Harry's Girls

Losing Balance

01:03
Location- #4 Privet Drive

Finally the pain had stopped a few minutes ago. Harry sat up gingerly, and stood up from the bed with a fluid grace that was foreign to him.

Luckily, there was an old body mirror that used to belong to Petunia in the corner near the door. As he crossed the room to reach it, he noticed how tight the clothes he wore were. He needed to get new ones ASAP.

As he stared at his reflection in the mirror, his breath was taken away.

His hair that used to be a dry brownish-black rat's nest was now a short , wavy pitch black with a side fringe that hung a bit near his now bright neon green eyes. He was amazed that he could see every detail in the room without any light. In fact, it looked like it was daylight in the room. The difference was that the colors in the room were a slightly darker tone.

He had high, aristocratic cheekbones and eyebrows, his eyes were narrow and looked deadly. His nose was a little upturned like a certain Draco Malfoy's. His lips were a pastel red, and plumped up just a little bit and felt soft like satin.

His skin was pale as the moonlight that touched the Earth at night. Harry loved his new height. He was one of the shortest people in his year, INCLUDING the girls. Now, he stood at an alarming six foot five. He knew that Ron would be shorter than him, the redhead was at least six feet.

He was always a bit scrawny, but thanks to Quidditch, his body had toned nicely and he had gotten some muscle. But now... bands of lethal looking muscles were all over his body but they were just a bit under the surface, revealing just enough to intimidate even the toughest of people.

All in all, Harry looked like a marble statue of a Greek god.

All of a sudden, he felt this intense pull, a calling to find his mates. He tried to ignore it as much as he could so he could get a few things in order before he left.

He set Hedwig free and opened the window to let her fly off. "Go to my mate's home. I'll be there soon,"he told her.

The snowy owl barked and flew off.

Harry gathered all his important things such as his parents' album, his Firebolt, Hedwig's cage and his homework. Who knows? Maybe he may not listen to Hermione's warning.

He put all of that into his trunk and shrunk his trunk.

With one last glance around the room that was his for the last six summers, Harry walked into a shadow and disappeared.

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Location-Malfoy Manor, Living Room

Two sets of eyes snapped open. One pair was a red that looked like it was made from fire itself and the other looked bluer than the most cloudless, sunny day.

A now female Voldemort and Lucius almost dazedly walked to a nearby shadow in the corner, as if waiting for something. Their clothes hung loosely on their bodies, ready to fall off at the slightest touch.

"Lucius, dear, what are you—"began Narcissa, but she was cut off with an irritated hand raised by the blond.

"Shh! He's coming!"Lucius said in a high soprano.

"Who's coming?"asked Bellatrix.

"Quiet!"Voldemort scolded in a high alto voice. The insane woman immediately fell silent. Draco was still staring at his father and his Lord, dumbfounded at what he was seeing. Why weren't they freaking out yet?

Maybe it was that shock thing he had heard the Granger girl explain to the Gryffindorks at one point.

"Draco, open the window. The middle one,"murmured the female Lucius.

"Why?"he asked.

Lucius glared at him (something that shook Draco, because his father had never glared at him!) and said in a dark voice:

"Just do it."

Narcissa frowned as the youngest Malfoy scurried over to the window. "Lucius! What has gotten into you—"she started, but was cut off yet again by the arrival of Hedwig flying through the open window.

"What is that owl doing here?!"yelled Rabastan. Rodolphus aimed a wand at Hedwig as she sailed towards Voldemort and Lucius.

"Don't shoot at her, you imbecile!"Voldemort shouted at Rodolphus.

The Lestrange put his wand back into his burgundy robes, staring wearily at the two newly transformed females.

Hedwig went and perched on Lucius' shoulder, rubbing her face against the blond's hair. Lucius stared at the bird indulgently.

Voldemort didn't take her [referring to either Tommy or Lucy as she/her from now on] eyes off the I shadowed corner.

There was a small motion that made a little ripple in the shadows, making the brunette gasp softly and tap the blond.

A person stepped out of the shadows and it wasn't one anybody expected.

It was Harry Potter himself.