Northolt Academy of Magic

Commission for Anonymous: Harry goes to another school then Hogwarts.

Warnings: Slash, OMC, non-Canon Magic School, Dark and Powerful!Harry, Sexual content (it will be very present), violence. If you don't like Slash, please turn away.

Summary: Welcome to Northolt Academy of Magic, where the only thing that matters is Power. Meet Harry Potter, the current Top Dog of the Academy. The Wizarding won't know how to react to this version of their prophesized hero.

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Part 1

6 years ago

Little Harry Potter sat in his cupboard, eyes fixated on the two envelops he had managed to sneak in to his pockets before Uncle Vernon saw. They were both addressed to him – Harry James Potter – along with his address and precise position. Harry had never had anyone address letters to him before so that was why it was even more important to not let his relatives take them away from him.

With trembling hands – part from excitement and other part from anticipation – Harry tore open the first envelop and extracted its content. The letter inside was written on some weird, flaky paper that he couldn't identify. But that didn't matter, for what was written in the letter nearly took his breath away.

Harry James Potter

And…

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Witchcraft and Wizardry?" little Harry said out loud, testing the foreign words on his tongue. According to the letter, James and Lily Potter had signed him up the moment he was born. It was his destiny to go there, like his parents, his grandparents and everyone in his family lineage.

For some reason, that sat really badly with Harry.

He frowned a little, wondering if this was just some elaborate joke his sick relatives had decided to play on him. He really wouldn't put it past them to get his hopes up like this and laugh in his face. And besides, magic doesn't exist…right?

Then, what about all those things that kept happening around you?

There must be a logical explanation.

You're in denial.

Harry sighed, putting the first letter aside to grab on to the second envelop.

The second letter was printed on regular but expensive paper big companies used for formal correspondence. Harry knew that because he had seen his Uncle receive one a couple of weeks ago. The paper was a status symbol in a way, his Uncle had explained, it shows that they think you are important enough to warrant this luxury. He had then looked at Harry and sneered. "Not that you would ever receive something like this."

But Uncle Vernon was wrong, Harry smiled to himself. Someone did think him important enough to use the good paper. And that in itself was enough to convince the little boy that the second letter wasn't a hoax concocted by his relatives.

The content of the second letter was printed out in block form; black against white; perfectly formatted and undeniably professional. It read:

Dear Mr. Potter,

We, here at Northolt Academy Boarding School, would like congratulate you on being chosen, as a result of our extensive selection process, as a potential student. Northolt Academy is one of the best schools all around and we believe that with your specific skillset, you will fit in perfectly. We have the latest facilities, the best teachers to help you grow and reach your full potential.

If you are interested in being a part of our family for the next 7 years, please sign your name on the dotted line below.

We hope you will chose us for your continued education.

Sincerely yours,

Mary Taylor

Northolt Academy Admissions Officer

Should he do it? Young Harry pondered this question for some time. The offer seemed genuine enough. Should he take a chance? He wanted to.

With a sigh, Harry took the pen that had been included in the envelop and signed his name on the dotted line, not knowing that this moment would change his life forever.

Present day

"Welcome to Northolt Academy!"

11 years old Anna Mary tried not to appear too intimidated as she followed the rest of her future classmates in to the castle-like structure of the main school building. Anna, who had come from modest means, found the whole experience absolutely mind-boggling. So much wealth; so much opulence, all for the 200 students of this school to enjoy. She was so glad she had chosen to come here instead of Hogwarts.

Their guide, a tall handsome curly haired young man, stopped in front of a set of double doors and turned around to address them.

"First of all, congratulations to all of you for being chosen," he said, his voice carrying easily across the hall, "My name is Francois Gilbeaut, I am a 5th year student here at Northolt Academy. I will be your guide. Before we go in, please listen carefully to my introduction.

Northolt Academy was founded on one principle: There's only power and those too weak to seek it. Here, we don't care if you are muggleborn or pureblood. We don't care if you are a Veela or a Vampire. All we care is how strong of a wizard or witch you are.

Students here are divided in to three houses. The House of Merlin is the elite ruling class of the school, named after the Father of magic himself. Every student should aspire to become a member of the House of Merlin and you can do so by working hard and ascending the ranks. Don't expect to be sorted directly in to the House of Merlin as a first year, it's just not done."

"Excuse me," said a young boy a few feet from Anna, "I heard there had been an exception to that rule."

Francois' eyes narrowed in on the speaker and something akin to interest made him smile.

"Your information is correct," he said before turning to look at the group once more, "There has been an exception. 6 years ago, a little boy did indeed come to this school as a first year and waited to be sorted just as you lot will be. To everyone's immense shock, the sorting spell deemed him strong enough to be a part of the House of Merlin despite his young age. His name is Harry James Potter."

There was a collective gasp.

"You will meet him of course," Francois continued, ignoring everyone's reaction, "He's the current captain of our school's Dueling club. If you want to join, he's the one to approach. Now, one last thing before we enter. Each student is resorted every year to see if they have made enough improvements throughout the year to move ahead. But you won't have to worry about that till the end of the year. With that said, are there any other questions before we go in?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Perfect, off we go then."

Francois turned around and pushed open the double doors.

"Francois! Welcome back."

Francois smiled at Adrien and took a seat next to the man on their common room sofa. The House of Merlin always had the best furnishings; not surprising considering they were the Top Dogs of the school.

"Hey," he said, "Did you guys eat yet?"

"No, we're still waiting for Harry," Adrien replied, eyes drifting over to the fireplace where Harry Potter sat. The young man of barely 17 cut an imposing figure in his uniform, tailored to the perfection, the House of Merlin insignia sewn on to one breast pocket.

Francois has always found the current leader of their house a gorgeous specimen. Aristocratic features, luminous green eyes and an athletic figure, Harry James Potter turned heads wherever he went. The aura of power and intrigue that clung to him like a second skin added to his allure. He was sensual in a way many 17 years old weren't. He was confident but not arrogant; he was kind but cruel at the same time. One couldn't help but feel honored just to be in his presence, and his supposedly exploits as an infant has nothing to do with it.

"You're drooling again," Adrien remarked dryly.

Francois turned to him and glared.

"I don't know if your crush is cute or pathetic. He's not interested in you, you do know that right?"

"I'm well aware that our esteemed leader is not interested in me," Francois hissed, annoyed at Adrien's words despite their veracity. Although openly bisexual, Harry was so out of his league that it wasn't funny; mainly because Harry preferred the more demurred and submissive type and Francois was neither.

Almost as if to confirm his thoughts, Francois saw from the corner of his eye a young man with delicate features and a slight figure, make his way across the room towards where Harry was sitting.

"Hey, isn't that Andrei's little brother?"

Andrei Antov was another member of the House of Merlin; a sixth year with longish black hair and a natural talent for transfiguration. He was the heir of one of Bulgaria's oldest and wealthiest families. His little brother Alek was in fifth year and despite his stellar academic performance up to date, still hadn't managed to make it just yet.

"Yeah," Francois confirmed, "That's him. What's he-"

His words were cut off as Alek touched Harry on the shoulder before sliding gracefully on to the latter's lap.

"Oh Merlin," Adrien said. He sounded more shocked then anything else. "How long had this been going on?"

Francois gritted his teeth and resolutely looking away.

"It's none of business," Francois snapped, "You know the rule; what happens in the common room stays in the common room. We can bring our…lovers here if we are willing to vouch for them."

He pretended not to see the pitying look Adrien threw his way.

6 years…6 years has already passed since his first steps in to the world of magic. It was incredible how fast time flies when you are having fun.

Snorting to himself at his own sentimentality, Harry looked down to his notebook, where a list of names were written in elegant handwriting. They were the 20 students that had the potential of becoming members of the House of Merlin next year. It was Harry's job as the leader of the house to select 5 he particularly liked. It wasn't a pleasant job by any means but it was necessary.

Sighing, Harry fiddled absentmindedly with his pen as he thought.

A tap on his shoulder made him look up from his musings. Alek Antov stood beside him, his hair a little damp from the shower. He was still wearing his Quidditch uniform, the outfit snug in just the right places to outline his figure perfectly.

"Alek," Harry smiled.

"Good morning Harry," Alek replied, slipping in to his lap as if he belonged there. Harry allowed it, mostly because Alek was gorgeous and could submit to Harry in the most delicious way possible.

"I haven't seen you in a while," Harry snaked an arm around Alek's middle, keeping him in place. Alek let out a small sound of appreciation at that.

"I was busy unfortunately," he bit his lip, "Father needed my help."

Alek's father was the current Bulgarian minister of magic.

Harry's eyebrows arched in surprise.

"Really now," he said, "Anything I should know?"

It wasn't really a question, but an order. Alek knew it only too well.

"They've decided to host the Triwizard tournament this year at Hogwarts."

Harry hummed.

"Yes," he said, "I heard about that. Have they decided which schools would be allowed to participate?"

"It was supposed to be Beauxbatons, Hogwarts and Dumstrang, but Beauxbatons dropped out. They want Northolt Academy to take their place."

"Now, that wouldn't be fair, would it?" Harry smirked, his eyes showing how funny he found that particular prospect.

"No," Alek admitted, "It wouldn't. It wouldn't even be a competition. You know, they're probably ask you to compete if that's the case."

"Perhaps," Harry said, not confirming what everyone knew to be the truth. When it came to raw power, Harry really couldn't be beat. He was the school's reigning duel champion and would undoubtedly bring back the Triwizard trophy.

"You're being coy again," Alek whined, making the other man laugh a little.

"We'll see what happens."

"And talking about choices," Alek glanced down at the list Harry was holding in one hand, "Do you think I'll get a chance to make to Merlin next year?"

"You know that's confidential," he told the other teen.

Alek pouted, wiggling a little in Harry's lap, in guise of getting himself more comfortable. Harry growled lowly when he felt his own erect cock rub against Alek's ass and by the triumphant look Alek threw him, he knew what he was doing.

"You are a little devil," he told the boy.

Using sex as a tool to manipulate people was rather common at Northolt. In fact, they even had a class on it. Sex, like magic, could consume the mind if used correctly and Alek Antov knew just the right buttons to push.

"I do wish you would let yourself go," Alek purred, "You're always in control Harry, don't you get bored?"

"Minx," Harry said before pushing Alek off. As much as he wanted to pursue what they both would enjoy immensely, he had work to do. Besides, he was planning to see the Headmaster after lunch and a just-fucked look just won't cut it.

Alek took a few steps back before winking to someone over Harry's shoulder. Harry glanced over as well, just in time to see Francois grit his teeth and look down.

He sighed.

"Don't do that Alek," he said. Francois was one of this best friends and although the crush the boy had on him was a little inconvenient, he really didn't like it when other people mocked the boy for it.

Alek laughed.

"Sorry," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "Looks like I overstayed my welcome judging by his glare. I'm going to go now."

"Keep me posted on the tournament's front," Harry ordered.

"Yes master," Alek replied sweetly before disappearing out the door.

Hogwarts, Harry mused to himself once Alek was gone. How interesting…

This year was going to be fun…

TBC

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