Harry Potter and the Ancient Vampiric Veela.

Chapter four: New look...New attitude

Harry awoke feeling better than he had since before Sirius dies and warm. He looked down at himself to find a black velvet cloak wrapped securely around him. He smiled realizing that she wasn\'t a dream, the others were already gone, probably thinking that he was still missing, and he snickered as he crawled out of bed. /Time for a surprise/

He took the cloak off long enough to shower and change his clothes, then he slid it back on before he decided to go to breakfast. The window was open in the common room, so on his way out he closed and locked it.

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The Great Hall was packed with the students gossiping about what had happened to Harry and reading about it in the Daily Prophet. Even the teachers were sitting at their table, talking worriedly about where he could be. The only exceptions were two blondes sitting quietly and thinking.

The doors to the Great Hall opened and a collective gasp was released as Harry Potter waked in and sat down like nothing was out of the ordinary.

Ron\'s eyes were wide as he leant over the table, \"You all right, mate?\"

\"I\'m fine Ron...I feel better than I have all year.\"

Hermoine studied her friend closely noticing hints of the Harry they all knew slowly returning. She hugged him lightly, \"I\'m glad to hear it Harry.\"

He smiled before piling food onto his plate and eating more than he had in the last two months combined. Ron and Hermoine looked at each other, shrugged, smiled happily, and continued eating like nothing was wrong, too happy that their friend was back.

Snape raised an eyebrow as he noticed the cloak that Harry was wearing, it was a match of the one the Vampiric Veela had been wearing in the picture, antique compared to most of the other cloaks the students wore. He looked over at Lucius to notice that he was staring at Harry intently and so was his son at the Slytherin table. \"Lucius, what are you up to?\"

\"I\'m afraid, my dear Severus, that THAT is none of your business.\"

Snape huffed before returning to his meal and murmuring things about \"Sneaky Slytherins.\"

Harry smiled secretively as images of his savior played through his head and he was happy there were no classes today. \" Hey guys, I think I\'m gonna go for a long walk.\"

Hermoine smiled, \"You want us to come with you Harry?\"

\"\'Moine! Today\'s our date at Hogsmeade.\"

\"That\'s o.k. really, I kinda want to be alone to think.\"

\"All right Harry, we\'ll see you tonight?\"

\"Yeah...have fun on your date.\"

Ron blushed, \"Heh, thanks mate.\"

They hugged him before leaving the great hall and Harry waited five minutes before heading to the kitchens. He tickled the fruit and snuck in, looking for Dobby, who happened to be on the other side of the room, cleaning some of the dishes from breakfast. \"Dobby?\"

The house elf looked over before turning around and bouncing over to Harry. \"What can Dobby be doing for yous, Mr. Harry Potter?\"

\"I was hoping you could do me a small favor today, Dobby.\"

\"Anything.\"

\"I was hoping to go on a picnic today and I\'m kinda hoping for a certain girl to join me...\"

\"Mr. Potter is hoping for a picnic date?\"

Harry blushed a deep red, \"Um...well...yes...but don\'t tell anyone....o.k.?\"

\"Of course, Mr. Harry Potter, Dobby will pack the best picnic ever for you\'s and you\'s lady friend.\"

He set about the kitchen, grabbing things that he thought would be nice, while Harry went back to Griffindor tower to change. \"Thanks Dobby, I\'ll be back to get it in about an hour.\"

\"It wills be ready, Mr. Harry Potter sir.\"

Harry smiled softly as he went up to the tower trying to think of something to wear. When he reached his bed, he looked around quickly only to find himself alone. He picked up the clothes on his bed and smirked, they looked Slytherin; the pants were made of a soft silk and were black with silver snakes embroidered down each leg, the undershirt was a skin tight silver muscle shirt, and the over shirt was black with one large sleeping silver snake on the back. \"Hmmm, now I just have to dig out those black dragon hide boots that Fred and George for for my last birthday.\"

He dug through his chest for ten minutes before finally finding them, still in the box at the very bottom of his chest. He laid the cloak carefully on the bed and stripped out of Dudley\'s hand-me-downs, \"Mental note...it\'s time to get a new wardrobe.\"

He looked down at himself, smirking as he pulled on a pair of black silk boxers with golden snitches flying everywhere, he looked good, quidditch was very kind to him. He pulled the pants on and looked down, there were tight, but not tight enough to be a problem, and they looked really good. He smirked as he turned to look at himself, the pants were like a second skin, but were soft enough to be comfortable. /I feel like Malfoy, checking out myown ass./

Harry shook his head as he grabbed the silver muscle shirt and pulled it on, further messing up his hair. That\'s when he realized that he hadn\'t had his glasses since yesterday...he hadn\'t needed them. \"I look better without them anyway.\" He pulled on the over shirt and left it unbuttoned, \"Now let\'s see if I can find something to tame my hair.\" He opened a fashion magazine from Hermoine to look for hair spells.

****20 minutes later****

Harry smirked at his reflection as he left his dormitory, he ended up growing it a couple of inches to his shoulders and using a gel spell. His hair looked soft with streaks of emerald green and silver throughout the black. \"Better be careful, my inner Slytherin is showing.\" He entered the kitchen and saw Dobby on the other end putting a folded blanket ontop of a picnic basket, \"Hey Dobby.\"

\"I is just finishing yous----\" Dobby froze at the sight of Harry, \"Mr. Potter likes this \'friend\' very much.\" He handed him the basket. \"I is hoping you have lots of fun today.\"

\"Thanks Dobby, I\'ll see you later...oh and Dobby...if anyone asks, I went for a walk to be alone.\"

\"Yes sir, Mr. Harry Potter.\"

Harry made it to the Entrance Hall before someone stopped him, unfortunately it was one Blaise Zambini, \"Odd Potter could\'ve sworn you\'re supposed to be a Griffindor...but you look awfully Slytherin.\"

Harry smirked before answering in Parseltongue //I\'m in a Slytherin mood.//

Blaise shivered, \"Damn Potter you should\'ve been in Slytherin.\"

\"Thanksssss, but I\'ve got thingssss to do.\" //Ass whole.//

Blaise walked away muttering about the sorting hat making a BIG mistake. Harry snickered, /I could call him every name in the boon and the idiot wouldn\'t understand me in Parseltongue./ He\'d just put his hand on the know when Dumbledore stopped him, /DAMN!/

\"Ah, Harry, I was wondering if I could talk to you for a while.\"

Harry kept his face turned away actually, I already have plans, maybe later.\" He said through clenched teeth.

\"Harry we really need to talk, and I thought you might want these back.\" He held up his glasses and Harry turned around, shielding his annoyance.

//Damned meddling old coot.//

Dumbledore\'s eyes widened when Harry hissed at him, \"May I ask how you seen to be able to see quite well without them?\"

/No, but you\'re just going to keep me here until I answer.../ \"I don\'t know....now if you\'ll excuse me, it is the weekend and I have plans.\"

He didn\'t wait for a response before he left, leaving a very confused old man holding a thick pair of glasses.


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