Summary: The wizarding world is threatened to exposure. The Order of Phoenix is a political and ideological organization working for the exposure of the wizarding world and the existence of magic to muggles. Lord Thomas Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort, is a man who is striving to keep the two worlds separate, no matter the cost. Harry Potter, child of an ancient Light family, whose parents are one of the main supporters of OoP. Their lives intertwine

Warnings: Eventual Slash, mature content, grammatical errors.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from this.


Prologue

It was his believe that the British wizards were too old-fashioned. Back when he was still living in England with his parents, he knew nothing of politics, of differences in magic, of anything really. But that was when he was naught but three years old.

The year he turned three, his world had completely changed. His brother Jason was born. He could still remember the first time he set his eyes upon the little ugly 'thing' that his mother fondly, yet deceptively called the second most beautiful thing she had set her eyes upon, him obviously being the first. To imagine that he might have looked like that when he was born…

He loved his brother. Regardless of the fact that he hadn't seen him for the past eight years. Jason was a mirror image of his mother, but with his father's eyes. With a temper as fiery as his crimson hair, Jason was a needy and moody child. It was no wonder that his parents tended to pay him more attention. He, himself, had always been quiet, preferring the company of books and house elves. Jason on the other hand, preferred the company of his parents and his godfather Sirius. Jason grew up to love mischief and pranks. He grew up to love knowledge, and above else, magic.

After Jason had been born his parents were forced to pay the newborn child more attention than their three year old heir, and as Jason grew up, he learned that he preferred it that way.

His mother, having been a muggleborn, believed in raising her children without the typical dependence on magic that the pureblood society was so fond of. They lived in the wizarding part of London and they had house elves, but that was as far as his mother was willing to go. His mother, Lilly, was not fond of the idea of having moving portraits of past family members in her house, he suspected that it was because most of them were all purebloods, neither did she want to introduce magic to her children early in their childhood, wanting them to grow up as ignorant as possible. He believed that this was because his mother was afraid of them becoming dependent on magic, as she believed the pureblood society to be, and wished for them to grow up without feeling superior because of magic.

While pureblood-born children were read stories of Merlin and Morgana, of unicorns and centaurs, of dragons and merefolk, he was being told of muggle fairy tales, with muggle unicorns, muggle dragons, evil witches and so on. His mother not only preferred muggle fairy tales to wizarding, but also muggle traditions and holidays. So while the wizarding world celebrated Yule, their family celebrated Christmas.

From when he was born and up to the point Jason was born, he knew little of magic. Mayhap he was a bit dim, now that he thought of it, for there have been several times that he saw his parents perform simple charms here and there, but for whatever reason he never questioned it then. He did not even remember if he preformed accidental magic before Jason's birth, and after… Well, by then he already taught himself to be discreet and to remain quiet.

At three, with the help of house elves, he taught himself to read. The library became his playground. Starting with fairy tales and history books he discovered a world full of magic and wonder.

His life changed once again when he was seven. His parents, after discovering their eldest son's passion for knowledge, believed him to be a genius. His mother was proud, while his father didn't even know what to do with him. In the end it was decided that it would be for the best to send him to India, to one of his mother's friends. Now that he thought about it, he wondered how they thought that sending their child to a foreign country to people that were not even family was 'for the best'. But for the best it was.

Marianne was a small, plump woman, full of live and joy, with a husband named Richard with graying hair and kind, wise eyes. They realized quickly that what he wanted was to learn, and so they indulged him by admitting him to a wizarding academy in Tibet.

Now he was fifteen. He was five foot five, with emerald green eyes and raven hair that he preferred to wear in a low pony tail that just barely brushed his shoulders. In his tanned hands he held a letter from his parents.

Harry James Potter was going back to England to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Damn.