The Boy Who Forsook Everything

Italy...Florence...

Harry Potter is now a University Student of age 18.

He was beautiful. Too effeminate that the only signs he's a boy, were his shoulders, facial shape, and his narrow shape.

Harry discovered his...orientation when he saw Cedric Diggory for the first time in his Third Year.

Mortified he likes boys and due to public opinion, he held back. But when Tri-Wizard Tournament happened...he decided 'Fuck them all,' and left with Dobby's help.

He asked need-to-knows, a full magical medical in a foreign hospital with shocking results, and asked for treatments Healers didn't expect he'd ask. Due to Doctor-Patient Confidentiality by numerous Oaths and the fact he could pay, they shut up.

He embraced his full nature and lived life as he pleased, did what made him happy.

Since he's had magical treatments that 'suppressed his masculinity', he became an effeminate beauty that didn't resembled his parents. His good looks was somewhere further into his family tree he sembled them. He also grew his hair long as its the only way to tame his 'eternally-windblown' hair.

His new looks also made his pursuers FAIL to recognize him. He looked too much like a muggle, no round nerdy glasses and no famous scar.

The only one who found him was Remus as being a Werewolf, he knew him by smell.

'Harry!' he gasped out before looking at him up and down. 'Y-you've changed! A lot!' he choked out. Harry's new looks indeed made him UNRECOGNIZABLE. His looks were a far cry from his third year self in fact! Harry dressed fashionably in preppy style College boy, and his long hair in a side plait parted from the right with fringes framing his face. He no longer wore glasses. His hair parted in a way that exposed his forehead spot where his scar used to be. Its gone!

'So did you Moony.' Harry smirked. 'Dobby did you and Padfoot a lot of good?' Remus now looks healthier and younger, and his hair thicker. The clothes are also muggle-style.

'Y-yes, but that's not the point...we need to talk.' said Remus as Harry merely pointed at a coffee shop across the street.

'I know many privacy spells. Goodness knows I got stalkers from school...I got many suitors in the LGBT Community.'

'LGBT?'

'Lesbians, Gays, Bisexuals, Transsexuals.' Remus choked. 'I discovered what I am on my third year and embraced it hence my appearance.'

'Too much information.' Remus sweatdropped as they crossed the street. 'Er, what's a transsexual?'

'A person born with a heart different from what their biological gender is. Example, a girl who's more comfortable being a bloke acts like one and sees nothing wrong with it. Likewise for blokes who sees nothing wrong being pretty and cute in skirts. Some go as far as literally changing their body to be happier.'

'Oh...but what made you um, different Harry?'

'Well, let's just say its a result of my life so far.' said Harry. 'I grew up being an abused domestic worker in the hands of the Dursleys. I know nothing about being a boy other than having manly bits and how to dress like one. I did many feminine things for so long being forced to without anyone realizing it, even I didn't realize it until I evaluated myself. And the nail that sealed it was when puberty hit and I discovered I like boys.' he said as they settled on an outside table. 'But given how prejudiced Magical Britain is, I can never be free. I'm never free. All expectations on me may as well be hands on my throat choking me and when I don't meet their demands, I'm an ostracized pariah but when I do what's expected of the Boy-Who-Lived basing me on my parents and my reputation, I'm treated well. Its essentially the life of an abused puppet.' he said coldly making Remus balk.

'The final straw was that Tournament. It was bad enough I was accused of being Slytherin's Heir petrifying students when I'm not, and now I'm accused of being a cheat when I didn't put my name in. I decided fuck them all and since then, I'm living as a muggle after several Magical Treatments. I found that I have the worst of the worst of Dark Arts on my forehead and Dumbledore let it stay on me when he could have gotten rid of it by having me checked as a baby?'

'A what?!' Remus gawked out. 'Worst Dark Arts done on you?' he sputtered out, wanting to know what it is immediately.

'My scar was a medium to HIS soul piece.' said Harry darkly. 'The mere thought of him freeloading off me was disgusting. The operation has a 70% failure rate but I took it anyway. That dark tosser split his soul into seven pieces or more according to the Cursebreakers and put them in chosen vessels. It seems Dumbledore will have to look for them and destroy them before the wanker can be killed.'

'I see...that's a horrifying, but crucial discovery.' Remus shuddered. 'Aren't you coming back now that you're proven innocent of your 4th year?'

'What, and be a puppet again? No way.' Harry sneered. 'I washed my hands off Wizarding Britain. They never cared about me, only how useful I am to them so why should I care about them? Only you and Sirius bothered to care for me, the rest can die for all I care.'

'B-but what about your friends?' Remus squeaked.

'I like Hermione but she's too much of an authority kiss-ass like Percy was. Had I mailed her she'll go straight to Dumbledore. She means well but she'll go to people who DON'T mean ME well.' Harry emphasized strongly. 'They who claim to keep me safe but did a shitty job on that.' Harry scoffed. 'The twins, I funded their joke shop to spite Ron. For what he accused me of and said to me, he's no friend of mine! The twins stuck to my side despite what everyone accused me of in three years I wish I befriended them first and closer to them.' he sighed. 'I gave them 5000 Galleons and Sickles each and through a Two-Way Diary, they keep updates. They're a hit.' he giggled. 'I hear they earn as much as Percy does in the Ministry that not even Molly can say anything.'

'Well...that's great because Arthur's killed.'

'Yeah, told me about that too.' said Harry. 'Sent to guard something in the Department of Mysteries huh? The least Dumbledore could have done is pair him with someone. Mr. Weasley isn't a fighter-type Dumbledore basically sent him to die when the twins told me everything. They refused to join the Order. So did Percy. Bill and Charlie joined if only to shut their mum up, they're not as rebellious as the twins are. Then again, Howlers once a week nagging them to join and embarrassing them at work with her banshee voice?' Remus winced at that. 'They're informants and not field workers so in a way, they stay away from her. If she keeps that up, she'll lose her eldest sons and middle sons' respect and filial feelings at this rate. So how are you and Sirius?'

'Sirius is stuck in his family's old home. He contributes to the Order by having his family manor used as Order Headquarters. But he hated being stuck there and the jibes Severus snarks usually ends in a fist fight...'

'Really, Dumbledore knows nothing at all.' Harry sighed. 'So the Order is searching for me instead of doing something productive speaks well of Dumbledore's desire for a theatric way of me and Him killing each other. Fuck that. Why do I have to clean up his mess? Given the history Dobby gleaned for me, he could have ended the First War singlehandedly but with his 'peaceful tactics', its only natural we're on the losing side. I coulda sworn he's secretly pro-pureblood as Order members are more casualties than Death Eaters.' he said in disgust. 'My only recommendation before Dumbledore sends you and Sirius to your deaths on a mission, is that you leave the Order and do things your way. Take those like-minded with you before you die. At this rate, you'll end up like others before Mr. Weasley. Including my own parents. Dumbledore is a piss-poor leader whose followers die a fruitless death, not accomplishing anything worthwhile in war.'

'Harry!' Remus gasped, scandalized.

'You react like that now but somewhere deep in you, you agree but refuse to accept reality because 'he's Dumbledore'.' Harry made quote marks in the air.

'...sigh...you're well-informed by the twins...' said Remus morosely. 'Let's talk about you instead. How are you doing? And is it OK to tell me?'

'Its OK. Werewolves cannot be used Legilimency upon because your Inner Wolf is a nasty security no Mind-Reader will risk getting torn apart in a Werewolf's mind. Its why you're safe from Mind-Readers...' Remus choked, 'But not safe if you got hit with Veritaserum, Compulsion Charms or the Imperious to make you talk.'

'I see...where'd you learn that?'

'In this country. Their books about Werewolves are so updated Werewolves have jobs here and has the same rights as Wizards.'

'What?!'

'So, ditch Britain and live here with Padfoot instead.' Harry smiled. 'Up to you. As for how my life has been since I was cured of my Health Issues, destroyed the Horcrux in my body...I also underwent Hormone-Suppressing treatments because of my newfound self. There are two hormones in the human body. Estrogen the female, and Testosterone for the male. It determines how your body is affected which hormone you have more of. But too much isn't good...to keep Wizards from finding me and recognizing me, I took Testosterone Suppressors and Estrogen treatments. My appearance is the result. And at 19 next year, I will stop those treatments since my new looks are permanent. I went to Muggle School instead while taking Specialized Magic Classes for those who wish to be 'Home Schooled' instead of attending Magic School.'

'So what classes did you take?'

'I took Dueling Classes and Medical Classes. In Dueling, you're taught spells and how to do it with no need for history bullshit for exams. Same for medical classes. Pure technique only. So I'm not shabby for a magic user and potioneer. Snape is a shit teacher, anyone in Hogwarts will tell you that.' Harry chirped. 'I sent copies of my know-how to the twins. As for my muggle life...I actually lived for once. Lived as me. Lived in freedom for myself.' he said wistfully. 'I discovered who and what I am. What I truly wanted. What I truly disliked and hated. I had many friends too and a normal life I long desired. Now, I'm a College Student majoring in Culinary Arts. I see myself opening a Pastry Shop one day.' he said. 'I just finished classes and out of luck, we came across each other before my part-time job starts.'

'Oh...I guess you'll never come back huh?'

'Nope. By the way, Sirius is Head of House Black right?'

'Yes, but he can't act on it...he's not proven Innocent yet.'

'Goblin laws are different that they'd regard him as one. He can use his full authority there. You know one secret about Him you learned from me...and use it to track down the rest. This way, anyone can kill him, even stabbing him in the back will do as long as they're all destroyed. Its my way of helping you since Dumbledore's useless.' Harry then stood up. 'Well, time to go to my part-time job.' he said, getting ready to leave.

'Eh? Where do you work?'

'I work in a cafe as a waiter!'

'But you're rich! You don't need to work!' Remus sputtered out.

'I know but business experience is important!' Harry winked. 'If I don't know how employees work, how can I run my own business? I hope you and Sirius choose what's best for yourselves, not let anyone dictate your life and death. Do everything your way and your style while making sure it can't be used against you.' and he vanished.

'Harry...' Remus sighed as he too, got up. 'I got a lot to tell Sirius I guess...but I have a lot to think about.'

xxx

London, Grimmauld Place...

'Welcome back Moony!' Sirius greeted as he was remodeling. 'How do you like the new paint job eh?' he asked as his mother's painting on the wall had her mouth in what looks like a sticky substance, making her try to scream to no avail. The new paint was a bright cream in color with caramel-brown borders. The ceiling was also cream-colored with a red carpet in the hallway. 'I thought I'd redecorate with stuff the twins sent to me after I paid them to. I thought I should destroy ancient history and go for modern.' he said with a dark feral grin.

Then again, Sirius did say how he hated anything family-related in the house. He'd really be happy spiting his family.

'Yeah, its an alive house for once.' Remus smiled, liking the new decor. 'Anyone here?'

'Nope, just me. People only come when Albus assembles the Order anyway.' said Sirius. 'I figured if I'll be stuck here for years, might as well liven the place up.' he sighed.

'I see...then I can freely talk to you.' said Remus. 'But first, let's check the house for eavesdropping and recording spells as a precaution.'

'Sure...'

After an hour...

'Phew, nothing.' said Sirius in relief as they settled in his room that definitely underwent remodeling. 'So what do you want to talk about?'

'I found Harry.'

'What?! Where? And why didn't he come with you?!' Sirius cried, slamming his hands on his lap.

'One, he lives as a muggle attending College. Two, he only cares for the two of us and the Weasley twins. He'll only come here if we're in danger and the rest can hang for all he cared.' Sirius sembled a goldfish the way he gaped at his longtime friend.

Remus told him what he and Harry talked about.

'I see...damn that Albus...worse, I can't call him out on it without being forced to talk where Harry is.' Sirius scowled. 'And maybe I should exercise my rarely-used Authority if Bella or Reg kept a Horcrux in their vaults.' he said. 'It'll cost a fortune but its worth it. Harry's right...Albus sucks as leader.' he said darkly. 'We better do what we can before we die. For now I'm useful alive due to Headquarters tied to me but Albus has no qualms risking you to Werewolves just because you're one. We better do what we can and gather like-minded people like us.'

'So its a split then.'

'Yeah. If we'll die, we should die for something not for nothing. I better make arrangements about my fortune with the Goblins and update my wills. Let's go do this war OUR way Moony. So we can be free too just like Harry.'

'I recommend communicating with Bill and Charlie too.' said Remus. 'Through the twins. We will subtly be rebels, if you will.' he snickered. 'How long has it been since we were so naughty?'

'20 years, that's how long!'

xxx

Cafe Gilli, Piazza Della Repubblica, Florence...

Harry is popular as a waiter with women.

He mastered the art of charming smiles combining it with politeness and great customer service.

The Cafe he works in has a long history. Surviving WWII even, it became a Historical Site. Not to mention the confectionery's picturesque.

However, his manager talked to him one day.

'Harry,' said his manager Signor Costa. 'You're one of our best waiters, attracting us most of our customers.' he spoke as if Harry would get fired that got Harry nervous.

'Er, did I do something wrong?' Harry asked nervously.

'No but times are getting dangerous.' said Signor Costa. 'The wrong sort of crowd is starting to gather in Florence. In the past, this cafe is used as their meeting spot. You're young and a civilian while I and your seniors are used to this shit. You should get employed in a civilian-friendly cafe and take your fans with you. At this rate if some idiot takes out a gun...'

'Ah, cosa nostra?' Harry winced. 'I heard only they own guns other than the police and military.' the older man just winced.

'Exactly. Go and keep your fans safe.' said Signor Costa with a pained smile. 'Its painful to see the revenue you bring go through the ladies but you're all innocents. I can't let you get caught in the crossfire as your boss. These guys can be hotheaded bastards sometimes.' he took out a small list. 'These are civilian-friendly places you can go to. They never go there so its safer. Today is your last day at work. Come back to get your last pay when your shift ends and I have further advices for you then.'

'Thank you for everything boss.' Harry smiled before bowing and left.

As he left, a purplish haze appeared, showing a bartender.

'Sad to see him go indeed, those pretty birds will be gone.' he pouted. 'Instead of flirting with the ladies, we put up with stinky men who reek of blood and gunpowder.'

'Afraid so. We get it really bad once in a while. Not to mention Harry's...special.' said Signor Costa. 'Latent but there. He's too good for that crowd and he doesn't deserve them. Its for his own good.'

'Yeah...Harry's a pretty bird himself for those guys into that sort of thing.' the bartender chuckled. 'Its not just the ladies who come here you know.'

The manager twitched.