Alright so this is my first fan fiction ever!!! I had been wanting to write this for a while, but didn't know how to start it. I guess I have now haha. Please don't be mean. No one likes a meany. And I'm always looking for good stories to read so if you like mine and are writing one of your own then please tell me your fic and I'll go read it. =)

Disclaimer: I own nothing that J.K. Rowling has thought of because I'm way too lazy to name everything that I made up for this fic.

Summary: As a result of an attack, Hogwarts is now home to another school, Olympian Academy. With Harry already questioning the motive of his headmaster and friends, he makes new allies and has a new outlook on his life. But there are some secrets, that not even the beholders know of. Dark!Harry (it'll be a slow transgression) Manipulative!Dumbledore, and slash. Don't like it, don't read it. Plain and simple people.

Note: This also has a connection with mythology of the Greek and Roman aspect.

Warnings: Tad bit of religious talk, but not much.


A New Beginning

Death Eaters Attack America???

Recent reports of Death Eater attacks have now expanded to one of our strongest allies in the wizarding world, the United States. The first report of Death Eater activity was during their annual Quidditch Stravaganza which various schools from around the country would go and show off their teams. There were no fatalities within the attack, but some were injured from numerous hexes.

The second attack, the night after the attack on the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Mysteries where He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Name was confirmed to be back, was held at the Wizarding Academy of New England. Unfortunately no one survived the attacks at the all male school. Some details are too graphic to report, but what was let out was that not even the first years were spared.

The third attack, occurring three days ago, was reported by Headmaster Drennon, head of Olympian Academy, and the students that did survive will be graciously welcomed to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Headmaster Dumbledore has not commented, but sources say that he was the one who offered. Of course that is no surprise since Headmaster Dumbledore is such a gracious man.

-Reporter: Donald Welster

***

That was the article that was posted two days ago, and now the entire school was outside in the warm sun of August awaiting the arrival of the Americans. Harry stood closest to the staff, for whatever reason he didn't know. Ron was to his right, and he was holding the hand of Hermione. They were finally going out, and Harry was one glad person. That meant they were more occupied with themselves than him, and he could focus more on other things he had to do like kill Voldemort. He shot a glare at Dumbledore, but said nothing of it. It was yet another summer where he knew nothing about what was going on. Ron and Hermione seemed to know he was on edge, and avoided him once he got to the Oder. Also the death of Sirius wasn't helping. He had nightmares almost every night.

The previous day every teacher, even Snape, taught them about the American's customs. Flitwick gave a long speech about giving compassion to the students since they would be going through a very tough time. Slughorn was very cheery in explaining how some classes would be larger because some of the Olympian's teachers weren't spared in the fight. McGonagall even went as far as telling them that they used muggle technologies which were now opened to the students that had them. Dumbledore didn't want anything to arise on unfairness. Then there was Snape. He drawled on and on about how much more experienced they would be apart from Hogwarts students and their different lifestyles they lived. After that speech though he went back to being as snappy as he usually was.

"Ah," smiled the headmaster. "Here they come."

Harry looked upon the far distance, his emerald eyes nearly piercing the grounds. He saw Hagrid first, talking to a man with salt and pepper hair, cut short. He looked no more than thirty, and there was a woman next to him holding his hand. She had long chestnut hair that was pulled up into a tie. She was also holding the hand of a small child that had black hair and skipping around. Unlike her parents that were clad in black robes, the little girl was wearing a bright orange dress and staring around in wonder. Harry cracked a smile at the sight. Only it turned to a frown when he saw what was behind the couple. An entire sea of black, all faces set in hard lines, and even the professors were grim. Their bags were levitated behind them, and their cloaks, as they got closer, were actually black knee length jackets. There were four different signs, just like Dumbledore had told them a day ago. Their school was similar to Hogwarts, but instead of founders, their houses were separated by Roman gods. Only four, and the rest of the sortings were in sister schools across their country.

"Here we are," smiled Hagrid. He brought them over to Dumbledore, then returning to the far side of the group.

"Headmaster Drennon, Mrs. Drennon," Dumbledore greeted while shaking both of their hands. "Ah, this must be little Gabrielle. It's a pleasure little one." The little girl hid behind her mother.

"Now Gabi," minded her mother. "Please Dumbledore, call me Natalie. And I apologize for Gabi. She's usually not this shy."

"It is fine, Natalie," grinned the elderly man. "Headmaster Drennon your quarters are set up. Professor Slughorn will escort you."

"Thank you very much, Headmaster Dumbledore. I cannot thank you enough," sighed the man. Harry felt bad for him. Losing so many students in one day. He then turned to the students who bowed their heads in respect. All of them were quiet, some of them having tears in their eyes. "Headmaster Dumbledore will tell you all where to go. I trust that you will be on your best behavior."

"Yes, Headmaster," they echoed.

Harry watched as Slughorn beckoned the family into the castle. He watched as Dumbledore approached the crowd, holding back a sneer of annoyance towards the old man. "Professor McGonagall will escort the House of Apollo to their new homes." The Deputy Headmistress walked up to the crowd a about twenty students stepped forth. Harry noticed that on their jackets, over the left breast, was silver lyre. "House of Hephaestus will go with Professor Sprout." The smiling woman stepped forth and about fifteen came towards her. Their symbol was an axe. "Professor Flitwick would you please show the House of Athena to their new homes." The tiny man gestured for them to come with a jolly smile. Their symbol was an owl, and they had about twelve in their house. The last remaining children, only five, stood there awaiting instruction. "The House of Artemis shall go with Professor Snape." The menacing man, standing nearest to Harry, strode up to the students with the bow as their crest.

The students shrunk back, and the one of the older ones, a girl with long black hair and baby blue eyes came forth. She stood a five foot seven height, and put her arms around what seemed to be a second year at most. She was slim, full lips, and a cut on her cheek that was patched up and healing from what it looked like. She was the first to follow the man, and the rest followed. There were three men in the group, and only the two girls. Their professors of the students whispered to and fro before walking towards the lake in deep conversation.

Harry watched them retreat, sighing. "Now," called Dumbledore. He turned to the entire student body. "I expect all of you to welcome Olympian Academy with as much hospitality as you would show your friends. They are in need of a home and we shall provide it." He paused, gazing at the student. "You are dismissed. All Friday classes are cancelled." Usually there was a cheer, but they were all silent as they retreated.

Harry heaved a sigh, making his way towards the Quidditch pitch. His thoughts were of what had happened over the summer. He was locked up, beaten daily, and had to do those nasty chores around the house. He was really starting to hate muggles because of the Dursleys. Dudley was on his case about everything, and when Arthur Weasley finally decided to come for him, Harry was about to kill all of them. He just couldn't take it anymore. Everything that had been building up inside of him was starting to spill over. He was overstressed, overworked, and now angry with the man he thought of as a grandfather before the summer. A leader of the light wouldn't lock up his so called savior in an abusive household. Wards or not. He wouldn't just shun Harry after that stupid newspaper interview saying that if he hadn't been there on time that Harry wouldn't have made it. And his friends were falling for all of it!

It was just hard trying to figure out how to learn what he was supposed to learn before battling Voldemort again. His scar prickled almost every day now, and he was starting to go insane. He ran his hand through his messy hair. He had decided to grow it out to his shoulders again, and he was trying to find some sort of spell to repair his eyes.

Now he just had to figure out how to go about his school year. He decided to delve into his studies, and stop having Ron hold him back.

"Hello Harry," came a sing song voice.

The brunette turned around, now realizing he was walking alongside the Forbidden Forest, and saw Luna Lovegood sitting at the edge with her eyes closed. She had no shoes on, and there were turnip ears dangling from her ears. "Oh. Hello Luna," he said. "What are you doing out here alone?"

"Enjoying the nice whether. Needed a quiet escape," she replied with her eyes still closed.

Harry stood there, staring at her. She was such an odd character. "And this is how you escape?"

"It's new," she said as she opened her eyes. "Professor Snape said that the Olympians meditated daily, so I thought I'd try it out. Only I'm having trouble focusing. I'm not really sure where to focus exactly." She stood up, stretching. "I think I may ask one of them how they stay focused with all the noise around them."

Harry saw the logic, and nodded in agreement. "They seem like a very depressed bunch, but I suppose that's normal given the circumstances." He looked down at Luna. "I just wonder how they're going to settle here. I heard most of their professors were killed in battle."

"Yes that is quite sad." They started towards the castle, seeing some of the Olympians roaming the grounds already. They all had changed into white tank tops and black athletic pants that fell loosely down their bodies in a material that looked like silk. Their house symbols were on the left breast of their tops, but they didn't seem segregated. "It will be an odd year Harry, for all of us."

"When isn't it?" he questioned. He saw Ron and Hermione coming their way, holding hands. "Put on a smile Luna. The Stephford couple is coming."

"Way ahead of you, Harry," she sighed, plastering a fake smile on her face.

***

Like Hogwarts, there was also a trio within Olympian Academy. Well the trio used to have four people, but that one person was gone from their lives. It used to be two students from the House of Apollo and two students from the House of Artemis. Now it was two from Apollo and one from Artemis. The three lost a friend, one a boyfriend.

The three stood at the lake, single red roses in their hands. They wore the same thing, the tank tops and shorts, barefoot.

The first student, a child of Apollo, was a tall young man at the age of sixteen. He was six foot three, very muscular, and had short blonde hair where the roots were the color of sand. His hazel eyes stared out onto the lake, and his lips were set in a hard line. He had burns on his torso from a curse, and also little nicks here and there on his tanned flesh from some bushes he had to hide in before he was sure the Death Eaters were gone. "We'll miss you," he said softly, placing his rose into the water. It drifted off with the tide. His name was Dustin, and he was placed in Apollo's house for his prophetic nature.

The second, on the right of the center young man, was the only girl of the group. She was the older of the two girls in the House of Artemis, and her black hair was now up in a loose bun. There was a gash on her back from a slicing curse, and some burns from the same burning curse that had hit Dustin on her porcelain skin. Her name was Rafaella and she was put in Artemis' house for her love of animals and wild nature. She kneeled down and placed her rose in the water. "Apollo should be proud. You died the death any warrior would have wanted to." She stood up, and placed her hand on the middle occupant.

The third was a young man with cinnamon colored hair with the tips dyed a midnight blue. His usual tanned skin had paled slightly, and his almost black eyes were rimmed in red from crying. He wiped his nose, and hissed softly. There was a few cuts on his cheeks that hadn't heeled all the way. He also had some bruises on his back from landing into the academy's walls, and there was a wrap on his arm where his flesh had been torn off. He fell to his knees, staring at the rose for a long while. He hadn't noticed his two best friends sitting down beside him with their arms around them, or the few students from Hogwarts staring at the sight. "I love you so much," he sniffled. "You were my everything." He placed the rose in the water and watched the flower until it was gone from his sight. "May the Gods and Goddesses watch over your soul." He was place in Apollo's house for he had the voice of an angel, and his love of music.

"Zane, are you okay to stand?" asked Rafaella in a soft voice. She worried about her friend. He had just lost his own boyfriend before his own eyes. "We can stay here for a while if you like," she offered after he didn't speak. She looked to Dustin for help.

"Come on man," he said after a while. "We'll have Mentor Nico make you come of his tea. We can all use some." That didn't work either. He just continued to stare at the waters. Dustin gave Rafaella a nod, and they both lifted Zane up from the ground.

They started to explore the ground with Zane in the middle since he didn't seem in the mood for anything and they wanted to keep an eye on him. They received odd stares from the students, probably because of the fact that they were literally dragging Zane around with them. "So how's Gryffindor?" Rafaella asked as they walked the hallways. It was cool in the shade, and the air wasn't as sticky.

"It's okay," answered Dustin. "Professor McGonagall is a no nonsense type of woman. Although she seems nice and offered to be a shoulder to lean on per say. We were approached by this red head and this girl named Hermione. Greek name you know." He shrugged, frowning slightly. "How's the Slytherin's?"

"Well," sighed the girl, "There are a lot of troubled souls. They're very aristocratic, and keep to themselves. It's like they're studying us or something. Snape told us that if we needed any calming draughts to come to him and not Madam…Pomfrey I think her name is. I guess she's the school healer." She took a strand of her side bangs that was hanging in her eyes and tucked it in her hair.

"I heard she's a bitch at times," said Zane. He started walking on his own, not slugging around. "But she does good work. Patched up Danny nicely when we came here." Danny was a third year in Athena's house.

"How's Annabelle holdin' up?" asked Dustin. Annabelle was the youngest, a second year, of the House of Artemis. She was a tiny thing, with a veela heritage. Anyone could tell with her long blonde hair, bright hazel eyes, and the look of an angel.

"Shaken up, but she's with friends right now," sighed Rafaella as they rounded the corner to the courtyard. "The boys are looking after us when we're not sleeping, but I will sleep with my wand under my pillow." She really needed to meditate, to get all the depression out of her system.

Dustin looked out onto the courtyard. There were many students there just chilling out and smiling. He did notice that all of the different houses didn't mold together. They seemed to converse mostly with the ones in their house. There were the few exceptions, but that was about it. It was an odd sight. "This place is so different. Like I don't know if I can live here. Their aura's are crazy." Part of being prophetic meant that Dustin could see the emotions emitting from people if he tried. He was almost doing it by second nature, but it was still a work in progress. "There is a lot of joy, but so much, I don't know, like, apprehension."

"Probably 'cause we're here," added Zane.

"Or probably because this Voldemort dude," she noticed some people cringed in close distance, "Is basically making them shit themselves in fear."

"True," the guys agreed in unison. They stopped to the entrance of the hall and saw Gabi talking to the gamekeeper Hagrid. He was showing her a rather huge looking dog.

"I'm going for a run," Rafaella said with a smile from the sight. "Care to join me?" She spun around before running towards the way they came. The guys shrugged before following her. They needed a good run anyway.

***

Later that night, Harry found himself sitting at the Gryffindor table, with his housemates, staring at two boys across from him with entrance. One was named Dustin and the other was Zane. Ron and Hermione had been literally boasting about the two ever since they found Luna and himself near the forest. He noticed that Dustin seemed like a friendly guy, and that Zane just sort of kept to himself. He had an earring in his left ear, he noticed, that was of the sun. That was one of Apollo's symbols if he remembered correctly. He also noticed that the Olympians had changed clothing again. Now they wore a white dress shirt, the men wearing pants and the girls wearing rather short skirts, and their jackets had gone from knee length to waist. The symbols were still the same, as was the light material.

"Do you worship these gods and goddesses?" inquired Hermione after swallowing down some roasted chicken.

"Magic was made by them, they were the first wizards you know," answered Dustin. At their confusion, he sighed. "The reason they were worshipped was because of their affinity to certain things. They were all wizards and witches, but were worshipped as gods because muggles had no word for people like them." He took a bite of his salad. "Magic created them, and they still live to this day. They gift us with magic just as God gifts muggles with life."

"I don't believe it," commented Hermione stubbornly.

"Then please, humor me," scoffed Zane. It was the first time he had spoken. "Explain muggleborns and squibs." He waited for her response, but she just looked dumbfounded. "Exactly."

Harry smirked in his goblet before taking a bite of potatoes. "Are you liking it here?" When he told them he was Harry Potter, he had expect them to gap. They didn't though. In fact they treated him like he was a regular person. It was a nice surprise, and Harry liked it.

"It's different," confessed Dustin. He peered over at Rafaella who was gripping her fork a little too tightly. "We'll get used to it though."

"Who was the girl you were talking to earlier?" asked Ron as he stuffed his face with some steak. He had noticed Zane kept glancing over at her, and Ron thought she was rather attractive. Hermione was okay, but she was something new. He loved Hermione, but the new girl was something nice and new to look at. Even though he knew he couldn't have her.

"Rafaella," said Zane. "It's sad she wasn't placed here along with us." He tried to smile but really didn't succeed. It ended more in a grimace. "She's Artemis' child, not Apollo's."

Harry smiled at Zane. He seemed very nice, but he could tell he was a bit broken. His eyes were puffy, and he wasn't eating much. He plate was virtually untouched. Those were signs of depression, something Harry knew all too well. He reached over and picked up a bowl of fruit. Setting it down in front of Zane, he watched as the boy looked up at him. "One of our professors said that your school had lots of fruit. Maybe this will help," he grinned helpfully. Zane seemed as if he was remembering something, and there was a hint of a smile. Harry silently thanked Professor Sprout.

"Thank you," he almost whispered before taking a strawberry and eating it. Dustin gave Harry a very relieved grin which Harry returned. Something had happened to the boy, and Harry would do whatever to make him feel better.

***

Dinner wasn't much of an occasion to Rafaella. The rest of Artemis' house was spread around the table as if the Slytherin's purposely wanted to separate them. She saw Annabelle attempting to ignore some of the second years asking her questions, and the raven haired girl wanted to walk over to her and have her sit by her. Then Nick kept staring at her from across the way. Nick was a dark haired seventeen year old with curly hair, and brown eyes. He was lean, and had a long scar on his neck from a run in a long time ago. No one really knew the story, but gossipers thought the scar was from his own father.

That was only a few hours ago, and now she was sitting in front of a green fire staring into its depth. Nick, the twins Heath and Nathan, were exploring the school still. Annabelle was with some of her friends so she was alone. She had remained silent during dinner, not trusting the Slytherins. One thing about Olympians was that they were taught to be wary of their surroundings and the people around them. It was like Headmaster Drennon was training them to be spies.

She picked up her cup of mango tea, sipping it when she heard someone clear her throat. That entire group, no matter how hard she ignored them, kept coming back to pester her. How she was going to go about the year without hexing them was beyond her.

"What?" Rafaella finally asked in annoyance. She could feel their stares on her.

"We found out your name is Rafaella," came a rather annoying voice. It was Pansy. She knew that from the fact that the girl kept saying her name over and over.

"Good for you." Rafaella turned around so that she was face the group. Their names were Blaise, Draco, Crabbe, Goyle (she never got their first name), and, of course, Pansy. "Would you like a cookie?" She wandlessly levitated her tea until it was in front of her, taking it in her hands. She sipped, waiting for an answer.

"You don't have to be a bitch," sneered Pansy.

"You're right," she agreed. She then grinned at her with an evil twinkle in her eyes. "But it's just so much more fun to be one, don't you think?"

"We understand your…snaky attitude towards us. I would be the same in your situation," said Blaise. "But I would like to offer my condolences to you. No one should see their friends die." Rafaella stared at him for a long moment, nodding a thanks. "Also since we'll be having the same classes I wanted to know if I could escort you. Someone knew could easily get lost."

She eyed him warily. "Children of the Olympians are known for their keen skill of direction. I'm sure I'll be able to find the classes easily. If I ever do need help, I'll just find a professor." She watched as Nick came into the common room, and he stopped when he saw her surrounded by the snakes.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," apologized Nick while approaching the group. "Headmaster Drennon wishes to speak with us," he looked at Rafaella with a knowing look in his eyes.

"If you'll excuse me," Rafaella said before leaving the Slytherin's and running out into the dungeon halls with Nick right behind her.

In the common room, Draco stared into the fire before speaking. "She's an interesting one," he commented. "I suggest we try and recruit her into the Dark Lord's service."

"It'll be hard, with your assignment and everything," said Pansy with a sigh. She ran her hands through his hair, but he jerked his head away. No matter how hard she tried, Draco never liked her.

"Still," said Draco. "It'll be good to ally ourselves with the school. Severus himself said they were more advanced." He thought of the way his father thought, and stroked his chin thoughtfully. "They could be a much use to us."

Blaise nodded. "I'll just use some of my charm." He wore a smug smile, and polished his nails against his uniform. "It will be rather simple with the girls." He turned his attention to Pansy who nodded in acceptance to charm the men.

"You do that." Draco went back to staring at the fire, wondering what had Rafaella so fascinated in it. "I just wonder why people jump to conclusions when there is no proof."

Crabbe and Goyle shifted in their seats, and the other two just shrugged. It was a mystery indeed.

***

Zane woke up with a jolt within his new home with cold sweat dripping down his body. His breathing was ragged, and his nose stung as an onslaught of tears fell down his cheeks. All those memories of his face just smiling down upon him was too much to take. Every time he closed his eyes all he could see was those warm chocolate eyes staring down upon him with so much love it made his heart ache. Why of all people? Why did he have to be the one to leave? Maybe if he was more careful when battling none of this would've ever happened.

He took his wand, placing a Muffliato upon his bed so no one heard his sobbing. He clutched at his pillow, tears soaking the fabric. "Why did you leave me?" he asked in a mere whisper. "You promised you'd never leave me."

For the next three hours, Zane laid in his bed repeating those two sentences. He didn't notice the pair of green eyes staring back his shaking form from the bed next to his. The only thing he really did notice was the sun's rays creeping upon the castle's ground. He canceled the spell, dried up his tears, and got up just as Dustin did. It was time to get back into the routine of things. No matter how depressed he was.


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