Call of the Rose

Authors note: Hello again! I do hope you liked the first chapter. I don’t know if I did but if in the future I decide that I didn’t like it I’ll change it. But anyway, here is chapter two. And cummon people! Review! I try to make it a habit to answer reviews when the story hits chapter ten. I answer all reviews when that comes along so chapter ten wont be a chapter. It will be a review thingy. At least that what I call it. But if you review and want an answer. Look for it there!

Warning: graphicness coming in later chapters. Don’t read graphicness if you don’t like graphicness.

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Other: alright people. Here is how it is. I’m going to try and update more than once a month. Maybe once a week if everything goes well. And when I say everything goes well I mean I need some good reviews to help me along too. Flame towards the writing or otherwise. Alright. Enough of this mumbo jumbo. On with the story!

Prologue two~ Harry’s side.

Ten years ago…

Harry entered the muggle gas station with the small hand bag. This gas station was the only pace he could think of off the top of his head that wizards wouldn’t think to go. At least for a while. He borrowed the key to the washroom and strode into the dirty facility looking around. Well, as long as it had a mirror and nobody would be bothering him, he had no problem with it.

He put down the bag and opened it to reveal a number of different things. Time to start phase one. Hair. If he was going to blend in with today’s people, he had to loose the black hair that wouldn’t seem to stay in one place.

It was still short and out of place, but a spell quickly lengthened it. It now swung at his ass, and he let out a laugh. If he were to leave it like that. He was sure he would be pinned for a bum on the street.

Quickly pulling out the scissors he had lifted from one of his fellow dorm mates, he chopped it in random places around his shoulders. Yes that should do. Much longer than it was before. And now for the colour. He pulled out a box of bleach and set it down looking at it tensely.

Despite how much he always complained about it, he liked his messy black hair. And he also liked the way he looked, but the public knew that look to easily. He sighed and began mixing the bottles according to the directions on the side of the box.

After he had finished applying it and tying it up for it to work its muggle magic, he looked in the mirror again. That scar. He had to get rid of it. But that would come later. He had discovered earlier at Hogwarts that concealment charms refused to work on it. So, like Hermione had said absently one day ‘you know Harry, you could always use muggle makeup to cover it. It always works for me when my complexion is a little off’ he would use the muggle equivalent.

He sighed waiting for the stupid stuff to work. Not that he wanted to be bleach blond. But just enough to say that it defiantly wasn’t Harry.

The directions had said half an hour to forty five minutes. It had now been an hour and the colour wasn’t yet what he wanted it to be. The man had come to check up on him several times but he had been shooed away when accidentally made the retching noises. They had been cause by the smell of the bleach. It was strong and disgusting.

Harry laughed at the though of the man running away at full speed cause he thought he was being sick to his stomach. But then again he probably wouldn’t be the first.

After another half hour of waiting, it was finally the light blond he had wanted. He washed the stuff that was caking his hair, and then applied the conditioner and waited for another five minutes before rinsing his hair again.

He then turned to his bag again and stripped his cloths and shoes. No use for them now. He pulled out his new attire and donned it quickly. He didn’t think that he would have much time left in the bathroom.

He looked at himself in the mirror, or what he could see of himself and smirked. This time, he had dawned a loose white blouse that was made of a very flowey material but went tight around the wrists. He left the top few buttons open and tucked the bottom loosely into his leather pants. Instead of torn and ragged runners that he normally wore, instead thick black boots dawned his feet and he smirked at himself in the mirror.

“Nearly done Harry, nearly done.” he chuckled at himself in the mirror and pulled the bag together. He pulled out his wand and hid it in his shirt, closed everything else in the bag and stowed the bag away in the loose boards in the ceiling.

Now it was off to the mall so that he could get contacts to correct his eyesight, and to find whatever makeup he needed to hide the blasted scar.

He sighed thinking back to his escape. He alluded himself to laugh at the stupid look Vernon had on his face when he had told the man that he would be leaving. Conveniently, they had been passing one of the wizarding bars that were placed in the middle of the muggle community.

*Flashback*

Harry sighed. He had planned to get away. But the problem was, with the Weasley’s at the station and constantly down his back about making sure that his uncle had actually come to pick him up. He sighed finally sighting his uncle. After reassuring Mrs. Weasley that he was indeed standing over by the car, he walked over and put his trunk in the trunk.

Then a though struck him as they were passing the bar.

“oh god. I think I’m going to be sick!” the car was immediately stopped. Harry jumped out without second thought and opened the trunk to retrieve the already ready bag. Earlier in the year he had asked Hermione if she could get some things for her such as new cloths cause he wanted a new look and some bleach. Then he claimed to have chickened out at the last moment. Vernon, who had been watching was cursing at him.

“What the hell do you think your doing? You said you were going to be sick and now your rummaging
Through that trunk! I don’t think so!” Vernon had gotten out of the car as fast as he could and walked around to the back of the car. By the time he got there. Harry had retrieved the bag and his wand and had taken off. He was nowhere to be seen and the only place in sight that wasn’t a residence was the broken down old shack.

“they should remove that soon. How long has it been there?” though Vernon absently.

*End Flashback*

Harry laughed again. Once he had reached the bar, he had used the flu to make it to the Leakey cauldron where he had gone to diagon alley to make a large withdrawal. Half of it in muggle money. They had looked at him oddly when he made the request, but they had complied. After that, he used the flu again to make it to the middle of London, where he had just changed his appearance.

He had just walked out of the optometrist’s office very happy with himself. He had acquired his contacts. The thing about these contacts is they changed your eye colour. They were now a beautiful blue that didn’t look to odd. There was still the hint of green in them but that’s what made the colour realistic. The blue was deep and rich and just around the pupil you could see the slight green.

Now only one thing left. His scar. He walked into the cosmetics department and laughed when the woman pulled a face at the fact that yes, he was in the right place.

*about three hours later*

Harry walked out of the department very happy indeed. He had a large bag of cosmetics and laughed when people had started looking at him funny.

He had pulled a Hermione, asking as many questions as he could think of. He wanted his transformation to go as smoothly as possible, so he got as much out of the woman as he could. Now that all that could be done with money was done, he had to find a secure location to finish the last of it. Just to alter his face slightly so that his structure didn’t look so much like Harry Potter.

He walked into one of the matinens closets and pulled out his wand and conjured a mirror. He looked at himself and smiled. He already looked a lot different than when he had started. But there was still the last touch that he needed.

He pointed his wand at his face and muttered the words that he had learned in transfiguration. The spell would allow him to change his face to what he had pictured in his mind. When he looked again, his nose was slightly longer, his brow was slightly higher and there was a small upwards pull at the corner of his eyes. His jaw, was just a little more square and his cheekbones had risen up slightly. His ears were a little smaller and his face was longer as well. His hair framed his face nicely.

He looked at himself again. Not bad. Not bad at all. He could live with that. He walked out and moved quickly. There was no doubt that the ministry had caught that little bit of magic and were going to send him a warning. But even if they arrived where he was and managed to locate where he was, even if he was standing beside them, Harry Potter will have already gone.

When the first member walked in, he recognized him immediately. From now on, he wouldn’t be able to use magic unless he wanted to be tracked. He sighed and wanted to go for the wand down his back. But didn’t. he simply walked out and silently cheered when his disguise worked.

Now that he was in the open, it was time to start his new life. The quiet one. Well, as quiet as self training and such can get.


~~~~~~ Back to Present ~~~~~~

Now ten years later Harry sighed as he rolled over in the morning looking at the man in his bed. He smiled contently. Jason was his love. They had been together for the better part of five years and had only had one major fight. They worked together well.

He sat up and looked at the time. Eight in the morning. He sighed and climbed out of bed to get dressed. While pulling on his pants, he was hit in the back with something soft and went crashing to the floor only to hear someone laughing at him from the bed.

“You know Jason, warn me next time you decide to try to kill me!” Jason just laughed at him and sighed. He rolled back over and fell asleep again. Harry, however wasn’t quite finished with his lover. “oh I don’t be thinking so.” he walked over whipping the covers off the bed. Jason groaned and glared at him. “oh… sorry. But some of us have work to get to. And just because I’m not here today, don’t be thinking that you are going to be sleeping all day.” he laughed at the groan that received. He turned to open the wardrobe and was rewarded when he was jumped from behind.

“Cant you stay home today?”

“ugh. Unfortunately I cant. Someone is coming in to pick up some things and I don’t trust my assistants to do anything properly after the last stunt they pulled.” then under his breath he muttered something that sounded awfully like “Weasley twin wanabee’s”

Jason sighed again. “But Conner! I wana spend the day with you!” his voice resembled a child’s when they didn’t get what they wanted. Harry laughed at his antics.

“Shhh!” he placed a finger on Jason’s lips when he was about to speak. “if you’re a good boy today I’ll bring you some candy after work. Alright?” he broke out in laugher when Jason grinned at the mention of candy. Although what type of candy we will leave to the imagination.

After finishing in the flat, he slipped his shoes on and kissed Jay goodbye. “I’ll see you when I get home. Be good. Love you!” he closed the door behind him and walked down the hall. His neighbour smiled as she locked her door.

“So. Dr. Valentine. Is my order ready?” for the hundredth time this month, the woman continued to try and catch Harry’s attention. Sometimes, being a doctor wasn’t easy.

~~~~To Be Continue ~~~~

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