Hey, I hope that the author does not mind, but I took this story as they abandoned it part way through. There are eleven chapters of the authors own, with a bit of editing from me, and the rest shall be mine. The author is Tostie

I do not own Harry Potter. Wouldn't that be something, though.

Prologue

Italy, 1991

"Stupefy," a boy with emerald green eyes and short, spiky, neon colored spiky hair exclaimed. A bright red beam of light shot out from the end of the wand he was holding in his left hand. The beam shot across the room, missing the intended target by several feet. "Merda," the boy cursed, preparing to shoot again.

"Still trying to cast with your non-dominate hand?" An amused voice asked from behind him.

The boy turned around slowly, and saw one of his best mates standing behind him. "Hey, Amy," he said before turning back to his target.

"Stupefy!" he said again. The red beam of light missed again, but was definitely closer to the target this time, which made the boy smile. "See? I will get there. And, what do you mean again? I just started in this past week!" he turned away from her, muttering, "And I am not going to lose a duel again just because I've broken my wand arm."

Behind him, Amy shook her head; her friend could be a bit competitive at times. "Harry," she said to get the others attention. The alleged 'Harry' fired the spell again, just missing the target by inches, before turning back to the blond. "Your father wishes to speak with you, Bella and I, in his office."

Harry quirked an eyebrow at this. As far as he knew, his father had no reason to speak with all three of them at the same time. "Do you know what it is about?"

Amy shrugged, "I don't know. But your father didn't seem angry when he asked me to fetch you and Bella, so I doubt we are in trouble."

"Lets go and find Bella, then see what father wants," Harry said as he put his wand in the holster strapped around his wrist.

"To the library, then?" Amy suggested.

Harry answered with a roll of his eyes. "Where else?" Amy could only agree with that statement. If anyone was looking for her best friend, that would always be the place to start. When they arrived at the library, they moved over to the long table that was in the middle of the room. Sitting in one of the chairs by the table was the girl they were looking for.

The girl in question had shoulder length, straight black hair, and sparkling gray eyes, which had tints of red in them, should you look close enough. And, despite being the same age as the other two in the room, she was a whole head shorter than Harry, the second shortest. And if it wasn't for her developing certain 'assets', then she would surely be mistaken as twelve, instead of the fourteen she really was.

"Hey, Bella," Harry greeted. "Father wants to speak to the three of us. I am unsure of why, though." The girl looked a bit irritated at hearing this, and gave a longing glance to the book she was reading. She picked the book up, and placed it onto the shelf she had acquired it from, following Amy and Harry from the room with a sigh.

Twenty minutes later found the trio in an office, facing a desk with a man who looked to be in his mid-thirties standing behind it. All three fourteen year old's were giving the man varying looks of disbelief.

"You want us to do what?" Harry asked with a twinge of astonishment in his voice when he found his voice.

The man sighed. He had, in all honesty, been expecting that reaction. "I want you three to go to Hogwarts next year."

"You want the three of us to go to that school. Under that man. As his students?"

The man sighed again. "I never said that," he replied.

"Then...?" Harry questioned, wondering how else they would all go there, if not as students.

"One of you will be attending as a student," he started, turning to look at Harry. "The other two, if they will, will go as his...Pets. Or familiars, as would be more proper in this case." And it would work, too, as they could already speak to each other telepathically.

"But...but...you know who is there. You know, and yet you want me to...to..." Harry waved his hand vaguely, at a loss for words. Bella put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a look that told him to calm down. She wasn't very fond of the idea of going to Britain either, but the least they could do was listen.

Seeing that Bella had managed to calm Harry down, Amy asked the questions she had been itching to ask since they had been told they were to go to Hogwarts. "Why do you want us to go to Hogwarts? Didn't you tell us that you didn't trust the headmaster of the school after the...you know, incident?" After mentioning the incident, she quickly looked at the boy in concern to see how he would react, but saw that he was using his Occlumency training to void his face of emotion.

The man sighed at seeing the blank look on his adopted sons face.His wife had taught all three of them of the mind arts, and sometimes he was unsure of whether or not he liked that they knew of it. He thought emotions should be felt, not dismissed. After a small moment of hesitation, the man began explaining, "Things are stirring again in Britain. It has been nearly a decade since the Dark Lord Voldemort has been defeated, and I have been receiving a shocking amount of reports concerning corruption in the Ministry. All ranging from bribery, to trickery, and so forth. The reports seem to indicate that something big with the Pure-Bloods is happening, and will happen in time, yet I know not of what it may be. Especially since their main leader is gone, and a large population of theirs have found themselves in Azkaban, including their Second-In-Command."

"Could the Death Eaters have joined Malevolent?" Amy questioned.

The man looked thoughtful for a moment, before replying, "Maybe...but I honestly doubt it. Their goals, while somewhat similar, are too different for them to work together."

"So...why do you want us to go to Hogwarts?" Bella asked after a moment of thoughtful contemplation. "I doubt we can find information on Death Eaters there, unless they are dumb enough to tell their children."

"A month ago, Dumbledore contacted me and said that the stone is in great danger, and that he could also offer the best possible protection for it. Now, as you know, their have been many possible attempts at taking the stone, and the protection for it has always been unbreakable. Dumbledore knows this, and yet, he boldly claims he can protect it better. You can say many things about that man, but he isn't dumb. Something's going on, and I want you to find out what."

"So that is why you want us at Hogwarts?" the blond asked.

The man nodded, "I will give him the real stone. But, Harry, I will give you a fake one, which you will hold onto, and that is the only stone that anyone can take. Okay? And, I want you to find out who is after the stone. And I want you to see exactly how strong these defences that he uses are."

"Can't you just check yourself? Why send a bunch of kids? It doesn't really make sense."

"Because I have other things that I need to be doing, Harry, and because I trust you. All of you."

"Wait! But...what about schooling for us?" Bella asked, looking quite frantic.

The man looked at the two girls for a moment before replying with a sigh, "the same way that my son will be doing his extra course work. By owl, of course. And I wouldn't lie about doing the practical part if I were you, I bet the Sensei would know." The kids nodded to that; he definitely would, one way or another. "Now, will you accept my mission?"

The boy looked conflicted for a moment. In front of him sat his father, in all but blood, asking him to do this task, because he trusted man whom had saved him from a life of misery, and who had taught him a hefty portion of what he knew. He knew that he could hardly refuse, after all the man had done for him. He was versatile enough for this little task; it shouldn't be too hard.

"I'll do it," he said in a small, shaky voice. "I'll do it," he said again, though stronger this time. He looked up then, catching his fathers eye, and nodding slightly to the concerned man. "I'll be fine, father. I will have my two most trusted side-kicks with me, should I get into a sticky shot." Amy and Bella gave mock indignant cries of outrage and denial, before breaking down in slight laughter.

"I can't really deny it," Amy said between fits of laughter. "He is amazingly incredible with his magic and using resources." she gave him one of her joking cheek kisses as she turned back to the man.

"Great, so you two accept as well, then?"

Amy snorted at him and rolled her eyes. "Like we'd allow him to go alone."

"Okay, but you will have to promise to keep up on all your homework, your dueling, and your flying. Especially you, Harry, as you will have more work than the rest."At their nod, he dismissed them.