A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic, so please be supportive and/or bear with me. In any case, the story starts around Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. With the advent of one or a small few of new characters, there will be new spells. I am also presuming that there are some wizards who learn magic outside of an academy and that there are other...types of magic, if you will. Also, I am presuming that there are other focuses besides wands: rods, staffs, and other things containing a focusing core (like a wand core).

Key:

"Thinking"

"Speaking"

Spell

Prologue

July 1980, Ireland

Smiling to himself, a young man crept into the lightly lit, large bedroom towards a white antique crib next to the oak king-sized bed near the dresser. Gray light peeked through caerulean curtains on the far side of the room, the walls of which were a soothing rainbow of sunset shades. Cozy and warm from the gas heater, the quiet room seemed so peaceful and inviting at the early hours of dawn. Ruffling of sheets as an infant squirmed in the crib, somehow hearing the light steps of the man as he approached.

Delicate and graceful, tanned hands eased the babe from its crib in a loving embrace. A content cute, high-pitched sigh and it stopped squirming, opening both its emerald and its amber eye, which when combined with the cheek-length golden-blonde hair made the seventh month old look older. The young man smiled at the infant, placing a tender kiss on its forehead after it squeezed his finger with strength.

"I can't believe how fast you 're growing, son. Already you can walk some and look twice your age and already I can tell you'll grow into a smart handsome man, what with both my looks and your mother's." He thought with a smile, tucking a loose lock of his own blonde hair behind his ear as he tucked his son back into bed with a whispered "Love you, see you later." Emerald eyes turned to the right, falling upon the beautiful young woman laying in bed, just twenty years old-his age. "I never would've dreamed that I would marry and have a child with the love of my life just two years after we both graduated from Hogwarts. Thank you, Fate or whatever divine being for giving me good fortune in life, love, and magic." Upon finishing the thought, he sat gently on the bed, admiring the sleeping beauty.

Angelic and peaceful, her beautiful oval-heart-shaped face, smooth and soft without a blemish, while long wavy locks of brown maple hair cascaded around her. With the back of his hand, the twenty year old stroked her cheek gently with affection. Placing a kiss on her cheek, another strand of hair came loose from his ponytail, tickling her awake.

"Morning, Achilles," she whispered contentedly, eyes closed as she rolled next to the warmth and safety of her husband's body. "What are you doing up so early?"

"Sorry for waking you, just wanted to say good morning, Freya. You look beautiful, love," Achilles said, stealing a kiss from her soft rose lips, "I got a call from work, though. It's urgent, they said, so I'll probably get back around ten in the morning." He grimaced upon saying those words.

"Curious. I wonder what would warrant his camouflage jacket and pants, casting gloves, and wand," Freya thought, opening her eyes and taking in the welcome sight of Achilles. She loved her handsome husband and always felt safe around him, especially with several wizard enemies in pursuit. "Alright, but promise to be safe and don't play hero. You have a family now, so be responsible," Freya replied with a white smile.

"Of course. You don't need to worry, love, I won't do anything stupid. And you already my magical power," Achilles chuckled, promising to come back unscathed. Looking deep into Freya's amber eyes, dread and anxiety burst violently. Foreboding premonitions of pain and death pounced from the shadows of the mind. Almost as soon as they appeared, however, the thoughts retreated without a trace, only leaving a barely detectable inkling of doubt of safety.

Kissing his most precious person once more, Achilles bid a farewell and walked out the room silently, closing the large, cool red oak door. After straightening and brushing off the black and grey polyester track-jacket, combat boots, and black jeans, he walked a couple dozen paces down the hall and reached up to open the secret door to the roof. Palms on the panel he muttered a few words and released a wave of magic energy. Vermilion light snaked around the square panel's perimeter, coming loose with a pop and sliding to the side to reveal the roof, light gray light shining through it.

A slight chill from the cool air slid across Achilles, who had hoisted himself through the hole, marveling at the pink light on the horizon from the East. A row of brick tiled similar two-story houses, white to custard yellow, sat on either side of the black asphalt river. A wood not too far away, expanse of pristine grasses, and patches of wild flowers lay around the community, a half-dozen kilometers away from the city that sprawled like a jungle in the distance.

Achilles, shaking out nervous energy, gauged the distance from his position to the farthest edge of the roof and prepared to rush across those half-dozen meters before leaping off. "Put your head on straight. You've done this hundreds of times successfully so there's no need to get nervous, buddy," he thought, getting into a racing position. He inhaled one last time and exploded forwards, covering the distance in a few bounds and leaping into the air with all speed and momentum possible. Arms elongated and bent into large wings, feet turned into talons, shrinking legs bent backwards, torso elongating and thinning, gunmetal-white feathers growing everywhere, and face morphed into that of an eagle. In short, as Achilles just dipped below the apex of the jump, he had turned into a harpy eagle of maximum size, flapping powerful wings a little over two meters total.

The world shot into amazing clarity despite the animagus's elevation gliding and flapping towards the city at a timely eight kilometers per hour. Wing sliced across the streamlined body, roaring in the eagle's ears while the terrain slipped by in a semi-blur. Achilles quivered in excitement and exhilaration. Flying as a fast top predator never got old, instead only leaving an increased desire to do so. Caught up in these emotions, he tucked in his wings and dropped towards the ground. Wind howled like a banshee yet parted for the streamlined eagle with little resistance. Only when the ground zoomed in with extremely great detail, revealing toy-sized cars driving to the city, did the animagus pull up tightly, redirecting momentum to climb back up to a similar height. Shrieking exuberantly, he boasted to the world his flying abilities making good time nonetheless.

"Alright, Achilles, you're almost there. They said that the man has a lot of info on the Irish National Liberation Army to hand over and requested the least corrupt and most capable person they had. He's probably in some form of danger, so now I'm gonna have Muggle enemies. God, this is biggest headache ever. The messes I get into."

Anxiety and nervousness permeated through the animagus, as such a case and investigation would be the most dangerous. He had only taken his job as a way to keep check on any suspicious movements and dangers, yet he had risen in the ranks and became one of the best G2 operatives especially for counter-intelligence and counter-terror. Now it felt that today it would come back to bite him. "The whole thing is flawed and riddled with more holes than a giant Swiss cheese shot by a machine gun."

One-way bullet-proof glass windows shone on the steel-and-concrete reinforced agency headquarters, a beacon like some other corporate buildings, though not as elegant. A wide eighteen story building, the roof provided enough cover for a certain eagle to land inconspicuously. Oh, and change back to human form, but that's just details. Cloaked in invisible clothing and assessing that the door was indeed locked, the wizard smirked and pointed at the door. "Alohomora" the blonde muttered, before hearing the deadbolts retract and the door swing open.

"Well, so much for security, oh well," Achilles mused to himself as he strolled down the first couple spiraling flights of linoleum stairs. "Screw walking down stairs. It take too much effort," he huffed in frustration, still not entirely awake. Without a second thought, the invisible wizard lept over the steel railing and, wind roaring in his ears and biting his face, smiled at the predicament.

Two flights before his floor, he cast a signature spell of his. "Protego injuriis" He thought, extending his right arm and catching the railing just above his floor. The railing slightly groaned and shook from the sudden great force and momentum transferred onto it, having not been made to stop the fall of insane people. Despite the speed and height of the fall, not a hint of pain or damage befell the daredevil even though his arm should've torn to some degree. No, pain and injury had been quite a foreign concept to Achilles, who smiled at, foiled, and flipped-off doom and death.

Having honed speed, strength, magical power, dexterity, reflexes, quick-thinking, and analysis to the maximum, few could boast of his ability. He surpassed Dumbledore while at Hogwarts in his sixth year, making such a great number of enemies that the school erased every record about the blonde. It was hard at first because the place was the closest he had to a home, but survival came first. Freya too had amazing abilities, though she made more enemies by refuting to join Voldemort.

"Stop thinking, damn it. Focus on your job or you will get killed, especially when you just became a target," Achilles tsked, swinging to the fourth floor and deactivating the invisibility. Knowing that a significant amount of adrenaline led to recklessness, the prodigy took a few deep breaths, pushing out all distractions from the mind.

Achilles re-tied his blonde hair back into the customary ponytail that reached below the shoulder blades, since, with the two-meter height, wiry fighter build, trimmed goatee, and thug clothes, he seemed arresting and intimidating enough. The steel, window-less door opened easily to a bright white hallway where every hundred meters stood a pair of armored armed guards.

"Hey, you there, stop! This place is off-limits!" a brawny bearded guard shouted with a thick Irish accent. He had a demanding and slightly nervous expression on his face, eyes twitching quickly to his older less-worried partner, both dressed in black Kevlar.

"Huh, the man's definitely a greeny," Achilles thought, his mouth twitched in annoyance. Staring down the MP-5 pointed at him, he walked determined, both hands visible, towards the guard. The gun shook a little and the big man's mouth moved blaring words that washed over the blonde sorcerer, who seemed utterly mad to a scary extent.

"Stop, mate! Seriously, one more step and I'll shoot!" As soon as those words left the new guard's mouth, Achilles stepped forward muttering a powerful and forbidden spell. Power surged from his veins, invisible threads sprung from the wizard's fingers and struck the guard, whose eyes glazed over and muttered a curt "Sorry, sir, didn't recognize you" before waving him past.

"I almost feel sorry for Muggles. They lack proper protection against magic," Achilles reflected, slipping into the conference room that held a certain informant that would forever change his life.

Five hours later

Achilles's home

"Leonardo, you are so cute," Freya giggled, her son clutching her wand and waving it like an ecstatic orchestra conductor. 'William Tell's Overture' played in the background and little Leo seemed to love it, smiling brilliantly, swishing the wand to the exact rhythm, and even humming the tune without blemish. Normally, Freya would've caught that as odd, but because Leo was indeed quite adorable and concentrated, no one would have noticed. Until the tape clicked to a stop, that is.

Rather than the tune stopping, it continued, albeit at a third of the previous volume. The mother's eyes bugged out and her jaw dropped. Utterly surprised, she pressed both thumb and index finger over the infant's vocal cords, only to have her suspicions affirmed. "H-how did you figure th-that out, my lion cub?" Freya whispered, shocked and awed. Never had she heard of a child so young using magic to create music from nothing. Never mind the actual coordination.

Leonardo looked up at his mom, taking in her angelic, ethereal beauty and strength. "Ma-ma" a musical voice rang. Well, not so much a voice as instruments composing one. "Luv u" the same voice sang, using flutes, pianos, pipes, and string instruments. The babe giggled at his mom's surprised face, mismatched eyes smiling and ear-length hair shining in the noon sun.

"How is this possible? Does Leo even know what he's doing?" Freya thought, proud yet confounded by her son. "Achilles, you better be close, Honey, I've got something important to show you." Quickly, while Leonardo went back to composing magical music, she grabbed an audio recorder and the small crystal ball, the only one that could track her beloved. Freya turned on the black quality tape recorder and gazed into the star-white sphere, revealing an image of an abnormally large harpy eagle zooming towards the house. "Ugh, Achilles, do I really need-" she stopped muttering abruptly, a trail of dripping red on the raptor's left leg. Not only that, but it looked to be in pretty bad shape. "Oh dear good, please don't...don't lose it!" a strangled cry left her throat, hot tears streaming down her rosy cheeks.

Suddenly, the wounded eagle morphed into her beloved's splendorous human form. A shout of pain tore from his throat, tumbling out of control in the air towards the ground. Just instants before impact, a calm washed over face and startling eyes. Flailing stopped and he closed his eyes in concentration. "Protege injuriis!" he projected with power. A blue-silver light covered at the last moment before a sickening impact, throwing up dirt and grass.

Too afraid to look away, Freya watched and prayed for her husband who lay sprawled on the ground in a small crater. Her eyes widened as the ball showed him jump up a second later and brush dirt off the leather-thug clothing. "Sometimes, I wonder why I even worry about him!" Freya thought, cracking her knuckles in rage, "Just wait till you get home, Honey, I'll deliver your gracious reward in full."

However, such thoughts vanished as Achilles ran (well, as best as one can while limping) towards the house, disappearing into thin air perhaps a few hundred meters from it. Three eternal minutes passed before a thump came from down the hall.

"Freya! Freya, where are you?" a sense of heavy urgency penetrating the sweet, firm, full-bodied baritone of her husband's voice.

"In the bedroom! What's wrong?" the brunette replied, opening the door, revealing the somehow-not-that-dirty figure of Achilles. Sadness and worry pierced through emerald eyes outlined with pain, a wince as he entered and kissed Freya in a tight embrace. Warmth spread across her body and she shivered with excitement at the passion behind the kiss, which lasted all too brief. "How in the world did you get that gash on your thigh, seriously?! I mean you can crash into the ground at hundreds of kilometers an hour without a scratch," the worry and caring didn't escape the other party of the young couple.

"So you saw that, huh? Well, I got it from...awesome music spell, Leo...a bullet wound," Achilles spouted distractedly, the gravity of his off-hand observation unnoticed. "What the fu-how is that possible?! Freya, please explain why the baby is making high-quality music with your wand?" the blonde exclaimed utterly confounded.

"Actually, I was going to ask you the same question," the brunette said to the now mesmerized man that held her hand.

"Well, clearly he has great magic aptitude. I wonder what else he could do..." Achilles trailed off, lost in the possibilities of his child Leonardo, stroking his trimmed goatee.

"It doesn't matter, love. You still didn't tell me what's-*FRAKABOOM*" a deafening, blazing inferno tore through the walls, a blinding red-orange-white engulfing the room.

Seventeen years later

(1st person pov)

"-are you alright?" a voice broke through the roar, incomprehensible and soft at first but quickly becoming normal. The searing quickly turned to the warm heat of sunlight. Soft warm fabric caressed my hands, like a Persian rug.

"What the-. Where am I?" I thought, alarmed. Immediately, my eyelids snapped open, a burning brightness causing me to groan and shield my eyes from the sun.

"Ron, draw the blinds," the same alto-soprano feminine voice demanded, edged with worry.

The light faded to a third of its intensity, revealing long, slightly messy auburn-brown hair, pearl skin, and a pretty, heart-shaped face. Brown eyes danced between checking my pulse and making sure no bones were broken, while practically sitting on me. It took me a moment to realize two major things: I had no idea where I was and I didn't know anything about this girl.

"Excuse me, Miss, but could you tell me where I am?" I asked in as polite and proper a voice as I could muster, remembering that I should treat strangers politely. "I'm Leonardo, by the way,"

"Wait, hold on, you mean you've never heard of Hogwarts?" A lanky ginger teen exclaimed incredulous. The girl just cocked her head at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course I've heard of it, any self respecting mage has," I replied out of nowhere, somehow remembering the place. Most of my memories, however, were blank. The only personal things I remembered was that I was a pure-blood, know magic, and my birthday.

"Hold on, you're a wizard?" the ginger asked, "Then if not Hogwarts, what school do you come from?"

"I think...no...I honestly don't remember," I conceded, clenching both fists in terrible frustration, cracking my knuckles. "Ugh, I can't remember much of anything personal, really."

"Well, if what you're wearing is any indication, you were definitely on leave or something," the intriguing brunette replied.

"Or Leonardo, here, was making some poor student do his homework so he could have the day off," the lanky boy mumbled, shadow falling across his face.

"Ron! That's uncalled for," the brunette snapped in my defense, bringing a slight burn to my cheeks and skin.

"But, Hermione, tell me if he does not look the part. He's dressed like a biker, has long hair in a ponytail, wears a single ear stud, and has a couple tattoos," Ron retorted, defensive of his position.

"It's alright," I said to the Hermione girl, no older than me, "If Ron truly believed that, he wouldn't be saying it in front of me." Again, those words slipped forth without contemplation. Groaning mentally, I wished to die right then.

"Probably," Hermione whispered, cheeks growing a little pink, her temperature rising a couple degrees. "Ron, we should bring Leo to the hospital and away from here." The slight cracking of voice hinted as to what they weren't telling.

"Hey, Hermione, what's wrong?" I asked, face and voice softening as I caught and wiped away a stray tear from her cheek with my thumb. "What the fuck are you doing, Leo?" I thought at the impulsive action. Hermione recoiled a little, making me let go with a little pain. Already I had done something to hurt the only two other people I knew as of now.

"It's alright, I'm just not used to that. And your hands are chilly," she said, giggling as I finally began to shiver, teeth chattering somewhat. "Come on. Let's get you to someplace warmer," Hermione said with a small smile, pushing back the wound. Ron nodded at the implicit command and bent to help me up.

Hooking one arm over each of their shoulders, the two helped the new arrival up. I groaned instantly, feeling blood rush down and burn through limp limbs. Clearly I had lost quite a bit of circulation, if the numbness, then burning, and now tingling gave any indication. "Damn, it feels like I haven't walked in days," I cursed at the reliance on Hermione and Ron, both of whom seemed to look at each other with somber secrecy. Winding through a maze of grand to cramped flagstone hallways returned feeling to the legs on the way to what I supposed to be hospital wing.

"Clearly something bad happened so just point me to the hospital wing and I'll manage from here," I said, confident, stopping the maroon and red robed pair. I gave the sad-faced students a nod and reassured them I was alright, which Hermione found convincing enough because she reached in her deep pocket to give me a map of the school before bidding a farewell.

As Ron and Hermione turned behind the corner we came from, I sighed in frustration at the loss of my memory and the strange turn of events. And that strange vision. I pondered this as I meandered towards the nurse's office, avoiding as many students as possible, though still getting a plethora of odd stares and -in some cases- ogles from those that noticed me.

With pent up anxiety at the attention I got, I sighed and picked up the pace, realizing that I had started from the farthest points away from it in the building. Now, however, it was a couple more corridors away. Unable to run, I jogged towards it, feeling hamstrings and ligaments stretch.

"My, my, what do we have here, Boss" a stout, short child-like teen boy announced, catching sight of me. However, what was most intriguing was that unlike this crony, the presumed "boss" -a platinum blonde in a grey school blazer- seemed pensive and serious, no malicious intentions apparent.

"You know, tubby, you should watch who you're talking to, magic or no magic," I answered curtly as if it were nothing but the truth without giving a sign as to whether it was advice or a threat. Nonetheless, I unfurled from the head-down and hunched position to the full two-meters of height, showing the physique I possessed after taking off the black leather jacket, revealing the tight silver and blue Nike Dri-fit t-shirt. Wiry yet defined, toned, dense muscles flexed across my body in anticipation for a fight.

Tubby had a beat-red complexion of embarrassment and anger, struggling to get a good read of the situation. The quiet blonde looked intrigued and curious at the turn of events, clearly few people ever had done this and in such a way, wanting to see how things would unfold no doubt. "You think you're so smart, huh, well take this!" Tubby shouted and grasped inside his robe.

"He's going for a wand. You've already got your focus though," a voice similar to mine echoed. Nodding, I exploded forwards off my feet, aiming a ruby, silver, and sapphire ring at the fat boy who had just managed to begin unsheathing the wand.

"Ventus Duo" I murmured, a jet of spiraling wind ripping from the clenched of my hand and colliding with the boy, knocking him off his feet and ripping at his clothes, making him look disheveled. As if by instinct, I tucked into a roll at the last second, and caught his wand just before it hit the ground.

Tubby, in the meanwhile, floundered in an attempt to get up while the wind was literally ripped from his lungs. Judging from the few meters from the platinum blonde, the spell had devastating success. And the boy had a rabid anger on his face that made him look ridiculous.

"You should take care of your wand better, Tubby," I said, handing the boy his impressive white-ivory wand, "It's quite the specimen. And you really should learn to pick your fights, I could've gotten you without a single spell, if I wasn't inured and ill that is." The lack of a tick or boasting arrogance made the boy's eyes widen in alarm, surprise, and awe (unfathomably so) as he grasped the cool focus.

"But how can a-a M-Muggleborn l-like..." Tubby began before his blonde companion silenced him, "B-but, Master Malfoy..."

"I said shut up," the teen named Malfoy said with venom, clearly uncomfortable with what the fat kid was about to tell me. The amazement and shock he had when he turned back to me were priceless, him having the look of arrogance and wealth/power. "I apologize for this misunderstanding, it was quite unfortunate. I'm Draco Malfoy, prefect of Slytherin." A respect and politeness ushered from his voice that clearly had been reserved for certain people. He extended an arm, looking up into my eyes.

"I'll need all the friends I could get," I thought, clasping his white hand in my tan one and giving it a businessman's shake. "Leonardo, pleasure to make your acquaintance, Draco. I hope we shall meet on better terms," I said politely, yet loaded with authority. Of the two of us, it was clear who was the alpha.

"Yes. I'll probably swing by later with some of my more competent friends and introduce you to them," he replied, bidding me a farewell and a speedy recovery, patting me on the back afterwards.

The reasoning behind the decision, however, had not vanished. We both knew that I needed allies and he had the best available. At the same time, I prayed that Hermione didn't find Draco obnoxious. She was a pretty girl and I didn't want to have to choose between a girl and an ally. Sighing at the thought, I walked the rest of the windowed hallway to the hospital wing, unaware of a certain shadow that had been following.