might be out of character, but you'll live. I cannot tell you how much it hurt to type this story...

disclaimer: im a poor writer. and could not buy the rights for Harry Potter. Rowling has them, though. Sigh...I knew I shouldn't have bought that mansion...

Chapter one
It was ticking closer to midnight on July 31, which was the time that Harry James Potter was born. It was his sixteenth birthday and he felt slightly naseaus. Harry had messy black hair, emerald eyes and tanned skin. Currently he was in his pajamas laying on top of a blanket, which was on the floor.

Harry was thinking back to the movement when James and his mother had told him about his real father.

flashback
Harry at the age of ten

"Dave, Harry, your mother and I have something to tell the two of you. Would you come in here please?"

Harry, who was a mini-carbon copy of James, traded glances with his older brother. Dave had blood-red hair that was slightly wavy, tanned skin, and hazel eyes. They both wore matching outfits of a black t-shirt, khaki shorts, and black sneakers.

Shrugging, Dave led the way into the kitchen. Harry and Dave sat at the table across from their parents. Lily held a picture frame in her hands, and James looked nervous about something. "Umm, how to began?" James started.

Lily, who was just as apprehensive, smiled reassuringly at him before turning to her sons and taking over the conversation.

"Dave, Harry, you two know what half-borhters are, right?"

They nodded.

"Well, you see, umm..you two are half-brohters. Dave, your father is James while Harry's father is...was..a close friend of mine." Lily said as calmly as she could.

She then turned the picture frame around, revealing a man in black robes with sallow pale skin, greasy hair, obsidian eyes, and a large, hooked nose. A scowl graced his features. Harry sat there, numb, while Dave began stating that it couldn't be true.

Lily was calm throughout it all. "His name is Severus Snape. Harry, he doesn't know about you because I didn't want him to until you were old enough to accept him as your father."

Harry stood up without saying a word, and locked himself in his room for three weeks, barely eating, and never speaking. At times he would go without water for days, unable to drink, his lips becoming cracked until they bled at times. Dave had managed a way in through the window at times to witness the punishment his brother (blood meant nothing to him) inflicted upon himself.

His eyes were the most troublesome. Emptiness. Confusion.

end flashback

When Harry came back to the present time, he realized that the changes were beginning to occur. His face became slightly softer around the edges, his emerald eyes were tinged with obsidian, his tanned slowly faded to a healthy pale, and his untamed, raven black hair grew to his waist in tame, wispy waves.

Harry knew that even with the blood ritual that made Harry James' adopted son as well as a real Potter, he had always resembled Lily more than James or his real father. Now he looked slightly more like his biological father, but Lily's genes seemed to dominate him.

Once the naseaous feeling passed, Harry got up and walked over to the mirror on his closet. Looking at himself, Harry made a disgusted face before mumbling, "Great, I look like a girl with a flat chest. Fun. Dave, James (decided that since James wasn't his father, he wouldn't call him 'father' unless he was overly emotional) and Sirius will never let me live this down. Remus will try to be optimistic about it, and mom..."

Harry's eyes widened as he realized exactly what his mom would do. Lily would try to dress him as a girl as often as she could get away with it. James and Sirius would be more than willing to help her. Not only that, but tomorrow they were to move back to England, so Dave could attend Hogwarts for his last year. Harry would attend Hogwarts for his last two years.

Dave pretty much looked the same way he did when he was eleven. Dave is a year older than Harry (if you haven't gathered yet). Dave was tall, and lean muscles, and a fit body. Harry was always a bit on the short side (vertically challenged, as he liked to put it) and delicate would be the best way to put it.

Making his mind up, Harry decided to see his brother before going to bed.

Opening his bedroom door quietly, Harry peered at his brother's door. Seeing the light on, Harry knew his brother was still up. Walking over, Harry quietly knocked on Dave's door. A muffled, "Come in," was heard.

Harry entered and saw Dave hunched over his drawing pad.

Both Harry and Dave loved art and quidditch. Harry also like to read, sit quietly under a tree, write stories and poems, and he loved playing the piano. Dave loved hanging out with friends, going to parties, playing the guitar and drums, and animals.

"Dave?"

Dave glanced at his younger brother, shock registering in his eyes as he viewed Harry's hair. Then he split into a Cheshire grin, standing up. Fingering Harry's long hair, he said, "I have a sister. What can I do for you, fair lady?"

He bowed, taking Harry's hand and kissing it.

Harry snatched it away, scowling. "You can help me against mom when she decides to play dollhouse. Or you can join us as a fairy prince."

Dave shuddered at the very thought. "Touche. I see your point."

Harry smiled, seeing he had won.

"Time for you to go to sleep, Harry." Dave smiled as Harry pouted at him.

After a couple minutes of a staring contest, Harry looked away and mumbled, "Goodnight Dave."

The next morning, Harry woke up before everyone else. He changed into a plain skin-tight, dark slightly loose (otherwise very fitting) black pants held up by a black leather belt, and black sneakers. Once done changing, Harry went to wake Dave up. Dave changed intoa dark blue muscle shirt, dark black jeans that fitted just right, and black sneakers.

When they finally went down into the kitchen, they saw that Lily and James were up, and that Sirius and Remus had arrived to help them move. Dave walked into the kitchen first, to test their moods. James looked at his oldest son. "Where's Harry?"

"Now at sixteen, Harry has changed. He's afraid of your reaction." He sat back in a chair, propping his feet on the table, folding his arms behind his head.

"Why would he worry about our reaction to his true looks?" Sirius queried curiously, while Lily scolded Dave about his feet.

Dave removed his feet. "Sorry, mom. Remy, could you convince him to show his girly-"

He stopped when he felt Harry's death glare at the back of his head. Turning around, he found himself facing an irate Harry. "Sorry, Henrietta."

"Not another word," he replied coldly, which wasn't helped by the sudden swirl of anger in his emerald-obsidian eyes.

For several minutes, all four adults were silent as they digested Harry's new look.

Lily was the first to recover. She squealed happily before fussing over him. "I'm jealous! You have silk hair, a perfect complexion, and your eyes are tinged with obsidian. It's soooo not fair. A boy shouldn't be so beautiful."

"Mom, knock it off. Besides, I want to cut my hair." Harry told her, trying to get away from her tight embrace.

"What!" She was outraged. "But why? It looks good long."

"Mom, please." He raised his voice slightly, to prove he was serious.

Lily pouted. "Oh fine, I'll find the scissors."

James and Sirius broke out in laughter after desperate attempts to stifle their chuckles. Remus just smiled at Harry encouragingly. Harry sent James and Sirius death glares.

"Oh come on. Harry, you've got to admit it is funny. You look like a girl." Sirius grinned, throwing an arm around Harry.

Lily came back into the kitchen with the scissors, and suggested they get to cutting. However, taking a strand in her hands, it immediatley regrew. Harry sighed, knowing they wouldn't be able to cut it. Instead, they put it in a low ponytail at the base of his neck, so that it was out of his way.

An hour later, Dave, Harry, and James were at their new place (Godric's Hollow) which was unplottable and located in the English countryside. They were helping move their stuff through the floo netwoek. For a whole day they moved things back and forth as well as unpacked their things.

By the time Harry went to bed, he was too exhausted to worry abou the next day when they would visit family friends. Of course, he didn't know that he'd meet two people who would become some of his closest friends.