Searching for a true Identity
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
7,122
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22
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Currently Reading:
2
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Searching for a true Identity
SEARCHING FOR A TRUE IDENTITY
Chapter 1 - This is how I feel
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, make no money by doing this
NOTE: -IMPORTANT- I am rewriting all of my stories since they're.. well BAD. I haven't been able to fix this one yet, but I will in the future.
CHECK THIS OUT: www. livejournal. com / users/ draycious
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Harry Potter was going through a stage that most teenagers went through. An identity problem. He had now turned 16 and he had no clue of who he was or what he stood for. Well, of course he could clung to the saviour identity but that wasn’t really him and what'smore to it; he seemed to have outgrown it.
By losing Sirius he was painfully reminded that he had to pay for his own mistakes and judgements.He couldn't put the blame on someone elselike he had first tried. He realised that he had to standfor his own mistakes, he was the one to blame. And if someone blamed him,so be it. He would either care or ignore it, whatever he choose, he'd do itwithout any regrets later on. However, no matter how many problems he had, nothing became better when he realised that he was attracted and felt drawn to the Slytherins... again.
Harry had a secret, a secret involving the Slytherins...but whatever that was, he still hated Snape. He couldn’t see how he’d ever like the man, even if he was a Slytherin.
Further more, Draco Malfoy felt like an already used card. But what about the other Slytherins? If he himself could accept himself as a snake surely they could too? God knows there was plenty of Slytherins and people change.
There was only one positive thing with staying with the Dursleys this year. It was that it gave him time to think without having anyone to think for him and telling him how things should be or what he should do. Opposite from last summer he wasn’t so bothered over his isolation. He felt fine and if someone wrote to him he only gave a short reply back.
This summer had taken some unexpected turns. He had gotten his own credit card from Vernon. Every two weeks it updated with 1000 punds. Vernon had become a very wealthy man and the Dursleys didn’t want any problems with angry wizards claiming that they didn’t give him what he needed. Over all they got along this year.
This small credit card was Harry’s key to freedom. He could buy his own cloths, eat out, go to the cinema... whatever he felt like. The card was just for the summer through. But it wasn’t like he needed it at Hogwarts. It was utterly unuseful in the wizarding world. Besides, he got his own money in Hogwarts, he didn't need any from teh Dursleys.
Speaking of Hogwarts. Dumbledore had revailed that he’d hire Remus Lupin as DADA teacher again much to Professor Snape’s discuss. After the fiasco with Umbridge the Ministry was ass licking more than ever. That’s why Albus was allowed to hire Remus again. Remus had of course left willingly last time, he wasn’t fired. Hermione had written to him once he had found out what Remus was going to do. That's why he knew all this. She had told himthat the only reason why Remus came back was because Remus wanted to be near him. Harry denyed that, through. It was probably just in Hermione’s imagination. To make Snape’s life even more miserable, Dumbledore had forced him to brew dreamless sleep potions. Those were sent of to Harry. And because of that reason Snape was pissed.
Today was just an ordinary day for Harry. As usual he wondered wether he’d be a punker or hardrocker today, or even a school boy?
It wasn’t easy to choose from his wardrobe. He felt like a girl when he picked up warious cloths and put them back down again. He finally decided for a cross look.
Translation:
He put on slightly loosely but still fit dark washed jeans, one shirt with the arms pulled up and up bottened at the top and end, he had nothing underneath. He choose black and dark green sneakers, contact lences, one loosely tied black tie, one silver bracelet, one wooden necklace and one silver ear ring.
He used gel to make his hair look cool. He decided to smear it all over the place and comb it back like Draco Malfoy. After a while of observation he decided that it didn’t fit at allwith his cloths so he wached his hair and started all over again.
This time he bowed his head and let his hair fall down towards the floor. He sprayed it and stood up again. Then he sprayed some more and he had now created a rock-hair. His hair stood on one end (not that it usually didn’t) but it somehow looked a bit more organised thorugh the mess. Andthe most important thing;it looked good.
“Decided for rock today?” Vernon said casually during breakfast over his newspaper.
“I first thought to mix two styles but it didn’t work out so I decided for Rock, that’s right,” he said just as casual.
Things wasn’t as tense between him and the family now days. Harry had assured them that he wouldn’t use any magic unless they provoked him. He had also explained calmly that he had no control over the owls that came to the house.
But since he didn’t write much, the letters from his friends became more and more acculurate. Only the letter from the order was regular one ona three day basis. Harry didn’t blame his friends for not writing much because he knew he had brought it over himself.
“What are you going to do today?" Petunia asked him.
“I was thinking about going to London for a while, do some shopping you know. I’ll take the buss there,” he answered while he helped himselfto geta toast and a glass of milk.
“You can ride with me. I’ve got some business to take care of in London anyway,” Vernon offered.
“Thanks. Where’s Dudley then?” he asked.
It had probably never happened that Dudley missed breakfast before. Petunia looked angry at once. Her lips was pressed into a thin line. But she didn’t look angry with him, thank god.
“Seems like our Dud has gotten himself an hangover,” she gritted out.
Vernon wasn’t looking to consearned about that fact.
“Well he’s gotta learn, doesn’t he?” said Harry and Vernon nodded.
Petunia glared at Vernon. But she didn’t say anything.
Harry hurried upstairs to grab his money.
On a second thought he stopped andtied a black scarf around his forehead so it covered his scar. Since he had matured he looked older than he was, in his late 19:ies. His face had changed and it got rid of his father-copy look. He was now his own person and he was determined to show it too.
Chapter 1 - This is how I feel
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, make no money by doing this
NOTE: -IMPORTANT- I am rewriting all of my stories since they're.. well BAD. I haven't been able to fix this one yet, but I will in the future.
CHECK THIS OUT: www. livejournal. com / users/ draycious
---------------------------------------------
Harry Potter was going through a stage that most teenagers went through. An identity problem. He had now turned 16 and he had no clue of who he was or what he stood for. Well, of course he could clung to the saviour identity but that wasn’t really him and what'smore to it; he seemed to have outgrown it.
By losing Sirius he was painfully reminded that he had to pay for his own mistakes and judgements.He couldn't put the blame on someone elselike he had first tried. He realised that he had to standfor his own mistakes, he was the one to blame. And if someone blamed him,so be it. He would either care or ignore it, whatever he choose, he'd do itwithout any regrets later on. However, no matter how many problems he had, nothing became better when he realised that he was attracted and felt drawn to the Slytherins... again.
Harry had a secret, a secret involving the Slytherins...but whatever that was, he still hated Snape. He couldn’t see how he’d ever like the man, even if he was a Slytherin.
Further more, Draco Malfoy felt like an already used card. But what about the other Slytherins? If he himself could accept himself as a snake surely they could too? God knows there was plenty of Slytherins and people change.
There was only one positive thing with staying with the Dursleys this year. It was that it gave him time to think without having anyone to think for him and telling him how things should be or what he should do. Opposite from last summer he wasn’t so bothered over his isolation. He felt fine and if someone wrote to him he only gave a short reply back.
This summer had taken some unexpected turns. He had gotten his own credit card from Vernon. Every two weeks it updated with 1000 punds. Vernon had become a very wealthy man and the Dursleys didn’t want any problems with angry wizards claiming that they didn’t give him what he needed. Over all they got along this year.
This small credit card was Harry’s key to freedom. He could buy his own cloths, eat out, go to the cinema... whatever he felt like. The card was just for the summer through. But it wasn’t like he needed it at Hogwarts. It was utterly unuseful in the wizarding world. Besides, he got his own money in Hogwarts, he didn't need any from teh Dursleys.
Speaking of Hogwarts. Dumbledore had revailed that he’d hire Remus Lupin as DADA teacher again much to Professor Snape’s discuss. After the fiasco with Umbridge the Ministry was ass licking more than ever. That’s why Albus was allowed to hire Remus again. Remus had of course left willingly last time, he wasn’t fired. Hermione had written to him once he had found out what Remus was going to do. That's why he knew all this. She had told himthat the only reason why Remus came back was because Remus wanted to be near him. Harry denyed that, through. It was probably just in Hermione’s imagination. To make Snape’s life even more miserable, Dumbledore had forced him to brew dreamless sleep potions. Those were sent of to Harry. And because of that reason Snape was pissed.
Today was just an ordinary day for Harry. As usual he wondered wether he’d be a punker or hardrocker today, or even a school boy?
It wasn’t easy to choose from his wardrobe. He felt like a girl when he picked up warious cloths and put them back down again. He finally decided for a cross look.
Translation:
He put on slightly loosely but still fit dark washed jeans, one shirt with the arms pulled up and up bottened at the top and end, he had nothing underneath. He choose black and dark green sneakers, contact lences, one loosely tied black tie, one silver bracelet, one wooden necklace and one silver ear ring.
He used gel to make his hair look cool. He decided to smear it all over the place and comb it back like Draco Malfoy. After a while of observation he decided that it didn’t fit at allwith his cloths so he wached his hair and started all over again.
This time he bowed his head and let his hair fall down towards the floor. He sprayed it and stood up again. Then he sprayed some more and he had now created a rock-hair. His hair stood on one end (not that it usually didn’t) but it somehow looked a bit more organised thorugh the mess. Andthe most important thing;it looked good.
“Decided for rock today?” Vernon said casually during breakfast over his newspaper.
“I first thought to mix two styles but it didn’t work out so I decided for Rock, that’s right,” he said just as casual.
Things wasn’t as tense between him and the family now days. Harry had assured them that he wouldn’t use any magic unless they provoked him. He had also explained calmly that he had no control over the owls that came to the house.
But since he didn’t write much, the letters from his friends became more and more acculurate. Only the letter from the order was regular one ona three day basis. Harry didn’t blame his friends for not writing much because he knew he had brought it over himself.
“What are you going to do today?" Petunia asked him.
“I was thinking about going to London for a while, do some shopping you know. I’ll take the buss there,” he answered while he helped himselfto geta toast and a glass of milk.
“You can ride with me. I’ve got some business to take care of in London anyway,” Vernon offered.
“Thanks. Where’s Dudley then?” he asked.
It had probably never happened that Dudley missed breakfast before. Petunia looked angry at once. Her lips was pressed into a thin line. But she didn’t look angry with him, thank god.
“Seems like our Dud has gotten himself an hangover,” she gritted out.
Vernon wasn’t looking to consearned about that fact.
“Well he’s gotta learn, doesn’t he?” said Harry and Vernon nodded.
Petunia glared at Vernon. But she didn’t say anything.
Harry hurried upstairs to grab his money.
On a second thought he stopped andtied a black scarf around his forehead so it covered his scar. Since he had matured he looked older than he was, in his late 19:ies. His face had changed and it got rid of his father-copy look. He was now his own person and he was determined to show it too.