Hello everyone! I'm so excited with this fic. First time that I've done one that involves Harry Potter. Hope to make more some day after I finish the other ones I'm doing. This idea came to me when I was watching the fourth movie of what would have happened if something had happened at the end of the third year in the summer year before the Fourth Year. Anyway enjoy!

Disclaimer: Phoenix Vengeance doesn't own any of the Harry Potter characters. Only the storyline

Standing My Ground

Chapter One: A Change of Destiny

It was a warm summer evening; a light breeze was ruffling the leaves in the trees; children were shouting and laughing while playing in the sprinklers. All in all it was a perfectly normal day in a perfectly normal neighborhood; normal, that is, except for an almost 14 year old wizard named Harry Potter. It happened to be Harry's first day of summer holidays from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As Harry Potter looked at the book in front of him he realized that many things in his life had been wrong, ever since he had gone to Hogwarts, that's where it all started or was it before that when he was placed in the loving care of the Dursleys. Not to mention that everything he had done for the past three years had been orchestrated by Dumbledore and the rest of the staff. Oh yes he remembered that night very well. Just like it was yesterday

/Start of Flashback/

Walking through the empty corridors of Hogwarts, his mind wondered back to the night just a few days ago, when he suddenly found out that he had an innocent godfather that was sentenced to Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit as well as finding out the his best friend's rat that was in actual fact an animagus, that caused his parents death. Hearing footsteps he hid himself in a corner that was covered in shadows so as to not alert anybody to his presence. Shocked to the core he saw Ron and Hermione walking in the direction of the headmaster's office, making him curious. Following them he quickly darted through the door before it was closed as he saw them take a seat as Dumbledore sucked on a lemon drop.

"Ah Ron, Hermione, I trust you've come to get your new orders. Well don't worry the money been sent from your accounts straight from the Potter Vault so no need to ask. Has my little pawn been doing what I've wanted him to do," asked Dumbledore.

"Yes he has Headmaster. That idiot Potter doesn't even have a clue that we're spying on him," talking arrogantly as Ron looked self-importantly

"Yes, we've stopped him from studying only when needed and kept him occupied on other things so that he doesn't find out that he's the heir to the Potter family and become Lord Potter," Hermione said filling in Dumbledore on how they where keeping to his orders a worshipful expression on her face that made Harry want to retch but didn't want to catch there attention, though he felt a slight pain in his chest that his own friends, or so-called friends were only doing this for self-gain.

"Good. Good that means that when the prophecy comes to fruit and he's killed Voldemort I'll kill him and be risen again as the beacon of light, Potter a martyr who died fighting for my cause. Yes everything is going as planned, you have done well," giving a nod to the two student's in front of them, ah such useful spies they were.

Deciding that he didn't need to hear very much more of their meeting as it had told him everything that he had been suspicious about since he first took a step in Hogwarts that every was planned out from becoming so-called friends with Ron and Hermione to the adventures that he had at the end of each year except the one he had this year.

Fools. The lot of you. Mark my words Dumbledore you'll live to regret the day... he thought as he walked out of the office the three occupants taking no notice to anything else as Dumbledore gave out new orders to his spies.

/End of Flashback/

Laying on his bed he thought of all the hardships he had been through, too much for someone of his age especially when adults three times his age wouldn't even suffer a silver of what he had been through. The headmaster was nothing but a meddling old coot that cared about nothing, that everyone was all knowing and powerful and could do nothing wrong. This was not the case. Though he was powerful, he wasn't a great person, manipulating people all around him for his own agenda. Him most of all, so that he would see him as a hero, saving him at the end of each of his adventures and taking him from the Dursely's each year. Feeling a sense of foreboding in his bones Harry knew that Voldemort would soon rise and the war would start and the streets would run red with blood if he didn't break free from his prison. Closing his book that he had been reading, with a wave of his hand having picked up on wandless magic when he was little, knowing about magic from a young age thinking back to that incident.

/Flashback/

A younger Harry that was about seven had been doing his chores for the day when his Uncle Vernon came in from work annoyed as he had had no business for the day making him think that the little freak of a boy had done something.

"BOY!!" he bellowed as a little figure walked towards him head bowed down meekly wondering why his uncle was mad.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon?" he asked quietly while trembling slightly from the shine in the man's eyes that promised pain.

"Boy. You're freakishness caused me no business today," spit coming out of his mouth his eyes in a wild rage before beating the boy within a inch of his life before breaking his left arm, grinning at the shriek of pain, throwing him into the cupboard once through with his 'punishment'.

A few hours later Harry woke up in the evening whimpering in pain as a fire-like pain shoot through his left arm realizing that his Uncle had broken it. As it continued to shoot feelings of pain he wished fervently that his arm would heal to suddenly be washed over with a warm soothing feeling. Wondering what the feeling was did he realize that his left arm had been healed as he moved it. What had he done? It should have taken weeks for it to heal after having this sort of treatment for years knew how quick it took his bones to heal.

"Magic.." he whispered out.

Could it be? Could this powerful entity exist? Thinking through all the times he had done strange things that should have been impossible decided that it wouldn't hurt to try it out. Now what should he do? Looking around his cupboard thought that it would be nice for some light, to gasp as a ball of light appeared within the small space hovering in the air illuminating all before it. After a few test, realized that all he had to do was think for it and it would happen, it had no limits to it's abilities!!

/Flashback/

Smiling he watched as all of his possessions were packed into his trunk while Hedwig out hunting, but he knew that she would find him no matter where he was.

Closing his eyes he made a promise to himself as he said it loudly, "I'll win this war, mark my words, but on my own terms not yours. I won't risk seeing the people I care about dying for your 'greater good' even with that damn prophecy that you planned to keep hidden from me"

After having finding out that his friends weren't his real friends, he had spied on Dumbledore and Ron and Hermione. After a couple of days just before leaving school he had listened to Dumbledore muse on a prophesy that had been made about him before he was born and that he was to kill Voldemort. Great future ahead of you. Real great.

Oh don't worry Dumbledore I'll kill him. But not your way. The horcruxes are a minor inconvenience, only have to find a way to destroy them and you've made it quite easy as Riddle isn't likely to put parts of his soul into stupid items. No the only things he would put them in is something of great sentimental value that he owned or something of the Founders as he's the heir to one of them.

Turning to close the open windows slightly from the cold refreshing air as it had been very hot this summer, saw a black dot flying towards him at a great speed. As it came closer he saw that it was a beautiful black Raven with a letter as it swooped in through the window landed on the bed ticking it's leg. Taking the letter thanking the bird gestured towards Hedwig's cage to rest, it cawing in return before flying over to the cage taking a sip from the water container.

Looking at the address signed:

Mr Potter

2nd Bedroom on the right

Curious as he usually didn't get mail that often read the contents inside.

Dear Mr. Potter,

You have been accepted to Oriala School of Magic. We are a prestigious school that only accepts the best of the best into our school. You where once invited at the age of seven, the youngest to be accepted into our school, but your magical guardian Albus Dumbledore said you didn't wish to come. We have once again decided to give you the offer to come to our school as not only do we specialise in Modern Magic but the far more Ancient forms of Magic. From what we have gathered you should be able to gain both your OWLs and NEWTs within your first year of studying with the level of magic that you have before even achieving your inheritance.

We hope that you choose to come to our school as you will be trained for a total of two years in masteries that you wish to take along with any of the courses you start. The courses that we also offer if you have the ability is:

Blood Magic

Necromancy

Wandless Magic

Wordless Magic

Elemental Abilities

Shadow Abilities

Animagus

Seer

If you have any of these abilities we train you in the three years that you would be here to obtain a Mastery in the subjects, also you will be tested for them through a device that all student's use, unlocking the ability before your ability.

Regards

Headmaster Seth and Headmistress Madessa

We await your reply by Raven (his name is Star).

Sitting down on the bed shocked at the news, as rage started to form from finding out that Dumbledore knew all along the life that he had lived from the mistreatments of the Dursley's. He had known about this all along! Bastard. Kneeling down, loosening the floorboard to get some parchment and ink, grabbed his quill on the desk and wrote down on the parchment that would change his destiny and life forever.

I accept.

Harry James Potter

Giving it to the Raven Star said, "Here you go." Giving a caw the Raven took off as Harry watched on until there was no sight of it. Feeling as if he had had a burdened realised from himself he layed down on his bed and drifted off to sleep a peaceful smile on his lips, for once not dreaming of the night his parents died.

STANDINGMYGROUNDSTANDINGMYGROUND

Elsewhere a young man woke up as a feeling that he had lost something very important. But what? He had everything that he could want in life.

But then... Why did he feel that a part of him was missing now?

Well I hope you enjoyed this first chapter and I should update sometime. Please review so that I know if I'm on the right track. Hope you enjoyed it. Bye!