Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Harry Potter is owned by the lovely J.K. Rowling. I'm simply having a bit of fun in the magical world.

Props to Hikaru Kosuzaku's Secret Agent Man since this story would not even have come to be if I had not read it. Don't ask me how that story inspired this one. My fantasy has a mind of its own.

Warning for swearing

Harry Potter was staring out the window. He was sitting in the Gryffindor common room lost in thoughts. Dumbledore's little games were starting to really get to him.

'It's time to leave,' he thought with a sigh. He couldn't stay at Hogwarts anymore. It was too dangerous. He wanted a life and he wanted to learn – to really learn things. Neither which would happen if he stayed in the school. He didn't want to leave his friends. But Harry knew they would understand.

Ron.

Hermione.

They would both understand why he had to leave. Dumbledore's manipulations were getting worse. The Occlumency lessons with Snape were just the thing that had the goblet tipping over.

"Harry."

The raven turned slightly. Hermione was standing next to him. "Hey 'Mione," he said with a small smile.

The girl walked up to him and sank down on the floor. She waved her wand lazily and the two could no longer be overheard. "What's wrong?" she asked.

Harry sighed. What wasn't wrong? Umbridge. Dumbledore. Snape – though Harry wasn't sure Snape did it because he wanted to or because he had to. He looked back out the window.

"You're leaving aren't you?" Hermione asked after a while.

Harry turned back to the brunette. "Yeah, I think that's the only way really," he said.

Hermione nodded. She looked at her wand. "We'll help you know – Ron and I," she said.

Harry smiled at her, "I know 'Mione, I know."

Miles away another boy was thinking much the same thing as Harry Potter. He couldn't stay and he knew it. Erenigh had just returned from Christmas celebration with his family. The teen sneered. 'Family my arse, they don't deserve the recognition,' he thought. Now, one could wonder what would have a young man hate those who raised him this much. It was simple. They had arranged a marriage contract for him.

Now most people would say 'That can't be so bad, can it?' But really the man his parents wanted him to marry was a monster. YES, a MAN. The teen in question was very special even in the magical world. Men were normally not capable of carrying children. He however had been born with the ability. Not that it had started to show until he went through puberty. His magic had changed and he'd gotten really sick. It had turned out that he was growing a uterus.

He didn't mind not really. No, he was gay and had no problems with the idea of carrying children. It was the man his parents wanted him to marry that had him reeling. He shuddered. He couldn't stick around. The marriage would probably happen before he turned seventeen and could tell them all to piss-off. The only problem was that his birthday was in April, just a few months away.

Standing up the teen made his mind up. He looked down at his wand. He wouldn't need it, and they could trace him using the stupid thing. He smirked as he figured out exactly what he should do with it.

…

Around midnight a dark figure made his way over the school grounds. He would never return he knew that much. He appirated once he was outside the school wards.

"Viktor. Viktor common wake up!" he hissed in annoyance at a small mirror.

It took a few more tries before the glass of the mirror shimmered and a face became visible. "Erenigh? What do you want at this time o'night?" the sleepy man asked in tired Bulgarian.

"I ran away from school. My parents have gone barmy I can stay there anymore. I… I need provisions Viktor. I've got money enough but…"

"I'll send an elf over with food," Viktor had clearly woken up. He studied his friend. "Eh, Erenigh… why is your hair pink?" he asked.

Erenigh rolled his eyes. "Because the best way to hide is in plain sight," he said.

"Where are you going to go 'Nigh?" Viktor asked worriedly.

Erenigh snorted. "I won't tell you in case my insane family comes looking for me at your place," he said. "It doesn't matter how much I trust you. It's just better for you if you don't know. There is no need to worry about me Viktor I'm more than capable of taking care of myself."

The Bulgarian sighed. "Don't I know that," he muttered. "Just be careful O.K."

"Sure thing Viky."

"I'll sent the stuff over tomorrow at noon O.K"

"Yeah that's great Viktor, thank you. You can go back to your beauty sleep now."

Viktor grumbled as he shut the mirror off. He knew that Erenigh could take care of himself but damn it if he wasn't worried already.

It was harder than he'd thought – getting off the British Isles. But he had finally made it. He would never be able to thank Hermione enough. He missed them already but this was the only way out. He needed to just disappear and so he had. The biggest problem right now was actually that he couldn't keep in contact with his friends. They would use Dobby in emergencies but owls just could not be used. It was too easy to trace them and to intercept the mail.

Harry climbed a hill. He was tired and sore.

Below him he could see lights. A myriad of lights spreading out for miles. It was a city. It had to be. Harry sighed. Hopefully he could get some rest once he got there.

Paws treaded over soft grass. Tigers were not native to this part of the world but that didn't stop this particular feline. His white coat gleamed in the sunlight the strangely blue stripes glowed.

Erenigh had travelled far. He was tired.

Weeks had passed since his departure from school. His father was bound to have sent people looking for him by now.

The tiger bent down over a stream to drink slowly. He knew he couldn't linger. It would be far too dangerous if someone saw him.

…

It was dark. Inside an Inn Erenigh sat and ate supper. He was glad to finally be back in human form and to once again get some decent food.

The front door opened and he sent out a subtle magic pulse. There were very few witches and wizards in this world that would be able to sense and understand the magic going through the room, scanning it.

The men were Death Eaters.

'Shit,' Erenigh thought as he watched them. He sincerely hoped that they were not here for him.

The men didn't approach him, and they didn't stay for long either.

The teen breathed out silently as they left the Inn. He finished his food and went up to his room with the intention of getting some much needed sleep.

…

Sleep did not come to him, however. Two hours after he'd laid down Erenigh got back out of bed. It seemed like he wouldn't be getting any rest this night no matter how much he needed it. He sighed. 'Well, if I can't sleep I might as well take a stroll around town,' he thought and put his clothes back on.

"Shit," Harry hissed as he started running down an alley.

Two of Voldemort's Death Eaters had found him and were currently chasing him. He had no wish to get caught but how could he shake them off? Harry rounded a corner. "Fuck." It was a dead end. What now? If he used magic others would learn his location, but if he didn't he was as good as dead. 'How the Hell did they find me anyway?' he wondered.

"Well, well it seems like you've run out of road now Potter," one of the Death Eaters said with a smirk.

Harry grabbed his wand nervously. He knew his chances were low but… He raised the wand – and froze.

One of the Death Eaters suddenly had an arrow sticking out of his chest. The man blinked dumbly before he fell forward. The second Death Eater looked around 'Who the hell did that?' he wondered.

He didn't have to wait long before the culprit showed himself.

A pink flash and then the second man was laying on his back. The pink haired teen pulled out a gun and fired it once.

Harry's heart almost stopped as the young man looked up at him his blue eyes scanning the younger teen. "Come with me," he said.

Harry wasn't given much choice as he was being dragged through the streets. There had been so many turns by the time they stopped he had no clue where they were. He was about to ask the other man when he realised that he was gone.

It didn't take him long to come back though. Harry was startled as the teen landed next to him.

"This way," the teen said. He grabbed Harry's hand once more and dragged him off.

They didn't stop until they were standing inside a train terminal. Two tickets were purchased and then the raven was being dragged once more. Knowing that the teen could shoot him if he didn't comply, Harry didn't dare to fight him not right now anyway. There were questions swirling around his head begging to be answered but he kept his mouth shut. Well, that was until they entered a compartment on a train and the pink haired teen simply sat down calmly.

Harry stood there uncertain of what to make off the situation. "Who are you?" he asked after a short while.

The teen turned to look at him. His head was tilted as if he was contemplating whether to answer him or not. "I do not feel inclined to reveal my identity at this point in time," he said suddenly.

Harry raised an eyebrow. Well he guessed he could understand the guy. He wasn't overly interested in telling anyone who he was either. "Why did you kill those men? Why did you help me?" he asked.

The pink haired teen chuckled. He looked up at the raven again. "Sit down, I won't bite," he said.

Harry reluctantly did as he was told. He couldn't say that it wasn't nice to get of his feet especially after being dragged all over the place. The other teen smiled softly at him something which Harry found very confusing.

"Well," he said, "to answer your questions I killed them and helped you mostly because I wanted to."

Harry blinked and looked at the guy disbelievingly.

He laughed. "I see you have trouble believing that," he said. Then he sighed, "The Death Eaters are my enemies as well as yours it would seem." He leaned back and looked out the window. "They could just as well have been coming for me and I don't plan on letting them succeed."

Harry blinked. "They're looking for you too?"

The other teen nodded. "Well, I would suspect they are," he said. He looked the raven straight in the eyes. "My father promised Voldemort my hand in marriage. I can't say I was overly excited about the prospect." The disgust was clearly visible in his features.

Harry shuddered. 'Yuck,' he thought.

"I can see you've met the monster yourself. Father would not hear no for an answer though so I didn't even try to …" he sighed. "I can imagine that Voldemort isn't too happy about me disappearing. I don't care really. I'd rather die than end up with him."

Harry snorted. "Can't blame you for that," he said and the other teen smiled. "Why you though? I mean there has to be loads of …" Harry didn't really know how to phrase it.

"Oh, I'm special," the pink haired teen said with a snort. "The oh so almighty Dark Lord apparently wants children. Not that I really believe that. No there are dark rituals that demand an innocent sacrifice. The stronger the sacrifice the more power you receive."

"So he wants to sacrifice you but…"

"Oh no, he doesn't want to sacrifice me. He wants to knock me up, have the babies and then use them in the ritual."

Harry swallowed. "But how the heck is that supposed to work you're a guy?" he asked.

The other teen smirked. "I said I was special didn't I. There are men out there who have been magically gifted with the ability to carry children. I happen to have that gift."

"But why not just get a woman. I mean there has to be some crazy chick out there who would love to be his bitch."

The teen laughed. "Yeah you'd think he'd go for that. He wants me because children born form a carrier – that's what we're called – are more powerful magically then children born from a witch. Don't ask me why I don't know."

Harry shook his head. He could understand why the guy was running.

"You should mess up your magical signature you know. There are those who can track you using that."

Harry blinked. "What?" he said confused.

"Your magical signature. It can be used to find you. Here I'll help." The teen moved closer to Harry. He reached out and took the raven's hands in his own. "Breath in. Breath out. Focus on you breathing. Don't think about anything else…"

The sun was shining brightly as Erenigh opened his eyes the next day. He looked out through the window. Grass clad hills passed by quickly. He sighed. It had been a long night. He'd helped the raven with his magical signature. It was untraceable now. 'Thank heavens it worked,' Erenigh thought as he looked over at the raven. It hadn't been easy though. The poor kid had no focus what so ever. Whoever had been responsible for his schooling was in need of a flogging. He buried his face in his hands. He had against his better judgment agreed to teach the teen Occlumency.

It wasn't that he couldn't teach it but when studying mind magic there had to a certain amount of trust between the student and teacher. They weren't even willing to share their names at this point. He sighed and ran a hand through his pink locks. Trust had to be built. It was a two way street. He'd told the other quite a lot already but well…

His looked up at the raven as the teen stirred. "Good morning," he said as the raven rubbed his eyes with a yawn. "Morning," was the mumbled reply.

Erenigh rolled his eyes. "Slept well?" he asked.

The younger teen groaned.

He chuckled. "I'll get us something to eat 'kay," he said before opening the compartment door and walked out the door closing behind him.

Harry looked around sleepily. He hadn't fully grasped what was going on yet. His sleep ridden mind was not quite able to process his surroundings. Outside the window the grass had changed to fields. Harry was going over what he'd learned the day – or rather night– before. The entire concept of anyone having to … He shudder not the least bit interested in continuing that particular train of thought.

He knew the other teen was older than him and he was definitely not interested in joining Voldemort. So could he be trusted? Harry sighed. He had no clue but if he wasn't willing to try then…

The compartment door opened and a pale hand handed him a tray filled with food. Everything was still in their packages so he didn't need to worry about poison he guessed. He dived into the food and ate with vigour. It had been days since he'd eaten properly.

…

Sometime later, after they'd passed several cities, Harry was really wondering where they were going. He looked over at the other teen. Blue eyes were scanning the area they'd entered. Nimble fingers were folding one of the food containers absentmindedly.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked.

Blue eyes turned to meet green ones. The teen shrugged. "No clue," he said. "For now we're heading for the end of the line."

"You don't have a plan?"

"Why would I," the teen met Harry's disbelieving gaze. "If you don't want to travel with me you can get of anywhere you'd like. But I can't guarantee your safety if you leave."

"You won't stop me?" Harry tilted his head.

The pink haired teen snorted. "I only brought you along with me now to ensure your safety. Where two Death Eaters show up more can come." He looked down at his hands. "It would be nice to have some company though." He turned back to the window.

Harry watched him for a while. He couldn't deny that it would be nice with some company. He hummed. So what were they supposed to do now then? He was getting restless. "What's your favourite colour?" he asked out of the blue.

The other teen laughed. "We're gonna play twenty-questions, huh?" he said. "Well I guess that's O.K. … My favourite colour." He looked out the window. "My favourite colour would have to be green. Green like the grass and leaves on the trees. Green like freedom. What about you?"

Harry blinked. He looked out through the window. 'Green like freedom huh,' he thought. He'd never really considered what his own favourite colour was but going by the explanation the other teen had given well. "If my favourite colour is to represent what freedom is for me," he said. "It would have to be blue…like the sky."

"Favourite subject?"

"Defence Against the Dark Arts, you?"

"Sheesh I like a lot of different… I'd have to say Ancient Runes though I'm really good at Potions."

…

…

Outside the sky was darkening. It was getting late.

"How do you know how to handle muggle weapons? I mean you come from a Pure-blood family don't you." Harry asked. It was sort of out of the blue. They had been quiet for a while now with no more strange questions to ask.

"I'm not half as prejudice as my family – if even that – and I knew that one day I might need knowledge about the muggle world so I made certain to learn as much as possible. The weapon training was just something I did alongside everything else one day. And well… I love my bow. The gun is more of a safety measure. I know how to use it and all but I'm much better with the bow. I can do some measure of martial arts too," the older teen said.

Harry laughed. "Really?" he said sceptically.

He got a bright smile in return.

Bing. "Last Stop…"

"Wake up little raven," Erenigh said as he ran his hand over the unruly hair.

Suddenly a wand was pointed straight at his throat a spell at its tip.

Erenigh grabbed the teen's wrist and moved the wand as green eyes opened. They were clear and alert – ready for anything.

"That wand needs to go," Erenigh said the raven sat up slowly.

"What do you mean?"

"The wand can be tracked down little raven. It needs to go… preferably in pieces."

"What!?"

Erenigh sighed. "You'll need to break your wand apart and send it off with owls," he said.

"You can't be serious!"

"I'm perfectly serious."

~Flashback~

Erenigh walked down to the Owlery. He looked at his wand. He didn't need it to do magic but it still felt weird to get rid of it. 'Oh well,' he thought before he broke the wood making several little pieces. He wouldn't let his father find him just because of the wand. There were more important things in life then a wand.

Reaching the Owlery he picked out several strong owls and attached a piece of his wand to each one.

"There," he said when he was done. "Now of with you and don't all go the same way O.K."

There was one owl left when the once carrying his wand pieces had left. Erenigh removed a ring from his right hand ring-finger. It glowed faintly in the gloomy room. He studied the blue stone set in the silver band. Shaking his head had placed it inside a small metal box. He sealed the box and then he picked out a needle. Warming the tip up, Erenigh carved runes into the surface of the box slowly. Once he was done he ran his finger over the runes charging them.

He fastened it to the owl's leg and sent it off. The ring was his family's heir ring. His father would go nuts.

~Flashback ends~

Harry was staring at the pink haired teen. 'He destroyed his own wand,' he thought. He looked down at his wand. Could he really do that? Destroy it. His wand had been with him since he entered the wizarding world. 'If I can learn to do magic without it then does it really matter?' he asked himself. 'NO!' was the resounding answer.

"I'll destroy it if you teach me wandless magic," he told the older teen.

He got an eye roll in return. "Duh, 'course I'll teach you."

The train started to slow down. It wouldn't take long before they'd need to disembark. Harry looked at the other teen. He was calm. "This way little raven," he said.

Harry rolled his eyes. That nickname was getting old real fast.

"You know we could go to the great library in Athens," Erenigh said one day.

It had been weeks since the two teens had joined up. They had been traveling by foot for a while now. Erenigh had slowly started teaching the raven Occlumency a while back. He was making good progress.

"Yeah," the raven looked over at his companion.

"Yeah, really you know the best way to hide is in plain sight so a huge library would be a good place. That and we could study," Erenigh said as he stopped walking.

"Yeah, O.K. sounds like a plan," the younger teen said as he stopped beside him.

"My birthday is in a few days," Erenigh said out of the blue.

Green eyes gave him a strange look.

"I turn seventeen," Erenigh continued. "We'll be able to use magic without ending up in trouble after that."

"What on earth do you mean by that?"

"Oh, well you know the magic traces they have on you before you turn seventeen?"

The raven nodded. He knew and it annoyed the hell out of him that he still had the thing.

"It isn't fool-proof you know. It only works so well. You see they say that when a kid does magic the trace reports to the Ministry. But what really happens is that when magic is done near a kid with the trace it activates if there is an adult around though it deactivates immediately."

The raven blinked. "You mean to tell me that as long as a kid does magic around and adult the trace doesn't broadcast to the Ministry," he said.

"Yeah, exactly."

The raven groaned. 'That means that at the Weasley's and in Grimmauld Place we could all have done magic during the summer,' he thought.

"I've always used it to my advantage, but I guess that it's pretty common amongst pure-bloods," Erenigh said. He started walking once more. They would need to find a city big enough to either get them to Greece by plain or train.

Harry was sitting in their train compartment. His pink-haired friend was off somewhere at the moment. He looked out the window. It was raining. He shuddered glad that he wasn't outside right now. He was currently reading a book that the other teen had gotten him a few days earlier. It was a book on Occlumency and it was really good actually. The book had him realising that what Snape had been up to in their lessons was utter and complete rubbish. He read though a section on protection again.

"Mister Harry Potter, sir," the squeaky voice of Dobby the House-elf interrupted his reading.

Harry looked up. "Dobby, has something happened are Ron and Hermione all right?" he asked hurriedly.

Dobby looked a little taken back for a moment but answered the teen's questions soon enough. "Harry's Weezy and Ms Granger be O.K. they send Dobby to the Great Harry Potter to give Harry Potter something," he said and handed the raven a package.

"Oh, O.K. Dobby that's good, thank you," Harry said as he took the box. He looked at it for but before he got a chance at opening it the compartment door opened. He looked up startled. 'Shit,' he thought.

"Dobby? Is that really you?" The teen's eyes were wide and he almost dropped the tray he was holding as the little house-elf threw himself forward attaching himself to the teen's leg.

"Master Erenigh be O.K. Master Erenigh remembered Dobby. Dobby is being so happy," the elf cried.

Erenigh stood there for a moment slightly overwhelmed by the house-elf's reaction to him. Then he shook himself out of his stupor and placed the tray down before picking Dobby up and giving him a hug. "Of course I remember you Dobby," he said a small smile grazing his lips. "But what are you doing here?"

Dobby blinked. Then he smiled and said, "Dobby is being here to help the Great Harry Potter, Master Erenigh."

Erenigh looked over at the raven sitting by the window. "Harry Potter?"

The raven sighed. "I guess you know who I am now, huh," he said.

"It would seem that way wouldn't it," Erenigh said. He sat down still holding Dobby. He smiled at the elf. "Dobby was my nanny-elf when I was little. I was rather angry with father when he told me he'd lost this little fellow here. He didn't specify how that happened though…" Erenigh looked up at Harry.

The raven blinked. 'Nanny-elf? Did that mean…' "Your father is Lucius Malfoy?" he asked.

Erenigh looked at the raven. "Yes my father is Lucius Malfoy, Lord of the House of Malfoy, right hand man to the Dark Lord…" Erenigh went quiet for a moment staring out the window. "I should have recognised you I guess, with the way my little brother has been going on about you." He chuckled. "Though I guess you'd rather I listened to Viktor's description than my brother's."

"Viktor?" Harry's voice was questioning.

"Yeah, Viktor Krum the Dumstrang champion. We've been friends for ages. He's rather fond of … Hermione is her name right? Your friend," Erenigh said as he let Dobby down on the set beside him.

"Yes that's right. So… Viktor has told you stuff?" Harry hoped that the Famous Quidditch star hadn't done what so many others tended to do. He was tired of people being Hero-Worshipers.

Erenigh shrugged. "He told me stuff yeah but I tend to judge people by how the act and behave rather then what others tell me," he said.

Harry breathed out. He was glad that was the case. He sort of liked Erenigh – it felt weird to know the guy's name after so long – and he would have been saddened if the entire friendship they'd been building had fallen apart just 'cause he was the Famous Harry Potter.

"Dobby be needing to return soon," the elf said quietly, drawing the attention of the two teens.

"Oh, of course Dobby," Erenigh said. He bit his lip. "Dobby."

The elf turned.

"I know you're probably happy where you are but… well, I've missed you and … I wonder if you'd like to be my elf once I've turned seventeen."

The little elf blinked and then his big tennis-ball-eyes filled with tears. "Master Erenigh wants Dobby to be his elf?" he said.

"I want you to think about it at least Dobby O.K." Erenigh said with a smile.

The little elf nodded so his big ears flapped. "Dobby be thinking about it Master Erenigh, Dobby promises." Then the elf left with a pop.

"What was he doing here anyway?" Erenigh asked as he handed Harry some of the food he'd been carrying on the tray.

"He brought me something from my friends at Hogwarts," Harry said and pointed to the small brown parcel. Then he bit down into the sandwich he was holding.

Erenigh nodded slowly.

"You know," he said after a while. "I've been thinking about how we should keep people from recognising us once we get to Athens. It's a big place and someone is bound to know who we are if we walk in there looking like ourselves."

"So you have some sort of idea of what to do then?" Harry asked. He was sitting with the parcel in his hands wondering just what Hermione and Ron had sent him.

"Yeah, I was thinking along the lines of hiding in plain-sight just like I've been doing up until now but we need disguises that no one would even think to look through."

"O.K. what do you have in mind," Harry asked.

Erenigh looked at the younger teen. He wasn't too sure the guy would like his idea… "Well, I thought that the best way would be to cross-dress really. Most men are dumb enough that if you present them with a good-looking woman they can't think with their brain anymore," he said hoping that the raven wouldn't blow-up at him.

Harry almost dropped the box he was holding. 'What,' was his immediate thought, 'how can that be…' and then he stopped himself. The idea had its advantages he guessed. It was just … "How are we gonna pull that off?" he asked.

Erenigh smiled. "I know of a way to apply glamors that work sort of like a ward. It will be able to hide the fact that we're men pretty well. I can't apply it until after my seventeenth birthday though," he said running a hand through his pink locks.

Harry shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe he was agreeing to do this. He looked down at the brown box in his hands. Opening the lid slowly a potion vial and a small note-book was reviled. He looked at the potion unsure of what it was for a moment before looking down at the note-book. He picked it up and opened it.

Hey Harry,

This note-book has been charmed to rely messages

between us. All you need to do is write in it. Your message will stay

until one of us has read it and responded before it will

disappear once more. Please write as soon as possible. Oh, and prick

your finger one drop of blood on the pages and no one else

will be able to read this.

Hope you're doing O.K.

Hermione and Ron

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Do you have knife?" he asked the pink-haired teen.

"Yeah, sure." Erenigh pulled a knife out of his boot and handed it to the raven hilt first.

Harry made a small cut on his index-finger and let a drop of blood hit the pages of the note-book. Then he wrote a short message telling them that he was fine. He handed the knife back to Erenigh, who pushed it back into his boot before leaning back.

Erenigh was sitting awake the night before his birthday. They hadn't arrived in Greece yet but there wasn't much further now. It would be easier to cross the border tomorrow after he'd turned seventeen. Before they'd simply crossed the border on foot and since they were being really careful around people no one had realised they were foreigners so far.

Just a few more minutes and he'd be allowed to use magic. It felt good to know that they wouldn't need to rely simply on luck after this. It would also be nice to change his bloody hair colour. Pink was really starting to get on his nerves.

He looked over at his companion. The younger teen was much older mentally than most of his friends at Dumstrang. Poor kid had been through hell. Not that he'd ever call him kid to his face. Erenigh sighed. Growing up in the Malfoy household hadn't been easy either. No matter how perfect his family tried to look on the outside.

The clock on his bedside table struck midnight. Erenigh smiled he could actually feel the trace leave him. He could do magic now. Finally. Standing up, he made his way into the bathroom. He ran his hands through the long pink hair changing the colour. It was black now with a purple streak just above his left eyebrow. He shook his head slowly and the hair curled. He was using a form of glamor that was both very hard to do and demanded a lot of magic. He ran his hands down over his face and changed it slowly. His high cheekbones became less pronounced as he softened his features somewhat. He turned his eyes a dark green colour then he pulled his shirt off. Glamoring his chest to look like he had breasts was harder but not impossible. He looked at the shirt he'd been wearing and then he transfigured it into a halterneck top. Then he grabbed his hips and transfigured his pants into short-shorts before making his hips wider to fit the glamor.

He looked at himself for a while making a few more changes as he went. He wouldn't do anything about his sex. Uhu, he wanted to stay male thank you very much. There were other ways to hide that. He would have to lock the glamor to a piece of jewellery of some sort before he could turn back now though. It was the easiest way to go back and forth between the two. One of the good things about this kind of glamor was that it felt real to the wearer as well as anyone else. He'd give poor Harry a heart attack when the other woke up.

'Hmmm, maybe I should…' Erenigh smirked as he started applying a glamor to the sleeping teen as well.

…

Several hours later Harry woke up. He stumbled into the bathroom still half asleep and got into the shower. Strangely enough it wasn't until he was back out of the shower standing in front of the mirror that he noticed something was off. 'What the hell happened to my hair?' he wondered as he grabbed one of the wet blond strands. He lifted his towel to dry it and it was then that he realised his now feminine body. He screamed.

It was at this time that Erenigh walked back into their shared room. He was glad that he'd put up a silence ward around the room what with the noise Harry was making.

The door to the bathroom opened and the now blond stomped outside. "What the hell did you do Malfoy?" he/she – Erenigh wasn't quite sure which one to use right now – asked angrily.

"I applied the glamour you'll be traveling under from now on Harry," Erenigh said with a smile.

Blue eyes blinked. Harry's brain had finally caught up with him and he was staring at Erenigh's new look. The brown hair was put up in a high ponytail with plaits framing the older teen's face. He was wearing a black knee-long skirt and a dark green halterneck top. The blond wrapped his towel tighter around himself. Erenigh really looked like a girl.

"Here I've got clothes for you," the brunette said and handed Harry a bag.

"T…thanks," Harry said. He took the bag and headed back into the bathroom. He certainly hoped that he could wear pants and not a skirt. He breathed out in relief as he pulled a pair of pants out of the bag. He put them on together with the tank-top in the bag. He looked at himself in the mirror again. There was no way anyone would be able to tell that there was a boy under the glamor. He took a closer look at his now blond hair. It was much shorter than Erenigh's reaching just past his shoulders rather than halfway down his back. Then he noticed that there was a strand of jade green hair going down the right side of his head. Wondering what that was doing there he walked back out.

Erenigh had packed up as Harry finished up in the bathroom. "So what do you think?" he asked as the blond came out.

"It is very well done," Harry said as he walked up to the older teen. "But did you have to apply it when I was asleep?"

Erenigh chuckled. "I guess not," he said his voice much lighter than before. He sounded feminine now. "Here let me fix that," he said and dried Harry's hair. Then he placed his finger against the blonde's throat.

The magic tickled as it worked on his vocal cords. Harry raised a blond eyebrow questioningly.

"You'll sound like a girl now," Erenigh said as he let go off the blond.

"Oh, O.K." Harry placed a hand over his mouth in surprise. His voice was much smoother.

"Now we need names. I've been thinking about that for a while. I mean we could pretty much be named anything but…" he/she picked one of the bags up.

"I'd prefer something that at least had some reference to who I am," Harry said.

"Yeah, I thought along those lines too and I thought that maybe we should base our names on our original eye colour. What do you say?"

"Hnn, sounds like an idea but Emerald sounds really…"

"I was thinking more like Jade actually."

Harry though about it for a moment, 'Jade is a pretty good name. Jade.' "Sure Jade works good what about you?" he asked.

"I was thinking along the lines of Jade then my name could be Amethyst or Amy for short," Erenigh said.

Harry nodded. "Your eyes are purple then?" he asked.

"Yeah, they are."

So that's the first chap. of my first published story. Hopefully it's O.K.