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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Its characters. That honor belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Warnings: there will be talk of abuse and rape. Also this will be a snarry and there will be cross-dressing. If you don't like still read. I want your opinions. Harry will be 16 when he hooks up with Severus.

+*+…...ONE WEEK LATER…+*+

In a family run bed n' breakfast, Harry woke up gasping and screaming, having just witnessed one Voldemort's torture sessions. A little after his 15th birthday Harry started to feel every curse done by Voldemort. The worse was the Avada Kedavra which felt like millions of crucios as the soul is ripped from the body. It soon got to be that whenever a death eater is summoned, Harry knew and felt it.

It seemed he found out that Harry was no longer under protection. And if the dear moldy-wart knows then so does Dumbledore.

I'll have to step up my plans for how to disappear. I need a way to move around unrecognizable. Harry pondered his problem. Well I can't go into the wizarding world like this. So my disguise would have to be muggle. Defiantly I need some new clothes. I guess I'll find out where to go from there.

Harry got up out of bed and made his way slowly to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror Harry studied his appearance. Over the past week, Harry had been repairing the damage done to his body. All signs of abuse where gone due to potions and his healing magic. Most scars were gone save for the lash marks and curse scars. His hair, with the help of magic, has grown to be about waist length, and fell with soft waves down his back. He had a slender and lithe body and an aristocratic face from his father which was softened by his mother's features. Mainly the eyes, nose, and lips. And his eyes, which he fixed with a combination of charms and potions, burned like fiery emeralds.

As Harry readied himself for the day, he wondered at the turn his life is making. He was finally free; free to live, love, and make his own decisions.

+*+…...SNAPE'S POV…….....+*+

Severus Snape was not happy. Two days ago when the Weasley twins went to go check up on Potter they found him missing. After alerting the Order a full blown manhunt was insured. Everyone pitched in, in the hopes of finding the brat.

Now as the onyxes eyed man limped down the corridors of Hogwarts he cursed Dumbledore, The Dark Lord, and HARRY POTTER. He'd just returned from the worst torture session this year. And that includes the man's displeasure of losing the Prophecy.

"Damn brat. Can't just stay where he belongs. Making trouble with foolish ….foolishness" Snape murmured and mumbled that and more all the way to his quarters.

+*+….HARRY'S POV…+*+

Harry walked into the muggle clothes store and waited for the lady to get finished with her costumers. He was at a store called 'Worlds Choice' a multi style clothes store. It had everything from the trendy to the gothic, for both genders.

This place has bound to have a style I can use. I mean there are already tons of styles.

"Hello how may I help you?" a voice broke through his musings. Turning around harry came face to face with a woman maybe three years older than him. She had short pixie cut strawberry blonde hair and a delicate figure. Her looks contrasted with the gothic look she was sporting.

"Um…. Well I need a new look. I don't want anyone to be able to recognize me. I want to be someone new" Harry told her. The girl looked him over from head to toe. Suddenly her face lit up and she let out a sequel.

"Yes, finally I get someone who would actually look good in my clothe designs!" she grabbed his hand and dragged him to a back room. "Ok now don't freak but here."

Harry looked at the clothes she wanted to show him, and nearly passed out. Dresses, blouses, skirts, panties, bras, and other majorly female merchandise is what he saw. "You know I'm a guy, right?" His voice sounded high and squeaky.

She laughed at him for that," Hi I'm Stella, and yes I know your gender. You said that you wanted to be someone new. So why not dress as a FEMALE? You have the physique for it and the looks. You can sooooooooo pull it off. Can you at least try?"

Harry looked at the hyper Goth and mentally sighed. "Ok."

"Yay! Ok you need this, and this, and that, and also this…" she went on and on. Harry could only watch helplessly as piles of feminine clothes was put in front of him. He could not help but wonder what he has gotten into.

+*+….*+*

Harry turned around and stared. After hours where the Crazy Goth had made him try on different cloths they finally found a style he liked.

He favored the silk panties and bras, loving how they felt against his skin. The bra was padded with a small cp size due to his small frame. Stuffed in the bra was a weird rubber thing that looked like real breasts. The under garments were all white or black silk with sewed in designs.

Shorts that were tight and stopped mid thigh were bought in abundance. As well as black and red skinny jeans. He also loved longs skirts that showed off his delicate ankles. He got three pairs of shoes; a pair of white sandals, black leather boots that reached just below the knee, and a pair of purple and black high-tops. Most of his shirts were blouses with some type of design, but there were some nice looking graphic tees that hugged him in all the right places.

He bought multiple accessories too. Chains and ribbon belts. Pendants, bracelets, and earrings. Even small over the shoulder bags.

All together his style was a mixed of formal and casual.

"Th…thanks you. This means so much to me." Harry told her. Overwhelmed with how HOT AND CUTE he looked.

"Don't mention it. Just be sure to put this concealer on your scar. Oo... wait." She left to fish around out back. "Here let me put this on." On his neck she put on a black and silver chocker with a golden phoenix broach in the middle." There that aught to hide your Adam's apple."

Harry looked again in the mirror. If he didn't already know he was a guy he would think he was a girl. "It's perfect."

"Now before you leave you have to make a new name for yourself."

Harry thought. He decided to take a little of all three of his parents; his mother, his father, and the only father figure he had, his Godfather. "My new name is Esmeralda Jamie Black."

TBC

(Hello again. I just want to say…I love this story. I am sorry for those that want to get on with this but I just have to make sure the story is the best it can be. Moonlitcat out!)