Hello! This would be my first ever story. I'm going to rate this T for now but I will be upping the rating when I get to the explicit torture scenes and/or smut scenes ( smut will be much later, he's in his early years now ) if the story goes that way. Tell me if I should continue please. Buuut if so help me out with this
Pairings are to be decided however they WILL be SLASH. Should Harry be paired with-
Krum ( I just love this pairing )
Harry will be a sub, the person chosen from above ^ will be a dom and dark. So no nice spy Lucy!
If you feel like it, give some suggestions and I'll either incorporate them or make a new story.
Now onto the real business
Warning: This fiction is in no way receiving monetary compensation for this work. All rights go to J.K. Rowling. For any people who are homophobic, or are not open to cross-dressing, for the sake of you not wasting your time, please leave. This features a tortured Harry and as such will have abuse. Also has a cross-dresser.
Pale skin, brushed with the tint of a rose flush and hiding the barest hint of brown faded freckles; delicate features, high cheek bones that sloped to the soft point of a gently rounded chin. Ebony hair cascaded over the features, very much like a waterfall, with straight bangs hiding an expanse of forehead while the rest of the locks fell in a messy way just to the shoulders. Some strands of hair had found their way between a pair of lips that looked slightly bitten as if it was a nervous tick. Others had almost gotten caught in the fluttering of two eyes. The black wisps had twirled away, reminiscent of smoke, when lashes fell towards them, but the hair only drifted again to the pair of shocking green eyes. It gave the whole appearance a wide eyed, just ran a mile look. It was unruly and different. Harry liked it. He liked the whole persona; he liked the idea of being someone else, someone who was seemed bright and pretty. It was so different from being stuffed away and beaten and starved. The difference was a novelty to Harry, and it was a release. Release was certainly something Harry could do with right now.
It had gotten so frustrating, the entire school turning him away. The situation the Wizarding World put him in was kind of like the Dursleys; Harry being freakish, and in effect, being unbearably, undeniably alone. Why was it he was so different? He only wanted to be liked, normal in a way. Not normal as in nobody noticed him ( he desperately wanted to be noticed ) but normal as in the kind where people loved you, cared for you, where you weren't a traitorous murdering parseltounge. Though, the whole evil snake speaker thing didn't make sense to Harry, he couldn't have actually petrified those people could he have? He didn't want anything bad to them. Mrs. Norris wasn't his favorite cat, but she did find him bleeding in a bathroom in the aftereffects of the whole "freaks going to school so let's beat him" ritual that his Uncle decided to initiate, she hadn't gone to tell Filch, she had even looked… motherly when she gave him a headbutt to go to bed. Harry would never hurt her, and Collin was such a sweet kid, annoying and embarrassing, but sweet and happy; he could never even wish anything seriously bad on the kid. But then again he hadn't thought he had actually controlled the flames when Vernon had tried to burn him alive when he was 7, but that had still happened.
The whole situation needed some common sense, that was it. So Harry set out to the Forbidden Forest to do what he always did when common sense was necessary; he put on a dress and hooked an old flat iron to some batteries he snatched from his Uncle. Hair straight and now only stylishly curved to extenuate his face; he monkeyed up the banister to the girls' dormitory, feet never touching the stair as to not set off the enchantment, and grabbed Lavender Browns best makeup kit. He studied the new Witch Weekly for a second, checking for any need-to-know updates or tips from the fashion world, and with efficient swipes had his eyes lined in black and shadowed with a light green and sliver. It was times like these Harry was glad to have been thrashed by his uncle, if only so that he learned the wonders of cover-up and makeup when his so called freakishness didn't heal him properly. The day after the beatings was horrid because of the pain and aches all over his body, but they were also certainly the highlights of his formative years as well. Aunt Petunia laying out the full sized jumbo bags she got at the supermarket full of foundation and even eye shadows to give his more prominent bruises a messier look, so that it could be said Harry fell down the stairs. When Harry was alone in the house, he used to sneak up and play with the wonder powder; first drawing silly things, war paints like the kind he snuck a glance at on T.V. or coloring his entire face green like the Martians on Dudley's comic books. But then his favorite green ran out, so he started adding in lighter shades and putting the lighter shades in places where the light would shine more. It was a challenge to make it all seem prettier, and as that grew easy, Harry used more subtle colors. He developed an eye for colors and technique, started quietly reprimanding his Aunt under his breath for the blatant incompatibility of the hues of her dresses and her skin tone. He started grimacing at all the painted up women on the streets, muttering about how he had used the same amount only when he wanted to look ridiculous and caked. From there it only got worse, he started gagging at clothes too, not fawning over cute clothes or anything mind you but simply glaring at the idiots on the streets who tried to match up colors on different accessories and got them aggravatingly wrong. He always wanted to walk straight up in stores and give the poor fashion deadbeats a little advice but he was a boy, and a freak at that.
It had only been when Harry was 9 that he finally took his secret obsession to the next level. There was a small pageant in Surry and Petunia had decided to go just to find something to critique about the daughter of number 14…
Incredibly short and I apologize but if I didn't get this out there then I never would have. I'm looking for a Beta I guess and also petty blind support to continue this. Thanks!