Growing up Pureblooded

You have your Mothers Eyes

When Harry awoke the next morning the sun was already high in the sky. He crawled out of bed and stumbled over to the dresser, where he poured some water from a pitcher into the onyx basin and washed his face. He automatically reached back over to his nightstand for his glasses, but was startled to realize that he actually had no need for them; He could see perfectly. "The potion must have taken effect," he thought eagerly. He looked into the mirror and let out a small shout.

A different reflection stared back at him. For a moment Harry thought it was identical to the pictures he had seen of Sirius as a boy: he had the same aristocratic features and the same easy-to-manage hair. Then he noticed subtle differences. His eyes were bright blue, like Regina's, he also thought he had her ears as well. His scar was gone and Harry was surprised to find that he actually kind of missed the thing. Harry looked down and realized that he had filled out overnight. His shoulders were broader and there were a few inches of ankle showing beneath his pjs. He grinned, he didn't realize that the potion was also going to make him taller. "Blimey," he whispered, and almost didn't recognize his own voice. It sounded slightly different, perhaps a bit richer and a little lower. He absently wondered if that came from Regina; He had been told she had a beautiful singing voice.

Harry put on some ill-fitting robes and went downstairs to the dinning room, where Mopsey was already setting the table for lunch. Mopsey had been instructed on what she should expect, so she gasped only once when she saw her young master's new appearance, and then bowed low. "Good Morning, Master Aries," she greeted him. "Mopsey trusts Master slept well." Harry nodded and grinned, "I had a big night." Mopsey smiled. "Mopsey can see that. Master Aries is looking very fine." Harry laughed. "Thanks Mopsey." Once the table was set and Harry had sat down. Uncle Marius walked into the room. He laughed aloud when he saw Harry. "You're certainly looking well this morning," he said exuberantly. "It looks as though everything went according to plan. "It looks that way," Harry agreed. "The real test is tomorrow when we head to the Ministry to file all your paperwork," his uncle said, sitting down at the head of the table. Harry shifted nervously. "Do you think that is a good idea? What if they figure it out?" "We have to do it," his uncle explained. "Otherwise you'll never truly belong in the wizarding world. We didn't bring you here just to hide you away like an escaped prisoner, we intend to give you a proper pureblood upbringing."

"Couldn't we just hide in the Muggle world?" Dumbledore would never think to look for us there." Uncle Marius frowned. "You are a wizard my boy, and you ought to be raised as such. I'd have given my right arm for even a pinch of magical talent, and I'll be damned if I will allow you to walk away from your gift." "And if they figure it out?" Harry fretted. "They won't," Uncle Marius assured him, and deftly changed the subject. "You'll have to show your new appearance to your mother and godparents after we eat, They will be delighted."

A/N: Hi everyone! From this point on Harry will be called Aries. Thanks everyone who has read this much and expressed any interest in the story please feel free to comment or message me about it I would love to talk to yall.