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Part I: Odds and Things

Chapter
Two: Aiden Caldwell

Harry moved very little for the rest of the
day. He remained in quiet contemplation
of the sad state his life had become.

He was alone now.

With only Snape to keep him company.

Harry Potter is dead, he thought to himself.

Harry Potter is dead.

Harry Potter is�

It became a sort of mantra in his mind. A chant repeated over and over and over
again. But the more he repeated it, the
more surreal it all seemed.

Harry Potter was dead�

So who was he?

*~*~*~*~*

Snape did not return the next day, or the day after
that. The boy was glad, for that was
the day he finally broke down and cried.
That was all he needed: Snape to
show up and bear witness to his childish sobbing. His grief was his own. He refused to share it with anybody, even
if it was the man who�d apparently saved his life.

Two more days.

There were books in the cupboard as well as the
food. Each day he�d tried to start
reading one. He�d get several dozen
pages in before he realized he hadn�t the faintest idea what the book was
about. It would resume its place in the
shelf.

On the sixth evening, Snape returned.

The sudden sound of the lock releasing brought the
boy out of his beginning slumber. He�d
taken to sleeping to pass the time. He
knew that wasn�t healthy, but there was little else for him at the moment. When he came around fully, Snape was already
seated in his previous chair.

�I am Professor Severus Snape. Who. Are. You?�

He rubbed his eyes wearily.

�Aiden Caldwell.�

�Aiden.
Fire. Good, you�ll need
that. What made you choose it?�

He shrugged.
�In� Nursery School, there was a boy who was nice to me. Even my cousin�s threats didn�t scare
him. His family moved away before the
year was out. He was the last friend
I�d had before� Ron��

�And Caldwell?�

He nudged his chin towards the cupboard. �It was in one of those books over there�
the author�s name I think.�

�Well, Aiden.
It is time for you to meet your new face.�

Harry�s eyes widened.

�You didn�t really expect to keep your same looks
did you?�

He shook his head slowly. �No. No ess ess not. I just never really thought about it.�

Snape stood up and summoned a standing mirror out
of thin air. It was placed in front of
the boy on the bed.

�Nothing too drastic. Subtly is more often effective than dramatic change. Drink this first.� Harry took the offered vile and downed it. It tasted like almonds. Harry felt his face go numb.

Snape observed him a moment. �Interesting,� he mused to himself. He pointed his wand at Harry.

�This will not be simply an illusion charm I am
placing on you. I will be transfiguring
your face slightly. Only I will be able
to remove the effect. Do you understand?�

He nodded.

�Then we shall begin.�

*~*~*~*~*

Snape studied the boy�s face. Potter-- No Caldwell had grown rather slowly
over the years. He was nearly eighteen
but visually could pass for three years younger than that. That was his first order of business. With a precise flick of his wand, Severus
defined the boy�s jaw line. He deepened
his brow and straightened his nose from the childlike roundness it still
possessed. The eyes became sharper in
their definition.

Severus stood back and observed his work. He tried not to gape, but he had to close
his eyes for a moment.

The boy looked exactly like James Potter had before
he died. Potter had always strongly
resembled his father, but now, if you took a picture the faces were
indistinguishable, save for the scar and the eye colour. James too had never quite looked his
age. He�d died at twenty-one years of
age, but looked to be about eighteen� as his son now properly appeared.

The boy must have seen it too. He was staring mesmerized at the mirror in
front of him.

�I look just like��

�I�m not finished yet, Mr. Caldwell.�

The young man shut his mouth.

�I have aded ted the way you looked to match where
your age should be now, around three years.
However, this is not how your facial structure is truly advancing. This can be used to our advantage. Everyone expects that you will continue to
look exactly like your father. The
potion I just gave you shows that as you mature, fac facial structure will
soon begin to more resemble your mother�s features. A more masculine version, but I dare say that in a few years, no
one would have mistaken you for James Potter.
So, I will use that. It is much
simpler to advance your already existing gene sequence. Hold still.�

Snape pointed his wand at Potter again and slowly
began to advance the contours of his face with a powerful aging spell. A millimetre here and there. Slowly and precisely. The potion he had given the boy was also a
type of cementing base he�d concocted himself.
It would hold the advancing spell in place like a pair of invisible
hands. If he were hit with an
anti-glamour spell or someone tried to end the incantation, the potion would
hold the image in place. If you touched
his face, the image felt real. He lowered his wand. The young man who now sat in front of him was a stranger. A familiar stranger. If you saw him, you would have sworn you�d
met before, but would never be able to place him. There was the strong presence of Lily Evens there. James Potter was also there if you looked
for him. There were also other
additives, no doubt from Harry�s grand or great-grand parents. A history in one young man�s face.

Snape moved to the other side of the young
man. Potter was still staring wide-eyed
at his new image.

Again, Snape aimed his wand. He placed glamour over the first spell. One that looked exactly like Harry�s new
face. It hovered centimetres from his
skin. This was the most difficult
part. He needed to carefully weave the
second onto the first. Tiny magical
tendrils, hair like in their consistency and numbers, reached out to the first
image and latched on. The glamour
merged onto the new face. This step was
not really necessary, but Snape wanted to leave nothing to chance. Harry�s face
glowed golden for a moment and he closed his eyes at the brightness of it. He covered his face with his hands.

*~*~*~*~*

Harry didn�t recognize the face beneath his
hands. It was a strange sensation. He didn�t normally go around feeling
people�s faces, but the sculpt of his own had become second nature to him. And now, there were someone else�s features
beneath his fingers.

He dropped his hands and looked into the mirror.

Hello Aiden, he thought. The young man looking back at him was not Harry Potter. If you excluded the scar and the bright
green eyes, you would never associate that face with Harry Potter�s. True to his word, Snape�s changes were not
that drastic. His eyes seemed a little
further apart, but only minutely. His
mouth was a little wider, the lips slightly fuller. He had to admit he looked more his age, the older side of
seventeen, the onset of manhood. His
skin was still soft, but tighter around the cheekbones and chin. The baby-fat, which persisted in tormenting
him was completely gone. He was�
attractive.

Damn attractive if he did say so himself. In fact, if he were looking at someone else
rather than himself�

Harry shook his head. This was just too weird.
It would take some getting used to, and quick. He couldn�t go around getting aroused at his own image. Talk about your Narcissistic nightmare.

�Satisfactory?� Snape asked sourly. Harry nodded.

�Here.� Snape handed him a small container. Harry opened it. Inside were two soft light-brown coloured lenses. Contact lenses. Harry touched one gingerly.

font-family:"Book Antiqua"'>�Siccio.�

His hair dried instantly. He looked at himself in the mirror.

�Castigatos�

The horror that was Potter�s coif tamed itself for
the first time in his life. He ran a
hand through it. It re-settled.

�Wow,� he said quietly.

�Oh, yes.
That reminds me��

Snape pointed at Potter�s throat.

�Speak, Mr. Caldwell.�

�What do you want me--�

�Summitrere Vox.�

�--to say�?�

Harry grabbed his throat. �What?� His voice was
slightly lower than it had been.

�And finally��
Snape uttered another incantation, this time aimed at Harry�s scar. Harry stumbled back a bit from the power
of it. When he regained his balance,
the Boy-Who-Lived�s infamous scar was gone� or at least it appeared to be. Harry ran a hand over his forehead as he
looked at himself in the mirror.

�It�s still there.
I can still feel it.�

�Well, of course it is. There isn�t a magic known that can erase that disfigurement. It can however, be hidden. Just make certain no witch or wizard runs
their hand across your face.�

He nodded absently still rubbing the invisible
mark. Snape gave him a once over.

�I believe that is sufficient.�

�What happens now?�

*~*~*~*~*

Harry watched as his former Professor reached into
the black bag and withdrew an envelope and a piece of paper.

�You will take a Muggle taxi to this address,� he
told him, handing him the paper. �It is
a shop called �Odds and Things: Antiques, Books and Holistic Cures�. There you will meet a man by the name of
Liam Delvin. This is where you will be
staying. You will work in this shop and
earn your keep. You are to do as he
says and not make yourself a nuisance.�

�He�s expecting us?�

�No. You
will give him this letter.�

�You--You�re not coming with me?�

Snape narrowed his eyes.

�I have other responsibilities aside from you, Mr.
Caldwell.�

�What if he turns me away?�

�He won�t.
Liam is a� friend, who owes me a great debt.�

�But if he�s a wizard, won�t he� I mean, does he�
will he know who I am� Er� Who I was?�

�It�s in this letter. And Liam is a Squib. He
has very little to do with the active Wizarding world if he can help it. You will be safe there as long as you do no
active magic and don�t draw to much attention to yourself.�

�It�s in Oxford.
Are we in Oxford?�

�About seventy kilometres outside of it.�

�That�s a rather expensive trip.�

�There is more than enough money in this jacket�s
inner pocket. Spend it carefully as it
is all you will receive from me.�

Snape handed Harry the jacket on the bed. �When you reach the shop, knock loudly on the
front door. Keep knocking until he
answers. He will eventually.�

He nodded.
Snape handed him the bag.

�There are copies of the Daily Prophet since Harry
Potter�s arrest in there.yes"> �Odds and Things: Antiques, Books and Holistic Cures� was located
on a mostly quiet street amongst other small homes and quaint shops. It was a two story, square, red brick
building. The large windows on either
side of the door were covered with thick maroon drapes.

Harry wearily dropped his arm and raised the
other. He struck the door twice and it
flew open, startling him.

A man, perhaps in his late thirties (who looked
very bitter) stood in the doorframe.

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�You do know that it�s three o�clock in the bloody
morning, don�t you?!�

�Yes, sir, but I��

�Then bugger off!
I open in six and a half hours!!�

He made to slam the door shut, but Harry grabbed it
and held it open.

�Severus Snape sent me!�

The man stopped trying to squeeze the door
closed. �Severus? He did, did he?�

Harry relaxed some. �I�m sorry to knock so late, but he told me to knock and keep
knocking till you came to the door.� He
shrugged. �I�m not in much of a
position to be ignoring him right now.�

�Who ever is?�
The man stepped back into the shop and waved him in. �Well, young sir, my name is Liam Delvin.
How are you addressed?�

�My name is Aiden Caldwell and Professor Snape told
me to give you this, before speaking further.�
He handed Delvin the envelope.
The man shut the door before slitting paper open and removing the letter
inside. He watched as Delvin read the
two pages of script, his lips moving slightly with the words.

Harry took this opportunity to observe his new
keeper and their surroundings. Liam was
a handsome man. Sandy coloured hair
with eyes to match. He was tall, not as
tall as Professor Snape, but taller than Harry by a few inches. He was clean-shaven, and his hair was short and
neat. He was wearing a long night robe,
which had pinstriped pyjamas peeking out.

They were standing in the middle of a small, congested
shop. There was a shop counter that ran
almost the entire length of the store.
Antique looking furniture crowded every corner and was piled in front of
the wide, full windows on either side of the front door. Behind the long wooden counter were shelves
built into the wall that, like everything else in the shop reached up to
ceiling. They were stocked full of bottles
and boxes and vials, all behind locked sliding glass doors. The two remaining walls weoverovered with
thick books, richly bound. It was a
pleasant looking shop, Harry thought.
Warm and friendly. It reminded
him of the apothecary shops in the Hogsmeade and Diagon Al-- Harry stopped himself. He didn�t want to think about the Wizarding
world just then.

Near what had to be the end of the second page,
Delvin chuckled and shook his head. He
looked up.

�So, Harry Potter is it?�

�Aiden Caldwell,� Harry repeated.

�Liam smiled.
�Well, Aiden lets see about getting you settled then, shall we?�

He led Harry through the crowded shop to the open
doorway behind the counter. Just
through the doorway on the right was a dark winding stairwell, which they ascended. They went down a single hallway that seemed
to run through the centre of the house.

�Here�s the loo on your right,� he said. He popped open a cupboard next to the
washroom and pullout a pillow and some blankets. He kicked the door shut and continued. �That�s my room,� he said nodding to an open door on the
left. As they passed, Harry could see
the tossed about sheets and felt another pang of guilt for having drawn this
man from his bed at such an hour.

�Spare room,� he nodded to his right, �and yours is
here on the left.�

He opened the door and stood aside to let Harry
enter.

It was a comfortable room. A double bed, chair and desk. A single clothes cupboard and a standing
mirror. A night table and lamp. It was the largest room Harry had ever had
to himself.

�Something wrong?�
Liam asked. He dropped the
bedding onto the thinly covered mattress, and turned on the lamp beside the
bed.

�No, no.
It�s fine. More than fine
actually. Are you sure it�s not an
inconvenience? I don�t mind the sofa��

�Oh, Fah.
Don�t be ridiculous! I live here
on my own and the only person who ever stays over is Severus, and he prefers
the room across the hall.�

�Professor Snape stays here?�

�Only on rare occasions, or when it�s late and he
doesn�t feel like travelling and such.
We can discuss this more and get better acquainted come morning. �Or, rather, later on in the morning. You get settled in and I�ll see you in a few
hours.�

�All right,� Harry said and Liam headed for the
door. �Again, I�m really sorry about
the late--�

Liam waved him off. �Don�t say another word about it. I�ve got a letter to finish� and then burn, and then I�ll be
turning in. A few hours of sleep and
this will all be a mootnt.�nt.�

He clapped Harry on the shoulder.

�If you need anything, don�t hesitate to ask. You know where I am, Ha--Aiden.�

�Thank you, Mr. Devlin.�

�You�re welcome, and it�s Liam,� the oldan
an
said, heading out into the hall.

�Liam,� Harry repeated.

The man smiled and nodded.

�Goodnight then,� he said and closed the door after
him.

Harry turned around and looked at his new living
space� and suddenly he was more tired than he had ever been in his life.

He quickly dislodged the two blankets and draped them
unceremoniously over the bed. He
stripped down to his underwear and climbed in, burying his face in the pillow.

Aiden Caldwell, he thought, welcome to your new
life.

To be continued.

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