ILSFlamel.
Summary: This is the story if Harry Potter were to be adopted into the Flamel's lives through their daughter. Set at the beginning of first year through, involving new characters and a different point of view and time line. A shyer Harry that will learn and grow into his own. Warning: some characters will have different personalities than in the books.
Note: Characters belong to JK Rowling's and some of the marked line from the books.
This is my first fanfiction I'm excited and nervous to be posting. Please leave comments deemed necessary.
Some of the characters personalities will be different as well as the plot time line, but all will be explained in time. :)
Special thanks to beta : Alna'ir. This chapter has been edited. :)
Chapter 1: Job Offer
The woman stepped out of the fireplace, she was pretty, well beautiful was more the word. With silky black hair that came just below the shoulder blade, eyes as blue as the sky with streaks of silver running through them, full lips and an enchanting smile. She stood around 167cm and was dressed in the traditional wizard robes.
"Ah, Ms Flamel, please come in, come in," a cheerful voice welcomed her into the office.
Extending a hand, she greeted the older looking wizard who was headmaster of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, "Mr Dumbledore, pleased to finally meet you."
"Yes, it is a pleasure," he smiled with a twinkle in his eye. "Please, take a seat."
Upon entrance she had felt warmth enveloped her and had sent out a small dose of her magic to the castle that was welcoming her back. It had been years since she had been in the headmaster's office and while much had changed, it was still mostly the same. Walking further into the room a loud shrill pierced through the air as a red and gold phoenix took flight and landed on Ms Flamel's shoulder. Letting out another softer squawk the bird took a nip at the woman's ear who didn't flinch, almost seeming to expect this reaction.
"Fawkes!" Dumbledore exclaimed in an authoritative voice, trying to scold the bird for its behaviour.
"It's ok," she said in a soothing voice, "I deserved it." She lightly reached up and stroked the feathers on the phoenix' neck, getting a soft song of gratification and love in response.
With a slight smile and the twinkle still running strong, the headmaster spoke, "I don't see how you could have deserved such behaviour."
"It's been too long since I've seen my bonded and just showing up like this was not the best way, he deserved a warning." She answered still stroking the feathers as the bird dropped his head and nuzzled into her neck.
This puzzled the man, "Bonded? I think you're mistaken. Fawkes here bonds to every headmaster there is."
"No, that would be because I left him to guard the castle and help out the headmaster. I took up travelling a long time ago and mostly stayed in the muggle world, such fascinating inventions they come up with. I very well couldn't be seen with a bright coloured phoenix where they were thought to be only imaginary," she explained.
Taking a seat in front of the dark wooden desk, she continued, "Oh, we visit often. Normally twice a month he'll stay with me for a day or two to reconnect the bond, but he always returns to the castle afterwards."
Dumbledore was shocked at this but didn't let it show on his face, "When did you two bond?"
"When I was five, I found him hurt in a cave, refusing to come out." She chuckled slightly at the memory, "Isn't that right Far Shadow?"
If a phoenix could glare, that's what Fawkes would have been doing, while Dumbledore let out a small laugh. "Sorry, Fawkes for short, but what did you expect? I was five and he wouldn't come out of the dark cave."
"Very well," continued Dumbledore, still not liking the idea that the bird really wasn't bonded to him but accepting it anyway because he didn't really have a choice and the bird was always there anyways. "You wanted to apply for a position in the school?" he looked up at the woman, "What position exactly since you didn't specify in your letter? I'm looking for a defence teacher if you qualify and are interested."
"No thank you. I would like to become an assistant of the castle, helping teachers who require an extra hand and students who need it. I am very apt in most subjects, having studied them through the years. And I am willing to be tested by your teachers, if they want to ensure that my qualifications are to their standards," she replied in a voice of business with a prominent air about her.
"That can be arranged, but why are you interested in this?"
"It's something new, I've seen most of the world and it would be nice to stay in one place for a while," home, she though sadly to herself. "And what better use of my time than to help those who are our future?" she added with a soft smile.
"Noble ambition," the headmaster supplied, "sadly since it is not an official title in the school the pay won't be that great." He then told her that the budget was tight between paying the teachers and helping the muggle-born students.
She waved off his concern easily enough, "As I know you are familiar with my family, money isn't really that big of a deal."
He knew she was right in that the Flamels were easily one of the wealthiest families known in the wizarding world. That came from the length of their lives and their wise investments.
"Very well, provided you pass the tests from the teachers you have yourself a position."
He smiled at her.
"Thank you, Mr Dumbledore. When shall I be expected back?"
"I will talk to the professors and get a letter to you within the next few days, and since there is no defence teacher as of yet, I will be testing you in that part. Be prepared to duel," he said in a cheerful voice.
"Then I shall be taking my leave now," she stood and thanked him for giving her the opportunity. He gestured towards the fireplace, but she just shook her head, snapping out the still cuddling bird in the process. "Fawkes will you take me home please?" And with a shrill and a burst of flames, they were gone.