Harry takes up muggle illusions and becomes a magician.
What happens when a T̶r̶a̶g̶i̶c̶ comedic accident turns things in a different direction.
Magician Harry
Multiple Personalities
A brown haired girl got the tickets for the magic show where a magician girl has become a witch.
The venue had supplied the ammo for the show and hadn't read the supply list right.
The age old classic. Catch a bullet in your teeth.
Ordinarily this trick was done simply by a blank round and a bullet hidden in the cheek of the magician.
But the venue had skimmed it and loaded a real bullet into that revolvers.
"I require a volunteer from the crowd." The red haired girl announced before pointing to the brown haired girl "You ma'am."
She walked up and was asked about her.
"My parents are dentists." She said.
"Ahh dental hygiene, very important." The red head said grinning showing teeth perfectly straight and whiter then the United Kingdom. Seeming to gleam in the stage lights. "Now let's show these lovely people what brushing your teeth gets you."
She had been hesitant to actually squeeze the trigger and her hand was shaking a bit.
A bang and a loud splat happen as the 9mm round had gone right into the lightning bolt scar on the girls forehead.
The redhead landed on her ass with blood dripping down her head.
The crowd gasped and brunette screamed.
A black smoke seem to leave the redheads forehead and her hair seem to shift between Red, Blue, Green and Black.
The magician had also seem to be changing between different body types.
"Uh Harriet?" The brunette asked seeing the body seem to twitch before standing up.
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"Sorry bout that love. Bit of a fright but I'm fine." The redhead now sporting a Australian accent and touching her forehead "Gonna leave a Gnarly mark but gonna have a hella story."
The crowd had gone into a roar of applauds and the brunette was given a signed picture of the two.
The show went on as normal, the bullet wound completely ignored and on the way home even Vernon was impressed.
"That was a bleeding amazing." Vernon said.
"You really has us with that catch a bullet with your teeth misdirect." Petunia said.
"Yeah...uh funny thing there..." Holly said "I uh...that was a real bullet."
"What?!" Both asked.
"Yeah uh they didn't read my list correctly." Holly said, the red liquid having started to scab but the wound was very much real. "I smell a lawsuit...or is half farthings?"
Holly was immediately taken to the hospital and the bullet was removed and looked over.
"Any lingering pain? This wound was pretty infected." The doctor said.
"Bonzer. I'm just Ace doc." Holly said as the light was shined in her eyes.
"Well luckily the round hasn't gone too deep and we got it out but just to be sure we'd like to keep you overnight for observation." The doctor said.
"I will be contacting my lawyer." Vernon said.
"As you should." The doctor said "We'll make copies of her x-rays and her file."
3 months later
Petunia noticed a difference in her nephew.
His 'faces' have begun changing.
The only time 'Harry' ever was around was during cooking. The freak had actually completely refused to respond to Freak often causing either A: a Australian Girl to jump down their throats, B: a venom laced tongue of a green haired boy that reminded her of lily's childhood friend C: a posh English woman politely telling them to refrain from using that name.
The green haired boy was currently weeding the garden hunched over seeming to be hissing at something.
"Boy." Petunia said.
"Harold." The green haired boy said.
"What are you doing?"
"Consulting my exterminators." Harold said pointing to a mass of snakes in the garden.
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With a hiss and flourish of his hand they seem to scatter and the sound of pained squeals as all rats and mice in the area was being attacked.
'Well that's one way to take care of the mice problem.' Petunia said under her breath.
"Yeah gonna make a killing hiring these danger noodles purging these vermin from the neighborhood." Harold laughed out darkly.
Harold seem to be drastically obsessed with money. Like he'd always count whatever was handed to any of the other faces.
"We are going out to dinner with one of Vernon's clients." Petunia said.
"What time? what restaurant? Business causal or suit?" Harold started asking a list of things as if he was on a mission for MI6.
Petunia gave the info she knew and the boy had started muttering about timing for what he had to do to get ready.
Dudley
Walking into the living room hearing "Filthy Filthy Filthy."
Seeing the redhead in the middle of the room floating a few feet off the air cleaning the ceiling fan.
Dudley about faced and walked right out not willing to start anything.
