Chapter 1- The New Life

Harry had always known that he was different than his relatives, but had never been able to tell how. At ten years of age, he was an extremely bright child, earning straight A's and being praised by his teachers. But as his eleventh birthday approached, it felt as though something was coming. Poor Dursley, who had belittled Harry, starved him, among other things, were in for the worst meeting that they have ever encountered.

"Boy, get down here and cook and nice dinner. We have some very important guests coming, so you better not spoil or ruin any of it or you'll be so sorry," Vernon growled at the ten year old. "Get to it, you only have four hours."

Harry knew better than to be told twice as rushed into the kitchen to see what he could make. Three and a half hours later, he had the meal already to go with the roast staying warm in the oven. Vernon came in and dragged him to the upstairs bedroom and locked him in, "You will not make a noise. You don't even exist to anyone. Because if you do I make sure I forget that you're up here."

Harry played with Dudley's old toys quietly, knowing that his uncle would make good on his promise. He often wondered if there was something else out there for him, something better. His imagination had some pretty good stories about wizards and witches, flying brooms, and other magical things. Even a few times, something magical had happened around him. Although all that got him was a trip to the cupboard.

Suddenly, there were footsteps on the stairs coming up. Harry shrank back into the corner just in case the visitor opened the door by mistake. Sure enough the door opened, revealing a young woman, probably no older than thirty, with long platinum blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She scanned the room for a second before spotting him in the corner. "Harry Potter?" she asked. When he didn't answer, she stepped into the room and flooded it with light. "Yes, you definitely are Harry Potter. I'm here to collect you and your belonging so you may begin your magical training. Come on, let's hurry while Jordan keeps your greedy relatives company." She reached out a hand, touching his cheek in a soothing manner. "Come on, Harry, I promise you'll live a better life with us and the rest of the clan."

Harry looked into the stranger's eyes. It was automatic, he saw in her eyes that he could trust her and that she wouldn't hurt him. Taking her hand, she lifted him from the ground and dusted him off. Leading her young charge downstairs, she walked into the living room and spoke in a voice that would have chilled the dead, "You, Vernon Dursley, and you, Petunia Dursley, are now no longer in charge of this boy. He is going to live with his proper relatives. Tell Dumbledore not to look for him, for he will not be found."

Harry saw the biggest man, next to his uncle, stand up and walk towards them. He was at least 6' tall, with black hair just passed his shoulders, and sparkling gray eyes. "Let's leave, Kayla. The human muggles are getting on my nerves." As Jordan was speaking, he reached down and ruffled Harry's hair. Harry leaned into the treatment, because he didn't know how long it would last.

Harry followed them outside and listened as they spoke in another language. Kayla turned to him and knelt down, "I need you to hold on tight to Jordan. He is going to transport you to your new home." Jordan picked him up and he clung to the taller man with a death grip, causing the big man to laugh. Harry felt the air dissipate around him and he instantly reappeared in a completely different place. Hell, he didn't enough know if he was still in England.

"Where are we and how did you do that?" Harry asked.

Kayla laughed, "Notice the change in scenery than the fact that we just transported magically to that location. We, my dear boy, are in remote part of England's countryside." Kayla and Jordan, who had set him down, led him into the huge castle. At first Harry thought that it was a ruin, but when he passed through what felt like an invisible shield, he saw the magnificent castle that it actually was. "Those, Harry, were wards that you just passed through. They only let are kind see this castle. Muggles and Wizards are not allowed to enter without explicit permission from one of the ruling five. Although right now we only have the ruling four, that rule stands just the same."

They walked what to Harry must have been miles, when it was only like ten minutes. Jordan then turned to him, "Respect the Rulers and they will learn to respect you. You are the first new one in almost 300 years. They will be delighted that you are here, but they have the right to punish you if you disrespect them. They will be the ones teaching are ways and the laws of the wizard." He pushed Harry towards the door. He looked back at the two who had come to his house and rescued him. "Go on. We can't go any further as we were not invited to this meeting. We were only sent to pick you up. We'll see you soon." They left him standing at the giant wooden doors.

He reached up to knock on the door, but it opened before his hand had even reached the door. As he walked in, he saw four people sitting in four high chairs with one empty between pairs. They were the four most beautiful people he had ever seen. The one to the far left was an elegant looking woman with long white hair, in pure white robes. She smiled at him as he took in the sharp but soft lines of her face, the violet of her eyes and paleness of her skin. The man next to her was in all blue, from his eyes to his robes. His skin was nicely tanned, which went with the deep midnight blue robes that were offset by the royal blue undershirt. His hair was so black; it to had a blue tint to it.

Past the high chair in the middle, the woman to the right of it was as elegant as the other, but with a harder edge to her. Adorning her blood red robes, were varies weapons, all shiny and silver. Her red hair almost matched her robes, but her eyes were of the lighter shade of red. Finally the man to the far right looked tall in stature and wore a green robe, which brought out the green in his teal eyes. His staff was lying next to him.

"Welcome, little one," the white witch spoke at last, "we are glad to have you with us. Now you are a wizard and yes, magic does exist, but we are here to help into your blood inheritance. Your parents knew that you would be a cross between a guardian and warrior angels. As I, Lillian, is a guardian and Christens, to my left, is also. Jemma and Rymrs are both warrior angels. You are here to train and to learn control over your gifts, but first you are going to have to drink a few potions to correct the damage that your mother's sister has done to you."

Jemma spoke next, "We will see you in five years, Harry Potter. In that time you will learn the basic knowledge that you need to know to further your training. Good Luck, little master, for someday you will rule with us."

Two others came forward and kneeled before leading Harry out of the chamber and to a bedroom where there were several vials waiting for him. The note said to drink them all and that some would taste vile. Harry grimaced. Bottoms up.

Harry blinked as he looked around the field he had landed in. He noticed a cabin down a small hill with smoke coming from its chimney. Walking up to the door, he knocked.

"Coming," a female voice said from inside. She opened the door and gasped. "Harry. My little boy." She grasped him and pulled him into a hug. "James, Harry is here."

A tall, messy black haired, hazel eyed man came into the living room and paused seeing Harry standing there. "You took the potion Lillian made?"

Harry nodded, tears in his eyes, "You are dead, aren't you?"

Lily also had tears, "Yes, but you need to learn from us about your heritage and then you'll learn about the magical and muggle community."

"Muggle? What is a muggle?" Harry asked, having heard the term.

James smiled, guiding Harry to the kitchen to get breakfast, "Muggle is the wizarding world term for non-magical people. Do you want some breakfast? We can start your learning afterwards."

Harry nodded and they sat down to eat. They discussed what they would teach Harry and learned about Harry's life, which made James want to go haunt his in-laws. That afternoon they started his training and continued through till they completed all his training.

Lily looked into Harry's eyes, "We love you son and once you master Necromancy you'll be able to talk to us whenever you want." Tears were streaming done her face. James wrapped an arm around her. "We are so proud of you and we'll see you soon."

Harry waved and felt the world fade around him

Harry woke up the last, groggy as hell, and sore to boot. There was another vial next to his bed with a note that told him to drink it when he woke up and that there was a bathroom to his right. Sighing, he drank the potion, which tasted much better than the ones the night before, and headed to use the shower. He believed that his eleventh birthday was only a few days away and was happy. He made it another year; much to his relative's dismay and now he didn't even have to live with them anymore.

Entering the bathroom he walked past the mirror to the bath, he would finally be able to take a bath, and he stopped and returned to the mirror. His reflection which had showed a scrawny boy, short in height for his age, with messy black hair and glasses covering his green eyes, was a boy a bit above average height, with shoulder length black hair, and no glasses. Shocked by his appearance, he just touched his face to feel the new contours. Bath forgotten, Harry wondered out into the hall, trying to find someone to explain to him what had happened the night before.

When he saw no one, he followed his nose, which had picked up on some really good smells. Entering the hall, all talking and movement stopped. As one everyone stood and bowed to him, as Lillian waved him down to the head table. Harry watched in awe as they had bowed and stayed in that position as he walked to the Head table. Sitting in between Christens and Jemma, he watched as the congregation finally retook their seats and continued eating, talking and movement back to normal level.

"Hello, Harry," Jemma said. "Happy Birthday. Well, more like Happy Belated Birthdays."

Harry looked at Jemma, "Birthdays?"

Lillian answered, "Yes, you've been asleep for three years. You had to have wondered why you looked so different, so much more grown up." Harry nodded. "Well, our potions were to fix any muggle and wizarding faults that were placed or made you who you were. Someone, probably Dumbledore, placed a heavy blocking spell on magic so you're body has had to recover from the magical whiplash or overload."

"It makes some sense though I was with my parents learning what I could about my heritage. So how old am I?" Harry said softly.

Christens smiled, "You are thirteen as of yesterday. You're going to start training with Kayla and Jordan as soon as you are finished with your breakfast. They will work with you on your muggle knowledge and wizarding knowledge that you should know. Don't be afraid if you pick things up rather quickly. Your mind may absorb the knowledge like you have a photographic memory."

Harry smiled, "So I may remember things without having to study them?"

Rymrs snorted, "He'll learn very quickly. You, my lad, are destined to be great, to be a ruler of all magical kinds. Always keep your nature of innocence and love for the knowledge and those around you. With those qualities, you will reign for a long and peaceful time."