Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter either. It belongs to its creator J.K. Rowling and probably Warner Bros. too. I'm not too sure about that. This piece of literature is simply the work of a humble fan.

:Author Notes:

This will be leaning more toward alternate reality. It will have the same characters just a different spin on things. If you're not a fan or strong cursing or maybe even violence and bloodshed then there is a good chance that this story isn't for you.

"There is nothing beyond the sky. It simply is and goes on and on. And we play all of our games beneath It." Allie Crawford, Taken

Potter

Chapter One: Beneath the Sky

By: Water Mage

Almost ten years had passed since that day Harry was given to Killian McKnight as a gift. Killian had adopted Harry that very same week. What normally would have taken a much longer process took only a few days for Killian to adopt Harry. All he had to do was simply call in and pull certain strings. Nothing was too out of reach for a McKnight. Harry was brought up knowing that same statement. Killian had raised Harry as if he was his own flesh and blood son, spoiling him with all the finest thing's money could buy. It was only because of the company around him that Harry never let any of it go to his head.

From a young age, Harry had known he was adopted and where his father's money came from. It was never a secret that was kept from him. The constant assassination attempts to he and his fathers life was a normal thing for Harry growing up. With Harry being Killian's heir many people wanted him taken out. All such attempts had failed thanks to the Archangels, Killian's specially trained group of men that guarded he and Harry like bodyguards. Even when the Archangels weren't around Harry and Killian were a formidable pair. Under his father Harry had been trained in the diverse ways of martial arts. Also under his father's two best assassins Todd and Dylan, Harry had been taught how to shoot firearms and numerous ways to kill a person with one.

Harry awoke, yawning loudly. He rolled onto his back trying to remember the dream he had. It had been so real almost like a memory that was out of reach. There had been a man with black hair who kept transforming into a big, black dog trying to get him to laugh. The more he tried to remember the dream the more it faded away into the further recesses of his mind.

Harry slowly got out of bed and walked across his room, tripping over shirts on the way, to the bathroom. Tiredly he began to brush his teeth and do his other morning rituals. He ran a brush through his black, long hair that fell between his shoulder blades. With well-practiced hands he tied it back into a ponytail. It was a tradition in the McKnight family that all males tie their hair back. Harry went back into his room, got dressed, and put on his glasses then set off downstairs to the dining room.

The two Archangels that guarded the door smiled at Harry in greeting as he entered the dining room. The dining room was very large just like the rest of the mansion he lived in. Typical wooden furniture decorated the room. In the middle of the room was a long table that was used for all meals. Harry walked to the end of the table where his father was currently reading the morning newspaper.

"Hi, Dad," greeted Harry, plopping down in the chair nearest Killian.

Killian put down the paper, smiling at Harry. "Good morning, kiddo."

Harry rolled his eyes good naturally at the old nickname. Killian had been calling Harry kiddo for as long as he could remember. kiddo"Do we have anything planed today, Dad?" asked Harry, eating the food that was placed in front of him by the kitchen worker.

Killian paused, thinking over his schedule. "There is a meeting I want you to sit in on."

"Awww, Dad!" Harry whined. He stopped complaining and began to smile mischievously. With over exaggerated movements he started pouting and for good measure he brought out the puppy eyes.

Killian shook his head, smiling at Harry. "That's not going to work, kiddo."

Harry looked at his father as if appraising him. "The force is strong in you, it is."

"How about this," said Killian, laughing at Harry's joke. "After the meeting I'll take you to the amusement park."

Inside Harry was jumping up and down at the prospect of going out with his father. Outside he pretended to think over the offer. "You drive a hard bargain, Batman. Throw in some cotton candy and you have yourself a deal."

"Deal," replied Killian, he smiled as Harry stuck out his little hand so they could shake on it.

One would have thought the two were just an average family if they witnessed them together. They were just like any other father and son. They laughed and joked around. The only thing that separated them from a normal family was the crime, millions of dollars, and constant threats on their life.

Two hours later Harry was bored as hell. Every time he sat in on his father's meeting's he always got bored. Harry knew that one day he was going to take over for his father, and he had to know how the business was run, but right now he was eleven and he really didn't give a flying fuck about mergers or how much stock was invested in pharmaceuticals. The only thing that got Harry through the meetings was the faces that he made at the Archangels. When no one was looking they made faces back at him.

Harry sat up straighter in his seat, as his father looked his way. He gave a weak grin and turned his focus back on. Killian gave the man who sat on the other side of the table a hard look. In his hands were reports about money that had been taken from one of his companies. There was only one person who had access to this certain company's finances.

"Rupert, do you want to tell me why the fuck am I short a quarter of a million dollars?" Killian asked, staring hard at Rupert Thomas, one of his oldest firm directors.

Rupert gasped, clenching the armrest of his chair tightly. Fear started to make its way into his gaze. Harry placed a hand in front of his mouth to conceal his smile. This was what he had been waiting on. Now things were going to get interesting.

"No—No… I mean I don't know, sir," Rupert stuttered.

Killian leaned forward in his seat, leveling Rupert with a cold stare. His green eyes stared into the frightened brown ones. "Why in the hell are you lying you son of bitch? If you don't tell me in five seconds where the fuck my money is... I'll kill your fat ass and then burn down your house. With your family in it."

"One."

"Mr. McKnight…"

"Two."

"Sir, I swear I don't know!"

"Three."

"Please, I'm telling you I don't know!"

"Four."

"Alright! Alright! I took it...All of it...I was going to put it back...I swear."

Killian sat back in his chair. He smiled at Rupert who was sweating and shaking in his seat as if it were cold in the room. Rupert was so frightened that he couldn't even meet Killian's gaze. Killian tapped his fingers against the wooden mahogany table as he did sometimes when he was coming to a decision.

"Rupert...Rupert...Rupert," said Killian, sighing. "I really thought you could be trusted. I guess not." Killian gestured to the two Archangels that stood on either side of the door. They stepped from their post and moved silently behind Rupert. Killian's eyes turned cold and his voice grew hard. "…Kill him."

The guards grabbed Rupert and roughly hefted him up from his seat. Rupert turned scared eyes to Killian. "I thought you said if I told you, I and my family would be spared."

"Did I?" questioned Killian, cocking his head. "I must have meant just your family."

He made a motion with his hand and the guards dragged Rupert from the room. His terrified screams could be heard as they dragged his struggling body down the long hallway. Harry turned to his father, grinning from ear to ear. He was practically bouncing in his seat from his contained excitement. Killian rolled his eyes, smiling at his son's actions. He knew what Harry was anxious about.

"Can we go now, Dad?" asked Harry, grinning. "Remember you promised."

"I know. I know. Let me change clothes first," he replied, gesturing to the black suit that he wore.

An hour later they were ready to go. Killian ordered the Archangels to remain at the mansion, since he wanted time alone with his son. He and Harry could take care of themselves when they had to. For extra safety, Killian had two Glocks secured in holsters under the leather jacket he wore… just in case

It was a very sunny Saturday afternoon and the amusement was crowded with couples on dates and families looking for a good time. Harry was having such a wonderful time, since he hadn't been to an amusement park in over a year and that hadn't even been with his father. It was with his class and they were on a field trip to see the intricate workings of park rides. Everything was going perfect, but like most perfect things it was too good to last.

Harry and Killian were riding the Ferris wheel, and right as they got to the top it suddenly lurched to a stop. Harry's jaw dropped as he looked down to the ground at the confused and baffled seeming park workers. "Bloody hell! Dad, we're stuck up here."

"I kind of figured that when the ride stopped, Harry," answered Killian dryly.

Harry blushed rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Oh, yeah. That's right." Harry glared at the unmoving ride. "I really wanted to go on more rides with you before the park closed. I wish this damn thing would work!" he said, hitting the side of the metal cart with his fist.

Harry felt a tingling sensation in his spine and something like static electricity spark from his fingers. The ride jerked and suddenly it began to move again like it had never stopped in the first place. Killian gave Harry a strange look. Harry mirrored the look with a confused one of his own. He shrugged helplessly.

"That was… strange," commented Killian, as they walked through the park after they got the off the Ferris wheel.

"It was just a coincidence," stated Harry, talking more to himself than to his father. Killian gave him a strange look, but didn't voice his thoughts on the matter.

They returned home in time to eat a late dinner. As they ate at the dining room table an insistent tapping from the window disturbed their meal. They looked to the window and blinked in surprise seeing a large brown-feathered owl flying outside the window. In its beak it had a brown envelope. Killian gestured to one of the Archangels in the doorway to let the bird in. The window was opened and the bird flew straight to Harry. Soon as the bird's target was seen, four guns were trained on it just in case.

Harry took the offered envelope cautiously. On the front was his name written in green ink. He ripped it open and read the contents with curiosity.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter-McKnight,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find a list of
all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await you owl by no later
than July 31.
Your sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress

Harry's first reaction was to laugh at the absurdity of the letter, but then he started to really think the letter over. Strange things he never could explain had often happened around him. He never thought it was magic though. He could remember plenty of times that weird things had happened.Once, Harry had fallen out of a tree in the backyard. Instead of falling hard to the ground, he had seemed to go in slow motion and he softly landed on the ground as if he had floated light as a feather. He never thought about this event through. Harry had simply attributed it to his senses being skewed because he was falling from a twelve-foot drop.

Another time, Harry had been but a small child. His father had to go to work and leave Harry for the day. Harry didn't want his father to go and the next thing he knew his father was screaming into his phone about why didn't any cars in his garage work or was mysteriously out of gas. That day, had been the best. Killian had stayed home and played games all day with Harry.

And just today was another example of weirdness happening around him. He wanted so badly for the Ferris wheel to start working and it did. Harry's jaw dropped as these memories plus more flashed across his mind in a steady stream of odd events. Killian took the letter from a stunned Harry's hands. He read it over frowning at its contents. He looked back to his son who still hadn't moved yet.

"Harry?" he asked concerned.

Harry's brain couldn't deal with this information. Instead of focusing on the dilemma at hand, like him being a wizard. It focused on something else less important. Harry looked at his father in disbelief. "Who in the hell would call a school, Hogwarts!?"