Hellooo Everyone! This will be story with a cross between a new school fic and a Harry has multiple mates fic with my own little twist on it. Well I hope you like it, if you don't, the don't bother flaming.

This will be a slash fic (Harry/OMC/OMC/OMC/OMC/OMC/OMC) so if you don't likey then don't readey.

Astitva is the name of the school Harry will be going to. I basically went on Google Translate and translated the word 'Survival' in all the different languages and this one seemed the best to me its in Gujarati/Nepali.

I was inspired to make a New School fic by Miranda Flairgold and Toki Mirage, I suggest you go check out their awesome stories ;)

Creds to them for any elements you recognise :)

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

After defeating Voldemort, the ministry had decided that Harry was too dangerous to be out there in the Wizarding World when he posed such a threat to the innocent people that Harry was "corrupting", so, under the guise that Harry killed a person using Avada Kedavra, they packaged him off to the high security cells in Azkaban on May 3 1998. It didn't matter to the ministry, Dumbledore, the Weasleys, Hermione and just about the rest of Wizarding Britain, that the Killing Curse was cast at the most terrifying Dark Lord of all time, it didn't matter to them that if he hadn't, they would all be probably dead right now and it definitely didn't matter to them that they were the ones who pressurized Harry into taking part of the war. It's as if they had all planned this; to lock up the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-A-Dark-Lord after he had finished the dirty work for them and saved all of their sorry asses. There was no one to help him, Sirius is dead, Moody is dead, Tonks is dead and it turns out that other than these people, he could trust no one.

So here he was, sitting in his cell and celebrating the 90th day of his pleasant stay in Azkaban when suddenly, Harry stiffened as his magic went haywire and his eyes rolled back into his head. Whatever happened was pretty painless and Harry saw the ground rushing towards him and blacked out before he hit it.

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'Waking up in a space full of whiteness after spending over three months in Azkaban is pretty shocking,' Harry decided as he stared around him at the blinding color.

"You've been deemed worthy of a gift. A gift so rare that I can count who I gave them to on two hands. You have been wronged greatly by those you considered your family. It's time for you to live, leave Britain and never come back, find your mates, go to another school and finish your education," Harry whirled around, trying to discern where the voice was coming from, "You don't owe anything to anyone. Once you wake up, contact the Goblins, they will help you. And remember, there is no Light without Darkness and no Darkness without Light. Good Luck, my chosen one."

Harry scowled as he lost control of his limbs and fainted like a girl. Again.

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As soon as Harry became aware, his eyes darted open, and he found himself looking up at the old face of Albus Dumbledore.

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"So you're letting me out?" Harry looked at Dumbledore, his face expressionless.

"Yes, yes my boy. Terribly sorry for my mistake, the ministry realised after all this time that you are innocent, you had no choice but to kill him in self-defense, now come with me i'll get us back to Order Headquarters."

'Mmhhmm, yeah and Dumbles here conveniently forgets that he spoke up against me in the trial..'

Harry could feel some kind of magic swamping his mind, and he felt tempted to just forgive them all and let things go back to normal. The feeling was like a mini version of an Imperio. Frowning sullenly at Dumbledore's back, he played along and followed him out of his cell.

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"HARRY," a ball of red hair crashed into him, bruising his ribs and sending him crashing down on the floor, "Get off, Ginny.." he grunted.

No reaction.

'She still thinks I like her? I'm gay..'

He tried pushing her off but she just kept on wailing.

"GINNY! GET OFF, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE!"

'Bitch..' Harry scowled.

"GINEVRA WEASLEY GET YOUR ASS OFF OF ME YOU JUST NEARLY BROKE OF MY RIBS YOU INSUFFERABLE WENCH!"

"Harry! Stop swearing! And don't treat your future bride like that, she didn't do anything to you. Now calm down and let her go, I need you to go help with the dishes, ok?" Molly admonished, oblivious at the incredulous looks she was receiving from Harry.

He pushed the Weaselette off of him and straight into a wall, purposefully. And pushed himself up with the help of certain obstacles before turning to Molly, who didn't bother waiting for his reply and was about to grab his arm so she can drag him to the kitchen.

Harry leaned away from her grubby hands and replied, "No, Weasley its not ok. One, I'll swear whenever I want, you're not my mother and you will never be. Two, I will never marry that goddamned uneducated girl, not only is she completely undesirable, she has the most annoying personality and her voice makes me want to hang myself. Besides, I'm gay anyway."

"And now that you are all here, did you all really think that I will forgive you for dumping me into Azkaban? Oh and Dumbledore, that compulsion you sent at me? It didn't work in the slightest. Better luck next time. I, Harry James Potter Black, forcefully eject all members of the Order of the Phoenix, who intend to cause me harm or steal from me in any way, from 12 Grimmauld Place. Ta Ta!" Harry waved at their shocked faces before they left.

"Potter. I have to admit that was an impressive performance."

Harry froze.

Looking over his shoulder at Snape standing in the doorway, he tilted his head in confusion.

Humming thoughtfully he shrugged, "Well that's odd."

"Well come in! Come in! Is there anything you needed?"

"Well, for a start, I just wanted to know if you realized what you turned into when you turned 18.."

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Harry cracked open the huge tome, Rare Magical Beings You've Probably Never Heard Of, that Snape had given him to the page with a bookmark in in and settled down to read.

Bearer are extremely rare, only one has been found every 5-6 thousand years when magic chooses them. The individuals that were chosen by magic to transform on their 18th Birthday. They have always been found to be male and they can bare children. Bearers usually have 4-6 mates, the amount depends on the amount of magical power. Bearers are always beautiful, and they have dark hair and an exotic eye colour, as they are dark orientated beings. Bearers specialise in Necromancy and the Dark Arts as well as Blood Magic. They also have a powerful sexual allure, much like a Veela, which is used to draw in potential suitors. They are born as wizards and then change on their 18th Birthday. During their change all scars, blemishes, and imperfections are healed (e.g. poor eyesight, bad hearing.. etc). The personality is also slightly changed to become more submissive (only to their chosen mates). Bearer's are very coveted, they have the ability to reproduce and are very fertile. They are extremely powerful and their children are always just as powerful, Bearers essentially refresh the line and as Vampires, Lycanthropes, Dragon Hybrids and Incubi are normally infertile, Bearers help then retain that ability as they can get impregnated by any of these beings. All dominant male creatures have to attempt to woo the Bearer and participate in a very violent competition against each other so the Bearer will chose the best mates, the ones who come out on top.

TBC... ;)

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