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Summary: Lily and James didn't die but instead fawn all over Jason Potter, twin brother of Harry and supposed Boy-Who-Lived. But things go too far when James abuses Harry so Sirius takes Harry away. What will happen when instead of Hogwarts, Harry goes to a different magic school?

Lord Voldemort stood over the baby crib that held two black haired twin boys. One had hazel eyes and the other had green. They were Jason and Harry Potter.

Lily Potter was on the other side of the room, unconscious from being smashed against the wall. James Potter was lying in a mangled heap downstairs, having passed out after being for six full minutes under the Cruciatous Curse.

Voldemort knew which baby he had to kill, which baby was the prophesised one. The younger of the two, the baby boy with the emerald green eyes.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green curse shot towards the emerald eyed baby and contacted with his forehead, but then to Voldemort's surprise it flew back to him. Voldemort gave a horrible scream as the curse hit him and he exploded into black ash.

Blood was slowly leaking down Harry's face from the wound on his forehead. The exhaustion from the curse and blood loss got to the one year old and Harry collapsed on the soft pillows of the crib.

When Lily and James awoke, Harry slept peacefully. When Dumbledore came to the Potter house, Harry was still asleep. Even when Jason Potter was named the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry slept on.

"Boy!" shouted James as he thundered up the stairs and into the West Wing of the Potter Manor, where nobody except the house elves and his other son, Harry, slept in. You could hear Lily getting her precious Jason ready for his birthday party. The twins turned five today.

James came in Harry's room. Harry's room resembled dungeon more than a bedroom. The cold gray stones that made up the walls were damp and a coldness hung in the room. A mattress served as the bed but apart from that there was nothing else in the room.

Harry Potter lay on his mattress under a thin blanket, clutching a stuffed animal in the shape of a stag. The boy was shivering violently, his eyes unfocused from behind his glasses and his black messy hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.

James frowned. The boy had been like that for nearly a week and he was waiting for when the boy died from the high fever he had.

"You are not to come downstairs," said James clearly and Harry's unfocused eyes settled on him. "You are to stay here and not make a sound. Nobody wants you at the party," he added cruelly.

"Do you understand?" growled James. Harry whimpered but didn't say anything. James viciously kicked the young boy in the ribs and heard a satisfying crack. Harry gagged and chocked then coughed up blood next to the mattress. Then he boy cleared his voice.

"Y-yes sir," whispered Harry, his voice raspy and croaky.

James left without a glance back at the boy.

Harry curled up into a ball and shivered. His throat and head ached but now also his chest, where he was sure James had snapped at least two ribs.

Sometime during the party Harry heard somebody coming down the hall. Harry's unfocused eyes flashed in fright and he curled himself into an even smaller ball.

"Now where did Lily say the kitchen was?"

Harry heard a man grumble.

"Maybe it's here," said the voice and to Harry's horror, the doorknob of his door began to turn and the door opened. In the doorway was a man about the same age as James and Lily, around 25 years old. He was very handsome, with a boyish face and black hair that fell elegantly around his shoulders and gray blue eyes that gave him a mysterious aura.

The man looked around the room, not yet spotting Harry.

"Definitely not the kitchen," breathed the man. "Maybe they keep Snivellus locked up here whenever he comes to visit." The man chuckled but then his eyes fell on the shivering heap on the mattress, two frightfully scared emerald eyes staring at him.

"Hello," said the man cautiously. He knelt next to the mattress and stared comfortingly at the boy. "I'm Sirius. What's your name?"

The boy cleared his throat and croaked, "Harry Potter, sir."

Sirius's warm smile froze and his eyes flared up in anger. Harry saw this and whimpered. "D-don't hurt me p-please," stuttered Harry.

"Why would I hurt you?" said Sirius softly. He pressed his hand against the young boy's forehead and recoiled. The boy was burning up with a huge fever. Then Sirius saw the little puddle of blood next to the mattress. "What happened?" Sirius frowned.

"D-daddy kicked me and the b-blood came out of m-my mouth," whispered Harry. Sirius could see that Harry was almost unconscious, though he didn't know if it was from the fever or the obvious fact that Harry hadn't eaten in days.

Sirius took out his wand and transfigured the ratty rag Harry had into a thick, warm blanket. Then, wrapping the blanket around the shivering boy, picked up him up. He was striding down the hall of the West wing when he heard a female voice.

"Sirius?" the voice called out.

"Here Annelise," said Sirius and a beautiful woman in a long blue dress ran up to him. She was younger, around 23 or 22 and had long dark brown hair with twinkling blue eyes. This was Annelise Black, wife of Sirius. She gasped as soon as she saw Harry.

"Sirius? What…who…" Annelise was at loss for words. Sirius explained everything to Annelise. By the time he was done, Annelise had fire in her eyes.

"How could James…my own brother... oh Sirius," spluttered Annelise.

"Do you think you could heal him?" asked Sirius softly. Annelise took Harry into her arms and cradled him against her chest, looking down at Harry with a tender expression. She looked back at Sirius and nodded.

After a fleeting kiss to Sirius, Annelise apparated away with a sharp crack.

Sirius then stormed down the stairs and into the grand room where Jason's birthday was being celebrated. James ran up to Sirius with Lily and Jason in tow.

"Padfoot, mate, where were you?" laughed James, grinning widely. Sirius was disgusted by James.

"Firstly, Mr. Potter," said Sirius coolly. "I' am no longer your mate. Secondly, I want you to stay away from me. Forever."

And with that Sirius apparated away from the Potter Manor, leaving a stunned and hurt James.

The years passed by for Harry and he grew up being happy with Annelise, Sirius and their children, Ray and Nellie.

But this year was different for Harry. He knew that this was the summer he would get a letter from Hogwarts. What annoyed him to no end was that he didn't know when.

So August 3 found Harry in the ocean, splashing away with Ray and Nellie, who were twins and both ten years old, a whole year younger than Harry.

The Black Cottage wasn't so much of a cottage as it was a mansion but that was it's name. It stood on a cliff that overlooked the ocean and built into the cliff were stairs which led down to the private beach the Black's owned.

"Harry," came Annelise's voice from the house, slightly confused. "There's a letter here for you."

Harry looked at Nellie and Ray and they all raced back up the cliff. At the top was Annelise in a blue summer dress, holding a letter in her hand.

Harry took it and peered at the address

Mister Harry Potter

Black Cottage

It was written in black ink and the parchment was yellowing. Harry opened it and read the letter out loud to everybody.

"Dear Mister Harry Potter,

Looking at your magical powers and knowledge, we have selected you to join us at Camelot Academy for the next seven years to teach you to the extent of your magic and knowledge. We await your owl to confirm this. Term starts on September 6 and will end on June 6. Instructions on how to get on to the Camelot Platform and your booklist are on separate parchments in the envelope.

Hoping to see you soon,

Cecilia Merlin

Headmistress of Camelot Academy

"Wait," Harry was at lost for words. "What about Hogwarts?"

"I think," said Annelise gently. "That the best thing for you would be to go to the Camelot Academy."

Just then they heard a pop, signalling that Sirius had returned from work. Sirius was an auror at the Ministry but Annelise was a Healer, a midwife to be exact.

"Hello hun," said Sirius happily as he kissed Annelise. He rubbed Harry's and Ray's head and dropped a kiss on the top of Nellie's head.

"What's going on?" he asked when he noticed them all wearing slightly confused expressions and were all gathered around a piece of parchment.

Annelise handed Sirius the parchment and he scanned it quickly. His mouth dropped in shock.

"But," spluttered Sirius. "Wasn't the Camelot Academy only a myth?" When Annelise shook her head, Sirius thought hard. Well, it might actually be a good idea that Harry didn't go to Hogwarts. Obviously because Jason would be there and because Harry looked like carbon copy of James. He would be recognized immediately.

"Okay," finally said Sirius. "I think you should go to the Camelot Academy. It would be great for you. The only thing is that you have to go by the name Harry Black."

Harry beamed at Sirius and the Black family was soon planning for the upcoming trip to Diagon Alley. And of course, Sirius and Harry were completely psyched when they learned that the Camelot Academy let first years play Quidditch, opposed to Hogwarts's rule that no first year was even allowed to bring a broom to school.

A month passed quickly enough and soon the Sirius, Annelise and Harry were making their way to the Merlin platform. Nellie and Ray, much to their protests, had been left in the care of their house elf, Gabby.

They walked down Diagon Alley, were it was empty of children from the ages 11 to 17, due to the fact that the Hogwarts term had started five days ago. They stopped at an alley that branched off from Diagon Alley. Looking at the sign, they saw it was Arthurian Alley. Walking quickly down the alley they found what they were looking for: Fiona's Exquisite Boutique.

It was a run down shop that was obviously closed. But Sirius opened the door and held it open for Annelise and Harry. On the other side of the other it was a complete change. It was country land for as far as the eye could see and Harry wished he knew how they were able to have a portal that went all the way from England to here, Ireland.

There was a black train in front of them, decorated with blue. On the side Harry could see the words The Merlin Order printed in blue on the side of the train.

A whistle was heard and Harry was quickly kissed on the cheek by Annelise and was given a manly hug from Sirius. Saying bye one more time, Harry ran up to the train. A boy with tanned skin, curly brown hair and aquamarine eyes was trying to get his trunk up to the train in vain.

Harry doubted he himself could get his own trunk on the train without help.

"If I help you, will you help me?" asked Harry and the tanned boy nodded gratefully. Struggling only slightly, they managed to heave their trunks onto the train before they dragged them into an empty compartment where they both sat down with huff.

The compartment seats were blue and the walls were painted silver. There was a large window that looked out of the train and the door that led to the train corridor had no window so you couldn't see anybody walking by.

"I'm Blaise Zabini," said the tanned boy, extending his hand to shake Harry's hand.

"Harry Black," replied Harry with a grin.

They passed an hour talking about things and were in the middle of a heated Quidditch debate when the door was slammed open and slammed shut again. There stood an eleven year old girl. She had jet black straight hair that was cut just above her chest and it had electric blue streaks in it. Her eyes were the exact same shade of blue as her streaks.

"I don't know who you are and at the moment I don't really care," hissed the girl quickly and quietly. "But I need you to hide me in the next five seconds."

They stared at her for a moment before Harry opened his trunk and threw a silvery cloak at her.

"Invisibility cloak," he whispered and she threw it on.

"Well Harry," said Blaise a bit louder than normal. "I think that the Chudley Cannons have about as much chance of winning the Quidditch League as I have of becoming Minister of Magic."

"Well I agree on that but you have to admit that the Tornadoes aren't going anywhere either," said Harry.

But their conversation was stopped as the compartment door was opened again. This time there was a tall boy with pale blond hair and steel gray eyes. He was handsome, no denying it, though he looked to be only 12 or 13. Flanking him was a short rat looking boy and on his other side was a Native American boy with an intelligent look about him.

"Where is she?" demanded the blond boy.

"Alexander Malfoy," said Blaise coolly.

"Blaise Zabini," said Alexander, just as coldly.

"Where is the girl with blue streaks in her hair?" demanded Alexander again. Blaise and Harry acted out sharing a confused glance.

"What?" asked Harry. The boy stamped his foot in anger.

"If you see her tell her I'm not through with her," he said and he left with his…goons.

The girl took off the invisibility cloak and fell on the seat next to Harry, breathing hard.

"What did you do to get Alex Malfoy so mad?" asked Blaise, looking at her.

"Back talked to him," she said. "And embarrassed him in front of all his friends."

"Well I'm Blaise Zabini," Blaise said. "And that's Harry Black."

"Skye Pendragon," the girl introduced herself.

"Oh and by the way," Skye added. "The Holyhead Harpies are totally going to win the Quidditch League."

That started another round of heated arguments about Quidditch.

"There are four Quidditch teams at Camelot," said Skye thoughtfully, chewing on one black painted fingernail. Blaise nodded.

"Yeah I heard there were the Knights, the Banshees, the Werewolves and the Mafia."

"The Mafia?" asked Harry. Blaise nodded wryly.

"Malfoy is the Keeper on that team."

"Hmm," said Skye. "I think I'll try out for Chaser on the Banshees."

The Banshees was an only girl team.

"I dunno if I'm trying out or not," said Blaise. "Bit if I do, I'll try out for Beater on either the Knights or the Werewolves." Harry nodded.

"Same, though I think I'll try out for Seeker," Harry said. Suddenly, Skye frowned.

"Did you hear that?" she said. Blaise and Harry strained their ears but they couldn't hear anything.

"It sounds like crying," Skye said and she opened the compartment door and looked down the corridor. Then she disappeared down the corridor and came back five seconds later with a girl in tow.

The girl had wavy pale blond hair that went down mid back (A/N Imagine Eowyn from Lord of the Rings) and her skin was pale though her eyes were a bright orange color.

"This is Rosie Malfoy," announced Skye, then she sat back down next to Harry and motioned for Rosie to sit next to Blaise.

In the next five hours it took to get to Camelot Academy they all got to know each other. Rosie was the twin sister of Draco Malfoy, who was attending Hogwarts, and younger sister of Alex.

At first she was shy but the more time she spent with them the more she opened up.

Blaise was Italian but he had lived his entire life in England except for the summers, which he spent in Italy with his extended family. This was his first time in Ireland.

Skye was an only child except for a little brother. She was also half Irish so it wasn't the first time she'd been to Ireland. But after that she clammed up, refusing to talk about her parents or any other family member. Harry thought it strange but let it pass.

When they finally got to Camelot they were hungry and ready to fall asleep. The train stopped right in front of the school gates. They got their trunks, animals and broomsticks and left the train. There weren't that many students, only eight per year.

The uniform consisted, for boys, of plain black pants and a white blouse plus a silver and blue striped tie. Over that were plain black wizard robes. The girls wore black skirts and white blouses with the same tie, black wizard robes and black tights or socks. Harry highly suspected that Skye was the only girl wearing blue high top converse.

The first glance at Camelot was overwhelming. It had huge stone walls that surrounded the area and a large bridge had been built over a chasm to the gates, the chasm probably having once been a moat. They walked over the bridge and through the gate and almost all the first years gasped.

They were standing a large stone courtyard and surrounding them were stone buildings. But what drew almost everybody's attention was the building in front of them. It was a large castle and it seemed like the older students were leading the younger ones to the castle.

They entered the castle and walked down a couple of corridors until they reached a huge room.

There were seven tables laden with food and the older students all seemed to know to which table they had to sit at.

After a few minutes all of the older students had sat down, though the first years hadn't budged from where they stood at the entrance. Rosie was the first to notice that there was only one table left and it seemed that the seating was based on age.

Harry, Blaise, Skye and Rosie all sat down at the remaining table and after a few moments the four other first years also sat down. There were two girls and two boys who made up the other four first years.

One of the girls was Asian and she was looking at everybody in distaste though Harry saw her eyes light up appreciatively when she looked at Harry and Blaise. The other girl had honey blond hair with brown eyes. From what Harry gathered, the Asian girl was Jessica Chang and the blond one was Lavender Brown.

The first boy had light brown wavy hair and stormy eyes. His name was Theodore Nott and the other one, a dark skinned boy, was Dean Thomas.

The four pretty much ignored the other four. Harry saw that none of the older students had started to eat and pointed it out to his friends. Skye rolled her eyes, made sure nobody was looking, and popped a grape in her mouth from the fruit bowl.

Blaise, Rosie and Harry laughed and she stuck her tongue out at them. Just then all of the students stood up and Harry scrambled to stand up as well.

Out of a side door in the room trooped in around 20 adults, which Harry guessed were the professors.

The last was a woman with steel gray hair that had white hairs in it. She had a soft face and smile wrinkles decorated the side of her mouth and eyes. Her eyes were a soft shade of green, like looking at a forest in the middle of spring.

"Welcome," the woman said, standing in the middle of the room while her colleagues sat at the last table, which was much larger than the students' tables.

All of the students were focused on her. "I' am Cecilia Merlin, the Headmistress, as the students returning back to us this year know."

Some nods met this statement.

"Now for announcements: Professor Basil has retired to live out the rest of his years in South America so I'm pleased to present our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lupin."

A man with sandy brown hair and amber eyes stood up as the students clapped, most looking rather eager that the old DADA professor had finally left. Harry looked at the man curiously. There was something about him that Harry couldn't quite put his finger on…almost like he had already seen this man once.

"Also, Willow Chase, captain of the Banshees, would like me to remind the students that she is in need for a new Seeker and Chaser. Terry Vincent, captain of the Knights, would also like to say that the positions for Beaters, Seeker and Keeper are open. That is all."

Professor Merlin sat down and the students immediately dug into their food. Harry saw Skye avoid the platter of roast beef as she reached for the salad.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry as he motioned to the plate of meat. "Don't you like beef?"

"I' am a vegetarian," she replied as she selected a shiny green apple from the fruit bowl in the middle of the table, along with two strawberries. Blaise started chocking on the bite of food in his mouth and Rosie thumped him on the back.

"How do you live?" he asked.

"Easily," she replied amusedly.

When they finished eating seventh year students were passing out papers. A seventh year boy stopped in front of them.

"Theodore Nott and Dean Thomas?" he asked and they raised their hands. He handed them a paper. They read it and left, asking a sixth year on the way for correct directions.

"Harry Black and Blaise Zabini," the seventh year said, addressing Blaise and Harry. He gave them a paper and they read it. It was a list of the rules and their dorm room that they shared. On a separate sheet was the school schedule.

Harry and Blaise waited until Skye and Rosie had received their papers before they left. They went back outside to the courtyard and made a left towards one of the stone buildings. Entering, they bid goodbye as Skye and Rosie went down the hall towards their room and Blaise and Harry went into their room. Blaise whistled as they walked in.

They were standing in a room that had a fireplace and two couches around the fire. Bookcases lined the walls and two desks were on the left of the room. Two doors were in front of them, one with a silver plaque reading Harry Black and the other door with a plaque reading Blaise Zabini.

"Wow," breathed Harry.

"You said it mate," said Blaise.

Saying goodnight, Harry entered his room. There was a green double bed with a green canopy. The walls were painted to match a forest scene and Harry learned that he felt completely calm in the room. Taking off his uniform and slipping into his pyjamas, Harry fell asleep almost instantly.

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