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Changing Faces	By : WynterRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Pairings: H/G, H/T, T/L, R/Hr, various others. SLASH is coming...i promise Warnings: Well, besides the obvious that there will be mega spoilers to HBP in here, there will be slash. Yes, I might be doing a bit of het, but honestly do we really feel that I can not slash something. Hmmm, maybe it will have to be my new OTP Dobby/Kreacher. Disclaimer: I am playing with my toys. I’m making this world so much better, the way it should have been…yes…that is it. I promise to put them back the way I found them and I promise not to break them…just toy with their emotions for awhile. Thank you so much burningchaos for loving me enough to put up with my bad writing, my insecure moments, and those times I just won't shut up about Tonks. And now especially for making sure I keep the love of this story going and adding more plot and details and all kinds of those fun things that I just can't wait to write about...I love you. You are totally awesome. thrnbrooke: I'm sorry this chapter took so long RL was hectic this past two weeks. I already have the next chapter halfway written. alix: I promise this chapter at least has a touch of boy kissing!! I promise, will that help with the Tonks? cyranothe2nd: You know, I can't truly answer that one. ~~*~~ " Give In" THE BRAVERY lyrics can be found at http://www.livejournal.com/community/cynful_musings/18305.html#cutid1
Harry hailed a cab and went to the train station. He had written to his aunt and told her when the Hogwarts train would be in. He didn't bother to mention that the train had actually come in a few days earlier. He figured that a few days wouldn't hurt anything before he began his final visit with the Dursleys.
He walked to the waiting area and sat with his back to the wall in between ticket machines, blending into his surroundings as much as possible. He watched as the different Muggles rushed past, keeping his eyes open for any wizards that might be out of place.
Harry saw the doors to the station open up and in walked his uncle. Harry didn't want to be caught outside with so many Death Eaters about, so he rushed toward his uncle. As usual his uncle didn't know what to say, so he just turned around and ordered Harry to follow him to the car. Neither of the said a word until they were safely on their way back to Privet Drive.
“How long are you staying for, boy?” Uncle Vernon asked gruffly. He remembered the old man had said Harry had to stay, but did not have to stay long.
“I’m not sure yet, Uncle Vernon,” Harry replied calmly.
“I’m not going to put up with any hocus pocus, so you need to get that out of your head right now,” his uncle continued, ready to begin his rant on how unnatural Harry really was.
Harry cut his uncle off. “Don’t worry, Uncle Vernon. I will stay only as long as I need to keep everyone safe for another year. After that, you should never have to see me again. Then again, I could be dead by this time next year.”
This made Vernon look at his nephew closely. “What do you mean, another year and after that you may be dead?”
“The blood protection and wards have to be renewed every year. That is why you have had to put up with me year after year,” he said wearily. He didn’t really want to have this discussion with his uncle now. He knew he would have to do it again when he got home with his aunt.
“What about next year? Are you coming back then as well? What happens if you don’t?”
“I will come back only if I have to. I’m working on something this summer that should take care of the problem. Then you never need to see me again, and we all know that will make you happy.”
“Extremely happy, boy,” Vernon said gruffly. He pulled into the driveway and stopped the car. “So this should be the end of it?”
Harry looked at his uncle, irritated at him for this line of questioning. Instead of losing his temper he decided it would be better to let his uncle realize how deadly the situation really was. “Yes, unless, of course, I die in the process. Then you are on your own. I’m sure Voldemort wouldn’t really care about you if I’m dead. Then again he is a madman and might think that even though I only lived here and you put a roof over my head that you should die anyway. I’ll be dead at that point, so it won’t bother me one way or the other.”
Vernon looked at his nephew in disbelief. “You really do have a madman trying to kill you?” Vernon’s world had been torn apart. It had been mentioned before, but he had never taken anyone seriously until hearing his nephew's stark words. Something big had happened at that place this year, and he wanted to know what it was.
“I am an orphan because of his first attempt on my life, but then you already knew that.” With that, Harry got out of the car and slammed the door. He greeted his aunt at the door and stormed up to his room, slammed the door, and lay down on the bed.
Harry had not slept nearly enough in the past week to deal with his relatives. Why did he have to decide to come? If he couldn’t get more than an hour or two of sleep at any given time, he might as well leave now because he was going to kill them. Honestly! They knew that Voldemort kept trying to kill him. He needed to lie down and get his thoughts together. He needed to start working on his plans.
Harry’s eyes were just starting to close when he heard his uncle bellowing downstairs. He could tell the fight was over him. “Oh well, it is always nice to know how loved you are by your family,” he murmured as he closed his eyes again. The voices began dying down after a few minutes. He knew the fight would resume when he finally went downstairs for dinner. He relaxed as much as possible while waiting to hear a pounding on the door.
“Harry.”
Harry mumbled.
“Are you sleeping, Harry? And out here, where anyone can find you,” she whispered teasingly.
“Go away. I’m tired,” he managed to get out.
“Come on, Harry. It’s time to play,” she replied seductively.
Harry opened his eyes and saw the silvery eyes dancing in front of him.
“Come on, love, I’m in such a good mood. Were you waiting on me?” she asked.
Harry got up and followed Tonks into the Room of Requirement. She pulled him to the couch and sat him down. “I have had a great day. I’m in such a good mood. Shall we keep it that way?”
Harry looked at her in surprise. This was the first time she hadn’t gone straight to the bed. He wondered what was different about her tonight. She really was happy.
“Now, Harry, why were you asleep in the hallway?”
“I was waiting. I just fell asleep.” Harry tried to look away from her. He still wasn’t ready to tell her the truth about trying to follow Malfoy.
“Waiting for me? You know I’m not always up here,” she replied.
Harry turned red. “Well, it has more to do with other people and stuff.” He tried to make it sound unimportant.
“Oh.” She raised her eyebrows.
“Yeah, it’s nothing really. Everyone thinks I’m crazy anyway. I guess this just proves it.”
“Tell me about it, sweetheart. I can help. Maybe I can keep an eye out for you. That is what they trained me for.”
He could tell she was still teasing him. He was surprised she hadn’t gotten possessive over him waiting for someone other than her.
“Well, it wouldn’t have been so bad if Ginny,” he started and was stopped by a low growl from Tonks, “hadn’t yelled at me.” He tried to continue it naturally, but he knew that he might have overstepped his limits. She hated it when he mentioned Ginny. “She thinks I’m obsessed over someone.”
“Well, you are, aren’t you? Obsessed over me?”
“No, it isn’t you. She doesn’t know about you, about us. That is what you wanted, right? To keep this secret…”
“That’s right, she can’t know about this. It doesn’t mean I have to like watching you with that wench,” she said spitefully.
“Apparently I am obsessed with someone else.”
“Should I be jealous, Harry?” Her eyes focused on him intently. What he saw there was scary, even to him. He could see the flames roaring in the silver orbs.
“NO! That is ridiculous. You know I belong to you. My body is yours to do with as you please,” he said quickly.
“I know that, and as long as you remember this we will remain happy,” she said tersely.
“Besides, this is over a boy. You wouldn’t get jealous over a boy would you?” Harry asked Tonks.
“It depends. If he is interested in you, then I most definitely will worry. So, what is his name? I might need to check up on him and see if he is trying to get into my man’s pants,” she almost growled.
“Malfoy,” Harry gulped. He was now pretty sure he shouldn’t have told her.
“My cousin? You are obsessed with him? Why? Don’t you remember what he did to you on the train? I could barely find you in time. Your nose was broken.” Tonks was indignant; irritated that Harry would even lower himself to think of Draco.
“You did save me,” he said quietly, moving closer to her, trying to appease her and calm her down.
“That is beside the point. Why are you obsessed with him?”
"I'm not obsessed with him," he pouted.
Tonks leaned in and kissed him. "Right, your friends think you are."
"I only think that we should check up on him. He has been acting suspiciously since we first saw him at Diagon Alley. We followed him to Borgin and Burkes. Hermione tried to get into the store and find out what he was buying." He closed his eyes as he thought about that day. "I still want to know what he was after."
"So you are saying that you followed him into Knockturn Alley? Are you insane?"
"We were careful. He never even knew we were there."
"Dumbledore never knew?" she asked.
Harry shook his head. "Besides Mr. Weasley, you are the only one I have told."
"I'm shocked, Harry, really I am. Then you snuck into the train compartment with Draco on the Express?" She sat back, thinking.
Harry nodded. "Yes, and you rescued me." He reached over and squeezed her hand. "After that I have kept my eye on him. Hermione and Ron think I'm crazy. I think it is strange that he has been blowing off Quidditch."
"You are following him because he is blowing off Quidditch?"
"Yes! You are starting to look at me the way they do. I have been following him. He always comes to the Room of Requirement, but there are always different people hanging around outside. He has been with Hufflepuffs this year! Draco Malfoy with a Hufflepuff? It's not normal! He is up to something."
Tonks laughed. "So you are suspicious of him because he was with some Hufflepuff?"
Harry rolled his eyes. He had hoped that she would be different than Ron and Hermione. "Forget it. You don't get it either. He is up to something and I am going to find out what it is."

“So it has nothing to do with how gorgeous he is?” she questioned, a bit insecurely.
“There is only you, Tonks. I promise. You are the one I love, the one I worship, the one I give myself to totally,” Harry declared.
She smiled and leaned in to kiss him. He closed his eyes and kissed her back. He pulled away when he felt her body change.
He jumped back in shock as he stared into the face of Draco Malfoy, those piercing grey eyes boring into his, the same blond hair totally immaculate. “Come on, Tonks. I love you. I don’t want to see him, I want to see you,” he whispered.
“Then kiss me.” She even sounded like him. He took a deep breath and kissed his enemy. She transformed back into herself after a moment. “I have to run, Harry. I have to get to my post. Tomorrow night, here.” She kissed him again and ran out the door. Harry leaned back and closed his eyes again. What was happening between the two of them?
Harry jumped when his door slammed open. “Harry, get down to the kitchen now. I want to talk to you.”
Harry glared at his aunt and nodded. He watched her back disappear before laying his head back on the pillow for a moment. His body was so tired, he just wanted to rest before he had to deal with his relatives. That was too much to ask though. .
He went downstairs to face his aunt and uncle. He took a deep breath preparing for the worst, and walked into the kitchen.
“Yes, Aunt Petunia?” He tried to play it calmly.
“Harry, we need to discuss what is happening here. I understand a bit more than your uncle does, but I want to know what kind of danger you have put us all in.”
“Aunt Petunia, I haven’t placed you in any more danger. If nothing else, you have been living a very safe existence. Voldemort cannot find his way here because of all of the wards and the protections.”
His aunt and uncle looked at him. “Why would he come here, boy?” his uncle asked.
“He has been trying to kill me since I was a year old, Uncle Vernon. He would do whatever he possibly could to have the opportunity to kill me. I just won’t die.” Harry replied weakly.
“So what is this you are planning? You mentioned that you might not come back next year. If you are all that is keeping that madman from attacking my family, then I will not let you leave,” his uncle stated quite clearly.
“Well, Uncle Vernon, me never leaving would pose a great problem. I have no intention of staying any longer than I have to.”
“Not in this house…”
Harry cut his uncle off. “Yes, in this house! I will take the family into consideration and I will do my best to make sure that no one sees my freakishness, <i>but</i> I will be performing magic. I know you really don’t want me here, and I want to make sure that I can leave and never come back with a clear conscience.
“If I have to perform magic every single bloody day of the week, then I will. I know you don’t like me. You don’t want me in this house. I am a bloody burden on you, even though I never asked to come here. I am doing my bloody best effort to make sure that you never have to see me again, but I will make sure you are still safe. For some reason, even though you never loved me and you never cared for me, I do not want your deaths on my head as well as all the others"
His uncle sat down in shock. He had never seen Harry truly express his anger before. The fact that Harry could calmly sit there and say he didn’t give a damn about his family, but was still going to protect them, struck home with his uncle.
“I don’t like this. I don't want magic in my house.” Vernon took a deep breath. "Do what you have to do."
Harry looked at his uncle, stunned. He couldn’t believe that his uncle had just calmly told him to perform magic. “I promise I’m not going to do more than I have to. Now, if you don’t mind, I would like to go lie back down. I haven’t slept well in the past week.”
Harry had got up to leave the room when his aunt spoke to him. “Oh, Harry, one of your professors came by earlier in the week. He said to expect you later this week and that he needed to leave some assignments for you to look over.”
Harry stopped and stared incredulously at his aunt. “Which professor?” he asked suspiciously.
“The evil boy that was friends with your mother. He said he was leaving the notes for you in Dudley's second bedroom. Then he did something strange. He went into the cupboard and did something in there.”
“Was he alone?” Harry asked, his eyes wide at the thought of Snape in his house.
“No, he had a blond boy with him. His nose was wrinkled as he looked around my house, as if it were not clean. He followed that man through the house.”
“Bloody hell, how long ago?” Harry wondered what Snape and Draco were up to. He was surprised that the wards had let them both through.
“It was earlier in the week, maybe two or three days ago.”
“The day of the funeral,” he mumbled to himself. “Damn that man!” Harry stormed to the cupboard under the stairs and pulled out his wand. He opened the door and looked inside. His cot was still in there, along with the little figures he used to play with when he was locked in. Sitting on the pillow were two letters addressed to him.
Harry sat down on the cot. He was cursing himself. He knew he needed to work on getting the house protected. If Draco Malfoy could enter the house, then he knew that the wards were not nearly as strong as they used to be. Harry grabbed the two letters and walked out of the cupboard. He didn’t look at his aunt or uncle as he walked back upstairs. He knew they were beginning to get worried, but he didn’t have time for them. He needed to be alone before he could read either letter. He had no idea what they said, but he knew it had to be important.
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