Pairing/s: Harry Potter/ (unknown pairing, for now). No other pairings as of yet

Warnings: Alternate Universe, Original Characters, Slash, Manipulative!Dumbledore, Powerful!Dark!Political!Creature!Independent!Harry, and Vampire!Regulus.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Hedwig, Fred, and Snape would not have died and Neville would have played a huge played a bigger role all the books. So Harry Potter and most of the Characters in this story belongs to J.K. Rowling.

A/n- Theodore Nott, Cormac McLaggen, Blaise Zabini, Lavender Brown, Daphne Greengrass, and Lily Moon are some Hogwarts students that will be attending the Flame Academy. I choose characters that were in the book but only mentioned in the first four books minus Cormac and Lavender I just think that they are interesting (and the belong together).

Chapter One:

Harry groaned as he tried to find a more comfortable position to in which to sleep, he had bruises on every part of his body. The escape of the Brazilian boa constrictor earned Harry his longest and most painful-ever punishment two weeks in the cupboard without food and a daily beating from Dudley and his gang.

By the time he was allowed out of his cupboard again( without Dudley's gang) , the summer holidays had started and Dudley had already broken his new video camera, crashed his remote control airplane, and, first time out on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches. The summer holidays had started, upsetting Harry greatly school was the one place he liked because he could always hind there from Dudley and his gang. Most teachers really liked Harry because he was really quite and very intelligent.

There was a horrible smell in the kitchen that morning when Harry went in for breakfast. It seemed to be coming from a large metal tub in the sink. He went to have a look. The tub was full of what looked like dirty rags swimming in gray water.

"What's this." he asked Aunt Petunia. Her lips tightened as they always did if he dared to ask a question. He inwardly smirked.

"Your new school uniform," she said.

Harry looked in the bowl again.

"Oh," he said in a sarcastic tone, "I didn't realize it had to be so wet."

"Don't be stupid," snapped Aunt Petunia. "I'm dying some of Dudley's old things gray for you. It'll look just like everyone else's when I've finished."

Harry repressed a snort seriously doubted this, but thought it best not to argue. He sat down at the table and tried not to think about how he was going to look on his first day at Stonewall High – like he was wearing bits of old elephant skin, probably.

Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, both with wrinkled noses because of the smell from Harry's new uniform. Uncle Vernon opened his newspaper as usual and Dudley banged his Smelting stick, which he carried everywhere, on the table. They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat.

"Get the mail, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper.

"Make Harry get it."

"Get the mail, Harry."

"Make Dudley get it."

"Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley."

Harry dodged the Smelting stick and went to get the mail. Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, and – two letters for Harry.

Harry had gotten few letters most from his school but these letters were different they were addressed differently:

Mr. H. Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

The envelopes were both thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address on the first was written in emerald-green ink the other was written in crimson ink. There was no stamp on the first one with the green ink. Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal on one bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding the letter H, the other was similar a red wax seal bearing a Phoenix in flames. Harry chose to put the one with the Phoenix in his pocket.

"Hurry up, boy!" shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen. "What are you doing, checking for letter bombs?" He chuckled at his own joke. Harry went back to the kitchen, still staring at his letter. He handed Uncle Vernon the bill and the postcard, sat down, and slowly began to open the yellow envelope.

Uncle Vernon ripped open the bill, snorted in disgust, and flipped over the postcard.

"Marge's ill," he informed Aunt Petunia. "Ate a funny whelk. -."

"Dad!" said Dudley suddenly. "Dad, Harry's got something!"

Harry was on the point of unfolding his letter, which was written on the same heavy parchment as the envelope, when it was jerked sharply out of his hand by Uncle Vernon.

"That's mine!" said Harry, trying to snatch it back.

"Who'd be writing to you," sneered Uncle Vernon, shaking the letter open with one hand and glancing at it. His face went from red to green faster than a set of traffic lights. And it didn't stop there. Within seconds it was the grayish white of old porridge.

"P-P-Petunia!" he gasped.

Dudley tried to grab the letter to read it, but Uncle Vernon held it high out of his reach. Aunt Petunia took it curiously and read the first line. For a moment it looked as though she might faint. She clutched her throat and made a choking noise.

"Vernon! Oh my goodness - Vernon!"

They stared at each other, seeming to have forgotten that Harry and Dudley were still in the room. Dudley wasn't used to being ignored. He gave his father a sharp tap on the head with his Smelting stick.

"I want to read that letter," he said loudly.

"Get out, both of you," croaked Uncle Vernon, stuffing the letter back inside its envelope.

Harry didn't move.
"I WANT MY LETTER!" he shouted.

"OUT!" roared Uncle Vernon and he took both Harry and Dudley by the scruffs of their necks and threw them into the hall, slamming the kitchen door behind them. Harry remind himself that he had another letter just like it and quickly ran to his cupboard he heard Dudley lock the door as he sat on his lump mattress.

"You'll never know what's in that letter," Dudley sneered.

Harry huffed and rolled his eyes as he pulled out the other letter. Harry took no chances he ripped open the letter pulling out the parchment.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Phoenix Flame Academy of Advanced Magic one of the most exclusive Wizarding Schools in Europe. Term begins September 1. Inside you will find a letter with special set of instructions and a letter from the Headmistress on how you will be getting to our school.

Yours Sincerely,

Xaverius Spencer

Deputy Headmaster.

Harry's teeth grinded as he started to unfold the second piece of parchment and read;

Dear Mr. Potter,

It has come to our attention that you are unaware of your magical heritage and you status of fame. Knowing that you have a lot of questions, we have taken the liberty of including a portkey the will bring you here tomorrow morning at 10:28 am. When your questions have been answered to your satisfaction if you wish to accept our offer of education then all you'll need to do is to tell us.

Juliette Jade

Headmistress

Harry looked over the letter three times before reaching into the envelope pulling out a silver chain with an identification tags on it. On the front was a Phoenix and on the back it had information about Harry.

Harry J. Potter

Wizard/Unknown Creature

July 31, 1981

'This has got to be bull,' was Harry's first thought. But then realization hit all the strange things that happen, talking to that snake, and the Dursley's hatred and fear of him. 'I'm a wizard.'

Being that he had no idea of what a portkey was he quickly put the chain on and hind the letters under the bed.

That evening when he got back from work, Uncle Vernon did something he'd never done before; he visited Harry in his cupboard. Harry watched him try to fit his lager body in but ended up just poking his head in.

He took a few deep breaths and then forced his face into a smile, which looked quite painful.

"Er – yes, Harry – about this cupboard. Your aunt and I have been thinking… you're really getting a bit big for it… we think it might be nice if you moved into Dudley's second bedroom."

"Why?" Harry asked. He didn't care tomorrow he would be gone far away from here he hoped.

"Don't ask questions!" snapped his uncle. "Take this stuff upstairs, now." The Dursleys' house had four bedrooms: one for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, one for visitors (usually Uncle Vernon's sister, Marge), one where Dudley slept, and one where Dudley kept all the toys and things that wouldn't fit into his first bedroom.

It only took Harry one trip upstairs to move everything he owned from the cupboard to this room. He sat down on the bed and stared around him. Nearly everything in here was broken. The month-old video camera was lying on top of a small, working tank Dudley had once driven over the next door neighbor's dog; in the corner was Dudley's first-ever television set, which he'd put his foot through when his favorite program had been canceled; there was a large birdcage, which had once held a parrot that Dudley had swapped at school for a real air rifle, which was up on a shelf with the end all bent because Dudley had sat on it. Other shelves were full of books. They were the only things in the room that looked as though they'd never been touched. Of course Harry had read a few on the rare occasions when they would leave him home alone for an hour or two. He simply grabbed one of them and laid in his new bed.

The Next morning at breakfast, everyone was rather quiet. Dudley was in shock. He'd screamed, whacked his father with his Smelting stick, been sick on purpose, kicked his mother, and thrown his tortoise through the greenhouse roof, and he still didn't have his room back. Harry noted the time on the clock as he ate his breakfast it was only 10:16.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia kept looking at each other darkly. When the mail arrived, Uncle Vernon, who seemed to be trying to be nice to Harry, made Dudley go and get it.

They heard him banging things with his Smelting stick all the way down the hall. Then he shouted, "There's another one! 'Mr. H. Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive -'"

With a strangled cry, Uncle Vernon leapt from his seat and ran down the hall, Harry however stayed in his seat staring longingly at the clock. He heard Uncle Vernon wrestle Dudley to the ground yelling about the letter. Harry watch the clock hit 10:28 and was overcome by the feeling of having a hook somewhere behind his navel put him into a whirling wind. Harry wonder for a second if the was how fish felt until he suddenly came to a crash on a cold marble floor.

"Hello Mr. Potter. Welcome to the Phoenix Flame Academy," a soft voice spoke as a hand gently helped the small boy up. Harry eyes were hidden beneath bangs of raven black flew up to the woman. She was beautiful. She was tall around 5'11. She had long hair of silvery blonde, deep blue eyes, very white, even teeth.

"Hello, are you Headmistress Juliette Jade?" Harry asked composing himself.

"No, I'm the charms Professor Athalia Lestrange nee Vesper. Follow me the Headmistress is waiting," Athalia smiled leading the boy down the Entrance Hall. Harry took in all in as they stood in a long, long corridor, the walls were made of stone and there were a few stones visible between more pictures on the walls. Pictures that moved as well and Harry heard one of the people taking. There were a few windows, scattered around, and they were all sort of barred and those bars threw shadows in the corridor which looked immensely interesting and beautiful. Lovely patterns on the stony floor as well. Athalia lead Harry to want looked like a sphinx.

"I am a father's child and I am a mother's child, but no one's son, who am I?" the sphinx spoke.

"Harry do you know the answer," Athalia asked smiling sweetly at the boy. Harry paused to think then nodded.

"You are someone's daughter," Harry said timidly. The Sphinx leaped to the side and revealed a golden door that lead to the Headmistress's Office. The Office was brightly-lit will dark blue walls that contrasted perfectly with the sunlight. There was a large desk behind it sat a tall, black-haired witch, her hair pulled back into a bun, and she looks in her mid-sixties.

"Ah Mr. Potter, please sit. That will be all Athalia," The Headmistress smiled. Harry took a seat across from the Headmistress as he watched Athalia leave.

"Now Harry, what is your first question?"

"I received another letter like yours. I couldn't read it because my uncle took it away. It had a crest with a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding the letter H. Do you know what that is?"

"Ah, yes that was your Hogwarts letter. Hogwarts is another Wizarding School like this one. I believe both of your parents went there. Although we considered letting your mother attend here. She had very strong accidental magic for a Muggle-born."

"What's a Muggle-born?"

"A Muggle-born is a witch or wizard who is born to two non-magical parents and a Muggles is someone incapable of magic."

"So my mother was a Muggle-born and my Father?"

"Oh your father was from a long line of wizards. The Potters are of the most powerful Pure-blood families in England. Many of them went to Hogwarts however your grandmother Dorea did her schooling here."

"Okay. In the letter it said that I was unaware my status of fame. What would I be famous for?"

"Harry it saddens me that one had told you how your parents died I must say Dumbledore did not do a very good job. Your mother and father were killed by a wizard named Lord Voldemort. They were both warriors for the light and Voldemort was the leader of the Dark. I don't know why he decided to go after you and your family but he did. He killed your parents, Harry. But, then, he went to kill you, casting the killing curse straight at you. It reflected straight back at him, you survived with nothing but that scar and banished Voldemort, making you incredibly very famous, and you are known as The Boy Who Lived, savior of our world. Not only because you banished the Dark Lord but because you survived the killing curse," she finished.

Harry was shocked and speechless for a moment, before saying "But why? Surely some else has survived the killing curse."

"The killing curse has always killed the person or people it's been cast at, you're the only exception. It's why our world regards you so highly," she told him.

"Why should attend this and not Hogwarts? You said it yourself both my parents went to went to Hogwarts the surely would have want me to go to Hogwarts."

"I have no doubt about that. But I don't believe Hogwarts would not be safe for you. You see Hogwarts was the Wizarding School Voldemort attendant when he was your age. If Voldemort was to return he would be able to enter Hogwarts. It is well know that Hogwarts has many secret passage ways in and out of the school. The Flame Academy is under ancient wards; they would be nearly impossible to break. There are also more classes we offer here then at Hogwarts."

"Okay. Do you know who left me with my aunt and uncle?"

"I believe that was Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"Then I'd love to come to that Phoenix Flame Academy."

"I found someone that will happily take you in if you wish not to go back to your relatives."

"I would like that very much."

"The person you will be going to is the Lucinda Scamander. She is a Flame Academy alumni. She lives in Romania near a Dragon Sanctuary. Her brother Rolf will be joining you her at the Phoenix Flame Academy."

As if on cue there was a roar from the fire place and a burst of emerald flames that reveled another beautiful woman. She was tall and had dirty blonde straight hair that fell pass her shoulders, pale skin, and hazel-green eyes.

"Harry, this is Lucinda Scamander."

Original characters:

Athalia Lestrange nee Vesper- Charms Professor, half-veela, and wife of Rabastan Lestrange. (She hates Bellatrix Lestrange)

Lucinda Scamander- Older sister of Rolf Scamander, Dragonologist, girlfriend of Charile Weasley.

Elijah Lestrange- The only child of Rabastan and Athalia, he is three years older then harry.

CassiopeiaLestrange- The only child of Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange, she is two yearsyounger then Harry, and hates her mother with at burning passion. (She was born in Azkaban)

Dahlia Snape née Crouch- Severus Snape's wife (you will be seeing alot of Dahlia/Severus oneshots), Defense Professor, part-time medwitch.

Eileen Snape- Severus and Dahlia's youngest daughter (She has a sister Serenity but you won't see a lot of her), Harry's soon to be best friend.

This is my first fanfiction.

Please Review,I'd really like some Constructive Criticism.