A/N: Hello this is my first fanfic. It's basically a Harry Potter rewrite. I'd appreciate some feedback (Negative or Positive, doesn't really matter).
I also don't have a beta, I've done some proof reading myself but there might be a few mistakes, which I apologize for.
There will be quite a few changes in this AU of mine. Here's a list of the ones that I have made now.
1) Students attend Hogwarts at age 10.
2) Harry and Ginny are in the same year.
3) Harry, in my universe, was born on 1st March 1980 and Ginny Weasley on 31st March 1980.
4) Ron is a year older than canon.
5) Harry isn't a Horcrux.
There's absolutely no reason for the above mentioned changes except that I wanted to try something no one/not many have before.
Note from September 3rd 2022: This fic is divided into two Arcs which are further divided into Parts.
For Arc I,
Part I to Part III has 10 chapters.
Parts IV and V have 15 chapters.
Parts VI and VII have 20 chapters.
The details for Arc II will be given on the first chapter of that Arc when the fic is complete.
Lastly,
I do NOT own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. That belongs to JKR. This is a Fanfic, not the real deal.
I am only going to put the above disclaimer here. I'm not going to repeat it, but I hope you remember it.
So without further ado, here's Chapter 1
A Song of Lightning and Fire
Arc I: Hogwarts
Part I: The Philosopher's Stone
March 1st, 1990
Walking down a suburban street in Surrey at three in the afternoon, Albus Dumbledore was having a very good day. Just an hour ago he'd gotten Quirinus Quirrell to accept the Defence Against the Dark Arts post at Hogwarts for the next year. Hiring teachers for that subject was proving to be quite the hassle nowadays.
Everything else at Hogwarts had been going smoothly as well. The letters to all the Muggleborn students had gone off without a hitch and Minerva was out explaining the concept of Magic to the students and their parents. Albus, however, had a mission of sorts.
At first he'd thought to send a letter, but that thought didn't exactly sit right with him, so he'd almost asked Hagrid, since Minerva was busy attending to the other Muggleborn students. But in the end, he'd decided to come himself, Merlin knew he needed to get out of his office more. And what better way to spend an afternoon than tell a Muggleborn/raised child about Magic.
This wasn't just any child though, Albus thought. Oh, no, this was the child of two of his favorite students from the class of 1970. This was the child of James and Lily Potter. This child was Harry Potter.
He only hoped that Petunia and her husband hadn't treated Harry poorly because of her jealousy towards her sister.
Last he'd heard from Lily, the two sisters had a somewhat cordial relationship. But that was a year before Lily's death so he hadn't known if Petunia's views on Magic changed since then. But he had no choice, he had to leave Harry be at this place. The Ministry wouldnt listen to him for one, and The Blood Protection could be a very valuable weapon in Harry's arsenal. The Dark Lord might be gone, but his followers were still out for his blood.
Soon enough, he found himself facing Number 4 Privet Drive. It was, Albus noted, quite... dull. All the houses in the area looked so similar that Albus was half convinced, for a moment, that he'd gotten the wrong address. He hadn't.
He could feel a magical presence in the house. A very powerful presence. In fact, the last time he'd felt this much raw power was from a young Tom Riddle...
Shaking his head to clear the bad memories, Albus waved his wand over himself to transfigure his bright purple robes into a blue suit that matched the blue trousers he was wearing for the day.
Stepping toward the door, he rang the bell twice and waited. Sooner than he was expecting, the door opened, and he came face to face (Well not actually face to face. The other man was a good head shorter than Albus) with a rather large man who, he assumed, was Vernon Dursley.
"Good afternoon," Albus greeted him politely.
"Afternoon," Vernon said in a gruff voice, looking him up and down, as though sizing him up. "What do you want?" He asked in kind.
Vernon hadn't taken the existence of Magic well, Albus remembered James telling him all those years ago, best not to antagonize the man.
"I have something I need to speak with you about. It is rather urgent. May I come in?" Albus asked.
Vernon's eyes narrowed in suspicion, but he opened the door anyway and Albus stepped in. The house was quite nicely decorated, the carpets were of fine quality, might be expensive too, but Albus had long since stopped paying attention to the prices of interior decor. The wallpaper seemed quite exquisite as well, there were paintings and photographs hung upon the wall, though, try as he might, he couldn't find a single one with Harry in them.
Vernon led Albus into the sitting room, and again, he found that it was decorated extremely well. It had been cleaned well, and recently too. In fact, most of it almost seemed new. But again, no pictures of Harry. He had a bad feeling about this.
Albus took a seat on the couch while Vernon sat himself on an Armchair- which sagged quite noticeably- to Albus' left.
"So, who are you? And what is this 'urgent matter' you needed to talk about?" Vernon asked.
"I did not expect you to remember me," Albus said politely. "But we have corresponded before. My name is Albus Dumbledore."
Immediately Vernon's eyes widened and his face turned a deep red colour. Before he could even fully process this, however, Vernon stood up and started ranting and screaming at him incomprehensibly. Though he did catch words like 'Freaks' and quite a few swear words that would certainly result in Minerva slapping him rather harshly, if he ever dared use them in her presence. He was quite used to people yelling and ranting at him though, so he simply decided to let the man tire himself out
"What do you want?" Vernon finally repeated his previous question. Albus noticed that there was a vein pulsing in his forehead, and he was sure it would burst any moment now.
"I wish to speak with your nephew," Albus said carefully, after a moment. "Harry Potter," he added, just in case the man had any other nephews Albus did not know about.
Vernon somehow managed to turn redder in anger, a feat, just a second ago, Albus thought to be impossible.
"What do you want with him?" Vernon growled.
"Well... He does have a right to know about the Magical World and all that comes with it. He is, after all, the child of two of the most capable mages of the last few decades," Albus said.
"Are you going to take him to that- that- Freaky school of yours?" Vernon asked.
'Freaky school' wasn't quite how Albus would choose to describe Hogwarts, but, by now he was well aware that he had to get Harry out of here. Fast. He had his suspicions, but he would keep them to himself until he saw the boy for himself. If his suspicions were true, however, then that meant he would need to have a rant of his own at Vernon and his wife to treat Harry properly from this point forth. He couldn't afford to move Harry out because of the Blood Protection, but he could, at least make sure Harry was well looked after.
"If he chooses to go, then yes, he will come to and stay at Hogwarts starting this year from September for seven years. Except for the summers, of course," he explained.
He watched as Vernon opened his mouth and prepared his ears for another rant. But the rant never came, instead Vernon asked, "He would stay at that School of yours?"
This wasn't what Albus expected, but he nodded anyway. That apparently seemed to appease the obese man a bit, because he simply said "I'll fetch the Boy," and left the room, leaving him to prepare for his meeting with The Boy-Who-Lived.
A/N 2: Thanks for making it this far. I don't know if I'm going to continue this but, again, I ask you to leave a review, I'd appreciate it.
See ya!!
