumbled over his words but forced them out anyways, "He's been like this since we got back from Hogwarts, my lord."
Voldemort hummed, walked over to Harry and hissed out words that made the book Harry held fly from his hands. Harry blinked, and his blank studious look turned to one of confusion before said boy looked up at the Dark Lord. That confusion seemed to deepen when he realized that not only was the Dark Lord there, but so was Lucius.
Voldemort quirked a brow, "What has your mind so ensnared that you do not sense those nearing you?"
Harry blushed and then mumbled softly, "I usually sense people… unless I am engrossed in a good book."
"What were you reading that was so interesting?" said Voldemort as he looked at where the book had fallen to before hissing some words that made said book come to him.
"I was reading up on some dark spells… one caught my interest," Harry said, softly.
"May I ask what it was?" He looked to the boy, who glanced at Lucius and Draco.
"You're dismissed Lucius… Draco…" They both looked to Voldemort then to Harry then back and bowed before they left the room with a 'yes, my lord' on their lips. "Now tell me, Harry," He said with a slight demand on it.
"I was reading a passage on something called Horcruxes. In my first year, when I saw you drinking the blood of a unicorn, I remember a Centaur saying that it was a cursed life for the one who drinks it. I also remembered hearing rumors of you looking for immortality…" He trailed off as he looked up at the Dark Lord through his bangs.
"So you think I did this?"
"… Maybe… it fits a little, but to do so, you would have to splinter your soul, and to do that means losing emotions as well," He whispered, softly.
Voldemort hummed, and he knew the boy had stumbled upon a dark secret that Voldemort had kept close for a long time, "It is true."
Harry's head snapped up his eyes wide as he stared at him, "It's true?"
"Yes, there were accomplishments that I needed to finish and living a mortal life was not going to help me, so I sought other ways to keep myself alive. Horcruxes were the best way because it would allow me to do things my way without emotions to influence my actions. When I was young, I was also afraid of death. It was something that did not appeal to me," He said simply.
"Oh… but don't you miss being able to feel? Somewhere down the road, won't you long for death after living for so long?" Harry questioned him.
"Harry… I do not know if I miss having them since I did not understand them before anyways. As for death and longing for it down the road, I will not know until I get there," He said simply as he sat in the chair next to Harry, flipping open the page that spoke of Horcruxes. "Besides… these are void now," He smirked.
"What!? How so?"
"The night you gave your blood, all except one Horcrux was given back to me, I am not sure which one, but it is still out there for me to investigate. I know you destroyed the diary in your second year, so I do not count that one since I know it is lost. That piece will not return to me, but I feel like more than just that one is missing. I felt all the others return, and Nagini felt it too, for she was one of my first few ever created…the diary being my first. I can no longer see through her eyes like I did before the change, but I am working on a spell to resolve that."
"I'm sorry I destroyed the dairy," Harry said softly, knowing that he could not get back that lost piece of his soul for the Dark Lord, "I've been meaning to ask, what those other ingredients were?"
Voldemort waved it off with a chuckle, "Don't worry about it, that wasn't entirely your fault… I wondered when you would ask about that," He chuckled, "One was the robe tatters of a dementor, and the other was basilisk ashes."
"How did those help in the ritual?"
Voldemort hummed softly, "I wanted to stay immortal, Harry, even with my Horcruxes, it would have been hard to do so since they could be destroyed easily while I myself could not."
"Oh," He said as he watched the man flip a page.
"The dementor part of it would have sufficed in the ritual, but your blood over powered it," He looked over to him.
"Harry, I don't believe you know this yourself, but your blood has immortal properties to it, thanks to the dragon blood within."
Harry looked incredulous, "That's not possible. Dragons live long, but they die like everything else."
"Yes… today's dragons do, but not the ancient ones from long ago. They didn't die, Harry; they vanished from the face of the earth around the time the Elves did. Most of what they left behind was lost to the ages or in the magical world's bloodlines. Your kind, Harry, dwindled into normal humans or wizards and witches not strong enough into tap that power. You are the first in a long time to accomplish that feat."
Harry was stunned as he stared at the Dark Lord, "So that means…"
"Yes, Harry, you are an immortal," He said to him.
"What about those like me?"
"They went with them, as far as the scrolls I have indicate it is possible they wanted no trace of their existence left in our world. It was considered the dawn of man, so they left. I believe that they did not think anyone would become strong enough to acquire this power once more. You, the anomaly they didn't account for."
Harry was silent for a while, looking down at his hands, "So… why did my blood affect the ritual so much if dementors are immortal?"
"I have been pondering that, but it is clear that whatever dragon's bloodline you have is clearly older than the dementors. They spoke of things called life cycles, and the oldest of the races was in the first. It seems Dementors came about in the seventh cycle of life, having been crafted by the elves themselves to work for the Dark Lord when he needed them."
"Wait! They created them for the Dark Lords? Why? I always thought elves were of the light."
"That is simple, Harry… In this world, there has to be a balance of light and dark. Without light, you can't have darkness, and without darkness, light can't exist. One without the other is a fatal move that would destroy everything. Light has been in power for too long, and it is darkness that must rule now. Besides amongst the elves, you have those of the light and those of the dark, called Dark Elves."
"For some reason, that reminds me of the human tales of Yin and Yang, and their stories of light and dark."
"Exactly," Voldemort said, "The Dark Lord had all that was dark, and the light had all that was light… since the dark had less people to command, the elves made the next best thing for them. It was to even out the playing field if you would."
"Okay, so my bloodline is old… so, what did the two ingredients change?"
Voldemort smirked, "Ice and Shadows"
"Huh?"
"The Dementor ingredient caused my elemental power to be ice and shadows, a complete opposite to your heat and light. A person's core is what makes the element, and yours from the beginning had solidified to that of heat and light, in your case fire and lightning. Though, it is more heat than light, considering the element of lightning is more fire then it is light."
"I never knew that… what about the basilisk ash?"
Voldemort chuckled softly, "That is easy… I can poison people with my bite, Harry. In your case, however, it will not harm you."
"Why not? I thought nothing was impervious to the Basilisk's venom."
"Dragons are considered immune to snake venom, especially basilisk venom. The poisons, which one had to get to kill a dragon, had to be unearthed by other means and hand made. A dragon's body temperature is hotter than even the earth-made volcanoes, and so, it burns off most venom quickly. At best, snake venom would give them a headache, make them ill for a while, make them dizzy, or act as an aphrodisiac. It mostly depended on how their blood reacted to it."
The last one caught Harry off guard a bit, and he blushed, "Oh, I guess that's a good thing then, huh?"
Voldemort quirked a brow and smirked slightly at the blush Harry was trying and failing to hide, "I guess so."
It was quiet for a while as Harry thought over everything that was explained to him. As Harry thought, he wondered about dragon temperatures, and he remembered reading that dragons did have high temperatures even to this day, but the scales on a dragon acted as a coolant, separating their warmth from being overbearing to other creatures. Though, there were the rare few that if exposed to the cold for too long, they would die because their bodies could not for some reason retain their internal heat.
Harry knew for a fact that he had this rare defect. It had happened by pure accident, but he knew of it none the less. The twins had been pulling a gag on Ron who was once against been stalking Harry, but who did not have the courage yet to approach him full on after their last encounter. The prank had entailed in multiple people being stuck in ice that took a while to melt, which was to long for Harry, who had ended up stuck also, even with his high body temperature. It had felt like his life was being sucked out of him, swiftly.
At first, the twins had been laughing heavily because of it, but upon seeing their friend's distressed and pale complexion, they had use the counter curse to free him but no one else. It had been a startling thing to know about and had nearly cost him his life if it hadn't been for their help and Draco's. The twins had taken him to the blonde when they didn't know what to do. Draco, having known a lot about dragons because he was fascinated with them, had them bundle Harry up in several blankets while he sat in front of the fireplace.
Lucius and Tom hadn't been happy to know that once again Harry had almost lost his life within Hogwarts' walls. It seemed to be a common theme for him while he was there. Each year he was either severely injured or out cold. First year, Voldemort had knocked him out after sustaining injuries prior to the encounter. Second year, it had been basilisk venom; third had been dementors taking his soul… see, this is what Harry had to endure, and he didn't expect it to stop even as some other persona.
Along with that common theme came the always occurring trouble that seemed to come around him. Such as the trouble with the media at the moment as they accused the Malfoys of Harry's mentality and their eligibility to be parents…, which, meant now Draco was involved because it meant he would be removed as well. This thought troubled him a lot, and he didn't want any of this to happen at all. If it did, there wasn't much he or Draco could do about it.
"What is wrong, Harry? I sense your mind is no longer on the topic we have been discussing," Voldemort said to him.
"I was… thinking about the current trouble the Malfoys are in. I didn't want this to happen," He said, softly.
"Harry, it is not your fault that that vile woman turned your story into something that isn't true," He admonished.
"I know, but… because of the details I gave, they are being placed between a rock and a hard place. Draco might even be taken away," He sighed.
"So will you, Harry, but I do not plan for that to happen," He said as he closed the book in his hands and placed it on the stack he assumed Harry had gotten out to read.
"Really?"
"Yes really… while you were at school I have been making a name for myself under another name. With some alterations here and there, I have become a powerful political figurehead. I have quite the number of people pushing for things I have suggested, and even Fudge is on board to some if not most of what I have put forth for him to think about."
"You have?"
Voldemort chuckled, "Did you think that I would be sitting around and doing nothing while you were away… other than planning raids and the like?"
"Well to be honest, I didn't know what you were doing. After my training sessions, you usually vanished for long periods, and I didn't know why…. Wait, are you that political person named Zane Thallorian, the guy from overseas that is considered a political genius?"
Voldemort laughed a bit, "I wouldn't say political genius….just more open minded and able to persuade the masses with carefully constructed words to appease their more… light-like expectations when they are in fact my original plans just twisted a bit to move things along faster."
"So… what does that have to do with me and Draco?"
"Come here, my little dragon," Voldemort said, and Harry complied and slipped out of his chair and into Voldemort's lap.
Harry felt Voldemort shift his body to where he was sitting side ways in his lap. It was enough for Harry to tuck his head under his chin as Voldemort ran his fingers through his hair. He listened to his heartbeat as the man sat there with him, thinking over what he would say. Harry felt safe in these arms as if nothing could ever harm him as long as he was there with him.
"Harry, I plan to put a force in motion that will ensure you and Draco stay out of the way of political and medial gain. If it fails, then I will take you both in-"
"What?" Harry tried to look up at him, but Voldemort forced him to stay put.
"I will take you both in, but you will stay with the Malfoy's. If there is one thing that I am sure of, it is you both staying with your family… I shudder to think what kind of trouble you two could get into under someone else's roof."
Harry felt happy about that, but the last part made him give a sour look, "S'not my fault that trouble seems to follow me around like a bad penny."
Voldemort chuckled at that, "Yes, trouble does follow you around, doesn't it?"
Harry sighed and started to give off a low rumbling purr as he sat there curled up against Voldemort. To think the man had once wanted him dead and was now all cuddly with him was something Harry had never imagined in his wildest dreams. He buried his face into the man's throat as he continued to purr, and he sighed softly. The fingers in his hair turned into a soft gentle messaging of his scalp, and Harry enjoyed it even more.
"So, why did your eyes stay red?" He asked, jumping back to their original topic before his fears had sunk in.
"That was because of my homunculus… It is something of a demon form crafted by magic and basilisk venom to keep me alive."
"Oh…what were they before being red?"
"They were dark… like a dark brown color that was close to black."
"Huh… I can't imagine you with eyes like that."
Voldemort chuckled, "That is because all you see is the blood red you have known for quite some time."
"I guess… Hey, Tom… I've been wondering…what was your past like?"
Harry felt when Voldemort stiffened, and his hand stilled on its stroking and messaging. At first, Harry was afraid he'd overstepped a boundary that subconsciously he himself had drawn thinking the Dark Lord would not like crossed. There was a deep sigh, and the hand resumed what it was doing before as silence fell. Harry thought that Voldemort would not answer him, but he eventually did after a while.
"I was raised in a muggle orphanage, Harry… my mother had died, and my father was what most would call a no show and skipped out of town before I was born. My mother's death is what instilled my fear and loathing for death. If she was magical, then why couldn't she prevent her own death…" He trailed off and after a while, he picked his story back up, "It was there at that orphanage that I learned I was magical in the first place."
"I could make things move without touching them, and I could make animals do whatever I wanted without even training them. I learned that I could make things happen to people that hurt me while I was there, and it was there that I learned I was able talk to snakes. They always seemed to find me and whisper to me… they were the only friends I had known," Voldemort told him, and Harry drank the information up as he silently listened.
"It was while I was there that I eventually met Dumbledore."
"Was he the Headmaster in your time?"
"No, he wasn't… but he had found me none the less under the request of Headmaster Dippet at the time. The man had told me what I was, and I was egger to prove I was better than them because I was special."
"Did you have any friends while going to Hogwarts?"
"At the time, Harry, I saw no one as a friend… I had thought them all beneath me. Those, who had seemed outwardly close to me, were those seeking some kind of protection, seeking some form of glory or thuggish beings that were looking to me to show them some other form of refined cruelty. They were the first few who would later become my first Death Eaters."
"Are some of them still around?"
"A few, Abraxas Malfoy…Lucius's father was one of them, but he is long dead now. He died of Dragon
Pox from what I hear."
"Which ones are still around?"
"Mulciber Jr., Nott Sr., Rabastan Lestrange, Rosier, Walden Macnair, Lestrange Sr., and Avery Sr., who in which you seem to have issues with his son Avery Jr."
Harry scrunched up his face, "That man… is irritating."
"It appears so," He chuckled.
"Where they always called Death Eaters back then?"
"No, they weren't known as that at all back then. They used to call themselves the Knights of Walpurgis."
"The Knights of Walpurgis? Seriously?"
Voldemort quirked a brow at his words, "It was a fine name, that didn't draw to much attention to our group… and seemed harmless."
"I guess it sounds harmless… It actually sounds like you were a light group and not a dark one."
"Thus implies the genius of the name."
Harry chuckled a bit, "Yes, you are a genius"
"I aim to be, anyways where was I… ah yes, after creating my group, I eventually found myself despising muggle-borns and muggles. It was around that time I wanted to purge the school of people unfit to learn magic. So, I went to the Chamber of Salazar Slytherin and tamed the beast within before setting it loose on the students in the school… many were injured, and after the death of one girl by the name of Myrtle, they threatened to close the school."
"I remember her telling me about that day," he mused softly.
"She is still around then?"
"Yes, she's what everyone refers to as Moaning Myrtle. She hangs around the girl's lavatory, and basically, it's always empty because she's there. It makes it an ideal place to brew potions when you don't want people to know you're doing so."
"Sounds like you've been breaking some rules," He hummed.
"Hermione, Ron, and I always broke rules… but we never got expelled."
"I would love to hear of these tall tales someday."
"They were hardly tall tales since they involved you in some way."
"I guess… now… It was during my last year at Hogwarts that I met a young woman. I can't recall her true name or what she looked like. She always seemed to find trouble though as though she was a magnet for it. She was the only one I think I ever tried to get close too, and it's unnerving that even to this day, I can't recall any detail about her other than how she acted. She had a spunky attitude, and a dark nature about her that seemed to draw me in."
"Gee, sounds like you had a crush on her," Harry said dejectedly but didn't know why he felt upset about it.
Voldemort smirked, "I might have, but she is gone."
"What happened to her?"
"She disappeared some time during the war, after I had vanished that is. She was one of the few waiting outside the Potter house that night… from what I heard she tried to keep the death eaters together, when they were attacked… Many of the ones that were with her had died, and the others were captured. They told me they didn't know what happened to her afterwards. They assumed she was killed like the others, and since no one has seen her since… we can attest that she may be."
"I'm sorry…"
"Don't be, Harry, it was a long time ago," he hummed as he stroked the side of Harry's cheek, "Anyways… after the war I was a floating spirit for a long time and was eventually found by Wormtail. Who helped me to create a body for myself after the incident with your First year; from there I lived as a Homunculus till the day you fell into my life once more…and you know the rest."
"Did you ever meet your dad again?"
"Yes…"
"What happened?"
"I killed him, Harry… he was a vile man, and the Gaunt family was no different. My mother's brother thought me to be a disgrace because my mother had loved a muggle. She ran off with the Slytherin necklace and disgraced the Gaunt house… they all died… I made sure they all did."
Harry was quiet for a long time, "So, you're a half blood?"
"Yes… I have the blood of a half breed. It was part of the reason why I hated my own blood."
Harry didn't like the tone Voldemort was using and nuzzled into his neck, "I don't care if you are a half blood, Tom." He said it so softly that Tom had a hard time hearing it even with his heightened sense of hearing.
Voldemort gave a gentle smile that he didn't often show, and Harry was currently missing it because he had his face in the man's neck, "Thank you, my first generation pureblood."
Harry blinked, "Huh?"
"You, Harry… though many would call you a half blood as well because of your muggle-born mother… are actually considered a first generation pureblood. Both of your parents were magical parents and powerful ones at that during my time. Your father was an Auror, and your mother was a very bright witch. None the less, you were a first generation pureblood, and based off your findings now… it can disprove the whole muggle-born spectrum."
"I… didn't know that," He mused, "I always thought I was a half-blood really…"
Voldemort chuckled, "You aren't….and neither am I anymore… since your blood flows within me now rather than my muggle fathers."
Harry looked up at him after finally being able to pull away. He looked into crimson eyes as they stared at him, the dragon slits being the only sign of the dragon blood in his current form. So, in a way… had Harry saved Voldemort from himself? He wasn't sure, but the direction things were going this time around seemed… right somehow. People weren't going missing like in the first war, torture however… that would probably be a different issue, and even Harry wasn't impervious to doing such a thing.
Harry was snapped out of his thoughts at the feel of a hand against the side of his face. A thumb gently stroked over his cheek before running over his bottom lip, causing Harry to shiver slightly. His eyes that had looked away when he was thinking slowly drifted back to Voldemort's crimson colored ones. Without much off a warning, Voldemort captured his lips in a passionate kiss, causing yet another shiver to race down his spine.
Harry had never been kissed like this before, matter of fact he couldn't remember ever receiving a kiss. Not even when Vernon had been raping him all those years. To be honest, he was a little unsure as well as a bit scared. His fear of sexual things had slowly died down over the year, but he knew if it came to getting around to that point again, he would be scared shitless. He wasn't sure when he'd ever be ready for something more than a simple touch or kiss.
Voldemort swiped his tongue over Harry's bottom lip, and he gasped at the odd sensation it gave, only to give the older male a chance to delve into his mouth with his tongue. Harry shivered and mewled into the kiss, his body going slack against the other man. A soft rumbling laugh emitted from Voldemort before he pulled away and pressed his forehead to Harry's. His vibrant eyes stared into Harry's half-lidded eyes as he breathed slightly heavier than before the kiss.
"Come, my little dragon, Narcissa awaits us downstairs. She had the elves prepare a welcome home dinner for you and Draco. After that we have plans to go through for the war ahead of us," He said as he stroked the side of Harry's face again.
"Okay…" He breathed, unable to push his mind to think of much else after the kiss he'd received, which had left him breathless and blushing.
{A Shadowed Life}
The following days passed slowly, and often, Harry had to go out as Orion to be within his department at the Ministry doing paper work and scheduling appointments. What surprised him is that people overseas were seeking him out for wards as well as a few others in the ward department. To be honest, he didn't think he was all that special, but then again Harry always thought that about himself regardless of his talents.
He was in his office when the Minister decided to stop by, but who was with him is what surprised him the most. He could sense who it really was without even being able to see who it was. He smiled widely at the sight of the Minister and Tom, or as Harry knew Voldemort in disguise. Harry looked over the man's Parseltongue glamoured form since he didn't get to see it before that day. He had to say Tom had down a wonderful job on this form.
Zane Thallorian was a man who looked regal, and his whole presence screamed for attention. Tom had chosen to do blond hair, not platinum blond like Lucius, Draco, and his persona Evan, but it was a darker looking blond that made his deep-sea blue eyes stand out. His skin was tanned a golden color, and his features were sharp and angular like one would expect from a pure blood. To say he looked like someone born of royalty wasn't too far off the mark for this persona of his.
"Good Evening, Minister Fudge," He shook the man's clammy hand.
"Good Evening, Mr. Black," He said with a wide smile.
Harry looked to Tom, "I do not believe I have met your companion. He is the politician I have been hearing a lot of about, correct?"
"Oh yes, this is Zane Thallorian. He is accompanying me today to see the other departments, and he personally requested to meet you after hearing so much about you from myself and others," Cornelius Fudge blathered on.
Tom stepped forward and extended his hand with a smirk, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Black. I have heard quiet a lot of good things about you. I would very much like to see you at work sometime if you don't mind."
"I certainly don't mind, sir. My next appointment for ward making is in a few days since a couple of people have canceled on me at the last moment," He said as he looked over a sheet on his desk, "If you do not mind, I will contact Minister Fudge, and he can get ahold of you when that time draws near."
"Or you could contact me directly," Tom smirked, "I can give you the address to my home, so you can send an owl to me."
"That would be splendid," He said to him.
"Fantastic… Minister, would it be alright if Mr. Black here accompanied us to lunch. I'm sure he deserves a bit of a break since it seems he has been hard at work, probably since this morning it seems," He said as he eyed Harry's desk.
Harry knew the desk looked like chaos since papers were strewn over the expanse of the desk. Stacks of record logs and folders were unceremoniously stacked on one corner of his desk as other odds and end occupied other areas like scrolls, unopened mail, and broken and unbroken quills. Harry inwardly sighed because he had been hard at work all morning. After the ward department had been created and put into action, Harry was struggling to record past ward logs, and present ward logs kept coming in.
"Of course, I'm sure Mr. Black needs a break as well," The minister smiled and turned to Harry, "You will join us, won't you?"
"I would be honored to join you both," Harry replied, and he saw the glimmer in Tom's eyes and knew the man was pleased by his answer.
After that, Harry put away a few important documents and put the others he had yet to go through into a drawer in his desk. Effectively cleaning up his work space a bit more before he left with Tom and the Minister. They flooed out of the ministry to a café the minister loved going to, where they gained an area that was private for their discussions. Harry listened to the two converse, and he was surprised that Tom's personality, considering this persona was completely different from his Voldemort and Tom one.
Harry had personal experience with Tom and Voldemort. Voldemort being the ruthless and over bearing leader, and then there was Tom thoughtful, possessive, and surprisingly gentle. Zane on the other hand was a smooth talker and a manipulator of words. He was skilled with the silky voice he donned in luring in his prey into believing something was a good idea. He gave many of his own points of view on things and Fudge listen attentively.
It was during the discussion on magical children that Harry became attentive to the conversation immediately. So far, he could tell by the conversation that they were discussing magical children, who had been orphaned. It seemed like a wonderful topic for him to jump into. Since being Orion, he had more hands-on experience with the subject. Harry drew Fudge's attention with ease, and Tom slid in to give his support of what was being said.
"You see, Minister, magical children within the Muggle world aren't accepted," Harry started off, "I believe that identifying them at a younger age could very well help them before something horrible happens to them."
"What do you mean, Orion?" Fudge asked with a puzzled look.
"If I recall correctly, Mr. Black was an orphan before coming into a magical family, yes?"
"Yes, it is known amongst quite a few people that I was an orphan before coming into the family I have now, which is why I implore you, Minister Fudge, to think seriously about this. My first muggle family did not take well to my magical abilities. Even at the orphanage, it was pretty bad," Harry made his outwards appearance seem hesitant and looking as though, he was unwilling to relive those memories.
"What happened, Mr. Black?" Fudge looked encouraging and sympathetic.
Harry hesitated a bit longer than he intended but talking about such things always bothered him, it seemed, "Go on, Mr. Black, I'm sure speaking about it will help this case that we are trying to present," Tom said to him.
Harry sighed, "Minister… my muggle family back then had been abusive towards me. So much so, that they didn't care if I died when they… 'punished' me for things I had no control over."
Fudge paled, "When you say punished…"
"When I say punished, I mean every variation of the word. They beat me to the point I bled and till bones broke. They mentally abused me until I was so submissive that I wouldn't dare use magic around them," he hesitated on the next thing he was to say, "It… also did not stop them from using me either, when their marriage started to crumble… and they blamed me for it."
Fudge's eyes were wide with disbelief, "That can't be right…Children lash out magically when abused."
"It is, Minister Fudge, true children lash out magically, and I did that plenty of times growing up, but being beaten… often stops something from occurring if it happens often enough. It did not stop them from continuing to do so… even accidental magic was reprimanded with a punishment. If you need proof, ask those who I have been living with this past year… who have seen the proof and heard me scream at night from my nightmares… or would you like to see the proof?" Harry said to him, his eyes showing sadness and distance at the same time.
"I do not lie about what happened to me, and I try so hard to forget it, but I never will. The emotional, mental and physical scars will probably never go away. I don't need anyone to believe it… as long as I know it happened, nothing will ever change that… but I don't want other innocent children to suffer the same way I did."
Fudge was silent for a while and thoughtful before his face turned serious, "You'd be willing to show me this proof then?" Harry nodded, "Very well after we finish here, we will head back to my office where we can gather all this proof and work from there to put this into action for others to be protected from."
Harry was nervous to say the least, but Tom's constant presence soothed his restless dragon side and calmed him down greatly. After their discussion was over and lunch had been finished, they headed back to the Ministry and talked over procedures that the man would need to have them documented. Tom personally recommended some people, and Fudge agreed to it. However, the minister recommended that Dumbledore be present as well.
Harry was confused as to why the old fool should be privy to what was going on, but he bit his lip and didn't say a word. Harry had to remind himself that his Orion persona wasn't usually an angry person. He was supposed to be open and friendly to everyone and outgoing despite his past. He glanced to Tom, and though he didn't show much himself, he could tell the man was not pleased with this assessment.
They waited for the chosen to come, and when they did, Harry felt glad to know Narcissa was amongst the ones that had been asked to be there. Dumbledore had brought Snape, and Tom smiled politely though he knew the man was glad the potion master was there. Dolores Umbridge was there as a representative as well as Amelia Bones. The healer… or doctor in this case was an older man that Harry recognized as a tier-three Death Eater.
He relaxed a bit more, but this meant a lot of people he knew would find out just how bad his past had been. Harry made his Orion persona appear hesitant, and Minister Fudge coaxed him forth with Narcissa's help. It was thanks to Narcissa that Harry took a step forward and removed his shirt. It was good that he'd decided to wear a long sleeve shirt that day instead of his normal open back shirt, mostly because he'd felt he'd needed to that day.
"Come, Orion, we are all friends here," she said softly to him, and he nodded.
Harry removed his robe and showed hesitance at his shirt, his hands trembling to give off his nervousness, as he slipped his shirt up over his head. He watched as Tom grimaced, mostly for show since he already knew about it. Amelia and Dolores covered their mouths in wide eyed horror, and Fudge looked pale as a ghost. What got his attention more was the look Snape gave him, it wasn't directed at him, he knew that much, but the man looked furious like he was going to rip someone apart.
Even through the black tattoo on his back, everyone could see the big bolded letters of the word 'Freak' across the top of his back. They could see the scars of years of abuse littering said back, though some could not be seen as well as others did. The tattoo however did not stop the ones on his arms and chest from being seen either. The doctor stepped up, his own face pale, as he glanced at everyone in the room.
He looked to Tom, and Tom nodded to him in permission to look over the wounds. "What are we looking for, sir?" He asked the Minister.
"We are looking for proof, but judging by what I see, it seems proof enough, but I would like your expert opinion to see if these are as old as he says they are," The doctor nodded and mumbled a few spells over Harry's body.
The man's eyes bulged at the readings he received back, "Minister, these are very old, this one," he pointed to the word freak, "Was done around the time he was a young teen. The smaller and scattered scars are just as old, if not older. That's not all his bone structure consists of breaks that healed wrongly and have been re-broken to be set right. Whether the re-brake was his own doing or not is left to be seen."
"I did… Usually, when it was my arms or ribs that needed the re-break. I don't deny that at all," He stated softly, shivering at a memory he wasn't fond of at all.
"Ms. Malfoy, you say you watched him go through night terrors, correct?"
"Yes, sometimes they were so bad that Lucius and I feared he would accidently hurt himself," She looked at Harry, and he nodded, telling her it was okay. "He had been going through them silently from what we could tell, and he pretended the next morning that he was entirely fine, but we could see that these nightmares were taking a toll on the young man. So, we helped him and gave him therapy… we can provide the documentation if you'd like."
"That would be splendid, Mrs. Malfoy," Minister Fudge said.
"What is to say these scars aren't faked Minister, there are potions and spells out there to deceive medical spells," The doctor looked indignant at Dumbledore's words.
"How can you say that? These wounds look real to me, Headmaster," Amelia practically screeched at him.
"If it's a spell putting forth these scars, why not say a counter spell that dispels such thing?" Snape droned out having recovered from his anger.
"Good idea, Mr. Snape. Zane, would you do the honors to see if such a thing has occurred?" Tom nodded, but he was visibly showing his anger. Similarly, Amelia was showing her anger as well as Dolores, who was still silent, and Narcissa, who was glaring daggers at Dumbledore for such words.
"I will cast multiple dispelling spells to see if you are hiding the fact that you are truthfully not injured," Tom started to cast spells, all of which were verbal so others knew what they were, and when nothing was revealed, he turned to Dumbledore, "Headmaster, is this sufficient enough proof?"
Dumbledore didn't even show if he was troubled or not, but something in his eyes was dark as he smiled and nodded, "It seems that will be enough. Mr. Black indeed has been proven that these are real."
There were audible sighs, but Harry wasn't paying attention to them. He'd been without his robes or shirt for quite some time. The room was cold, which showed that Fudge liked his office cool. Harry was starting to feel the effects, and he wavered on his feet a bit. Dolores spoke up this time after being quiet for so long.
"Are you alright, Mr. Black?"
Harry didn't answer since to him her voice sounded as though it was far away, and before he knew it, he was collapsing. Tom caught him before he could even hit the ground. Harry heard frantic voices, but they all seemed muffled to him, and his eyes blurred a bit as he shivered in Tom's arms. He felt a hand on his forehead, and it was removed quickly.
"…burning up…been… before?" Harry didn't understand anything being said, "…condition… small."
Harry shivered once again and curled up closer to Tom, whose grip tightened on him. It wasn't long before Harry passed out, and Tom knew he needed to get Harry out of that office and some place warmer. Narcissa had been explaining his condition to everyone in the room after Amelia had felt his forehead and revealed how hot he was to the touch and asked if he'd ever been this way before.
{A Shadowed Life}
Narcissa had said he'd had the condition since he was real young. She said that his current state happened when he stayed in a room that was cold for too long. Minister Fudge profusely apologized and that if he had known, he would have found a much warmer room to conduct this all in. Narcissa said he didn't know, and Orion had been secretive about his conditions to keep people from worrying and to live normally.
It was shortly after that, they accompanied Narcissa to the Malfoy Manor. Dumbledore as well followed along, which annoyed Tom to no end. Tom quickly helped Lucius warm Harry up the best they could, and Amelia and Narcissa escorted everyone out of the room to let Orion rest. Harry was still shivering but was doing better now. Tom left Harry to Lucius, who looked worried and was doing all he could to keep heat inside Harry's body.
The man was casting some warming charms by the time Tom left the room and appeared in the living room. From there, Zane took over the conversation and had Fudge agreeing readily that there would be changes about magical children in the muggle world. New orphanages would start opening up in the wizarding world for magical children, but it would take some time to accomplish this feat.
Dumbledore seemed to look displeased and had been watching Tom irritatingly close. The man also asked questions about this plan Zane had for the magical children and orphanages. He answered with the same excuse he'd given Fudge as well as the proof Orion gave to them all. Eventually, Dolores and Amelia left the room as well as Snape followed by the Minister and Dumbledore.
Zane had told Fudge that he would stick around to see if the young man was okay and inform him later on his condition. The Minister seemed happy about it while Dumbledore had not. When they were finally all gone other than the doctor, who was staying to help in case they need his assistance with Harry, Tom dropped his Parseltongue glamour. He made his way upstairs, his crimson eyes looking into the room that held Harry within it. Lucius was still hovering over him like a worried father as he wiped away sweat that collected on Harry's brow.
"How is he doing?"
"He's recovering but slowly, my lord," Lucius said softly.
"I see…"
Tom was upset that he hadn't thought about Harry's condition upon entering that room. To Voldemort it had been quite pleasant, but he knew better than that with Harry. Harry was a rare anomaly for his race. Something such as his condition never happened open and when it did those dragons never lasted long unless they were with a hoard that could keep them warm. Tom stepped into the room at this thought and he ordered Lucius to get out and he did so without hesitation.
It was obvious that the heating charms were not working for him, the dragon's body retained heat warmer than one being. Judging by what Draco had said, it had taken Harry quite a while last time to recover, and Draco had had to let Snape in on his absence to help deal with Dumbledore. Mostly claiming the boy was sick and needed time to rest. At least, it had kept the old fool from snooping when Snape was around, and he was grateful for it.
Sighing, Voldemort climbed into the bed next to Harry, pulling the boy close to him, and Harry immediately nuzzled closer, drawn in by the warmth of the other males. He tucked Harry up under his chin and sighed again, his red eyes staring off at a wall silently as he let his thoughts wander. Ever since Harry came to them, Voldemort had found himself enjoying the boy's company.
His plans involving the boy were something he knew that was a must, but now he was going out of his way to make the key to everything happy. He had also noted the boy's deteriorating personality and how much darker it was getting, let alone the fact the boy didn't smile often. The times he did they were usually hollow and empty, but the rare ones that held so much emotion, he found himself cherishing them.
He placed a hand on the back of Harry's head. Several months had passed since the day Harry had come to him. Several months he spent teaching and training him, and still Harry thirsted to learn more than what he already knew. Was it to escape his past or was it to become stronger with just knowledge itself? The latter was probably more than unlikely, and judging by the information he'd learned over the years, it was probable that he was running. Voldemort knew all too well what he was running from. His past was something that haunted the boy even when he tried to ignore it. The light inside Harry turned grey with each and every day, until his soul would finally become black. He was made privy to the letters he sent to the Malfoys' house during his time at Hogwarts. To most, the letters were innocent, but to Voldemort, they were guarded, which told him of the tight hold Harry had on his emotions.
"T-Tom?" He heard the soft voice and looked down at the slowly rousing male.
"I'm here Harry," Tom said, stroking the side of his face.
"S-so cold."
Voldemort smirked and chuckled slightly as Harry tried to bury himself up against him. He shifted slightly to fit Harry against him now, their limbs tangled together as they layed there. It was rare moments such as this when Harry let him get this close. Other times had been met with panic when they got this close. He'd kissed Harry all of two times, but this kind of closeness had been a no go for a long time.
"Sleep Harry," He said to him.
"N-not t-tired, just c-cold," He stammered.
Voldemort chuckled and just held him close. He had to admit though since Harry came to him, things had changed a lot. Not only had he regained most of his emotions that he had sorely lacked. He was starting to believe that using Horcruxes had been a mistake from the start. Though, if he hadn't, would he have ever met his little dragon? He assumed not, considering that he probably wouldn't have been there when Harry was old enough to be like this with him.
Voldemort glanced down at Harry, whose eyes were barely open as his shiver slowly slowed to soft trembles instead. Harry glanced up when he'd sensed someone was watching him and Voldemort just stroked the side of his face gently. Harry's face seemed to heat up as a blush slowly appeared on his features, his eyes slightly going wide as he looked up at him.
Voldemort leaned down slowly and captured his lips into a gentle kiss. He felt Harry tense, but it eventually died down, and Harry seemed to melt against him. He could hear that Harry's breathing was fast, and he pulled away to press his forehead to Harry's. His crimson eyes watched Harry's silently as the wide pupils slowly narrowed once again. His breathing started to calm, and Voldemort stroked the side of his face once again.
He didn't need any words to tell him that the other male wasn't ready for such closeness. It was a start however, and Harry hadn't completely freaked out about the situation like he had the first time when he'd been teasing the boy. He sighed softly but didn't push the other, and Harry stayed quiet, only ducking his head back up under Voldemort's chin. Voldemort sighed but otherwise said nothing as he held the boy against him. It wasn't long after that that Harry fell asleep, his warm breath finding his skin beneath his shirt. Stroking long fingers through his unbraided hair, he thought to himself before falling asleep himself. Both tangled together as they slept and both unknowing of the two standing in the doorway, watching them with gentle smiles.
{A Shadowed Life}
Days had gone by since the incident, and the minister had basically given him the month off. This was no thanks to Tom sticking his nose into everything, and Harry was feeling bored to hell. Draco was off to one side of the room, reading some book he'd bought. Harry sighed for the umpteenth time, and Draco dropped the book into his lap and groaned.
"Blood hell, Harry, why don't you find something to do if you're so bored?" He sighed.
"I can't. I've read every book in the library."
"No, you haven't," Draco deadpanned.
"Actually yes, I have, and I have had plenty of time to do so," He sighed, considering the days he had to relive everything.
"What? You can't be serious," Draco gave a look of disbelief, "You're a bigger nerd then that Granger girl."
Harry chuckled, "Maybe."
"Great… You seriously need a g-" he paused, and his eyes went wide while his smirk became extremely mischievous, "We should 'make' you a girl."
Harry's eyes went wide, "No way."
Harry jumped up from his seat when Draco's smirk turned into a full blow out smile. Harry was down the hall with Draco hot on his heels as he slid across the hall on a sharp turn. He could hear Draco slam into the wall behind him. Harry was significantly faster than Draco thanks to his enhanced speed do to the serpentine dragon he was. He eventually lost Draco, and Harry panted heavily as he listened for the other but could hear nothing.
He stayed there for quite a while hearing nothing and figured the other male must have given up. He slowly walked down the hall, his senses on high alert as he walked down the hall. He suddenly felt like a gazelle being hunted by a lion. His heart was in his throat, and he had a smile plastered to his lips as though he was enjoying this little game of cat and mouse.
Harry paused when he heard a strange sound coming from nearby. At first, he thought maybe it was just one of the elves, but the next thing he knew, he was on the floor pinned under a deviously smirking Draco Malfoy. Harry stared at him wide eyed and knew more than anything this wasn't going to end pleasantly for him.
"Now that I have your attention again, we are going to make you a girl," Draco said, smirking.
"Dray, that is impossible," Harry tried to lie to him.
"No, it's not. I remember our Lord telling you anything is possible with that parsle-magic you use. Now with that established," He chuckled, "Let's get this over with."
Harry groaned, "Are you serious?"
Draco laughed and nodded as he helped him up, "Don't you ever wonder what you could look like as a girl?"
Harry blushed, "Not until now no…"
"Well then, let's get started," He smirked, "Since we're going to do this keep you original eye color and for your hair…"
"Wait, you are acting like I will go out like that," Harry paled.
Draco chuckled, "Why not? Sure, someone might enjoy it."
Harry blushed when the Dark Lord popped up in his mind, "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Sure, you don't," He chuckled, "It would make that person happy, and keep suspicions low."
"Fine," Harry said, ducking his head while still blushing like mad.
"Okay then… now, your hair shouldn't be your normal hair color," He looked Harry up and down a few moments, "Red."
"Red?"
"Yes, red, I think it would bring out your eyes a little bit more. Like a Phoenix or something," Draco mumbled.
Harry groaned softly, but he submitted and told Draco to leave the room he had dragged him into at some point. He promised the other male he would do what the other had suggested, but he wanted him to be out of the room for now. Harry wanted him to leave because the parseltongue magic he had to use was one that wasn't a glamour it was like shifting things around like a shape shifter would. It was similar to transforming into his dragon form willingly, and all Harry had to do was bring forth a female human form instead, which would take a several minutes to perfect.
"You better keep your promise, Harry. I will stay out here all day until you do as I suggested," He smirked before the door closed.
Harry sighed and leaned his forehead against the door. What had he literally gotten himself into? Draco was definitely a force to be reckoned with and now Harry had to keep his promise or suffer for it when he didn't. He groaned and pulled away from the door before sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room, placing his hands on his knees. He was embarrassed about all of this, but to get Draco off his case, he knew he had to do what the other male suggested. Shaking his head slightly, he pushed his thoughts away and cleared his mind as he focused on the task at hand. He poured his attention and magic into the spell that he was now hissing out through his lips.
The swell of magic filled the air in the room, and he was sure Draco could feel the swell of magic through the door. He sighed and relaxed his magic once more before starting all over again. To be honest doing parsle-magic was exhausting, and even with his dragon energy, he still felt drained. Outwardly, however, Harry's hair flickered from black to a dark red color. His hair looking as though a small flame was flicking to life as time ticked by. What was uncomfortable to him was that his shirt became tight on him. He grimaced but ignored it as he concentrated. This kept on in the same manner for about half an hour before Harry paused to rest a bit. After he was able to complete this task the first time, it would be simple to do it every other time later on. Changing into another form would be as easy as taking a breath of air and would only take a second to do because his body would forever remember the form.
When Harry was ready once more, he picked up where he left off. He closed his eyes and breathed in and out evenly, feeling as his own magic filled the air around him, and his form changed slowly. After several more minutes, Harry was leaned forward on the floor, his hands splayed out in front of him as he panted before allowing himself to fall back and lay on the floor, his chest rising and falling swiftly.
"Harry, are you finished now?" came Draco's voice from the other side of the door, obviously sensing the magic inside the room dying down.
Harry sighed it was now or never, "Y-yeah."
He heard the door open and feet approach where he was in the middle of the room before they stopped, and he saw Draco leaning over him. His face held surprise, and Harry just blinked up at him, owlishly. He sat up and shifted slightly, tilting his head to the right slightly to stare at the blond before he spoke.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing… have you had a chance to look at yourself since changing?"
"No, I was too tired to really move," Harry said puzzled.
Draco straightened out and pulled out his wand before conjuring a mirror, "Here, take a look."
Harry had to blink in surprise as he looked into the full-length mirror that popped up in the room. Harry stood, and Draco took a step back to watch Harry look over his work. What caught his eyes first was the hair. The red wavy rivers cascading down his form shimmered just like fire in the light. He'd seen people in the muggle world that had hair as red as his was, but his green eyes seemed to draw out the look a little more. Pale skin made the look something close to an Irish look, but where his eyes fell to next was his now current figure. Smooth flowing curves of his body gave an hourglass look to it, showing elegance in the way he moved. His face heated up when he noted the chest area was rather big, and he had to wonder if his dragon preferred it that way, just as it had with his true form. He felt the slight satisfaction that he could easily identify as his more dragon-like side.
Harry blinked, "I can't believe this is me."
"I have to admit I didn't think it would turn out like this, but it works more then I imagined it would," Draco said with a large smile.
Harry glanced over his shoulder at him, "You're going to make me go out there, aren't you?"
"Oh yes, definitely," Draco laughed. and Harry sighed.
Draco called for one of the house elves, and a female showed up at his call, "What Mimzy be doing for young master?"
"I would like you to get perfectly measured outfits for Harry here."
Mimzy blinked and looked over to Harry, "Why Master Potter be lookin' like a girl?"
Draco laughed, and Mimzy's eyes went wide, "Mimzy be sorry… she not mean to offend."
"Its okay, Mimzy," Harry said softly, glad that the Malfoy's no longer treated their house elves so poorly anymore.
Mimzy gave a slight nod and started getting measurements as Draco went and wrote down a list of clothes that would flatter Harry's figure. Draco, having been with his mother several times when she went on a shopping spree, knew just what was needed. Harry sighed as he just stood there and took it as he thought about what age his new form could pull off. It was definitely someone close to the last year in Hogwarts or close to someone fresh out of Hogwarts. Either way, it benefited him a little if he truly needed the form for any reason.
Once done, Draco made sure Harry stayed in the form he'd created, and they spoke about random off the wall things to get Harry's mind off what he was doing. When Mimzy came back, Draco once again stepped out of the room to leave Harry to change clothes. Harry found it really annoying to deal with a woman's bra, not to mention it was uncomfortable, no wonder they complained about them. He sighed and switched to one that didn't have a wire and then moved on to other items.
By the time Harry was finished, his face was beat red with embarrassment. Until that day, he'd never seen a female body naked before, and having that body be his own somehow made him feel odd about it all. He knew if Draco or anyone else planned to force him into this form often, then he'd have to get used to it.
"Come in, Dray," Harry said as the door creaked open.
"That looks good on you," Draco smirked.
"Oh come on, Dray, I feel awkward in all of this… more specifically being like this is making me feel strange," he sighed.
"Get used to it because I don't plan on this wasting into the shadows," He laughed.
Harry sighed, somehow he knew the other would say that, "So, what's the plan?"
"Hmm, how about we go out to Diagon Alley?" he smirked before he started to drag Harry down the hall with him, "Hey mom, can Harry and I go to Diagon Alley?"
Narcissa looked up and about had a heart attack to see someone unfamiliar in the house, but the wards had not gone off. Harry blushed under her gaze, and he tried to get words to come out of his mouth, but all that did come out was a small squeak. He ducked his head, and he heard her approach them and could practically feel Draco smiling smugly.
"Harry?" Harry nodded to her, "What possessed you to do this?"
Harry looked to Draco, who laughed, "My idea, mom. Thought it would be interesting and that someone might appreciate it a little."
Narcissa sighed, "Well, I'll go with you, okay?"
"Thanks, mom," Draco said as he gave a smug smirk to Harry, who looked flabbergasted that Narcissa wasn't stopping this.
"Why do I feel like everyone is against me here?" Harry murmured.
"We aren't against you, just showing you off," Draco laughed.
"Hush, Draco, you're making him uncomfortable," She shushed the other male, and he returned to a cocky smirk, "Now what is your name to be in this form?"
"How about Briar Rose?" Harry asked.
"I like it," Narcissa said softly, "Now, your background just in case someone asks… how about you're a friend of the family, but because of your mother, you often travel around so you don't stick around in one place often."
Harry nodded, his voice still soft but definitely held a bell like feminine tone to it, "Okay."
Harry was starting to wonder just what had he gotten himself into and was going to happen from that point on. Something told him that something big was around the corner for him, but whether it was good or bad remained to be seen.
Next Chapter- Wrong Time
Yes, once again an evil cliff hanger XD I'm bad… so, so bad lol.
Well everyone that is it for this chapter. Looking forward to your R&R's. See you all soon!
Beta'd by Anjel-Kitty
AN2:
Anjel: Robe taters? I don't think those would taste too good.
Lelu: Hey it's not my fault this damn thing hates me –pouts-
Anjel: -stares a moment before turning to look at story then Lelu- This better not turn into fem-Harry, considering I know you are a die-heart yaoi fangirl.
Lelu: -sweat drops and raises hands- I promise not a Fem-Harry fanfiction… just a needed persona to the plot twist –laughs nervously-
Anjel: -dark look- It better not be or we would have an issue.
Lelu: I promise –droopy kitty ears- I swear this will not be a Fem-Harry fanfic… It's creepy… No sexual content will go on between Tom and Harry while he's like this…
Anjel: -pets Lelu- Good kitty
Lelu: -purrs- Now…-points to her- Back to beta reading the rest –smirks evily-
Anjel: You're evil –face plants-