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Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING BUT MYSELF!!...and the plot I guess.... Pairings: HP/DM SS/LM HG/RW OC/OC

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A lot of things have changed and this is my message to you. The next time you see me things may seem very different, and they are there's no doubt about it. I'm fed up with being The-Boy-Who-Lived I hate just being a pawn. During the summer I've met some people who have changed my views on the whole Lord Voldermort situation. I'm not sure what side I'm on any more.

I'm sorry in advance...
Harry Potter

Harry looked down at the three identical letters he had written one for each Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore. He blew on the last one waiting for the blood red ink to dry. He looked down at himself adjusting his neon pink mesh muscle shirt and his black shredded tulle skirt "boy are they in for a surprise" he wasn't a cross dresser or anything he just happened to like this skirt and where he was hanging out lately it was normal for guys to wear girls clothes and girls to wear guys clothes.

000Flash Back 000 ((queue pink sparkles, fade out, and cheep nostalgic music))

Harry wandered down Lacuna Ave. looking at all the shops. They were mostly geared toward the more alternative community, and of course Harry being the ever curious boy that he is walked into the first shop that sparked his interest. It was a dark store with a bright sign read "HELL" in big block letters surrounded by painted flames.

As he stepped through the door he let the atmosphere wash over him. The music was slow with tons of base throbbing in his ears making him feel as if he was finally home for the first time. Everything felt right here nothing was out of place and it was all so comforting, with all the dark colors with bright splashes of greens and reds every where. It was obviously a clothing store run by someone with definite muggle influence he thought smiling as he looked at a pair of black leather pants with flames up the legs.

Harry jumped a little as a hand tapped him on the shoulder and a girls voice from behind him giggled and said "Hey Hey Welcome to HELL I'm Sabrith the owner and designer how may I help you on this ungodly sunny summers day" she stuck out her hand to Harry. Her bracelets made of bright plastic beads clicking against each other as the slid sown her arm.

He just smiled and shook her hand mumbling a quick "hi" as he finally got a good look at her. She had shoulder length platinum blonde hair with the front right hand quarter of it dyed neon orange. Her eyes were ice blue surrounded by thick black eyeliner and fuchsia eye shadow. Over her milk white skin she wore a black fishnet shirt over a orange and black corset and a long black flowy satin skirt that pooled around her feet. He couldn't quite place it but she looked vaguely familiar.

His recognition must have shown on his face because she smiled and led him farther into the store "let me guess you go to Hogwarts" she laughed as he nodded vigorously "well then you've probably met my git of a twin goes to Hogwarts as well...sadly I cant tell you who it is I'd rather be judged on who I am not how their reputation proceeds them if you know what I mean." she said in a slightly cynical tone "oh I'm sorry how rude of me I forgot to ask your name" her odd accent not masking the mock sarcasm of her entire speech.

He smirked at her knowingly "Sadly I can't tell you who I am I'd rather be judged on who I am not how my reputation proceeds me if you know what I mean." He laughed as she giggled "just call me Aodh ((pronounced odd it's Gaelic for Fire)) and now I think I need some new clothes"

000End Flash Back000

That was almost a moth and a half ago. Now it was 3 days till he had to go back to Hogwarts. Harry had started working at hell after about the 6th day in a row he had come back to talk to Sabrith. They had become fast friends knowing exactly what buttons to push to piss each other off and protecting each other when It was necessary. When they weren't working they were in the store any way. Sabrith lived above HELL in a loft of sorts. On the weekends the store was run by Sabrith's best friend Dallas he was a cool kid only 16 and a squib but still a really a great guy, not to mention really hot. He was going to be taking care of the store while Sabrith went back to Canada and Harry went back to Hogwarts. He always wore almost the exact same thing, a band t-shirt and black jeans. His hair was shaggy a little past his nose and he had dark brown eyes the color of rich chocolate. Dallas was weird to say the least and always loved to bring up bad subjects at inappropriate times.

000Flash Back000

Dallas picked up a box putting it behind the front counter. He stood up and dusted off his hands smiling "so Aodh what side of the war are you on?" he said nonchalantly while putting some stuff back on the racks

Harry just looked at him shocked usually people were kind of wary of talking about things like that around him but then again they didn't know who he really was. He sat down in one of the stools next to the counter "the light of course" he said it as if it were the most obvious things I the world.

Dallas looked at him cautiously "ah I see your one of those people who would fallow Harry Potter to the ends of the earth.." he smirked not noticing Harry was attempting not to laugh "well I don't know about that kid, to much pressure if you ask me. I prefer to be a neutral party I see what Moldie Voldie is getting at but I don't like how he's doing it, and then there's Dumbledore...that guy seriously needs to re think what he's doing I mean really if your entire point of being in the war is to kill the other side doesn't that make you just a death eater with government funding?"

Dallas said sitting down beside Harry who was to stunned to say anything besides "what do you mean you see what he-who-shall-not-be named is getting at?" he fidgeted under Dallas's apprehensive gaze, trying to keep up the façade of being a normal wizarding teen and not the-boy-who-lived.

"As you know I'm a squib so I grew up in the magical world but went to a muggle school and I'm sure you've heard of the Nazi's right?" Harry nodded "well Voldermort is like Hitler sort of. Just a hypocrite on a power trip if you ask me, but he's so right about so many things. Like if you keep letting muggle borns into our world they tell their family, their family lets it slip to family friends, family friends let it slip to acquaintances and so on and so forth until and an entire town knows then a city and then a country then a continent and then the world" his voice grew deathly quiet "and wizards and witches every where would be treated like cattle. caged like animals only to be used for magic and entertainment by muggles. They would destroy us!!" Dallas ended his speech throwing his hands up in the air for emphasis.

Harry just looked at him taking in everything that was said "oh" he mumbled "I guess I never thought of it that way"

000End Flash Back000

TO BE CONTINUED!! R&R please