You know. I knew some people would disagree with the problem I placed down. But the sheer amount of hate actually managed to surprise me, more than how much hate I got from Anko Potter. Well, you all seemed to think that harry was too accepting of his new lot in life at the moment, not thinking that it was day goddamn one! Anyway, I fleshed out some of his emotions in this chapter. Thanks for all the lovely motivation to continue writing for you all, really, it does my heart fucking good. Here's your goddamn story

Chapter 10 - Summer Break and Adjusting

Seeing as it is about morning, I walk out of the store having spent quite a bit wandering around, I pull out the slip of paper the goblins gave to me. "Hyde's firm," it says. I follow the address to one of the border stores of Knockturn alley and enter. The front is a nice clean place, if a bit run down.

I see a secretary in front of me doing paperwork. "How can we help you today?" The woman says without looking up from her work. The woman has long black hair with a bit too much make-up slathered on her face. Reminds me of one of the classier strip hookers to be honest.

I put the slip of paper back into my pocket and say, "I would like to schedule an appointment with Mr. Hyde."

The woman pulls out a piece of paper, "Name?"

"Ha- Violet Black." She jumps and looks at me. Her gaze falls onto my headship ring. The woman hits a button on her desk and after a few seconds, a hunchbacked man with frizzy hair comes into the room in a rush.

The man looks around frantically, "What?! Where's the emergency, Jackie?!" 'Jackie' points at me with a fearful expression on her face. I guess the last head of the Blacks was not a good man. I give a jaunty wave at the pair. This seems to scare the two more than me just standing there.

"Hello sir, would you be Mr. Hyde?" He cautiously nods. "I am Violet Black, the new head of the Black house. I would like to go over with you how my house's vote will be used." The man's gaze jumps down to my ring and back to my face, only briefly taking in the blood stains on my clothing. Some of the new stains are bad enough for magic not to fix after only a glance over.

The man bows and beacons me to follow. We end up in the man's office and seated. "I will cut to the chase. I am considered a Blood-traitor I believe the term is and would like equality for muggle-born and dark creatures. My vote will not go to more of this incestuous nonsense that is going on now." The man writes this down. "If it is for a right of the muggle-born that will not harm my house, I would like the vote for it." The man nods some more, but I hear his heartbeat pick up for a second. Man, that was one big beat to hear through my bandana. "Of course I will be getting a report on all the issues that are to be voted on right?"

The man almost slouches as he nods. The bastard wanted to go around me on this. "Okay. What are the current views on the auror department?" This sets the tone and by noon, we have all the parts hashed out and I cover my tracks with loopholes the man would use to get his views into play.

Once I am done in the law firm, I leave and just rent a room in the Leaky Cauldron under the name of Violet Fox. No need to let everyone know there is a new Black. If the reactions of the people are to be followed, being a Black has a stigma to the name that I will need to research.

The next day, I am startled when an owl assaults me as I walk the street. It drops a letter on me as it flies over head. I barely catch the letter before it hits the ground.

Violet Black, the room in the corner of Leaky Cauldron.

You are accepted into Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. A representative will be by later today with your list and explain the future of your education to you.

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts

It would seem that I will be going to school this year. I travel to the book store and pick up my year books in Care of Magical creatures, the core class, Runes and Divination. I think that was what I signed up for in third year. I also grab a book on the Black family that is for public viewing.

I head back to the inn and go back to my room to shower so I am presentable to the teacher. My first shower in years. The warm water nearly makes me cry at the feeling of it falling down my body. The warmth and relaxing of my tense muscles keep my mind off that I am now a girl and washing a female's body. That is until I look down and see said body.

The fact that I am female hit me hard then. Tears come unwanted to my eyes, but I am able to keep them from spilling as I force my eyes up and to the wall. Taking the mental image of my naked body, I imagine myself slamming the picture against a wall until all I can think of was the picture of the male me punching something.

To keep that image, I start cleaning my long, masculine, hair. Nothing feminine about it, no. Cleaning my hair is always relaxing, but takes the longest, so it keeps me from thinking about anything. The feeling of silky clean hair was worth the time though. I might have it cut in a bit, when it starts really getting in the way, but for now it is fine.

I walk out of the shower in my underwear to let my hair dry so I don't get my clothes wet. As I move to my bed, I drop onto it before burrowing under my sheets, picking up a pillow, and screaming into as I try to let all my emotions of nervousness and fear into a scream of rage.

It works a little, and I did not cry as I let out my feelings, I did not! My mouth did not make any such noise, the tears were only from yelling too hard into my pillow, that is it! Removing the not-wet pillow, I take some deep breaths to get myself under control. I need something better to get my mind off this.

I take out one of my new medical books and begin to read it while I let my hair dry more before I wrap it. Yeah, it was wet, that is what happened to the pillow. I did not cry, that is not manly and I am still a guy, even if I did not have the parts. Before I get too far into it and make myself tired from focusing, I stash my gear and rifles into my satchel. I only keep out my clothes, pistols, knife, vest and medical bag out for quick access.

Three hours later, I surface from the book by a knock on the door. The book is full of medical babble, but I understand it perfectly and it gives methods using potions that would save people that would have been dead anyways. It seems like potions is the go to thing for medicine the wizarding world. It also seems that, like their eighteen century fashion, the medicine is stuck in the past as well. Their thought of cutting people open to fix things is that it is disturbing,dark, evil and borderline necromancy. Fools.

If you don't have the potions and some are REALLY hard to get judging by the recipes provided, then the person is dead. It takes three hours as I have to take a break every few minutes. I speed read through the text with my focus on in increments of fifteen minutes and rest for thirty before going again. My reserves may be huge, but fifteen minutes of real time under still kills me. I can only manage after six months of doing similar acts at the fort and learning how to cut my body's supply of the magic. It is all in my eyes and brain, just my eyes and brain.

I throw on some pants and one of my muscle shirts, without looking closely at my body, along with my coat and bandana. When I open the door, I see professor McGonagall standing in front of me with her usual no-nonsense face on. I nod at her and step to the side to let her enter. I toss the book I was reading into my bag as I sit on the bed and she takes the chair. I am on page one hundred of two thousand, so it will take at least a week or two to get through that book alone without too much distraction.

We stare at each other for a tick until I begin, "So… I'll be upfront to save us time. I do not know anything past second year stuff. I have the books and a method to memorize the books as well as power, but nothing is formal or official." The Scottish woman nods.

The older woman looks at a sheet of paper in her hand and loos back up at me. "It says here that you are fourteen, but you are obviously older. Born on July 31, 1980." I nod at the information. I do nothing more as it is not important. "You will start in fourth year, but take classes on the side until you catch up. There is no time for horsing around, but you will be caught up with the rest of your age group if you work hard."

I smile at that. The smile drops however when something comes to mind. I will be showering with people and I can't avoid that. I can't avoid showing myself if I go to school nor do I particularly want to hide anymore. It was quite freeing to walk around with my tail out with the tribals. "I… have a little condition that may be a bit of a problem." I gain the woman's full attention. "What is the schools policy with… Dark creatures?'

The old woman smiles gently at me, "We allow werewolves into school if they take wolfbane and not advertise what they are. Have no worries miss Black. One of my best students was one."

I shake my head. "Nothing like that ma'am. I had an incident when I was thirteen that mutated me. Completely muggle in method, but it is irreversible." I take off my bandana and pull my tail from my pants, the fluffy red and white fur was hidden under my other leg when I sat down. "I am part Fox now and I can not hide this if I will be showering with the students." I make sure my hair still covers my distinct scar that I will be fixing soon. I'll keep the bullet wound, but the lightning bolt disappears.

The woman stares at my ears and tail thinking. "What is this condition and what does it do?" The woman asks me without judging. All she wants to know is if it will hurt her students.

"Basic increase in balance due to the tail, sight, hearing and I think muscle density are also made better, but I'm not all together sure about that last part. I haven't really stopped fighting or working before now, so that might have been my life style." I point my muscles, which has very little fat, but that could be my intense training. "Nothing too big. It only affects me and no one else if that is what you mean. I'm like a... half-Veela, just part fox without transforming when angry, or the mind affects. Well... nothing like a Veela to be honest, but you get what I'm saying." The woman nods once more.

"That should be fine. You are still classified as a witch on this paper, so you can still come to school. Children are cruel, so you will have to be careful of bullying. Just report it if that happens and I'll take care of it. Hogwarts does not allow racism in our halls." I nod and slide my vest on under my coat as the woman stands up, putting all my weapons across my torso.

I notice that McGonagall is staring at my weapons. "No worries professor, I'll stash these weapons in my vault. I just do not trust this place to not take my things." I assure the woman and she gives a slow nod to show she heard me.

As I tie my feet and tail up under my pant leg, McGonagall asks, "What happened to your coat to have all that blood on it?"

I just grunt out, "field medic," as I finish tying my feet and pulling my bandana on. "Some stains don't come out with magic if there is too much of something for too long. If they do, there was not enough power behind the spell or not the right spell used."

I explain to her why I was a field medic on a story I made up on the spot, "Past three years, I've been a field medic for a group called the Followers. We help people around in impoverished states, focusing more on the ungoverned parts that need help from the warlords. Why I never finished my education and why I have guns. The drug addicts wanted our supplies and didn't know the subtlety of stealing under the cover of night. We used muggle methods of combat as all of us were muggles."

The professor nods as I finish throwing everything on. "We will start at the robe store, then pick up the potion supplies. I assume you have a wand." I shake my head no. "Okay, then we will pick up the wand last after we get you a trunk. Money?"

"Fifty gallons to be spent. Nothing more." The professor nods and leads me out of the establishment. We follow the schedule and go to the robe store first. I am once more set onto a stool next to a pureblood first year. This one looks just as smug as Malfoy, but I ignore him. "Please remove the vest and coat, so I can get your measurements."

I slide the clothing specified off and grab my hair up into my arms, so it doesn't get in the way. I see in the mirror, the tailor shocked at the amount of scars I have on my body as she roams my arms with her eyes. "Yes yes, I've gotten in a number of fights that ended with me taking some blades to my skin, please measure me." This makes the tailor blush at being caught staring and she gets to work. "Oh and I would like the male uniform."

The tailor begins to protest, but it dies when I glare down at her. I hum as she does all the measurements which only takes a few minutes. The pureblood boy leaves with his father, begging for ice cream on the way out. I am so happy he didn't try to make conversation like Malfoy did. From the little I heard him talk, the boy's voice annoys me.

The tailor says that the clothes will be ready in five minutes, so I wander around and pick out some clothing for casual wear as well as some underwear. The boxers are a bit… breezy without my boys, but I grab a package of their female counterpart as well for casual and pajamas. I am good at blanking my mind, so I do not let myself register I grabbed the wrong set. I pick out some long-sleeved tight turtle-neck military looking shirts, loose jeans and form-fitting enchanted women bras to avoid having to measure myself. All of this is surprisingly not embarrassing to me as I have bought stranger things. The bonus of blanking out why I need them also helps.

Hell, I had to rent out a male hooker for Julie's birthday both times. You wouldn't know it by talking to her, but she is a horny as hell minx that likes to sleep around with people she finds mildly attractive. The hooker was a gift from all of us as well as a week off to enjoy the fun. I was in charge of hiring them as the newbie of the fort, even if there was another apprentice at the time going for a trial run. The new boy was fourteen, so I guess I was the older one that could keep on task long enough to actually hire the required service. I was even told to get one in gimp wear. Oh, that was quite the day. I know the guys were fucking with me with the gimp stuff, still hired the hooker and got some weird looks when I was going back to the fort. Man kept flirting with me too. It was fucking weird and embarrassing all rolled in one solid bundle!

I set the packages of clothes on the counter and wait. The tailor comes out with my robe set and rings everything up. "Seven gallons." I hand over the money and she shrinks the purchases for me to slide them into my coat pocket.

McGonagall directs me to the potion shop where we buy all my supplies and I add scar cream to the list. I want my lightning and gunshot scar gone from my face. McGonagall looks at me curiously when I add the cream onto the pile. "I've been shot in the face," I tell her with a grin, pointing at the small part of the scar people can see under the bandana. "Need to make myself look pretty again."

The teacher takes the lie at face value and we move onto the trunk store where I pick out an average trunk with no features. Not like I will be using it at all with my new bag. The trunk goes into my satchel where it will stay until I put it in front of my bed. I'll probably never use it as I wouldn't trust people around my things.

Once that is done, we wander around, collecting the little nicknacks I need after I told the professor what my electives will be.

The last stop for the day is to pick up my wand. As we enter the room, I latch onto my elbows to prevent myself from shooting the eccentric wand-maker. I pick my actions well because even my covered ears can't hear the man when he pops out of the shadows. McGonagall glances at my white knuckles clenching my coat with a curious look. I ease my grip and tap on the butt of my gun.

The woman's eyes widen at the silent reason why I was holding myself. "How may I help you today Minerva and… I don't believe we've met. My name is Garrick Ollivander." He reaches out to shake my hand and I grasp it firmly.

I introduce myself, "Violet Black." The man looks at my hair and face, must be looking for some trait of the Black family. "Had an incident when I was younger. My hair was a natural black." The man nods at this. Good thing I read up on the family. By the way, they sound like asshole purebloods at their worst too. Man, I will be turning this family on its head.

"Wands, wands! Yes that's why you're here, which hand do you use to shoot those firearms of yours?" I raise my right and kind of raise my left. "Learning to use both? Good, good!" The man mutters as he sets the tape measure to do its work while he hunts in the back. It measures everything and when it gets to the width of my eyebrows, I have to crack a smile at the amusing object that I was too overwhelmed to appreciate last time.

The wizard summons it back to check as he comes in with some boxes balanced in his arms. The man hands me a wand and it does nothing for me. He takes it and tosses it, only to hand me another, then another when that one doesn't work.

This begins the most annoying part of buying a wand. After the ten minute mark, I call over to the professor. "This is the last stop professor. You can go and I can finish up here. This might take a while."

"Alright Ms. Black. Goodbye and I look forward to see you in Hogwarts. Please join the first years for sorting. I'll leave the ticket for the train on your bags." I nod as another wand is thrust into my hand. Oh yes, this will be annoying.

The wands did everything from blow up things to jump out of my hand and slap me across the face. I have to rub my eyebrows as I go through everything in the man's shop. Ollivander hums and hahs as he thinks whatever he thinks. "Have you killed anyone before?" I absently nod as I try to relieve myself of a headache that has formed. "In mass?" Another nod. "Healed?" I flick my coat. "Good, good. Let's see if this works for you!"

The man runs into the back and is rummaging through his wares. I hear many crashes and curses as the man fights something to receive whatever he is after. I think there is even a dragon roaring in the back, but I can't begin to tell from where or how it can fit in the back of the small shop.

The man stumbles out with a bleeding arm and a black case above his head in triumph. Sighing, I take the box from him and guide him to his chair. "Hold still," I tell him as I reach into my coat sleeve and pull out gauze with a piece of cloth. I clean the wound which is a large gash across his arm from what seems to be teeth, but is not deep enough for stitches. I wrap the wound and tape the gauze down. "There. Now what did you get yourself hurt over?"

The man was bouncing in his seat as I fixed his arm, so at the signal that he can move, the man bolted out of his seat and passed me the case he got. Ollivander is like a child that hurt themselves outside and still wants to do the same thing that hurt them after they get fixed up. I smile at the amusing man as I open the wand case. I see a black stick inside with no runes like a usual wand has on it. The box itself is more ornamental with the white velvet cushion lining the inside. I take the wand out and then it happened.

The light flickered around me and the shadows engulfed the shop's walls, but we could still somehow see. Ollivander looks at me with wide-eyes which confuses me until I realize he is looking over my shoulder. Right before I turn, I see something looming over my shoulder, nearly leaning against it. "Hello poppet. I see you have returned well. Terrible sorry for sending you to the wastes. Chaos tells me that you thrived there though." A thick cockney accent echoes from the figure's mouth, the voice tickling my ear from the proximity. When I turn my head, I see no mouth, nor a face. Just a skull with red fire blazing in the eye sockets. Flames that are aiming at me.

That is rather terrifying to look into. I catch the scent of fire and... moist soil in the air? "I never thought you'd be the one to get that wand though. It was a throw away I gave to those damnable dark elves after they sacrificed the moon elves to me. Had to reward 'em with something, but Life was pissed, so I gave 'em a healer's wand for a human witch." The skull's mouth moved, but with the lack of tongue, I have no idea how it formed words.

The words register in a moment. He was the one who brought me to the waste. "Why did you send me to the wastes?" I ask the dark skeleton as if having a normal conversation. I know that this creature could kill me without a conscious thought, so there is no reason to piss it off. This might take the cake for the last seven years of my life though.

"Oh that stupid uncle of yours was going to kill you, so I kind of… threw you and youlandedthere." The creature finishes quickly enough that I barely understood him. "Anyways, Chaos just found you yesterday from what I could gather from the lunatic, which is why you are now a witch I believe. OH! You're probably wondering who I am?" I nod dumbly at the skeleton as he sweeps off my shoulder and strides to the side. "My name is… PHIL the SKELETON!" It announce as he poses like some comic book superhero. Hand's on his bony robed hips, looking off into the distance, his eyes flaring to life to cast a yellow glow around his head.

Ollivander and I blink at the skeleton. I can almost hear the crickets chirp. He looks down at the ground from the lack of laughter. "Also known as Death to my family and… everyone else," he mumbles as he kicks the darkness with the hem of his robe. "You are my new master by the way. That was the gift. Whoever could use the wand becomes my master. You don't actually do anything or have any new power. I am just there to give unhelpful advice when you ask. I also gave out those Deathly hollow things, so you would have to fight the other master if you didn't already have one of them. Or surrender, it doesn't matter to me too much. I'll out live you all anyways with the whole... Being an essence of life everywhere in the multiverse."

I say the first thing that comes to my mind, "Wha?" Intelligence Potter! Use it!

The skeleton elaborates, "You. My master. You do nothing. I. Death. I come give really unhelpful advice. That wand is why you my master. Other master would fight ye over right to be my master. You hold part of other master's needed gear, so no fight." I nod at the stupid explanation. "Good, just tap the tattoo and say that you need my unhelpful wisdom! Oh, it's also a sheath."

"Wait! Did you leave that stupid fucking note on my cloak to explain this?!" I shout at the god, gesturing at my body, forgoing all logic in my rage. "Or was that this Chaos you speak about?! And what tattoo?!"

The skeleton seems to nod at this sagely. "That would be correct. Chaos did say she left a note for you. So just follow what it says and I'm sure you can figure out how to return to your orignal gender eventually. Anyways, people to escort to hell and heaven, I must be going. Byezies for now! The tattoo is also there."

Death points at my arm right as it feels like a fire lit on it. The fire seems to jump onto my back as well and burn that to heaven with my arm along for the ride. Biting back a shriek of agony, I grab onto the closest thing and that is Ollivander. My hand crushes his arm as I fall to my knees from the burning pain. The throbbing slowly fades with the shadows until we are back in the store front as if nothing happened.

The pain gives out, leaving me panting on the floor from the ordeal. Ollivander pries my hand off his arm as I rest on the floor groaning. After a few minutes to recover, I stagger to my feet to see Ollivander checking around his store, muttering about not wanting another of his wands stolen by a godly figure. "That mother fucker," I curse as I take a deep breath to calm down.

The man hears me get to my feet and hurries over. "Are you okay?" I nod at the man as I sit on the ground. I pull the gold from my pack with a little thought command and toss him ten pieces. "Thank you. What is the tattoo by the way? I promise not to speak of any of this of course, but can you sate an old man's curiosity?"

I pull off my coat and undo my vest, then take off my shirt with my back to the man. The man hums at my new tattoo and takes my arm, turning it this way and that. I look at the arm with him and see Death sitting on a chair, looking bored with a staff that looks like my wand propped against his chair. On a thought, I focus my magic into the tattoo and the wand appears in my hand. Death changed with the tattoo to one of his goofy poses. This one is him bare from the waist up flexing like muscle man with his robe covering his lower body like a long skirt. Then he looks over and seems to check me out before passing out from a nosebleed. Fucking weird gods.

Ollivander and I have to chuckle at it and we see the skeleton cackle as well in the tattoo as it lies there. "So, what is on my back?"

The man leaves the arm tattoo and looks at my back. "Follower of the Apocalypse is written in flowing letters in a banner above a cross in a circle with a dot at where the two parts of the cross meet. There are two red snakes coiled around the cross vertically, wrapping around each other as they wind up the line, peaking just above the intersection. Under it in another banner is the words 'Singing Doctor.' that stops five inches before your waistline." So the follower's symbol with my nickname on the bottom.

"Thank you Phil," I thank the skeleton on my forearm. I am grateful for the marking, but still kind of pissed at him. The tattoo gives me a thumbs up before flexing once again, still lying on his back. I pull back on my clothing and thank Ollivander as well. "Thanks for the wand. Sorry for taking up so much of your time." The man grins and waves it away.

"I got to see a god so its been a good day. It has been years since I've seen one and that was for Chaos. That was an adventure I tell you. I hope I get to see Life or Fate one day. Chaos always went on about their unparallelled beauty when he was with me." I laugh, if halfheartedly due to my previous emotions, with the man before shaking his hand and heading out to the alley to go to bed after this trying day.

The next few weeks leading up to the day of school were interesting in two ways. I read all my books in focus, which hurt my head so much before I found the mind magick book. Sadly a week in so my headache got in the way learning this art, Occlumency. It was surprisingly easy to shape my mind using magic after filtering so much of it through my brain. I used New Vegas as an organization system and the thugs and bots around as guards. Lucky 38's hidden office holds my most precious memories like my time in the Followers and Death, but everything is guarded by tons of guards. The air is absent of magic and physics do apply in the mind like the book says to make it. This will keep people from going incorporeal and bypassing everything.

It doesn't take too long, just five days of constant manipulation to finish up the basic layout. I don't have the experience to beat a mind reader yet, but enough to give me control over my mind and warn me so I can put a bullet into whoever attacks' head.

Once that was done and I took the day to replenish my heavily spent reserves, I began reading my books again, no longer getting headaches from too much information. I make it through the smaller illegal books quickly as well as the theory on magic and wandless magic. The theory didn't help too much more than what I already thought. Magic is universal and is not in a two shades of some colors. It is like Death and Life, it just is. The wandless told me something I already knew, will and power as well as image as well as flowing the magic to make it happen.

To cut the explanation short, the two books were worthless to me with my experience, but would be great help for a student conflicted about their views of right and wrong with magic. Might not be the right path as it would justify using the dark part of magic to them without experience on why not to go too deep into the field. Probably why it is banned. The wandless if out due to teaching people to not relay on a traceable focus. It outright told me that in the first words of the book. "The ministry does not let people learn this art due to the practitioners being unable to be tracked and the art of sealing magic is the most barbaric thing to ever be done, so there is no way to truly stop a master of wandless magic other than to imprison them in a magic absorbing cell."

I barely finished half my medical text before it is September 1st. I haven't really left the room too much other than to go out and buy some clothes and eat at the bar in the place. I also bought a gym membership for the time I've been here to keep myself in shape. My magical reserves has spiked in this time due to the constant use of soul crushing amount of magic every waking moment I'm studying. Man I must be at at least half of Dumbledore's reserves at this point!

Really, the only thing I did that wasn't to keep in shape or increase what I know, was when I got bored and got a full sleeve of tattoos on my right arm, from the wrist to the shoulder. It is a tribal design based around a fox, obviously. It reminds me of island tribal designs I have seen in books using an inked fox around my elbow and upper arm as a focus and barbed wire bands wrapping around my wrist to the edge of the tribal tattoo. Since I filled up my right arm, I got another tattoo on my other arm, only on my upper arm though to even things out. For that, I just had a large, realistically drawn, Caduceus fill up that part of flesh. The artist did an amazing job on them even if I got them on a whim to even out my ink. A whim that hurt like sin and I had to drop over a grand of paper money on as well as twenty galleons on scar cream to smooth over some of my scarring to get an even canvas for the man to work with. The only other place I put the scar cream is on my lightning bolt and my bear trap scar. I put enough on there to make those things disappear.

Beyond what I had done with my skin and mind, I apparently had my first period. I was showering, a feat that took me two of the weeks to get down without threat of tears, one day and the cramps bothered me too much, so I checked out what was happening and lo and behold, I was bleeding.

It was more anger than anything when I figured out that I hadn't cut myself somehow. I cleaned myself up as much as I could, then dove back into my books where I found the 'womanly' charms that dealt with the... issue. Several waves of the wand later and a trip to the market for an embarrassing purchase, I was ready to go continue my day, even if I never left the room for the next three after I got the needed supplies. I hate being a woman. Being a dude was so much simpler. Just keep clean, shave if you didn't want a beard, and you are good! Now it's all this elaborate hygiene stuff, a spell that mildly hurts to remove the hair from everything but my brows and head, because I don't want to look like someone who doesn't care for one self, and pain. I miss being a guy so much.

When it is time to go to school, I pack up everything, keeping my guns on me in the satchel along with all my other things that I kept from the waste. I may lie by doing so, but I will not almost neuter myself in the ways of war I know. I know only two spells to kill with wandless magic and I want those to be a surprise. I purchase some floo powder and step into the fire, calling out, "King's Cross platform 9 and 3/4!"

My world spins and I sprawl out on the floor after the floo violently spits me out. I roll with the fall and come out on my feet like nothing happened. I am not worried about flashing anyone anything due to me wearing my male uniform, san my vest and coat due to overheating the first time I wore them with my wool uniform as well as uncomfortably pressing against my chest. I have taken to use the spell for magical bras instead of the real one when I do take to wearing the armor to cut down on the press. Outside of wearing armor, I do use completely natural ways to clothes and upkeep myself. Something I find myself still uncomfortable with.

The crowd snickers at me, but that quickly go back to what they were doing when I sent a glare in their direction. The train whistles in front of me as I am a little late after getting caught up in my book on medical spells to treat sword wounds from midnight to the morning. They will be perfect for helping stab victims as well as people who have been shot. It has a section on spear hits as well which can directly apply to a bullet hole.

I run and jump onto the train as it starts to move. Walking the corridor, I look for an compartment or someone I know that will let me sit with them. I come to the last room, finding no one that I trust to be near or I didn't want to interrupt the fresh students with my presence. In the last compartment of the long train, I find Hermione and Ron with Ron bragging about something if his puffed out chest is to go by. I knock on the door and wait. Hermione gets up after telling Ron something in a rather angry tone if the coloration of her face is anything to go with.

She greets me with a forced calm voice, "Hello, what do you need?" It hurt to hear that my best friend did not recognize me even though I am so different than my thirteen year old self.

I give her a strained smile and ask, "May I sit here, the rest of the compartments are full or have some… shady looking people in them." Hermione nods and I enter. I nearly scoff at the shady part, but I am able to hold it in thanks to my mind art training, something that has helped me with so much already in life. I set my bag next to me as I take a seat next to the ginger.

Hermione smiles at me. "My name is Hermione Granger and this," she indicates Ron with a sneer. That's strange, Hermione never outright hated Ron before. "This is the 'great and mighty' Ronald Weasley." I chuckle at the heavy sarcasm at the bushy-haired girl's voice. That's new. I didn't know Hermione even knew what sarcasm was before.

I lean forward onto my knees with an elbow as I place my chin in my hand. "My name is Violet Black, but my friend can call me Fox." I give my old friend a classic Potter crocked-grin which surprisingly makes Hermione blush.

That is, until Ronald ruins it. "You're one of the Blacks?! Get out you slimy dark witch!" I glance hard over to the side and give the boy a one-eye glare, not too insulted as I lived in the waste. There were some vulgar people around there. I am also told my irises turn into a dark greenish gold when I glare, so it would explain why the boy flinches back in his seat. The red head looks stunned for a bit, but recovers and sneers at me.

Hermione shouts, "Ronald! You will apologize to her!" Ron just turned his glare onto Hermione.

"Who are you to speak like that to me you no-class mudbloo-" The stupid boy doesn't finish as I lunge forward and grab his face with my hand. I pull him onto the floor with a surge of strength and throw his head to lie face-down next to Hermione's trainers. As he tries to get up, I press my wrapped foot between his shoulder blades and pushed him back to the floor. All of this without getting up past grabbing him. The joys of being trained by a lunatic is that I am nearly a black belt in whatever the hell Arcade was teaching me.

I look up to see a wide-eyed Hermione. "Does he say that to you often dear?" I ask in a soothing voice to calm the girl down a little.

The girl nods. "He won't ever leave me alone. Thinks I'm supposed to be his girlfriend or something since my friend Harry disappeared last year. All he wants is to use my mind and body for his own gains," she mumbles as she looks at her lap.

Ronald gets over his shock and starts struggling, "Get off me you piece of racist scu-" I lift my foot and stomp it back down on his spine. The boy gives a pained cry as his chest slams into the carpeted floor. Cry me a river Ron, man how did I not see this coming from my best mate?

I lean on my leg as I get up to hover over his head. Ron looks up with a glare at me. "Silence boy," I spit out when he starts to open his mouth. "Now, you have done this fair lady wrong with your racist remarks. You WILL kiss her feet like the dog you are and then leave. If you do not, I will do a little internal damage then report you to the proper authorities." I end the threat with a bone-chilling smile I save for the patients that try to siege the followers and still try to fight when I fix them up.

The boy quivers under my gaze until he gives Hermione's shoe a peck and runs out once I lift my foot. I hear a small voice come from Hermione, "Thanks for that Ms. Black. No one defends me after Harry left nor believes me when I tell them that Ron bullies me."

"Anytime 'Mione. What are friends for?" I tell her absently as I watch the door. Do no good if the guy tries to come back and get a cheap shot off on us.

Hermione stutters out, "W-what? What did you call me?" I look over to see a wide-eyed Hermione staring at me.

I look at her and think over what I just said, "I called you 'Mione. Since the chess-playing asshole is no longer here, I guess we can play twenty question on why I can call you that," I chuckle at the last end. I don't really wish to keep my identity a secret from my friends, nor do I care if anyone really finds it out. The goblins already know and with enough money, anyone curious can probably get that information from them.

The girl starts to mumble to herself as she thinks intensely. She only speaks aloud when she is really confused by something, so I just sit back and watch. "Black. Sirius Black, godson, green eyes, chess-playing..." her mumbles go on for a while. Her head snaps up and examines my face, almost painfully hopeful. "Harry?" She asks in a small voice.

I grin and nod. Before I can blink, I have an armful of Hermione as she hugs me as hard as she can. It feels like being hugged by a full grown Deathclaw! Right as I start to turn blue, she let's go with a blush on her face. Why the blush? "Hey Hermione... Um... sorry about going missing for a year, wasn't my choice."

Her eyes fill up with tears as she looks at me, "Wh-what happened H-Harry?" She sniffs out. I open my arms again and she hugs me, pressing her face into the crock of my neck.

I start the story, "I was whisked away from my uncle as he tried to kill me for some reason. I don't know why as I lost my memory of most of that summer after a… little accident. I found I was in a wasteland full of dangerous monsters, so I traveled around for a bit, learning the ropes on how to survive in the desert. Found a town and made it my own after killing all the bandits in the camp. Skip ahead a year, I become a courier after assholes burn my town down. Got shot a year later in the forehead, glancing luckily. Scars gone with my old one with it finally. Joined a medical force in a city as I plan to get my package back. Got it back then started a war out of personal greed, won said war a few years later and came back at the beginning of the month of July after I finished the final fight." I tell her the extremely abridged version.

I feel her tense at the part where I said I killed bandits, but she relaxed until I got to the shot to the head. I rub her back and that seems to calm her down. She draws back in my lap and looks at me. Without any warning, she leans forward and latches onto my lips with her own. I am too surprised to give a reply to the kiss before she ends it.

Blinking at her, I lean in and capture her lips and reinitiate the kiss. Both our eyes close as we pour our emotions into it. My loneliness and happiness to be home. Her frustration and loneliness fuels her own end of the kiss.

I feel myself fall back onto the seat and Hermione crawl up my body to keep the kiss going, her hands running through my hair as we kiss passionately. I barely notice my bandana falling off under her touch, but when she finds my ears and start petting them, I push my lust into the kiss that the touch causes me, clamping my hands on her waist as my animalistic urges rear their head in my body.

I control them to an extent, but it feels wrong to suppress all of them. Hermione breaks the kiss, panting from lack of air as she continues to play with my ears. She looks up in a dazed expression with a red face, "Is this… your accident?"

I groan as she gives the base of one of them a scratch. I want to continue, but she looks so curious. "Have tail and sharper teeth too. Gender was the work of a god. Don't question it." The girl shrugs then gains a mischievous smile. Before I can question it, she pulls me up by my collar and I am pressed against the seat by the surprisingly strong girl. The girl somehow got my wrists pinned above my head and for some reason, my instincts are satisfied with this position. I would question why, but it feels right, so I don't think into it. I see one of her arms reach around my back and find my tail. She gets the tail out of my pants and start to pet it. The pleasure is greater than even the ears and I find a rumbling in my chest. No one has ever petted my tail or ears before with me hiding them for the most part and all.

The girl laughs as she continues to pet the tail. "You know, I promised myself that if you ever came back from what you were doing, I'd kiss you until neither of us could breath no matter what. You owe me for leaving without telling me, no matter the situation, right... Fox?" I nod under her gaze and she grins. Without letting my arms go, she starts to snog me again while I struggle to keep my instincts in check. They REALLY want her to rip my clothes off right now. Still strange how my mind goes there.

As the kissing got more passionate, I swiped my hand at the door with the sole thought of, 'Hide and Silence,' fueled by my lust. A light flashes and I leave it at that. Time means nothing as the girl nearly suffocates me using her lips.

Hermione soon begins to lose steam as the kissing furthers itself. I lean back to see what is wrong to see that Hermione is in tears. "What's wrong?!" I cry out when I see my best friend crying. Am I really that bad at kissing?!

"It's just... I promised myself that the next time I see you, I would kiss and tell you that I love you. I still do, but..." Hermione petters out as she can't form the correct words.

I nod in understanding as I instantly knew what the problem was, hard not to be able to tell, "You're not attracted to girls." The girl shakily nods. "It's alright luv. Good thing you admitted to yourself this before we even started to date or that would have sucked~. Of course we're still friends right?" I'm a little upset, no, a lot upset about this, but I'm fine with her having a problem. I understand she is not gay, but oh how I wish that my body was still that of a man's! This change has ruined my life worse than the waste lands! I could forge shit out there, but now, now this is ruining things that I had before going to the slice of hell!

As long as I still have my friend I'm good is what I keep telling myself, but now my instincts wants me to bang someone and that's going to be annoying!

Hermione grins before giving me a crushing hug that cut off my air supply for a moment before I could pry her off my neck. "Yeah. We're still friends." I let out a laugh before it turns into a yawn. I rub my eyes and lean back against the seat, suddenly aware of my lack of sleep, having made the mistake of reading all night. Joy, I can now just sleep off the arousal and... this disappointment.

The bushy haired girl slides off my lap and takes her seat again. "I'm going to sleep, wake me when we get there dear." Hermione nods and I drop the spell on the door with an absent wave of my hand. I feel the spell break down as I lie down on the bench and nod off in an instant.

This day has just been too weird. Too weird and painful. My chance at love beyond the physical sense and a god comes along and takes it from me!

Edit: Took this down after I put it up for a few minutes out of rage. I need to spell check some things and all that jazz. I'll be putting this on hold for a bit because people are THREATENING MY FUCKING LIFE! I'll continue writing this for me, but I'm done with this community for now. I have that large story on standby, so I might upload something eventual, but I need to cool off. Fucking Toodles assholes