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Chapter 7 The Harry That You Thought You Knew Isn't Real

"How exactly did this come about, Draco?" Snape asked him, his dark eyes glancing at Harry, who still had the yellow rose in his hair, every few seconds.

"Well," Malfoy began, also looking toward the only Gryffindor in the room. "A few days ago I realized that Harry and I hadn't been fighting quite as frequently as usual. Or at all, really. So I decided to find out why. Logically, I went to Granger and not Wease- Um, I mean Weasley."

Harry was looking shocked at this information, but he didn't say anything, preferring to remain silent unless addressed by one of them.

"She told me that Harry was sick. That he wasn't eating, sleeping or responding to anything that anyone said or did. Anyway, I went to the Hospital Wing intending to shake him out of it. He was dreaming about me. He called my name a few times. I realized then that I care about him. Because I hated seeing him in so much pain. So this morning I… ambushed him in the hallway and kissed him. We talked, and, here we are."

"Indeed," Snape said calmly. "And the yellow rose was your first Courting gift to him?"

"Yes."

"Why yellow, if I may ask?"

"I thought about black, but since I had intended to put it in his hair… Well, you see the problem there. Red roses are so overused, white is similarly clichéd, and pink is far too girly. No, I know that the yellow is just right."

Harry actually giggled, blushing and covering his own mouth when the both look at him in surprise.

"Um, sorry, you're just so adorable, Dray. I mean, thinking about what color rose would look best in my hair. It's sweet and thoughtful. Thank you."

"Where is Harry Potter and what have you done with him?" Snape asked in a tone of voice that astonishingly sounded a bit like wonderment.

Harry blushed again, the color in his pale cheeks deepening as he looked down at the floor, his voice soft as he spoke.

"This is me… The real me, I mean. The other Harry… The one that you thought you knew… The one that everyone else knows… He's not real. Maybe he was once, but now… I just use him to protect myself… If they… If everyone knew what I was… They would just want to use me… I don't like being used. I just… For once in my life I just wanted someone to know me, to love me. I chose Draco because… I love him, and I know that he's strong enough to do it…"

"What do you mean, 'If everyone knew what you are?'" Draco asked, his gray eyes holding perplexity now. "What are you?"

Harry blinked, sighing as he started to unbutton his robes, ignoring their wide-eyed looks as he turned to Snape. "May I have a glass of water?"

The man nodded, conjuring him one with his wand and setting it on the table beside him.

"What on earth are you doing, Harry?" Draco asked warily.

"Answering your question," he said calmly. "Besides, I don't have any parts that either of you don't. Could you lock the door, please?"

The blonde nodded, using his wand to do so without ever taking his eyes off the Gryffindor. Harry turned his back to them, letting his robes float to the floor, revealing the fact that he wore nothing underneath them. He picked up the glass of water, removing his glasses and setting them on the table beside him, shocking them both when he dumped the glass of water over his head. At first, nothing noticeable happened, but then, something did.

Harry changed as the water touched him, his black hair growing longer quickly until it reached his waist, the ends curling over the cheeks of his bare buttocks enticingly (1). (1) (Enticingly) (Meaning, it's enticing to Draco, not Snape. That would be disturbing considering Harry is his Godson's Mate)

He turned to look at Draco, and they saw that between his fingers was a thin, clear webbing like thinly spread ice. Gills formed over his ribcage as they watched, though they could tell that he wasn't using them to breath, and his green eyes somehow became bigger in his face, shining wetly. Lastly, just as Harry sat down on the Dungeon floor, his legs transformed into a greenish gold fin. Snape stood there with his mouth hanging open, but Draco knelt at Harry's side, looking almost afraid to touch him now.

"Salazar, Harry…" he said, his voice and eyes both soft with wonder. "You're gorgeous… How?…"

"I don't really know," he admitted, smiling a bit as he looked up at him. "It only just happened this summer. I took a shower one of the times when the Dursley's were out of the house. I'd turned the water on and got in and, well, Harry the fish-boy. It took forever to go away so that I could get out. I was terrified the whole time that they'd catch me and put me in a zoo. Eventually I figured out that it only happened if I got wet, so I avoided water like it was the plague. I'm doing the same here, too. I get enough attention as it is. Can you imagine what would happen if this got out? Insults, jealously, my crazy fans dumping water on me so that I couldn't get away. Bloody hell, Voldemort dumping water on me for the same reason. I'd be nearly helpless to do anything. That's why I haven't told anyone, not even Ron and 'Mione. I do like it, but it's a weakness…"

"Don't worry about it, Harry, your secrets are safe with me and Sev," Draco promised, kissing him on the lips gently for a moment, admiring the yellow rose where it still rested against his now longer hair. "And we'll both protect you from anything that you need it from, alright? Come on, love. We should get to our next class. I'll dry you off real quick."