Harry has a Darkside

Chpt 4- Freedom & Third School Year

Harry's Pov

     I woke up from my pleasant memory of Yule to an owl that I recognize as Gringotts owl. I gave the owl my left over food as I open the letter. A chain earring fell into my hand as I pulled the letter out. It was the Lord earring. A gold speckled onyx was hanging down on a silver chain from an ebony P that had silvery vines twisting and wrapping around it. I read the letter saying I was partially emancipated and Lord Potter. It was stating the rules of my emancipation. I read the letter through my and then grinned. It was finally done. Dumbledore can't do or say shit now.

    I packed the clothes that I did bring into the small spelled extended suitcase. I switched the earring out and tapped the bands on my neck. They were now silver and ebony looking, like a galaxy effect, with gold specks. The onyx still looked like the night sky. I was wearing my black slim fitting v-neck sleeve-less top with my leather pants, boots, and wrist bands. I put on my Slytherin belt. My hair was like Kuran's except that the under section of my neck was long to my chest and was a bit shorter around my ears. It showed the earring as broad as day. I do my make-up for the day, which was hide the scar and light amount of eye-liner. I then hear banging on the door from down stairs. Considering my birthday was last night, I had a feeling I knew who it was. My door was then unlocked. It was my so called 'Aunt' Petunia. "Go answer the door," she snarls. I grab my suitcase and hurry towards the door not caring what she thought or if I woke up the others. I open the door to see Blaise. "I take it you got the banks letter then?" He asked. I smirked and replied, "Hai. Where's Mrs. Zabinni? Isn't she taking us?" "Port key," he stated. "Boy! Who's at the door?!" I hear the whale yell. "My ride out of this bloody hell, and I don't ever have to come back!" I yelled back then step outside, slamming the door. We walked to the forest edge that was by the park and used the port key there. We were taken to a Wizarding part of Japan. I see Cissy and Mrs. Zabinni waving at us. "Let the shopping commence!" I hollered out and laughed. Blaise just shook his head.

      I told Cissy and Mrs. Z, as I call Mrs. Zabinni when I'm extremely happy, the good news as we were shopping. I should have been prepared for the talk that was to happen next, but I wasn't. "Now you can announce you are looking for courtship. Oh just imagine all the males lining up to your door," chatted excited Mrs. Zabinni. I blushed madly. "Not if my Dragon has anything to say about it," replied Aunt Cissy. "Cissy!" I yelled. My face was red now. It got worse when Draco showed up behind me and spoke; making me jump. "What's going on?" He asked. "We're having issues on what would look good on Harry. Would you mind helping out Dragon?" asked Cissy. He hums and looks around. I see his eyes narrow. "I'll be right back," he tells us as he walks off. I glare at Cissy. She was up to something; I just new it.

Draco's Pov

         I walked off to start grabbing the items I've seen earlier. My mother has asked my help before with her things, so I didn't find it odd. She knows I have good taste in fashion even though I don't go crazy about it like she does. I first grab a dark grey Japan style long knitted sweater jacket, next harem pants that were black with silver leaf print on them, then a Kanji Judo Sakura print t-shirt, and a pair of Steam Punk Rock Rivets leather long gloves that were black. Harry already had knee high leather boots with buckles on them; so I didn't need to find shoes to match. I went back to Harry and handed him the clothes. He grabs the clothes without looking at me and went to the changing closet. I looked at my mother with a raised eyebrow; she was smirking but didn't answer my questioning look I was giving her. I looked over to Blaise and he shook his head. A few minutes later Harry came back out, and all I could do was stare. The pants and shirt was slim fitting on him. Gloves and boots a snug fit, and while the sleeves on the cardigan were slim, it flowed and swayed as he walked below chest and down; giving a gentle elegance to his slight punk-gothic look. It suited him perfectly. "I just knew Dragon could find something for you Kitten. Doesn't he, Katora?" Mother asked Mrs. Zabinni.