A/N: I'm writing this first note before I even begin my story. This idea came to me suddenly when I was just relaxing to music, and I hope I can convey it properly. If anyone has a suggestion that they wish to convey throughout the story I am open to editing, though I have written a few chapters ahead. Updates should be about once a week, barring any writer's blocks, to allow pacing. Read and Enjoy!

Prologue: The Mysterious Letter

July 31st 1989, Cupboard under the stairs

Harry Potter had decided that he would stay up for his Birthday. It never was celebrated to the degree that his cousin Dudley enjoyed, but he still felt hopeful that this year would be the exception. The alarm on his broken wristwatch went off signaling that he was finally nine years old. Not a major achievement if you were to ask his Uncle Vernon, but Harry made a habit of not asking his Uncle anything if he could help it as it only resulted in a snarky comment and a less than friendly slap.

*tap tap tap*

Something was tapping on the metal grate that Harry had on the door to his tiny 'room' under the stairs. With only a little trepidation Harry sat up and did what usually seemed to work to open his door. He placed his hand over where the lock would be on the other side and felt a small tingling on his fingertips. The young boy had learned this trick two years ago when his Uncle had been in a particularly bad mood and locked him in his cupboard with no food for almost a full week. Figuring it had something to do with why his relatives called him a freak; Harry used the trick every night during his punishments to get food and water.

'What's this?' Harry thought to himself, picking up a small letter that was the only thing awaiting him on the other side of his door. In lovely script, the letter was quite clearly addressed to him.

Entertaining thoughts that had haunted him since he could remember of nicer relatives coming and saving him from his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, nervous little fingers ripped open the letter as quietly as he could. In the process, though he had taken care not to, his finger started bleeding from a paper cut. Sucking on his injured finger idly, he settled back into the comfiest corner of his cupboard to read the letter. Needless to say, his finger dropped out of his mouth in astonishment as he read the contents.

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! You do not know us, but we know of you. My name is Perenelle Flamel, and myself and my husband would like you to come live with us. We are distant relatives of your father. He would be quite furious with the treatment you have endured at the hands of your Aunt and Uncle. I promise that we will not treat you like they have so if you agree to this just take some of the blood that should be coming from a cut on your right hand's index finger and swipe it across the seal at the bottom of this letter.

Loves and Kisses,

Perenelle and Nicolas Flamel

'Is this a dream?' Harry asked himself as he examined his right index finger. The letter had obviously known that he would cut his finger. He was almost scared to follow the instructions, but soon he felt he had no choice.

"Boy! Why is your light on!" came the thunderous roar of Vernon Dursley as his footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Harry almost squeaked, and hoped that the letter wasn't lying as he swiped his finger across the seal of two lions who looked as if they were guarding a diamond. A hook seemed to grab him behind his navel, and the last image he saw of the accursed cupboard under the stairs was the door being thrown open to reveal Vernon's shocked face.

-Fin-

A/N: VERY short chapter, I know. But this is simply an introduction to the premise of the story. Harry is being whisked away from his abusive relatives and into the care of Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel! What could happen? Only I know at the moment :P

The next chapter should already be up, so I won't keep you in suspense very long.