Changes

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Harry when thinking.

Less important people when thinking.

"Everybody when speaking".

R&R

AN: For those who is interested: the Black Sheep is on its way, my beta is looking over it right now, hope you will like it.

Warning: This chapter contains slash, but no romance.

Previously in Changes:

All in all, Harry was very pleased with the way things were going. Harry himself had, with plenty of help from Kay, built up his own muscles. He was now nearly as muscular as Kay, nearly being the key word. To help himself even more, Harry went for a thirty minute jog around the park near Private Drive every morning and afternoon after work.

Harry greatly looked forward to his birthday and the shopping trip with Kay, when he would finally be able to lose his identity as the Savior of the Wizarding World and become just Harry. And he only had one more week to wait.

Chapter 3: Sugar

"Kaaaaaayyy!"

The place was the employee's resting room, the time was 13.00 and the owner of the abnormally loud, in Kay's opinion, voice, was Harry Potter.

Kay, the unfortunate recipient of Harry's sugar rush, gripped his heart in an attempt to keep it from jumping up his throat. He stared and blinked three times before answering his new best mate.

"Yes?" he asked uncertainly.

Harry pushed up his sleeves on his 'breathless' shirt, and pumped up his biceps.

"Look, look, look, Kay look, my muscles, they're like yours now, they're just perfect! Ha, didn't think I would make it did you, didn't think I could get them like this before my birthday did you? I worked so hard, and I totally deserve them too, wouldn't you say? You agree with me, right? Right, Kay? Kay? Kaaaayyy? Are you listening to me? Kaaa...hmpf"

Kay grabbed the hyper seventeen year old, held him tightly, with Harry's back against his chest, and shut Harry up by holding his hand over his babbling mouth. He glared at his other co-workers who had been watching Kay's and , with interest. Kay and Harry were both popular and liked by everybody. The handsome twins, as they were often called because they looked and acted so much alike, were always there to make them smile and laugh. The gym members seemed to like them even more. Girls, women, boys and men all flocked around the twins like they were some kind of superstars. They were great trainers, but they were also fun and good looking. Really, what more could you ask for a trainer?

Kay was not smiling now though.

"Okay, who was it, who gave this 'I can not even look at sugar without getting hyper' boy some sugar?"

All of the people in front him were grinning at him and staring with amusement at a struggling Harry who was trying to bite Kay's hand of.

Sofie, a Harry-loving 23 year old girl, stepped forward.

"I".

Kay fixed her with a murderous glare.

"Why, in the seven levels of hell, did you give HIM sugar? What did you give him? Oi, Harry, stop that!" Harry had just succeeded in biting one of Kay's fingers.

"Well, he said he was hungry and I just had this chocolate block to give him," Sofie answered innocently, though she was secretly smirking like the devil himself—she loved it when Harry was on a sugar high.

"Oh, well, okay then (insert sarcasm here, thank you). You were just doing him a favor weren't you? Poor Harry, can't have him going around hungry now can we?"

"It's so nice that you are seeing this from my point of view, Kay"

"Yes, yes. Did you see if he ate the whole thing?"

Here, John, a friendly 30 year old personal trainer, chose to pipe up.

"Oh, I saw him eat up the whole thing; he even licked his fingers clean afterwards. Sofie was practically drooling by the time he had gotten to his left thumb".

Kay rolled his eyes.

"Well, thank you for that information John". John apparently didn't hear him or else he simply ignored the sarcasm.

"Well, I'd better go fix him up", Kay sighed before speaking calmly to Harry, as if he were a toddler.

"Harry, you're coming with me. We're going to hold an aerobic class so that you can work this sugar out of your system".

He turned around and walked himself and Harry into an aerobic classroom which had just filled itself with eager women (and two lone guys in the back). This class was normally held by a Mrs. Halming who was currently staring at them—along with all the other people in the room—with amusement in her eyes; these two were always up to something.

"Yes, may I help you?" She addressed Kay since Harry didn't seem to be in any position to speak at the moment.

Kay gestured at Harry, who was still in his arms.

"Ah yes, sorry Rose, but I have to ask you if Harry and I could hold your class today. You see, Sofie gave Harry here chocolate, and you know how he gets when he eat sugar, so he needs to work to get it out of his system. You don't mind, do you?"

"Oh no, not at all. It will be nice to have an hour free. Enjoy yourselves!"

She walked out of the room, but not before kissing Harry on the cheek.

"He is so adorable when he's hyper."

The door closed, and Kay finally released his grip on Harry and turned to his students.

"Hey, Harry and I will be your aerobic instructors today, hope you don't mind".

"No, not at all", was eagerly heard from the students.

Not at all, handsome.

Another person that also didn't mind that the twins were holding classes was Mr. Harmon, the gym's owner. Taking Harry in was one of the best things he could have done. The gym had had some economical problems for a while as they didn't get enough members to maintain it properly, but now that problem seemed to be non-existing. Harry and Kay, like he had carefully plotted, had fast become great friends and were always seen together. And that was the whole point—when two handsome and great trainers were always seen together, people would come to his gym to either trained by them or just look, in which case they might be persuaded to join.

And today was a great day. This was the day he had been looking forward to; today was Harry's birthday. You see, Mr. Harmon's problem was that there was a law that said: A personal trainer can not be under the age of 17. And Mr. Harmon really wanted Harry to be a personal trainer. The gym charged quite a handsome amount of money for their personal trainers, but after experience Mr. Harmon knew that handsome trainers like Kay were always booked. So if Harry and Kay were both personal trainers the gym, it would bring in a lot of money. He even had this great plan to offer the members a chance to have both twins train them at the same time. Who wouldn't pay lots of money to have two handsome guys, in a closed room, helping you out and pumping and stretching in front of you?

Yes, Mr. Harmon planed on making good money on these two. And tomorrow...no, tomorrow was a Saturday. Okay, on Monday, Harry would work his first day as a personal trainer. Mr. Harmon found himself hoping that the weekend passed quickly.

Harry, on the other hand, was looking forward to the weekend. Tomorrow he and Kay would go on their shopping trip to London. Harry would become a new man. But today was a good day also. Kay was taking him clubbing since it was his birthday. Kay was to pick him up from his house on Privet Drive. Harry couldn't wait until eight o'clock.

Private Drive nr 4

Harry hardly spent anytime at home anymore. He slept and showered there, that was all.

At the moment, he was laying on his dark green and gold king size bed in his magically enlarged room. Dumbledore had managed to persuade the ministry to let him use magic, since there were still some Death Eaters running around free and trying to get revenge for their master's death. Harry had found this very useful; he didn't have to make himself food, something he wouldn't have the time to. He didn't have to smell like sweat all the time, something he wouldn't be able to avoid if he didn't use the cleaning spell once in a while. Kay did the same, but he was a legal wizard.

Harry's desk was full of presents and letters from his old friends. Hermione Granger had given him a book on Germany and a 'How to speak German' wizard tape. Like he wanted to know about Germany, and by sending him the tape she probably thought that he wanted to visit her sometime. Harry, however, had no intention of doing any such thing. From Ronald Weasley he had gotten a Quidditch uniform of the French team and some candy. The candy was appreciated, but honestly, he didn't even know who this Quidditch team was!

God, they suck in the gift apartment. I wonder what Kay will give me?

Kay had said Harry would receive his gift when he came to pick him up. The clock showed 19.05, he had one hour more to kill. Harry stood up and walked into the bathroom to take a long shower.

19.45 found Harry drying his hair quickly using a spell and styling it into a 'I just got the shag of a life time' rumple. One year ago, Harry would have tried to make his hair stay flat, but Kay and several others had told him he looked 'positively fuckable' with his hair like that. One thing Harry was extremely pleased about was the change his scar went through after he had killed Voldemort. It didn't disappear entirely, but it was much less visible now.

The only thing Harry didn't like about himself was his clothes, or rather the fact that he didn't have any! Well, if you didn't count his old hand me down from Dudley as clothes. Harry looked like a little kid in those clothes, even if he did fill them out a bit more now.

Ding dong.

Kay

Harry threw on some clean clothes and ran down to open the door. Kay stood there in all his good damn glory. He was wearing black fitted trousers of the finest cut, belted low upon his pale hips that glimmered tantalizingly through the opaque dark blue cotton shirt he wore, the material bunching where it drew in to tight cuffs over slender wrists, leaving the rest to glide over his smooth muscles. The shirt had been buttoned low, the vague shadow between his pectorals visible here and there as his muscles flexed as he moved. "Wow, looking good Kay". Harry told him smirking while letting him inside.

"I wish I could say the same to you. What the fuck are you wearing?"

Harry drew himself up.

"I'll have you know that this is the latest fashion in France".

Kay didn't look convinced.

"Sure it is, Harry! No seriously, why those rags?" Harry pouted, an action which, when put together with his messy hair, made him sinfully cute.

"Why do you think I needed to go shopping tomorrow? I don't have any clothes! These rags were the only ones that were clean."

"Poor baby! Well, I'll just have to give you your birthday gift early then." Kay pushed a nicely wrapped pack into Harry's arms.

Harry tore at the wrapping, grinning like an idiot.

"Kay, I bloody love you".

Harry was proudly holding up midnight black leather trousers, and a dark green tight fitting shirt.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Strip."

Harry grinned and stripped down to put on his gift. He tossed his old rags to Kay who quickly destroyed them with "Accido."

The new Harry looked marvelous. Although they were both in dark colours, it was almost as if the twins were dressed to oppose each other. Kay's trousers were made of a fine, conservative cut, designed to show the length of his legs, but without clinging to every muscle and sinew the way Harry's sinfully tight leather pants were doing. Kay's shirt had been designed to cover everything except what he wished people to see. It had a controlled sexiness to it that he'd been told made people want to rip it from his body.

Harry's shirt was short sleeved, displaying perfectly firm, yet not overlarge, tanned biceps. His shirt was a very dark green, framing the skin beneath to best advantage and clinging to his muscles. To Harry's surprise, the shirt shot upwards when he lifted his arms and you could easily see Harry's clearly visible pelvic girdle.

(Okey folks, Sinayah told me that these are lines of description which you can find in Ladyvader's story Matinee. I can't remember reading it, but I obviously have and remembered this description. So my biggest apology to Ladyvader for this. She must have all the credit for it. If you would like to check it out, here is the link:wwwstrange-infatutionscom to Ladyvader's fans; I have her blessings for this, so chill. Cheers)

"Oh, mmm, absolutely edible, now all we need to do is to fix your eyes," Kay critiqued Harry's outfit. "Here, let me perform a spell on you that will fix your eyesight for 12 hours".

"Caste clarus".

"Wicked Kay, I can see!"

Green. Bright, unabashed, emerald green eyes that seemed to pierce straight through Kay stared up at him.

"Yes, wicked. Now let's go, we have boys and girls to woo!"

Outside a nightclub, London city

The teasing music caressed their souls and minds. Kay had told Harry that he was taking him to a popular club near his apartment. They had ridden in Kay's vehicle, a dark blue Jaguar. Kay was actually quite rich—well, his parents were—but even though he had a job and could afford it to buy his own car, they said he needed something of his own.

"Come on, Harry" Kay gracefully parked and jumped out of the car.

Harry looked at his surroundings. The club was a discreet building with two dark alleys on each side. Harry saw only one door and before this stood at least 40 eager club-loving and lightly dressed folks. He'd be damned if he'd stand out here in line all evening.

"Oh damn, look at this line Kay, we're never going to get in," he griped.

Kay flashed him a grin and was practically purring in delight as he viewed his discomfited friend.

"Oh, don't worry, I have my ways. Just do what I tell you and we will be in before you can say clubbing. All you have to do is hang around my neck, sucking and kissing me, don't say anything and do anything I ask you to".

Harry look at his supposedly sane friend.

"Kay..."

"Hush you, just do it and remember: do not speak. Now, throw yourself at me and start licking."

Harry shook his head in exasperated amusement and Kay grinned as Harry wrapped his arms around his neck. He moaned softly, settling his hands on Harry's leather clad hips, and walked with Harry still in his arms towards the doorman.

On their slow walk toward the door they were on the receiving end of many lustful glances. After all, it was not everyday you saw two delicious guys in such an obviously intimate relationship.

The twins finally made it to the doorman, and one of Kay's hands had found its way down to Harry's left leather-covered cheek.

"Mack". Kay obviously knew the doorman.

The doorman Mack lifted an eyebrow and emanated enough poorly concealed curiosity to kill a roomful of cats.

"Yes Kay, how may I help you? It seems you don't need anymore love." Mack was trying very hard not to join Kay's hand on Harry's other cheek.

Kay was sucking on Harry's ear, which earned him a deep groan from Harry. Mack licked his lips.

"Yes, you see Mack my mate, I really need to get inside. This lovely thing right here doesn't like the cold and since he turns 17 today, I really want to please him".

Mack and the first people in line were practically drooling by now.

"Ah yes, well it looks like you are managing that just fine. But I guess it is a bit cold out here, so you can go ahead, but only if I get to hear this god moan one more time." Mack our beloved doorman was giving Harry a once- over and licking his lips; the people around them seemed to be looking forward to seeing the two boys carry out his demands.

Harry was trying not to make any sounds. He didn't want to have other people getting off on his pleasure, which would only serve to arouse him further. But Kay had other things in mind.

He flashed Mack a smile and bit down on Harry's neck, drawing blood, before licking up the blood and massaging the injury with his tongue. Harry, who sadly wasn't a master in control, arched his back, threw his head back, screwed his eyes shut and let out a groan, deep and hard in his throat.

"Lovely, welcome in Kay, you lucky bastard," Mack managed to get out.

Inside the club, London city

Kay released Harry once they were inside.

"Like I said; a piece of cake".

Harry slapped him on the back of the head.

"Bloody wanker, did you have to bite my neck?"

"Shut it, you know you like it!"

"Well, yes...I did..."

"Hehehehehe"

The night was lovely and Harry had the best birthday of his life. Kay and Harry spent the night dancing and flirting with anything that walked on two legs. Mack had been a bit disappointed when he had found out that Harry and Kay had fooled him and that they weren't together.

"Ah, well, that just gives me the opportunity to get into the green eyed god's pants."

Harry had carefully excused himself from a grinning Kay and a drooling Mack, saying that he needed some fresh air.

A side alley, London city, 11:52 am

The night had grown colder and darker. Harry found himself in one of the dark alleys standing with his back against a wall, the thumping of club music playing in the background.

He closed his eyes and relaxed.

"Well, hello there," A dark and sexy voice sounded from his left.

Harry turned his head around and saw a handsome brown haired man in his early twenties with light brown eyes.

"Hello, may I help you?"

The stranger smiled and came closer.

"Yes as a matter of fact you could..." The brown haired man lent in and crushed his lips onto Harry's. Harry, who was a bit drunk at the moment and found this stranger very handsome, submitted within seconds.

Their tongues were battling in the space between their lips as the stranger pulled back from devouring Harry's mouth to take a breath before sinking in again. After several seconds, the other man's mouth moved from Harry's lips, now conspicuously damp and swollen, and began trailing hot, wet kisses down his throat to his collar bone.

The clock on the office building down the street turned 12, the stranger sunk his fangs into Harry's throat.

Seconds later, Harry screamed out in pain as his whole body felt as if it was on fire and the vampire screamed likewise as he discovered his mistake.

The stroke of midnight was heard, and two bodies lay lifelessly in a dark alley. One unconscious, the other slowly dying.

TBC

Spells:

The spells in this chapter is made by me. The reason Kay don't use regular spells will come clear in another chapter. Anyway, here is the spell, and you are free to use them in you stories:

Accido: It's Latin, means destroy and to ruin. The spell is not a regular spell because the thing that is to be destroyed is destroy any way that the caster wish it to be. You can cast it and the thing can burn, you can cast the same spell and the thing can be ripped to pieces.

Caste clarus: This one is also Latin, it meanspurely clear. The spell makes the one with a poor sight see clearly for 12 hours. If one wish for the spell to work for 24 hours you simply have to say; Omnipotens Caste clarus. Omnipotens means all-powerful and can be used together with many spell to make them more powerful, but this spell takes a lot of magical strength from the caster.

Answers to reviews:

TimGold: Hey thank you for your review, but I have to go after my mind on my stories and my mind says slash and Hermoine thrashing. But don't worry, I won't have Harry sleeping with Kay, just some innocent fun and Hermione won't be a main character in Black Sheep so you wont see so much Hermione thrashing, I will just not be kind to her.

Yana5: No Draco is not a vampire, I might make him one but not now anyway.