Hello again readers; my name is K.A.R.R and this is my rewrite of the Jade Porter series. Before the story beings, I would like to announce that I own none of the Harry Potter characters except for my own. The ones I do own are the new students, their teachers, parents, and of course the main characters: Jade Porter, Herman Longbottom, and Rhonda Wesley. This story is a break off Harry Potter, where their great grandchildren take up their roles as students at Flame Haze Academy of Magic, a sister school of Hogwarts; once it was rebuilt of course.

F.H. Academy is an academy that teaches battle magic, a new form of magic created during the time of the famed Harry James Potter (the Man-Who-Defeated-Voldemort).

The story that you read before was the pilot, I wanted to see how many people viewed the story, I don't mind not having many reviews, but I will thank you for your help and pointers.

The life of Jade Lilith Porter is similar to that of her great grandfathers, Harry James Potter. Both her parents were killed by the Dark Witch, the grand daughter of Voldemort. The night of their deaths, Jade was kidnapped by the headmistress of Salem's School of Witchcraft because of the power Jade held over half of the magical continent of Europe and a small portion of the Americas. The headmistress then placed Jade with her lackeys to break down whatever chance of happiness or friendship the child received. The headmistress planed on using Jade to gain power over those who opposed her, then kill Jade off later. However, things don't go in her favor, which you'll see why in the up coming chapters.

Now sit back, grab a bag of chips, with some soda and enjoy the story…

Chapter One: Letters and Explanations

The first rays of the morning sun pierced through the remnants of a low fog that settled around Reed Drive. The scene itself was rather peaceful; birds greeted the new day with cheerful songs, pollen speckled cars sat in their driveways, and the once emerald green grass was now an eerie yellow.

The morning sunshine streamed through the bedroom window and crept across the face of thirteen-year-old Jade Porter. She slowly slipped out of her bed rubbing sleep from her large, lavender eyes. Her messy yet elegant, ebony, hair was sticking up in several places. Her rosy cheeks flushed from a good nights sleep.

Jade Porter was an orphan, who was currently living with her Aunt Evelyn, the most evil woman on the face of the planet, and her daughter Dianne. As soon as she was potty trained and was able to walk, her aunt put her to work around the house, at the age of three. Her aunt would always pick out jobs for her to do, from her evil twisted heart. This was usually a long list of chores, too many for anybody to handle, least of all a young girl, she was stuck working while her aunt and cousin sat in front of the television or ate all day. She had become their personal slave, unloved, and mostly unwanted, that if you counted the household chores.

"Get down here now, Jade!" Aunt Evelyn yelled up the stairs.

'Geese Aunt Evelyn must be part banshee because she's killing my ear.' Jade thought grumpily as she slowly

Ten minutes later a scuffling sound made the residents of number 17 look up from there plates. Sitting at the table were two people, her Aunt Evelyn, and her cousin Dianne.

Aunt Evelyn had flaxen hair, blue eyes, and she was indolent. Her long mess of curls hugged her fat face.

Dianne had short black hair tipped with brown, her eyes was sandy brown. She was short, and plump. She was a spoiled brat that always got whatever she wanted, yet to her mother she was a little angle.

Just when Jade finished fixing herself a bowl of Trix's, she could see the mail truck driving off in the distance.

"Get the mail, Jade." Aunt Evelyn grunted.

Jade sighed and left a full bowl of cereal on the table, she knew that by the time she got back that it would be gone because of Miss Piggy, her cousin. When she got to the mailbox, she found four letters: A post cart for Aunt Evelyn from Uncle Richard, a letter for Dianne and 2 envelopes for Jade. "Huh?" Being as curious as she opened the yellow envelope first, on the back was a large letter S, written in messy yet neat scrip; she began to read:

Salem's School of Witchcraft

Headmistress: Jamie A. Kent

Dear Ms. Porter,

We are pleased to announce that you have been accepted to Salem's School of Witchcraft.

Term begins August 1st. Enclosed with this letter is a school supply list.

Yours truly,

Maxwell L. Baxter

Deputy Headmaster

Jade looked at the next envelope, on the back was the schools crest: it had flames coming up from the bottom, Phenix with it about to take flight, upon it neck was a necklace or band of some sort with a jewel in the center and in the upper right was a symbol of fire. The last thing she saw was an F written in an elegant script in the bottom right corner.

Flame Haze Academy of Magic

Release the Light

Dear Ms. Porter,

We would like to offer you a place in our school, Flame Haze Academy of Magic. Our school is located on Atlantis, yes it dose exists but only a select few know where it resides; this way we have less people knowing where our school is and in return it protects the students from being attacked by those who mean us harm.

Flame Haze is a well rounded school that don't take to kindly to discrimination, like our sister schools Hogwarts and Salem. Here we work as equals weather were from wealthy Puritan families, or born of a Meta (half-blood) and a Muritor (mortal-born).

It has come to our knowledge that you are unaware of your heritage as a witch. Knowing that you may have questions, we have taken the liberty of including a few brochures that might be of interest to you. With a two-way parchment, that relay's any questions you may have.

If you wish to accept our offer just write 'accept' at the foot of this parchment, your reply will be relayed back to our copy here at Flame Haze. School term begins 3 August; we hope you choose our school.

Sincerely,

Edmond Hopewell

Headmaster

After pocketing her letters, she sorted the rest and went into the house, hoping that her aunt would not find her hidden letters. Once in her room, Jade went back to the parchment and looked over the story of her parents' death. Her Aunt had always told her that they had died in a raid. But if the parchment was to be believed, they were wizards and heroes, her Aunt must have known; that must be why they hated her. She was a witch.

Well she wasn't going to put up with it any longer. She was going to go to school and learn magic; she was going to make her parents proud. Pulling the acceptance letter over to her, a thought occurred to her and she deflated. How was she going to pay for everything? Her Aunt wasn't going to… She wouldn't even buy her new clothes. Grabbing the question parchment, she asked…

How am I supposed to pay for everything? Where do I get all the supplies?

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That's an easy answer young miss. Your parents left you a large inheritance. All you need to do is go to Aurora Bank and prove who you are. A simple blood test does this, they will then retrieve your key, wherever it may be, and give you the information on your bank accounts and worldly possessions. On New Hope Boulevard, Aurora Bank is located in Waterfall City, accessible though the Moon Light Lounge. All the shops you will need to go to are located on Waterfall City, Salem Square, Hogsmed, or Moon Cat Alley.

An inheritance- her Aunt can't have known about that or she would have taken it away. Getting the letter, Jade hesitated for only a fraction of a second before writing 'Accept' on the bottom. Instantly more writing appeared on the letter.

Thank you for accepting our invitation. This letter can be used as a portcard to Aurora and the school. To get to Aurora simply press the directional buttons on the card to the place you want to go, a picture of that area will appear with its name written along the top, and press the green button to activate the portal (you can also get your portcard updated at a local card booth in any village square you visit). One of our staff members will come pick you up on Saturday morning. We look forward to seeing you here at our school.