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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. As of now nothing to graphic. Maybe later. 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 6 when he hooks up with Severus.

+*+……...THE NEXT DAY…..….…. +*+

As Harry tried on his new clothes for his first outing as a girl, he couldn't help but wonder what his friends would think of him now. He was wearing a peach colored blouse with a Scoop neckline with a keyhole and tie at the bottom. It had Cut-outs at the shoulders and Elbow-length sleeves with bunching at the sides. He was also wearing a light green knee length skirt with ruffles creating a spiral from hip to knee. His shoes were simple white sandals with straps part way up the ankle. (AN: he is wearing makeup but I am really bad about makeup.)

The day before at the shop, after trying on loads of clothes, Harry was surprised at how comfortable he was in them. He had looked in the mirror, and saw beauty. He couldn't help but love how the clothes made him look and feel. He'd even found a way to cover his scar with muggle makeup and a preserving charm. Today would be his first time as a girl for real.

As Harry finished applying his makeup he walked to the door. Before he walked out he had a severe case of nerves. What if someone notices? What are they going to do? Their savior is dressed as a female .NO, they don't matter! I will deal with this if I must. Whatever happens at least I tried to have a life. With that decided Harry left the room. Three hours later he was at the entrance to Diagon Alley.

Harry walked down the street and noticed everyone staring at him, and was a first anxious that they knew who he was. Well at least till someone came up and asked him out. After politely telling him no Harry continued on. This time he walked with confidence in himself. For the first time, people were staring, not because of the fact that he out of his family is alive, but because he looked good. The desired him.

There was a certain freedom as a girl. As he stopped to talk to people, he relised it. He could be himself. For the first time he could show people who he is. Harry didn't know if he could explained it well himself. Harry didn't care that he was not really a girl. This persona is more him than Harry Potter was anyway. Always having to hide how Slytherin he was and how he felt about things like the war and light and dark magic. To him everything is equal, magic, people, and beliefs. He would save the life of a Death Eater as much as an Order member. He loved helping people, and nothing anyone tried to do would change that.

He even agreed with what Tom Riddle originally tried to do. Tom, not Voldemort, wanted Muggle-born's to have separate classes when they first entered the wizarding world so they could catch up with purebloods. Also he wanted constant monitoring on their home-life's so abuse wouldn't happen. He wanted to start up orphanages in the wizarding world for the orphans and muggle-born's that were taken from abusive homes. Sadly Tom died in madness, and the creature Voldemort was born.

As Harry neared Gringots, he could not help but wonder what he would tell the goblins. How do you tell creatures of magic that you suddenly wanted to dress like the opposite gender? Because Harry didn't think 'Hi I'm Harry Potter and I love how wearing a dress makes me feel' would cut it.

As Harry walked over to a goblin at the teller desk thingy (AN: please don't be mad I'm not good at describing some stuff.) he was surprised to recognize the goblin. "Griphook?" Harry could tell the goblin was surprised. The being narrowed his eyes at him/her, trying to place the human.

When Griphook's eyes widened fractionally Harry knew he'd figured out who he was." Mr. Potter! Why are you dressed like that?" harry was surprised to hear the surprise in the goblin's voice. They are usually such emotionless things.

"I wanted to disappear while keeping my life." Harry said simply.

"Of course, now why are you here?" Griphook asked Harry.

"Well I want to get emancipated, so I can have full control of my accounts, assets, and other such stuff." Harry silently told the Goblin as they walked to the back rooms.

"Well for that top happen we'd have to see if you have the ability to go through the magical inheritance when it's not your Birthday. Most wizards/witches can't because they don't have enough power." Griphook explained.

The goblin led Harry down the hallway. Harry was in awe of the detailed carvings portraying battle, love, story, or nature scenes. The rock walls seemed to move as the scenes reenacted themselves. "What do you mean 'magical inheritance'?" harry questioned the goblin.

"When ever a wizard/witch reaches the age of adulthood they go through magical maturity. During that blocks on your powers disappear and you gain your full powers." Griphook explained. "Now when that happens depending on how powerful your family and you are, you gain a magical inheritance. The powers passed down by blood. Today we are going to use an inheritance potion, and then we will induce magical maturity"

They entered a huge cavern like room with a desk in the middle. Griphook led harry to the desk and had him sit down. Sitting across from harry Griphook pulled out a parchment of paper and a vial full of clear liquid with a swirl of gold in the middle" now I need one drop of blood," harry allowed him to prick his figure "Thank you."

After the goblin mixed the blood and dumped it on the paper, words appeared.

Inheritance of Harrison James Potter

Slytherin = Parlselmagic and elemental water + air

Hufflepuff= wand-less magic and empathic abilities (AN: think Jasper from Twilight. FYI may favorite character in that book.)

Gryffindor = multi-animagus and "PEACE SPAEKER" abilities

Potter= Wings

Evens= mind magic

Black= Black magic

Harry could tell the goblin was surprised. Who wouldn't be? Even he was surprised. He expected the Potters, but he wasn't aware of the other ones. He didn't even Know Sirius had Blood adopted him.

"Well Mr. Potter. That was certainly interesting. An inheritance like that I wouldn't be surprised at you already showing signs of these powers. Have you?"

Harry thought back and relised that the amazing things he could do where his inheritance seeping through early. "Yes. Wand-less magic, multi-animagus, and Parseltongue. I've never tried Parlselmagic." Harry replied to Griphook's question. Harry was feeling something weird, a good and a bad feeling all at ounce, about finding out about the Black inheritance. He was sad that Sirius never got a chance to tell him.

"Ok. Now follow me." Harry silently followed the goblin to another room, this one covered in glowing blue symbols. After being directed to the very middle Griphook spoke again "you might want to take off your clothes for this" he waited a moment while a super-duper pink Harry Potter took of his clothes. "Now this will hurt. Before I start, what name will you take? Last name I mean?"

Harry thought about it and knew there was only one choice. "I'm going to take the name of the only father I knew. The man who blood-adopted me. Black."

"Ok, Good choice. Your title will be LORD HARRISON SIRIUS BLACK. You will be lord of Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Black, Potter, and Evens. Now I will begin" Griphook started to talk in and indistinguishable language. Gobbledygook. The room started to glow a multitude of colors that all converged on one point. Harry.

Harry dropped to his knees as a terrible pain hit him. His body felt like it was ion fire. Harry could do nothing but sit and ride out the pain. One thought going through his mind was; what the fuck was I thinking! Crap this hurts. Harry hardly noticed when he started to understand the Gobbledygook. All he felt was pain. Until there was nothing but black.

TBC

(AN: geez { wipes sweat of forehead} Chapter three rewrite done. I am having such a hard time with this so the story is good. For those of you who read the original four chapters thanks for the support. This story is a joy to write and rewrite. Please review some more.)