Introductory Chapter for Harry Potter and the Secrets Untold

(Hmm…I wonder how many millions of stories have this title…)

Summary - Harry Potter's sixth year at Hogwarts...Oh, the rapture...but something's very different. For one, there are four exchange students from every corner of the world. Two girls, two boys, each going to different houses. How will they cope? What to do with them and the new DADA student-teacher who is more than what he appears. (he's exactly who you don't expect!;-) ) Plus, a terrible plot has been brewing since the aborigines discovered sinister creatures and the trees that aided them…how will everything add up?

Hello. I see you have found your way into the first story of my series. Everything I write is Post-OotP. Please, beware, there are spoilers lurking behind every corner.

Disclaimer: I own four students and a professor…that's all I'll ever be able to own. I don't even think I own them…Harry, Ron, Hermione and the rest of those beloved characters were not figments of my imagination. They will always be JK Rowling's.

I tried my hardest to make my OCs original and not Mary Sue-ish or Gary Stu-ish. I might jump around a bit, but when I wrote this, I was an amateur writer. I still am, but I've gotten better by reading other fanfics over the last few months. Thank you to all who posted fantabulous stories! You've really inspired me. And now, for the narrator of our story, Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, the Funness!

A stranger approaches you in the night,
She looks you straight in the face,
As she says, "Listen to me,
I'll tell you a story,
I can take you to a different time and place."

She is the Funness,
Don't you scoff at her name,
Her label makes her not who she is,
Just like the cover gives not the book its fame.

(A/N: Fina-freakin-ly I edit this thing…sorry about any discrepancies from before…like the Gryffindor Door House affair…I really tried to change it, but it was being stupid…:-p)

It was one of the darkest nights Privet Drive had ever seen this summer. All of Surrey was experiencing a sudden blackout. In one of the houses, a resident was looking out his window, sighing heavily at the thought of the next month and a half.

His name was Harry Potter and he was fifteen years old. Hair like charcoal grew skewed atop his head. His bangs almost covered his glasses that were the windows to his stoplight green eyes. He wasn't very tall, but that never bothered him, for because he was the way he was, he could play his favorite position in his favorite spot. You'd think, from the look of him, that he'd be a very normal person. You'd be wrong.

Of all his normal appearances, there were things that just weren't normal about Harry Potter. For one, he had a lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead, and Harry Potter was a wizard. His destiny and past are most unusual as well, even in the wizarding world.

He walked to his window when he noticed an owl, his owl, awaiting entry into his room.

"Hello, Hedwig," Harry greeted as he opened his window.

Hedwig answered with a click of her beak. She stuck out her leg, as if telling Harry to get his letter off her leg.

It was from one of his best friends, Hermione Granger.

'Dear Harry,

I hope you're well. Do not try to contact me in any way after this letter. I'm sorry but I'm going to be unavailable for quite some time. I hope you won't be too angry. I mean, of course, I didn't think you would be, but I wanted you to know that I wish you a very happy birthday, even though I'm a little early.

Tell Ron I said hello, will you?

Love from,
Hermione'

Though he'd thought this letter odd, he wasn't angry with Hermione. He didn't even know why she would think he would be mad at her.

'Okay, so…maybe last year I was a tad moody and difficult…' he realized.

Before Harry went to sleep, he emptied his mind as practice for Occlumency.

These days, at the Dursleys' house, Harry's aunt, uncle, and cousin were on tenterhooks when around him because of the threat the auror, Mad-eye Moody, made to their family if members of the Order of the Phoenix ever even guessed Harry was being mistreated. It reminded Harry sadly of the summer of his third year, once the Dursleys found out Harry's godfather was a mass murderer, which wasn't the truth, anyway.

'They don't have to worry about him, now…' Harry thought darkly as he reminisced about just a couple weeks ago. His godfather had fallen through some sort of veil, after he'd been cursed by Bellatrix Lestrange. Everyone thought him dead.

Harry had come to terms with his grief (not as well as he hoped, though,), but that didn't stop him from being resentful from time to time.

His cousin, Dudley, was actually being nicer to him, and not, as Harry had thought in the first place, because of Mad-eye. Perhaps Dudley realized Harry had saved his life last summer, rather than endangered it.

The Dursleys still had no idea why Harry insisted on watching the six o'clock news. Harry knew it would do no good to tell them. They had enough to worry about without thinking about a madman trying to kill all the muggles and Harry.

Despite everything that happened in the last year, Harry still couldn't wait to get back to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was, after all, his real home to him.

Nothing really changed between the dates when he got Hermione's letter and he got his OWLs.

'Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to announce that you have been selected for a Student-Teacher Defense against the Dark Arts class under Professor Blade for Gryffindor sixth years. We acknowledged your position last year in an organization called DA, and that your teaching abilities proved themselves about a month ago when a few of your students showed extreme progress.

Enclosed are your grades from your examinations.

Potions = O-
Charms = E
Transfiguration = E-
Divination = D
Defense Against The Dark Arts = O
History of Magic = A
Care of Magical Creatures = E
Astronomy = P
Herbology = E

OWLs received = 7

Your new preparatory classes are listed below.

NEWT Preparatory Potions (taught by Professor Snape)
NEWT Preparatory Charms (taught by Professor Flitwick)
NEWT Preparatory Transfiguration (taught by Professor McGonagall)
NEWT Preparatory Defense Against the Dark Arts (taught by Professor Blade)
NEWT Preparatory History of Magic (taught by Professor Binns)
NEWT Preparatory Care of Magical Creatures (taught by Professor Hagrid)
NEWT Preparatory Herbology (taught by Professor Sprout)

Additional Classes picked because of career choice:

So you want to be an auror?
Occlumency (taught by Professor Dumbledore)
Instruction on what to teach for DADA (taught by Professor Blade)
Illustration of Auror Training (taught by Professor McGonagall)

On another note, you are now Quidditch captain of Gryffindor House. I expect to win the Cup, again, this year, Mr. Potter.

Hope you enjoy your holiday,

Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress'

"Yeah!" Harry exclaimed quietly as he saw he was going to be quidditch captain, and teaching Defense against the Dark Arts. Surely, Dumbledore had to have had a say in the Student-Teacher position. As he read the rest of the letter, he was shocked by the O- he received in potions. He thought he'd done alright, but he knew Snape didn't allow anyone to continue his class unless they got an O on their OWL. Harry was slightly annoyed that he couldn't pick his own additional classes and which classes he dropped or saved. He would have dropped History of Magic.

He was almost positive Hermione got enough OWLs to do anything, and Ron would have done as well as he.

Once again, he cleared his mind as practice, and went to sleep.