A/N: This chapter will still be a bunch of flashbacks leading up to what happened to Harry during his fifth year.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the idea of the plot. So do not sue me for writing this story. Which is done completely out of fun!

Chapter One

It was a warm and sunny day in early July on 4 Privet Drive, Surrey. In one of the spare rooms, a young teenage boy stretched lazily on his bed. Thick, messy black hair fell over moonlight silver eyes. He had a long slash over his left eye and a funny lightning shape one on his forehead.

His name was Harry Potter, and he was a famous wizard in the magical world for defeating He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or Voldemort. Since then, he has been living with his muggle relatives in London.

He fingered the slash over his left eye. A little reminder for being so careless in his ninjitsu training. Harry looked at his reflection as his silver eyes glittered back like jewels. Maybe he should have told his friends at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry the truth about his life with the Muggles and maybe not use a glamor to hide his shimmering eyes?

Harry then got thoughtful as he thought about their reactions and shook his head, snickering at the thought.

They probably wouldn't believe him.

"Harry! It's time for breakfast!" Called his Aunt Petunia Dursely. "Coming!" He called. Harry then changed into a sleeveless dark blue muscle tee-shirt, baggy black short and black boots and headed downstairs. Years of training had given Harry a lean muscular body; something he liked a lot.

His slightly pudgy cousin Dudley Dursely was already down at the table, eating. The curly blond haired teen greeted Harry warmly. "Morning." He said with a mouthful of food. Harry chuckled. "Morning D." He teased.

As soon as Harry sat down, Petunia set a plate with pancakes and bacon in front of him. Petunia had thinning brown hair and dark eyes. His uncle Vernon looked up from the newspaper and smiled. "Planning on doing anything today boys?" He asked. "I was going to go to the pool with my friends this afternoon." Said Dudley.

Harry shrugged. "Nothing planned today." He mumbled. Petunia looked up from her cup of tea to see a barn owl sitting at the kitchen counter hooting softly. "Seems you have mail Harry."

The Gryffindor reached over to relieve the owl of its burden. It quickly flew off. Harry raised an eyebrow. It was an article off of the Daily Prophet. He scanned it before his silver eyes narrowed dangerously into slits.

"Esstrassssliga lasssita!" He hissed.

Dudley raised an eyebrow. He and his family knew about Harry being a Parseltongue. "I take it your not exactly happy?" He asked dryly. Growling, Harry forced out the article onto the table and the Dursley's read it silently. It read:

IS THE BOY-WHO-LIVED FINALLY GONE TO THE DARK SIDE?

"Those idiots don't understand is that I can't go dark." He grumbled. "Why?" Petunia questioned, curious and concerned. Harry sighed. "It's hard to explain." He frowned. "I guess the only way to explain it, it's in my blood. I can't go dark without either going insane or dying." He shrugged.

"Go figure."

:Train:

Harry took the last compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Somehow, he4 had a funny feeling this would be a bad year. Deciding that he had enough of hiding, he wouldn't be using his glamours anymore. That was for sure. The door to his compartment opened and a friend of his came in and slid into the seat in front of him.

"Well?" Harry asked.

The other boy; the same age and in the same year, sighed heavily. "I heard that Weasely and Granger were planning to warn the other houses that you had killed Cedric during the Third Task and have joined Voldemort."

Harry cursed. "I didn't think they would stoop so low." He grumbled. The other teen stood up and looked at him with concerned grey eyes. "You know Harry, if anything goes wrong, you're always welcome in our house." He said quietly. Harry smiled softly. "Catch ya later man." The teen nodded and left Harry behind.

Bugger.

He hated being right.

:Sorting:

Harry calmly sat at the Gryffindor table, looking around with a frown. Sure enough, the Hufflepuff's, Ravenclaw's and Gryffindor's were glaring at him with hatred. But, not the Slytherin's.

Hm.

Since he wasn't wearing his concealment charms, he allowed the whole school to see his glittering moonlight silver eyes and the slash over his left eye. He frowned and narrowed his eyes, making his scarred eye more twisted. It gave him an intimidated look. Some nearby students jumped and scooted away from the teen.

Heh.

Harry the noticed two new teachers sitting up at the staff table. The first was a man in his late twenties early thirties with long black hair that was tied back into a ponytail, dark tan skin and inward dark bluish black eyes. He wondered who it was before it hit him.

Sirius Black.

His Godfather must've been using a special glamour because no one was freaking out at the sight of the ex-convict. The woman had a toad like air to her. Harry made a face. Ugh, not exactly the best impression.

After the new first years were sorted; Headmaster Albus Dumbledore stood up. "I like you all to welcome two new teachers. Professor Ishtar who will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts." The man gave a curt nod; but his eyes soften when Harry looked his way. "And Ms Dolores Umbridge as our new History of Magic professor." The woman sent everyone a rather nasty look and Harry snickered.

Must've been a Slytherin.

:Defense Against the Dark Arts:

Professor Ishtar glided into class that morning, with a not so pleasant look on his handsome face. "There will be no fooling in my class, or out you will go." He said sternly, before winking at Harry.

Harry smiled.

"Today you will be doing the Patronus Charm." He looked Harry's way once more. "Mr. Potter, please come up and demonstrate." Harry scowled and sent the man a dirty look but was only met with a knowing grin.

Sigh.

Harry stood up and walked to the front of the classroom, in his slender right hand was his dark holly wood wand; and closed his eyes. "See! He can't do it!" Scoffed fellow fifth year African-American Dean Thomas.

The dark haired Gryffindor opened his eyes, allowing a wicked smile to play on his lips as he flicked his wrist.

"EXPECTO PATRONUS!"

Blinding white light flooded the room as a magnificent stag, a bear sized shaggy dog, and a larger than normal wolf appeared. The funny thing about the three guardians, they weren't silver like a normal Patronus. Instead, they were of different colors; elements almost.

The stag looked to be made entirely out of red gold flames, even its horns were pure fire. The shaggy dog appeared to be made out of shadows, its glittering onyx eyes glared at the class. While the huge wolf appeared to be completely brown and a bit rocky to the touch. Only Hermione Granger recognized the elements the Patroni were.

Fire for the stag.

Darkness for the dog.

And earth for the wolf.

The wolf and dog tackled Harry who began...laughing? Harry giggled as the two canines licked him furiously. "Moony, Padfoot! Cut that out!" He giggled. The dog yipped as Harry stood up. "You'll always be there when I need you, ne?" He asked lightly. The two canines and stag nodded.

Harry smiled.

The three Patroni slowly faded away and Harry took his seat; face reddening as he did so. Oohhh...he was so embarrassed.

:Care of Magical Creatures:

Rubeus Hagrid; the gamekeeper and caretaker of Hogwarts, a.k.a. the Care of Magical Creatures professor, was away on a mission for Albus, and the woman from the year before Ms Grubbly-Plank was their teacher for the class. And they were studying one creature Harry would love more than anything to forget.

Basilisks.

Oh joy.

"We're in luck that we have one right here in captivity. But, do not worry. For it is still quite young." Announced Grubbly-Plank. Harry raised an eyebrow at this. "Baka onna." He mumbled. The class was guided to a secluded area behind Hagrid's hut, where curled up a serpent that Harry knew all to well. It was nearly fifty feet in length, dark green almost black scales, and a draconian head.

He sighed loudly.

Yep.

Defaintly a Basilisk.

Sssstupid human for locking me up! Yelled an enraged female voice. Harry looked towards the Basilisk with amusement. Who knew it was a female?

I sssshould eat her, yesss I sssshould.

Harry snickered loudly at this. Grubbly-Plank and the students looked at Harry as if he was insane. Hm, he probably was.

Trussssst me noble one. Sssshe would not make a good meal for you. Harry hissed at the serpent. The Basilisk lifted its head, eyes still closed.

You sssspeak my tongue human? Harry hissed a yes to her. And if it was possible, Harry swore the Basilisk smiled. If it was possible for a snake to smile.

Do not worry man-sssnake. My gaze will not harm you. She then opened her yellow eyes and Harry smiled. Hey, at least he had an allie that not even Voldemort could use against him. He titled his head.

What issss your name noble one? He questioned. She chuckled. You guessssed the meaning of my name correctly man-sssnake. My name isss Anima.

"Anima. That is a nice name." Harry mused out loud. "Who the hell is Anima Potter?" Ron Weasely sneered. Harry glanced his way with sparkling moonlight silver eyes. "She is." He said with a gesture to the hissing Basilisk.

:Halloween:

Hn.

This was the one holiday Harry did not truly enjoy, as it was the anniversary of his parents death.

Sigh.

The Gryffindor looked around the massive condo he had designed the Chamber of Secrets into during the past two months. Apparently, the entire Gryffindor house chose to expel him from the tower. So, he was forced to take residence in the Chamber underneath the school.

The condo had a warm air to it, and the touch of Feudal Japan, giving it a warm and cozy look. That is, after he had removed the thousand year old Basilisk corpse and cleaned the flooded areas out. Then it became quite livable. Harry sighed as he sat down on the comfy couch that had a cherry wood colored table in front of it.

Hogwarts was having a costume ball that night. And Harry wondered if he should go. Then the Gryffindor got a wicked grin as he realized what he could go as. He was so gonna get busted for this.

Oh well.

Down in the Great Hall, the students and even the staff were having a blast. There were people dressed from vampires to muggle heros and fantasy stories. "Seems Potter chickened out." Ron sneered. He was dressed as the Greek god Zeus, and Hermione as the Greek goddess Hera. "The guys a traitor." Muttered Dean who was dressed as one of his favorite athletes.

Suddenly, the students began screaming in terror and the staff realized why. For, stepping out of the shadows was a tall cloaked figure.

The stranger was wearing a black leather hooded robe, with a single silver zipper down his chest, a black shirt, black pants, shiny black boots and even black gloves. Long dark hair shadowed the eyes, but everyone could see high cheekbones, a small nose and coral pink lips. The stranger lifted his head, revealing bright silver eyes.

Harry Potter.

"Potter!" Ron yelled in anger. Harry snickered at everyone's stunned expressions. "Showing your support Death Eater?" Cho Chang; Ravenclaw, sneered. Harry looked her way and grinned nastily.

"What in seven hells possessed me to see in you girl?" He muttered. "I'll never know." Then he snickered again. "And I am no baka Death Eater onna." He mocked. "Then what are you?" Ginny Weasely demanded hotly. He smirked, revealing pearly white teeth. Very sharp teeth that is.

"An Unknown."

:Divination:

Professor Sybil Trelawney looked over her class with a critical eye. "Today we will be doing fire readings as Miko's do in Japan. Please get into your meditation trances." She instructed. Every Gryffindor tried to do as she instructed, but could not. All but one, that is.

Harry.

Harry sat on the floor, his knees crossed into an Indian style, as he relaxed his body. His breathing slowly evened out. Trelawney was impressed that he was a natural at it. "Ha! Potter fell asleep!" Ron taunted.

The fire that was sparking in front of Harry, blazed about ten feet tall, and images were slowly appearing. They were of four mutated turtles and one mutated rat?

The biggest turtle was wearing a blue bandanna around his head, and had two katana's strapped to his back. Just slightly shoulder then him was a red bandanna wearing turtle with a set of sais strapped to his waist. The one slightly smaller than him was a turtle wearing a purple bandanna and had a bo staff strapped to his back. While the youngest turtle was wearing an orange bandanna around his head and had a set of nunchaku's strapped to his waist. The rat simply wore a dark red kimono and leaned heavily on a wooden staff.

All four turtles were muscular, showing signs that they were quite the fighters. The blue bandanna wearing turtle stopped in the middle of his katas and turned to face them with bright blue eyes and the turtle grinned.

Harry's silver eyes flew open as the images died away and the fire returned to normal. The silver eyed Gryffindor was quiet. "Fifty points to Gryffindor." Trelawney said weakly as he raced out of her room.

Bugger.

:Christmas:

Harry changed into a sleeveless black Chinese shirt, black silk tunic pants with draw strings around the ankles, a black silk sash and flat black fighting slippers. In his hands was a gleaming silver sword that had rubies in the handles the size of robin eggs.

The Sword of Godric Gryffindor.

He slipped into a typical sword kata, his hands moving faster and faster until... "Ow!" He yelped as something rather hard hit him in the head. Harry looked down to see a shiny blue-and-silver object glinting up at him.

It was a PET.

/Lan/ Came a voice. Harry blinked as the screen lit up and a familiar figure appeared on the tiny green screen. It was of an ordinary twelve year old boy with a cherubic face, bright green eyes and spiky blue hair peeking out from underneath his blue helmet.

"Megaman?" Harry asked, a bit surprised. The navi took in Harry's appearance. /What's with the new looks/ The navi asked bluntly. Harry turned red. "It's kind of a long story." He said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. Megaman crossed his arms, eyes amused. /I got plenty of time. Why not tell it/

Harry sighed and reluctantly told Megaman his real history. After three hours of talking, Megaman was silent before speaking up.

/Wow./

Harry chuckled. "I know it's kind of hard to take in." He admitted. Megaman chuckled. /You're telling me./

Harry smiled.

:March:

Harry sighed to himself as he lounged lazily in front of the lake one sunny afternoon in March. Luckily, there was no classes for the day, so he was enjoying his time off by relaxing. That was when Megaman spoke up. /You okay/ He asked in concern.

"You remember two nights ago when I had a nightmare?" Harry began carefully. Megaman nodded. /I remember. I was surprised that your tears were turning into crystals though./ Harry turned pink. "Well, Leonardo was just killed that day and it happened." Harry said flatly. Megaman winced, remember what Harry told him of the merge.

Harry sighed again. "Knowing how my brothers work, I know for a fact that Raph will blame himself, Donny will lose himself in his inventions, Mikey will mope about while Master Splinter will stay lock up in his room."

/What about April and Casey/

Harry blinked. "Knowing them, they'll go into depression." He mumbled. Megaman was silent before speaking up in a teasing manner.

/Did you have a girlfriend over there/ Megaman teased. Harry blushed hotly. The blue bomber net navi put on a mockful thinking face. /What was her name again.../ Then he grinned widely at his net-op. /Oh yes, it was KARAI/

Harry was now promptly the color of a pomegranate. "Megaman!" Harry yelled, still blushing hard enough to rival the Weasely's. Ignoring Megaman's laughter, Harry stormed off. When he was gone, some Gryffindor's, a few Hufflepuff's and Cho Chang stepped out of their hiding spots. All of them were curious to what had just transpired.

"What was that all about?" Dean asked. Hannah Abbot from Hufflepuff shrugged. "I have no idea." The girl admitted. Seems there was more to Harry Potter than anyone had ever thought about.

A lot more.