Changes

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Harry when thinking

Magnus (a servant in the Validus household) when thinking.

"Everybody when speaking".

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Previously in Changes:

"All right, I'll drop it for now. But no more sleeping with the children of members of the Coven's board!" the oldest Validus said as he walked away.

Kay looked evilly at Harry, who blinked. "What?"

"And no more sleeping with the servants!" he added, grinning. Harry looked shocked.

"Whatever are you talking about? I have done no such thing!" Harry denied with an arrogant tone of voice and quickly disappeared up the stairs.

Chapter 7: The pasteboard figure from Hell.

Malfoy manor was, with all rightfulness, a manor of great beauty and awe, although few could claim to have seen it. According to ministry papers, it was located in a small wizarding village south of the borders of Scotland. This information was, of course, only superficial and half true.

Yes, the Malfoy manor was located by a small wizard village south of the Scotland border, but it was not in the village itself!

No proper Malfoy would sink so low as to mingle and surround themselves with low life, middleclass, poor half bloods and the like; those that lived their so called lives in the disgustingly rundown spot of land in small stick houses. The well respected and most pure and powerful wizarding family had only chosen to build their humble home in such a quiet and deserted place because they craved anonymity when at home. They had chosen this precise village for that very reason, as it was surrounded by a wild and forbidden looking forest on its west end. And it was in the center of this thick and evil looking forest that the manor was placed.

A huge area was cleared out for the Malfoy estate. All the trees, hills, caves, animals and plant life within the area were destroyed via the Malfoy's request. Only a modest river was allowed to remain, after being relocated to flow along the west side of manor, rather than the east.

Now, the remaining stretch of forest kept the other magic users and prying eyes away. Traps, alarms, and ward systems, notice-me-not charms, muggle repellents and confusion charms, anti-apparation and anti-portkey wards, and lots of other nasty preparatory measures had been made to keep the manor secluded away from prying eyes.

Every head of the Malfoy house also took the liberty of ensuring, once every five years, that nobody knew too much, or even thought too long about what lay in the center of the dark Troilos forest.

But a selected few had seen the forest's heart, its beauty and secret: The ancient and not really humble manor that shone like a pure white diamond amongst the tall and dark trees. Built seven generations back, the manor's white marble still held onto its shine and purity, hand-chosen by specialists and shipped from Italy's rich mountains for a staggering sum. But nothing was too expensive for the Malfoy's, nothing too great.

All guests of the family would apparate to a specific location (one could apparate to and from a certain location on the estate where the wards had been 'fixed') with permission from one of the family members. From there, he or she would be taken up the long road from the forest's edge to the manor in a carriage led by three horses with no riding master.

When guests looked out one of the carriage windows, they were greeted with the awe-inspiring sight of green lands stretching as far as the eye could see. And amongst the luscious green grass, you would notice small flowers and plants organized neatly into sections across the land, often surrounding a breathtaking fountain spouting cool fresh water. The long road one followed to and from the manor was a smooth surface made of crushed exotic seashells, and the gates up ahead that opened when the carriage came in sight would be of the same white marble as the manor.

It was all awe-inspiring even for the most regular of guests. Blaise Zabini, the best friend of Draco Malfoy, still found himself amazed every time he rode the carriage up to the manor. He found the insides of the ancient home of the Malfoy's to be even more breathtaking, and he wasn't from a poor family by any means!

The interior of the manor was light in colour, tastefully lavish, but not overly so. White and pale gold were the main colours, but some black and dark green marble could also be spotted. Dark wood and black leather was preferred for the furniture. High quality luxury carpets, curtains, pillows, and fabrics were predominant in the manor. Very tasteful, indeed…

It was a place for kings and purebloods. Blaise hadn't yet managed to see the entire manor himself, but he and Draco had found a huge map showing the blueprint for the manor. If Blaise remembered correctly, the manor's four floors contained, roughly:

Thirty five single bathrooms, twelve single-person guest rooms with king size beds, eight double guestrooms with two king size beds and an attached bathroom, five relaxing rooms with a pool, sauna, massage shower and bench.

There was also Draco's double rooms, which had a sitting area, a bathroom that included both a shower and a bathtub, a walk-in-closet, a small working place with a library, a sleeping area and entertainment space. The master bedroom was on the right wing, which had everything Draco's rooms contained, only with twice as much space and balcony in place of the entertainment area. The manor also lay claim to a spacious sitting area, two ballrooms and great halls, one dinning room, nine art rooms, twenty-eight fireplaces, three libraries, five offices, five meeting rooms, two kitchens, thirty storage room, one wing for the house elves containing fifty bedrooms with two-hundred and eight-four beds, six game rooms, one Quidditch field, ninety dungeon cells, four torture rooms, fifteen attics, two fully equipped potion labs, three vaults, and twenty-one unused rooms, mainly on the fourth floor.

Outside the entrance, the Malfoy manor

The carriage stopped and the door to the carriage opened itself, soundlessly suggesting that Blaise remove himself from its presence and continue on his way to the manor's entrance.

Blaise stood outside the great mahogany doors and held the tip of his wand against a specific spot while it was scanned, so that he might gain entrance as a welcomed guest of the Malfoy family.

As the doors swung open he was greeted by the head house elf, as usual.

The short, pointy eared creature bowed low and spoke a familiar line.

"Styx will escort Master Zabini to young Master Malfoy's current location."

There was no point in Blaise telling the elf that he was now perfectly capable of locating Draco by himself. After all, he had memorized these very halls by heart after a nasty time getting lost in the manor's hallways five years ago. But the elf would hear nothing of it; it was Malfoy policy that every guest of the family, new or old, was to be escorted by the Head elf around the manor.

Styx walked quickly up the left side of the two-armed staircase from the entrance hall and down the manor's left wing, heading towards Draco's rooms. Blaise trotted along, anxious to tell his friend his news.

Knock knock.

"Master Zabini is here to visit young master Malfoy, is he allowed entrance to young master Malfoy's rooms?" Styx asked in a bored, slow voice, as they stood in front of two large Ziu doors. Blaise twisted his fingers together impatiently as they waited for an answer.

Damn the Malfoy's and all their policies; highly irritating, that's all it was!

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, let the twit in." One could hear Draco's equally bored reply.

Styx turned to Blaise. "Young master Malfoy has allowed Master Zabini entrance to his rooms, you may en…"

"Yes yes, out of my way." Blaise cut Styx off as he tore the doors open and slammed them shut the irritant's pointy face.

Draco didn't spare him a glance as he asked, obviously amused, "Impatient today, are we?"

Blaise ignored him as well and threw himself on the Malfoy heir's king size bed. "You won't believe what I saw yesterday!"

"Oh really? Do tell. I'm positively shuddering with curiosity…" the blond drawled as he stared at himself in the mirror, straightening the new dress robes his mother had given him yesterday.

Blaise choose, yet again, to ignore his best friend's distinct lack of interest and made himself comfortable in between Draco's black Egyptian cotton seats.

"I was on a shopping trip in London yesterday. You know how I like to go shopping there on the weekends, and besides, I needed to upgrade my muggle wardrobe. I wanted some plain black and dark blue trousers, you know the one that Armani guy made for this summer selection. Awfully nice they were…Anyhow, I of course had to wander into the muggle part of town to get them. But they were worth every painful minute surrounded by muggles. I got not only black and dark blue, but brown, dark grey, and teal too. You should have seen them, the cut was almost as if it was made for me…" Blaise said dreamily.

Draco lifted his chin and dragged a manicured hand through his hair. "That was a dreadfully exciting tale…is there a point coming anytime soon, or do you just enjoy sounding like a gossiping thirty old woman at an all-female book club?"

Blaise narrowed his eyes, but refrained from throwing a pillow at the blond.

"It does have a point, you moron, I was just getting to it. Now as I was saying. I was in the Armani store shopping my merry heart out when HE walked in! Now, I proudly look upon myself as Mr. Straight himself, but Merlin did the sight before my innocent eyes nearly make me cream my trousers! Here I was trying out my last pair of clothes and the incarnation of sex on legs himself walked in!"

"He was absolutely gorgeous and filthy rich too. Though I think he was a muggle since he was in a muggle shop…but I was in there too and I most definitely am not a muggle, so maybe…no, no he must have been a muggle; a face and body like that would have no chance of walking around in the wizarding world without being noticed. But that's not the point; it's not like I snogged him, though that would probably be mind blowing…I was just admiring his perfect ass, sexy voice, 'fuckable' hairstyle, tasteful clothing, kissable full red lips, smooth skin…beautiful strong legs and arms…"

"Blaise, are you going to orgasm on my bed? Or can I refrain from throwing you off of it?" Blaise had finally managed to gain his best friend's attention while he took a trip to his lala land.

"Oh, come off it Draco, get that broom out of your ass! You know you would have reacted just the same. I'm not overreacting when I say he was a sight for the gods, and no, I wasn't on speed either…" the dark haired boy rolled over onto his back and looked over at Draco, challenging him to say otherwise.

"I would have done no such thing, you idiot! I, in contrast to you, wouldn't ever cream my trousers publicly, and especially not over some guy!" Draco sneered and turned back to the mirror.

Blaise just smirked evilly and fished up a magazine from Draco's bedside table. He opened a random page and showed it to the blond. "Well then, Mr. 'I don't Cream My Trousers Over Some Guy', how do you explain this magazine full of men you like to keep in your bedside table?"

Draco didn't bother to turn around and instead glared at Blaise from his position in front of the mirror. "I have it for the clothes, not for the men!"

"What clothes, Draco dearest? That hat on his head?"

The young Malfoy turned around fully and actually looked at the picture. "Eh…well…give me that magazine, you pervert!" he snarled and ripped the offending magazine out of Blaise's hands. His best friends just raised his eyebrow in amusement and smirked knowingly.

"Okay okay, so I might be a bit bi, but if you tell anyone, I'll cut you up in small pieces and send them through the mincer. Then I'm going to piss on the remains before I burn it and flush it down the toilet at Hogwarts so your soul will never rest, for it will always be pissed on by small first year Hufflepuffs!" Draco snarled out and glared at Blaise whom didn't seem to notice that Draco had been planning the best way to kill him for some time now…

"Oh, this is so brilliant. We're bi! Two handsome, rich, pureblooded, bi best friends. Oh, just think about all the things we can do! We can talk about what we like best, boy or girl, fair or dark, submissive or domestic, tits or cock, fucking or getting fucked, sucking or getting sucked…"

"Blaise, oi, spare my virgin ears. Merlin! Must you be so grotesque? You're giving me nightmares!" Draco threw a pillow at the black haired boy and twisted his face as horrible pictures snuck their way into his mind.

"Ha, dinner talk like that can hardly give you a nightmare. Now, speaking of nightmares, I just had this dream yesterday about Snape. I don't know much about Snape's sex life, but it possibly can't be like in my dream. I'll never see a man bend over all t……."

"BLAISE!!!! Shut the fuck up! Ahh!" Draco screamed and cursed himself for not thinking ahead and throwing his pillow at Blaise.

Harry's bedroom, the Validus manor

"Rise and shine, Harry! I want to see you up and ready in five minutes outside. Seven laps 'round the garden, and no stopping to catch your breath. Then we're going to train a bit more on elfin magic, so that means you must at least put in 2 hours of meditation. But I'll help you with that; guide you through it. Now get on with it, you're down to three minutes now." Harry groan and rolled over to his back, "But it's Sunday!" "Two minutes!" Argus called back as he walked down hall. The young hybrid buried his head in his many pillows and cursed his new mentor and early hours. Outside in the garden "Three more, Harry." Argus had placed himself in a chair facing the garden.

"But it's so cold, let me at least get my clothes back," Harry whined.

Argus just looked back at where Harry was running in only his boxers and smiled evilly. "No, I don't think so. Two more!"

Training room, the Validus manor

"I want us to try some vampire magic; more specifically, some mind magic. As you know, all Vampires are capable of entering the minds of lesser beings and whispering suggestions, which may cause the Mundane affected to believe that the suggestions were actually their own thoughts, and thereby leading them to do what the voice tells them to. This ability is often used by Vampires when they are in need of food. They connect their minds with a Mundane and try to draw them to them."

Argus was lecturing Harry as he finished his meditation and elfin magic practice. His control over fire and earth elements became better every time he used them. But Harry couldn't see any change of his control over the light elements, water and air. This, of course, pissed Harry off a bit, but Argus appeased him by assuring him that he would learn elfin magic better if the elves taught him and promising that he would arrange for Harry to go with the elves for a week or so to practise his magic. It might also be good for him to get to know the dark elves like he now knew the vampires. He was, after all, half elf; he should learn their manners and tradition just as he had learned the vampires'.

"Magnus, come here." Argus addressed a brown-haired servant and told him to stand in the corner of the room where Kay and his servant were.

"Try to ignore me and Harry; forget we are here and just talk with Kay about something."

He turned to Harry, as Magnus did as Mr. Validus had ordered. "Now, concentrate on Magnus. It's much like that legilimency-thing you wizards do. Try to connect your mind with him, but don't 'break down the door'; just lay in the background, much like a puppet master.

And whisper—don't speak—suggestions to him. But don't whisper suggestions that are…how should I say it…suggestions that no normal person really would do. For example, don't try to order someone to take off their pants and swing dance with largest man they see. The things you should say would be: 'Turn left', 'stop and turn' and 'go to that corner'."

Harry just nodded and smiled. He had some really wicked suggestions that he'd like to suggest to a couple of folks.

Oh, I wouldn't mind fucking around a bit with Malfoy…

"Now, concentrate on Magnus and whisper to him that he should stop talking and lift his right hand. It works best if you make one suggestion per sentence Harry. Now, let's see how you manage this one, my lad."

"Yes, let's see…" Harry grinned at his mentor and concentrated on the brown haired, blue eyed servant in quietly conversation with his twin. He stepped carefully forward, thinking about how legilimency worked, and remembering what Argus said about being the puppet master.

At first, he only felt a very weak presence at the edges of his awareness, like a small, annoying little buzz. As he concentrated further, the presence grew stronger and the buzz changed to whispered words…Magnus' thoughts, Harry realized. Harry couldn't hear entire sentences. Only two or three words were actually comprehensible, but they were 'spoken' so quietly that the Hybrid had difficulty understanding even those few words that he could hear.

Of course, he wouldn't have even been able to hear the servant's thoughts at all if it weren't for his dark elf genes. But that was, of course, beyond Harry's current knowledge. Something that he was also unaware of was that none of his vampiric acquaintances had ever heard of another vampire that could 'hear' thoughts, either, even if it was of Vampire craft, their art and branch of knowledge.

Why is he…not just…should...me…miss…Clearwater… mine.

Harry couldn't afford to let his mind wander, since he was now connected with Magnus', so he struggled to keep his mind clear.

Stop talking. he whispered quietly, just as he had been instructed. Lift your right hand. Magnus stopped talking right away, frowned and found himself slightly confused, but did not lift his hand.

Harry narrowed his eyes and tried again. Lift your right hand…Lift your right hand.

It took a couple of seconds, but as the servant lifted his right hand, Harry grinned and looked over to his mentor smugly.

"Well, did that go as expected, sir?" asked the student in mock-arrogance.

The mentor smiled back at him, and swung an arm around his shoulders. "It went even better than expected; you did very well, Harry. As I said, your mental control is indeed good, and the meditation seems to work well for you. Have you practiced meditation before?"

Harry shook his head. "No, but I've had previous experience with mind magic. I was in need of better mental control because of my connection with Voldemort; it was so strong that he could enter my mind and send me real or faked images and dreams. And while I couldn't keep him out, it nearly always ended in catastrophes. So I learned Occlumency. Admittedly, I was not really that good at it, but I managed. My teacher was dreadful, and we didn't get along at all…anyway, I haven't used meditation before, but I like it, so I'm definitely going to continue with it."

"You better. Now, lunch anyone?"

Dinning room, the Validus manor

"So, what have you boys planned for today? It's Sunday, so I'm sure you're not going shopping again." Argus asked his two sons as they sat and ate a simple lunch.

The twins looked at one another; the youngest shrugged his shoulders.

"We thought we'd just relax and catch a movie or something, since have to get up early tomorrow. Mr. Harmon called me while you were training and asked us to come a bit earlier to work tomorrow; said he wanted to talk to us about something. And, of course, there's the matter of us becoming personal trainers; we'll probably have to write a new contract or something.

Monday, 3'rd of august 07.30 am, Breathless.

"Hello boys, so nice that you could…come. What happened to you?!" Mr. Harmon stared strangely at Harry; the boy had changed…quite a bit, actually.

Harry looked over to Kay; they hadn't really discussed what they should tell their friends and co-workers. He really did look different, but it's not like they could just tell the truth, for obvious reasons…but he could bend the truth a bit, couldn't he? An excellent lie was already forming in his mind.

"I'm adopted," he said. His boss gaped, while Kay's eyes popped out.

"I'm a Validus now, Kay's real twin brother. Kay's father, Argus, adopted me on Saturday. I've been an orphan since my parents died when I was only one year old, and my only relatives are my aunt, uncle and cousin, but they don't really like me that much. Argus wanted me to have a family that actually loved me and could take care of me. And since Kay and I already think of ourselves as twins, why not make it legal?"

"So that's why I've changed so much. We thought it would be fun to make me as similar to Kay as possible. So I got rid of my old glasses and got lenses; the glasses always got in the way, anyway. New clothes, too, as the ones I had were all rags. Then I spent half a day at a spa, surrounded by women; I was the only male there, for obvious reasons. I got my nails done, and many more horrible treatments…though the whole body massage was a nice one. And as a finish I got my hair done. You like it? It certainly wasn't cheap!"

"Besides, we also thought it would be a good sales trick for the gym. Just imagine: 'The Validus twins, your personal trainers. Twice the treatment, twice the glory'. It could be a hit!"

Harry smiled up at his boss, thankful that he had managed to gain significant control over facial shape-shifting rather quickly. It wouldn't do for Mr. Harmon to spot Harry's new ears and teeth.

"I...well, congratulations, then, Mr. Harry Potter Validus, is it?" the elderly man asked with a smile.

"It's Harry Validus Potter, actually. And thanks," Harry said and shook Mr. Harmon's extended hand.

"Well, Mr. Validus Potter, lets write some new contracts, shall we? And that sales trick you've got is an excellent idea. I think I might use it in our new brochure!"

"New brochure, Mr. Harmon?" Kay had just picked his chin up from the floor, where it had landed after Harry's creative tale.

Their superior didn't answer Kay before the three of them were safely secured in his office. He sat down behind his desk and grinned wickedly at the two legal twins.

"Yes, our new brochure. That was the reason I called you and asked for you two to come a bit earlier today. I had some time for myself this weekend, and I spent most of it thinking about Breathless. And my very productive thinking ended in the brilliant idea of making a new brochure for Breathless. And that is where you two come in. You're going to be my models, and I won't take no for an answer. I want a picture of you two together, posing as personal trainers. I'm hoping to 'sell' you as a pair. It will, of course, be twice as expensive as if you two worked separately, but I'm not expecting everybody to be able to afford both you at the same time, so you will also have to work separately."

"Anyway, I'm giving you two half the day off. You are to come with me down to the photographer. All the clothes and accessories are down there. I've also hired stylists and makeup artists so all you have to bring are your pretty faces."

Harry looked worried. This wasn't good.

"Calm down, Harry. No one will recognize you. After all, it's not like you look anywhere near the same as you did just a month ago," Kay whispered to his twin, who nodded and smiled gratefully back at him.

"Well then, are you ready? We have to be down there in an hour," Mr. Harmon said as he stood and ushered them out of his office.

Down town at the photographer

"Welcome, welcome, Mr. Harmon." The photographer, Mrs. Furge, met them with a bright smile as they walked into her studio. Everything was ready; the stylists and makeup artists that Mr. Harmon had arranged for were already there with all their equipment, ready to get a day's worth of work done.

"Ah, and these two lovely young men must be the models you wish to use!" Mrs. Furge smiled from Mr. Harmon to the twins, who stood awkwardly by the door, ready to bolt if they were given the opportunity.

Mrs. Furge was a stout lady in her late thirties. Her dark blond hair was thick and full, and her big round eyes were a soft baby blue. A Hollywood smile brightened up her whole appearance, and it even reached her eyes.

"And what a good choice you've made, Mr. Harmon! Such strong and vigorous young men. They will certainly do your business good. Say, what modelling agency do you two come from; Christy's perhaps?" the energetic lady asked, addressing the twins. They, of course, couldn't remember how to form words with their mouths, but they were saved by their boss, who had spotted their anxiety and confusion.

"I don't need models, Mrs. Furge. These two work for me as personal trainers," he said proudly.

"This is Kay Validus." He placed his left hand on Kay's right shoulder as he made the introductions.

"And this is Harry Validus Potter," he said as he placed his right hand on Harry's left shoulder. Mrs. Furge didn't react immediately to his name, which Harry took as a good sign. He didn't know what he would do if she turned out to be a witch…that could end in disaster.

But then her eyes grew large and she stared at Harry with obvious shock.

Oh no, no, no. I don't need this right now…

"My lord, are y...you…"

Please don't be a witch, PLEASE don't be a witch... Harry dreaded the worst. She's going to contact the media, and Dumbledore, and the...

"Are you m..married, at such a young age?"

I'm going to be in sooo much trouble. I…what…?

"What…?" Harry looked at her, not comprehending her question immediately, but realizing that it had nothing to do with his true identity. Now, if only he could remember what she had just asked him…

"I just wondering if you were married, since you two are obviously brothers, but you have an extra name."

"Oh no, I'm adopted!" Harry said happily and followed Kay and Mr. Harmon further inside.

Inside the shop, at the set

After Harry and Kay had been powdered and styled by the workers, they were helped into proper clothes for the shooting. Well, what Mr. Harmon thought were proper. The stylists wanted to put the gorgeous twins in something rather different. But if Harry remembered correctly, his boss had used several colourful adjectives when he explained to the three young women why he would not let the twins pose in those specific outfits.

So they ended up using mostly their working outfits: Tight black muscle-shirts with bold yellow letters spelling 'Breathless' on the back and over the left side of the chest. Loose black pants for some pictures, and small shorts for others. The female faction of the work crew was especially fond of those picture.

Much to Harry's and Kay's amusement, they had to pose stretching and working out. Oils were rubbed onto their skin to give them a shiny, sweat-glistened look, and their dark hair was arranged to appear as if they had really worked out for a bit before the pictures were shot, but they were both smiling charmingly. The point was to make it look like the twins were having fun. The message to the people was simple; start training at Breathless and get a body like theirs while having fun at the same time!

And, of course, Mr. Harmon wished to lure people to his gym by showing of his excellent and extremely charming personal trainers.

"Flex your arm a bit more Kay…good. Now look over at Harry and make it look like you're concentrating on doing the exercise exactly like he does…very good. Harry, just look at me...lift your chin a bit…that's great."

Mrs. Furge shot the picture and turned to Mr. Harmon. "They are all good shots, Mr. Harmon, but I think it would be great to get a picture of the two of them helping out a 'customer'. People who see it may wish it was them being helped by the personal trainers at Breathless, instead of the person posing in the picture…" she suggested with a knowing smile and nodded over to one of the makeup artists.

The man grinned back and nodded his agreement; that would be a neat sales pitch, indeed.

"You there, with the blond hair Get into some training clothes and let the twins 'train' you," he called to a grinning girl in her mid twenties who practically ran out to her car to get the training gear she would be using later today after work.

As she was placed between the smiling young men with tight black shorts and shirts, she decided that she was definitely going to change training studios. Breathless seemed to have an excellent offer that suited her just perfectly. Well, two offers, actually…

Outside Breathless

When Harry and Kay came to work the next Wednesday, they were met with a horrible sight. Kay grabbed his younger twin by the arm and squeezed it hard, painfully so.

"Is that a 6 foot tall pasteboard figure?" he asked, scared stiff.

"Yes."

"In the largest window of our gym for all to see?" Kay questioned slowly.

"It would seem so."

"Of us?" he spoke quietly, afraid of the answer.

"Indeed."

"Posting in tight and tiny shorts?" the elder of the two whimpered and tried to spare his virgin eyes from the sight.

"I'm afraid so…" Harry rubbed Kay's suddenly stiff shoulders. He looked over to the huge eye-catching figure and gave a wry smile.

"Well, at least we're not bending over…much…"

TBC

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