Harry becomes his true self;
"suddenly a searing pain race through his spine into his head Harry collapsed to the ground in agony...
...his vision started to close in and fade to darkness and then all he knew was the shadows of his own eyelids."
Or
...
Harry made his way back through the alley, dodging his way through the crowds of families and the beginnings of the first years showing up to buy their supplies. His new pendant safely hidden beneath the collar of his shirt.
He slipped, unnoticed, through the back entrance of the leaky cauldron. At least that's what he thought.
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A pair of curious brown eyes watched as a suspicious looking man made his way through the pub, glancing around wearily at everyone around him. The young man made a beeline for the muggle entrance and the watching eyes stayed tacked to his form, until he was full out of sight.
"Hm... Dumbledore may find that interesting. He certainly had dark magic."
The man then turned back to his fire-whiskey, a small reminder in the back of his head that would see him visiting the old headmaster later that very same day.
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Harry exited exited from the leaky cauldron and immediately turned left, heading towards the train overpass. He followed through the car tunnel, using the pedestrian walkways, to make his way towards the busier areas of the city.
He wandered semi-aimlessly, just wanting to peruse the shop fronts and making note of things that he might like to buy in the future. Or, rather, things which he believed that his friends may like to purchase.
After a good 20, or so, minutes of walking, he passed by a sleek monochrome store front, taking pause as he identified the purpose of the shop. He thought back to his ideas when he first saw his new hair and reached up to tug thoughtfully at the excessively long fringe area. His fringe fell more like curtains, now. He actually didn't think he should even call it a fringe, since it seemed like an insult to fringes.
"Alright, Barbers, here we go then." He nodded to himself and moved into the modern decor'd floor area.
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40 minutes later, Harry emerged from the shop with his new haircut, a happy smile once again gracing his face, as he subconsciously ran his hand though it. He couldn't help it! It was at that length where the need to comb it with your fingers was a constant uphill battle. Then again, he didn't want to mess up the style it was in. His hairdresser, a very stylish man, if he did say so himself, had taught him how to style it the way that it currently was. So, he was confident that he could keep his hair as it was, he even bought three average-sized tubs of the hair gum. Supposedly, it was better for your hair because of some natural ingredient and the additive vitamins.
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His hair was shortest at the nape of his neck, before graduating into slightly longer on-level and above his ears, and then the top and front the longest. His newly improved fringe now hung bouncingly within the parameters of his vision and the hair products had managed to tame his Potter curls into more of a light curl/ loose wave.
(A/N: hey what's everyone's opinions on Harry's GoF hairstyle- the one from the films[?])
He noticed that a few girls, passing by, giggled as they saw him and for once it didn't freak him out. He knew that they were giggling like the girls who have little puppy-love crushes. With that in mind, along with a satisfied grin, he turned on his heel and began walking away down the street, though not before looking back over his shoulder to throw the girls a wink and then disappearing into the muggle influx of crowds.
