Changing Ideals
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
36,913
Reviews:
131
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
The New Look with the New Attitude
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that you might notice. Anything else that closely resembles what is in any of J.K. Rowling\'s books is hers. I\'m just borrowing, without consent. Hehe, enjoy!
Chapter 2: The New Look With the New Attitude
Upon confirming that he definitely needed a new wardrobe, Harry decided that he needed more of a change then just clothes and the way he viewed life. He needed a whole new him for this to work the way he wanted it to. He needed to make sure that people realized he was different now and hoped he would be able to show this in the way he dressed and acted.
Gathering his key to his vault and his wand, Harry made his way down the stairs of number 4 Privet Drive to begin the journey to Diagon Alley. He didn\'t care what his so called \"family\" thought, he wouldn\'t let them stop him. No longer would he live in fear of them. Once he was through with his purchases, he would also look for a new place to live. He didn\'t care if he was just about to turn 15, he wouldn\'t let anyone else dictate his life from now one. He was his own person capable of making his own decisions. He could probably make better life decisions than some adults he knew.
With his firm resolve, he marched out the front door, ignoring the enraged shoutings of his relatives and flagged the Knight bus. He knew that the Dursley\'s would not come out of the house to yell at him because they believed it would make people in the neighborhood think less of them. Of course, Harry knew the truth. Nobody in this neighborhood thought very highly of the Dursley\'s anyhow. In fact, many were petitioning to force them to leave their neighborhood. They weren\'t stupid. They knew how the Dursley\'s treated their nephew and they didn\'t approve. Quite a few of them were magically inclined or had family members who were and they couldn\'t stand seeing them treat the boy that way, especially since he was the Harry Potter.
When the Knight bus arrived with a bang, Harry boarded the bus with a greeting to the driver and Stan. He then told them where he was heading and paid his fee, sitting on one of the beds towards the front because he figured it would not take them long to get him where he was going. He let his thoughts drift as he waited to other things. He wondered how Professor Snape would react to his letter and whether he ought to write a similar one to Draco Malfoy. He figured another sure fire way to be accepted into Slytherin was to be on speaking terms with Draco. Calling him Malfoy most likely would not help fuel a friendship either, so he decided he would make an effort to call him by his first name.
Harry was jerked out of his thoughts by the abrupt halt of the bus and realized with a start that they were there already. He thanked them and then made his way into the Leaky Cauldron, ignoring all the stares and whispers and the people attempting to shake his hand. He simply didn\'t have to deal with people he deemed as attention seekers trying to get their fifteen minutes of fame. He had more pressing matters to attend to. Harry hurriedly made his way to the back of the pub and out the door. Pulling out his wand he quickly tapped the bricks that would allow him entrance to Diagon Alley and then swiftly made his way towards the towering white building, Gringotts. If he wanted to buy anything, then he\'d need money.
Goblins surrounded Harry from all sides, but he paid them little to no attentions, it was a common sight in Gringotts. He made his way to a free goblin, slammed his key down, and told them that he was here to make a withdrawal. After making his way to his vault and pulling out a good deal of money, Harry then exchanged the majority of nto nto muggle money. His most pressing needs were clothes, shoes, and new glasses if not contacts. Of course, he also needed to do something with his hair.
When the exchange was finished Harry made his way out of Diagon Alley, it was useless to buy any of his school supplies now because he didn\'t have his list yet and didn\'t know what they needed. He decided he would come back and have a visit in Knockturn Alley, if not today or over this summer, sometime next summer. He wanted to see what was there for himself and not take the word of others, others he wasn\'t so sure he could trust anymore. When he reached the exit of the Leaky Cauldron, Harry confidently stepped out into muggle London and started his hunt for an eye glass store.
An hour later, Harry was fitted with contacts and carrying a bill to come and collect his new glasses in a few days. He then headed out to find clothing stores that fit his taste. He had decided that he definitely liked baggy, but Dudley\'s old clothes were really pushing it. They were more than baggy. He was swimming in them. He quickly found a goth/punk store that said they were about the music and headed in. He decided quickly that he liked this place, it suited his thoughts, dark. The majority of the clothes were black or were colors close to that. He walked around picking up bondage pants and Dickies along with tee-shirts that had sayings on them. He also found a pair of boots that he bought. They came up to mid calf with flames on the toes and heels. After you laced the boots, he then had to buckle them, but to get them off afterwards he just unzipped them. He also bought some black fingerless gloves, some wrist cuffs, and a few other things that would go well with his new clothes. After paying he left in search of a rest room.
Stepping out of the rest room, Harry dumped Dudley\'s old clothes in a trash bin and made his way in search of a hair salon. He had a specific type in mind, but kept coming across ones that women or old people would use. That is definitely not what he wanted. Then he found it. A hair salon with punks or goths in it either doing hair or waiting to get theirs done. He entered, put is name on the list, and then waited.
\"Harry Potter, please come with me,\" a gothic girl said to him. He followed her to the back where she proceeded to wash his hair. \"So, what do you want done?\"
\"Hmm, I\'m not entirely sure. I don\'t want the length really touched, I\'ve noticed that the longer it gets the more tame and manageable it becomes. I was actually thinking that maybe I could get some highlights. I\'m just not sure of the color,\" Harry said to her.
After this was said the girl asked if Harry would trust her with is hair and when she said yes, she set to work. It took more than an hour before the girl decided she liked the color and then about half an hour more before rev revealed she was a witch to Harry and asked if she could use magic to help her with his hair. She wanted to grow it longer than it already was. Of course, he had no qualms with this and allowed her to do this. At first he had been startled about her bringing up magic, but then he realized his scar was in plain view so she knew he was a wizard, so it was no big deal.
Finally she was finished and Harry was turned towards a mirror so that he could see the final look. When he saw what she had done, he was extremely pleased. His hair now hung down to his elbows and appeared to have blood running down it. She had added blood red highlights into is hair, some starting from the roots, some further down, it had a rather startling effect. At the moment, his hair was tied into a braid causing the red to look like splatter through the braid because the majority was pitch black, but then there was the occasional hint of red. He thanked her, gave her a very generous type, and then promised to read the instructions she gave him because she said that the highlights could be kept intact with magic. He would just have to touch them up every once in a while.
Setting off, Harry then set is sights on finding his own apartment, flat, condo, what ever he could find that was available. He only hoped they didn\'t ask his age. He may have shot up to about 5\'11\'\' over the summer, but he as still only fourteen going on fifteen in a few days. He went from place to place getting turned away due to his age until he finally came upon an apartment that was just the right size for him. It had two bedrooms, one for him and guest, two bathrooms, the kitchen, and a living room. He definitely liked the landlord. The guy didn\'t care how old Harry was, as long as he could pay. So that is exactly what he did. He paid for three years of rent in one day and then left his new belongings in his new place. For tonight he would stay at the Dursley\'s, but come tomorrow, he would be out.
When Harry arrived home he discovered a black owl waiting for him on his bed and made his way over to the animal to retrieve his letter. Opening the letter it read:
Dear Mr. Potter,
Thank you for bringing your true self to my attention.
TBC
Oh, how terrible of me to end it there.
Please review. Thanks!
Myk
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that you might notice. Anything else that closely resembles what is in any of J.K. Rowling\'s books is hers. I\'m just borrowing, without consent. Hehe, enjoy!
Chapter 2: The New Look With the New Attitude
Upon confirming that he definitely needed a new wardrobe, Harry decided that he needed more of a change then just clothes and the way he viewed life. He needed a whole new him for this to work the way he wanted it to. He needed to make sure that people realized he was different now and hoped he would be able to show this in the way he dressed and acted.
Gathering his key to his vault and his wand, Harry made his way down the stairs of number 4 Privet Drive to begin the journey to Diagon Alley. He didn\'t care what his so called \"family\" thought, he wouldn\'t let them stop him. No longer would he live in fear of them. Once he was through with his purchases, he would also look for a new place to live. He didn\'t care if he was just about to turn 15, he wouldn\'t let anyone else dictate his life from now one. He was his own person capable of making his own decisions. He could probably make better life decisions than some adults he knew.
With his firm resolve, he marched out the front door, ignoring the enraged shoutings of his relatives and flagged the Knight bus. He knew that the Dursley\'s would not come out of the house to yell at him because they believed it would make people in the neighborhood think less of them. Of course, Harry knew the truth. Nobody in this neighborhood thought very highly of the Dursley\'s anyhow. In fact, many were petitioning to force them to leave their neighborhood. They weren\'t stupid. They knew how the Dursley\'s treated their nephew and they didn\'t approve. Quite a few of them were magically inclined or had family members who were and they couldn\'t stand seeing them treat the boy that way, especially since he was the Harry Potter.
When the Knight bus arrived with a bang, Harry boarded the bus with a greeting to the driver and Stan. He then told them where he was heading and paid his fee, sitting on one of the beds towards the front because he figured it would not take them long to get him where he was going. He let his thoughts drift as he waited to other things. He wondered how Professor Snape would react to his letter and whether he ought to write a similar one to Draco Malfoy. He figured another sure fire way to be accepted into Slytherin was to be on speaking terms with Draco. Calling him Malfoy most likely would not help fuel a friendship either, so he decided he would make an effort to call him by his first name.
Harry was jerked out of his thoughts by the abrupt halt of the bus and realized with a start that they were there already. He thanked them and then made his way into the Leaky Cauldron, ignoring all the stares and whispers and the people attempting to shake his hand. He simply didn\'t have to deal with people he deemed as attention seekers trying to get their fifteen minutes of fame. He had more pressing matters to attend to. Harry hurriedly made his way to the back of the pub and out the door. Pulling out his wand he quickly tapped the bricks that would allow him entrance to Diagon Alley and then swiftly made his way towards the towering white building, Gringotts. If he wanted to buy anything, then he\'d need money.
Goblins surrounded Harry from all sides, but he paid them little to no attentions, it was a common sight in Gringotts. He made his way to a free goblin, slammed his key down, and told them that he was here to make a withdrawal. After making his way to his vault and pulling out a good deal of money, Harry then exchanged the majority of nto nto muggle money. His most pressing needs were clothes, shoes, and new glasses if not contacts. Of course, he also needed to do something with his hair.
When the exchange was finished Harry made his way out of Diagon Alley, it was useless to buy any of his school supplies now because he didn\'t have his list yet and didn\'t know what they needed. He decided he would come back and have a visit in Knockturn Alley, if not today or over this summer, sometime next summer. He wanted to see what was there for himself and not take the word of others, others he wasn\'t so sure he could trust anymore. When he reached the exit of the Leaky Cauldron, Harry confidently stepped out into muggle London and started his hunt for an eye glass store.
An hour later, Harry was fitted with contacts and carrying a bill to come and collect his new glasses in a few days. He then headed out to find clothing stores that fit his taste. He had decided that he definitely liked baggy, but Dudley\'s old clothes were really pushing it. They were more than baggy. He was swimming in them. He quickly found a goth/punk store that said they were about the music and headed in. He decided quickly that he liked this place, it suited his thoughts, dark. The majority of the clothes were black or were colors close to that. He walked around picking up bondage pants and Dickies along with tee-shirts that had sayings on them. He also found a pair of boots that he bought. They came up to mid calf with flames on the toes and heels. After you laced the boots, he then had to buckle them, but to get them off afterwards he just unzipped them. He also bought some black fingerless gloves, some wrist cuffs, and a few other things that would go well with his new clothes. After paying he left in search of a rest room.
Stepping out of the rest room, Harry dumped Dudley\'s old clothes in a trash bin and made his way in search of a hair salon. He had a specific type in mind, but kept coming across ones that women or old people would use. That is definitely not what he wanted. Then he found it. A hair salon with punks or goths in it either doing hair or waiting to get theirs done. He entered, put is name on the list, and then waited.
\"Harry Potter, please come with me,\" a gothic girl said to him. He followed her to the back where she proceeded to wash his hair. \"So, what do you want done?\"
\"Hmm, I\'m not entirely sure. I don\'t want the length really touched, I\'ve noticed that the longer it gets the more tame and manageable it becomes. I was actually thinking that maybe I could get some highlights. I\'m just not sure of the color,\" Harry said to her.
After this was said the girl asked if Harry would trust her with is hair and when she said yes, she set to work. It took more than an hour before the girl decided she liked the color and then about half an hour more before rev revealed she was a witch to Harry and asked if she could use magic to help her with his hair. She wanted to grow it longer than it already was. Of course, he had no qualms with this and allowed her to do this. At first he had been startled about her bringing up magic, but then he realized his scar was in plain view so she knew he was a wizard, so it was no big deal.
Finally she was finished and Harry was turned towards a mirror so that he could see the final look. When he saw what she had done, he was extremely pleased. His hair now hung down to his elbows and appeared to have blood running down it. She had added blood red highlights into is hair, some starting from the roots, some further down, it had a rather startling effect. At the moment, his hair was tied into a braid causing the red to look like splatter through the braid because the majority was pitch black, but then there was the occasional hint of red. He thanked her, gave her a very generous type, and then promised to read the instructions she gave him because she said that the highlights could be kept intact with magic. He would just have to touch them up every once in a while.
Setting off, Harry then set is sights on finding his own apartment, flat, condo, what ever he could find that was available. He only hoped they didn\'t ask his age. He may have shot up to about 5\'11\'\' over the summer, but he as still only fourteen going on fifteen in a few days. He went from place to place getting turned away due to his age until he finally came upon an apartment that was just the right size for him. It had two bedrooms, one for him and guest, two bathrooms, the kitchen, and a living room. He definitely liked the landlord. The guy didn\'t care how old Harry was, as long as he could pay. So that is exactly what he did. He paid for three years of rent in one day and then left his new belongings in his new place. For tonight he would stay at the Dursley\'s, but come tomorrow, he would be out.
When Harry arrived home he discovered a black owl waiting for him on his bed and made his way over to the animal to retrieve his letter. Opening the letter it read:
Dear Mr. Potter,
Thank you for bringing your true self to my attention.
TBC
Oh, how terrible of me to end it there.
Please review. Thanks!
Myk