Yep! Another fic. But it's not Bleach, it's Harry Potter. So Harry's a cross-dressing Lestrange.

And his daddy's Tommy Boy. We love Tommy…

Well I do. I even named a phobia after him. Voldemortaphobia: the fear of losing my nose.

Yeah. I went there. So R&R.

China Doll Wizard

If you said he was strange, his aunt would reply with, "It's because he's a Lestrange." If you said he must be and orphan, his uncle would say, "His parent's are just in jail." If you said he must be lonely, his cousin would ask you, "Why? He's got me."

As long as you're talking about Harry Lestrange, you're telling the truth. His parents are in jail; so is his uncle, Rabastian. He isn't lonely, he has Draco.

And he really is strange. He can tall to snakes, even says they're good company. He has a pet dog (it's actually his godfather, Sirius). He likes Venus flytraps and poison ivy over flowers. He likes petticoats and silken kimonos over traditional men's (or women's) robes (Yes, he's a cross-dresser).

But most of all, he likes dolls. Each doll is handcrafted by him, and in every one a senbon is tucked inside like a present of death. He says they're for good luck, but his family knows it's because he likes their feel. And his favorite, a china doll, the only one he didn't make, named Kali after the goddess of destruction. It was the only thing his mother got to give him before she went to Azkaban.

Chapter 1: The Hogwarts Letter

Harry's POV

I open my eyes to the dismal sunlight streaming into my great big bay window and yawn, rubbing the sleep from my avada kadavra green eyes. "It hate mornings, don't you, Snakey?" I ask looking over at the coiled seven foot long anaconda.

"Of course, Master. The great fire agitates you making me agitated as well. Although the great fire is good for warming my scales."

I chuckle. My pet although kind and sweet is not one to be trifled with. Thank god he loves me; it keeps people I don't like away from me. I pull on a grey sundress and a pair of converse, forgoing manual brushing of my lower back length hair in favor of wandlessly spelling it brushed. "Com'on, Snake!" I call over my shoulder, picking up Kali as I walk out. I slide down the banister to the marble floor beneath, smirking all the while. "Hello, Aunt Cissy!" I call as I slide into the kitchens to bid Dobby a good morning. I've always liked the little house elf.

"Good morning, Young Master. Dobby trusts you slept well! Dobby cooked Young Master favorite food for Young Master's birthday Dobby did."

"Thank you, Dobby." Silently snickering as the house elf falls over himself to say I need not to thank him. "Oh, I insist Dobby. You and Aisha make the best food."

"Harry, stop torturing Dobby," my cousin says to me while passing by the doorway to get to the dining hall.

"Alright, Dray." And I follow him.

Uncle Luc and Aunty Cissy are waiting for me, a letter waiting at my seat and Sirius in human form sitting across from it. "Hello, pup," he says, "Remus and Fenrir wanted me to give this to you. They miss having you around."

"And I miss them," I respond and hug the Animagus, "and you too."

"I've been with the Dark Lord. He's trying to find a clean way to break out your parents and the other captured Death Eaters. He doesn't want people to know he's back yet."

"I understand. How is Tom?" Uncle Luc chuckles at my casual use of my mother's ex-boyfriend. Technically, he's my real dad, and he likes it when I visit him and Nagini. He didn't even know Mom was pregnant with me until she'd already shacked up with Rudolphus. I refuse to call either of them dad because they are both that equally to me.

And I know he will want to spend the afternoon with me, so this morning belongs to my other family. And the Hogwarts Letter. "Do I need to open it?" I ask, gesturing to the parchment letter.


"But I'm a Black, a Lestrange and a Riddle. I don't think they'd like me there. And I bet I have to wear the men's uniform."

"You will still be accepted, especially in Severus' house. And you can wear the women's uniform."

"Yes!" I practically shout out in excitement. "Oh, yeah. I wonder how Sev is doing. What with Lilly dead and all."

"He's still Severus. Sad a lot but still the same inside."

"M-kay. So do I have to open the letter?"


"Damn." I open the letter scanning it with disdain.


Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Lestrange,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

The second page with requirements says:


First-year students will require:
sets of plain work robes (black)
plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble


1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales

Students may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a toad.


"Do I have to have a freaking owl?"

"No. Your peregrine falcon, Scar will do."


"Young Master, your crepes are done!"


Voldemort's POV

I ruffle Harry's mane and hug him. "I've missed you."

"Me too, Tom. So you got a present for me?"

I snort. Just like his mother, always quick to get to the point. "Yes. I figured out how to get your mother out."