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1st story in a long time. Plz review and I will have more up. Its deep in plot, but im sure you will see romance. But I assure you this is more of an "action" story than most out there. Thanks. Now...

Chapter 1: Escaping "Home"

After enduring a somewhat quiet (most would call it dead silent) car ride home from the station, Harry was subdued with emotion. After suffering through both the death of the last thing he could rightfully call family and the knowledge of his destiny of being murdered or the murderer, he couldn't really stand for much conversation anyway.

As Uncle Vernon's shiny car pulled in the unusually well kept lawn (now grayed a bit from the ongoing drought), Harry sighed with the anticipation of his summer holidays being the most boring days of his life. Once inside with all his stuff, he ran upstairs and just sat and lay on his bed, contemplating the events of last year. He thought to himself "Why all of this? Why? Everyone I know as family is dying. Why? Why does evil exist? Dammit, why do I exist? All I do is cause trouble!"

For the next week, Harry sulked in his room thinking of the recent happenings of last year. Harry occasionally heard some deep chatter and opening of doors downstairs one gloomy Tuesday night. He did not care. He moped and pitied himself over the next hour, until surprisingly, someone with a very unusually low voice knocked on the door saying, "Harry, I need a word…"

"What the…?" exclaimed Harry. "Just a minute" Harry wiped off the tears on his face and slowly trounced his way to the door, still a little shaky from his bout with himself. Realizing that he had no idea who it was, he ejaculated, "Who are you?"

"I'm Ivory Nillor. I've come to protect you. Now please let me in."

Realizing just how peculiar this random intruder is, he answered "Protect me from what? I don't need any protecting. I'm fine by myself!"; a quite random fit of rage was spurring in Harry, "I DON'T NEED ANYONE. NO ONE! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Quite surprised and flustered, the man replied "Harry please. I am Dumbledore's son. I need to protect you. I have to explain something to you. Please Harry just open the door."

Although deeply disgusted with the fact that he would have to deal with a Dumbledore, he opened the door halfway to reveal someone he would have expected to be a relative of Lockhart, much less Dumbledore. The man was wearing a bit of a royal looking purple cloak. His face was very young; he had to be in his late 20's. Unbecoming to his face, he had a beard made up of long blonde hair, which almost reflected his hair, which was golden and looked thoroughly groomed, as if for royalty. Seeing this shocking difference between him and Albus Dumbledore, Harry did not oblige to completely opening the door. Instead he inquired, "Who are you really? You don't look like Dumbledore at all!"

"In all trueness, most of my close friends call me Prince Ivy. Nice touch eh? I know all the robes and all are a bit elegant, but I decided it be the only way to convince you. You see, unbeknownst to my father, Albus….." he realized he was still staring at Harry through 4 inches of door. "Listen Harry please just let me in and lets talk!"

Harry obliged and let the peculiar man in.

"As I was saying, my father did not know of the prophecy that was made 60 years after Godric Gryffindor died. It said that separation of the "races of wizards", that meant purebloods, half bloods, you know, would always be imminent until the one heir from Gryffindor who conceives with the prophesized greatest wizard of all time." Seeing the bored look on Harry's face he quickly added, "You know that there was also a prophecy about Dumbledore too? Yes, he was prophesized to have the greatest powers of any wizard or witch, but limited to using them because the one would be too noble to use them. Ah again, which brings me to my point. The other prophecy states that when Dumbledore was… uh…er… with Tyraela Gryffindor, the last heir alive, she was killed ages ago unfortunately, she was bound to have a child that would one day unite all races of wizards, though the help of the one that could vanquish the line of Slytherins. Now obviously, you know that is you. There is a line in the prophecy that states, 'This Prince of the Half Bloods will unite all with the help of the one, only if the one stays alive throughout the sequential happenings'. What that means, Harry, is that if I am to unite all of our people, I need to keep you alive. Now I know this is all boring but intriguing, but I promise you I will make it easy for you."

"This all seems useless. Why do you need to unite everyone?" Harry said, a bit exasperated after waiting through 5 minutes of what he thought of as relating to one of Binns lessons.

"Because in order to bean an army of men and creatures, we need all of our side to be united and fight with order….ahh… all you need to understand is that I will teach you personally the things that my father cannot. It is true you contain the power to vanquish the one, but it is up to me to let it out. See that is what it means! The rest is a bunch of mumbo-jumbo."

"No offense Mr. um I mean Prince Ivy…but im perfectly fine on my own. Ill just get you killed" said Harry with a bit of self-sorrow.

"That is no matter to me. If I must die, then I must die. But you cannot. My father could not have had a son in public, because I would be one of the most sought after people in the world, after all, my dad is pretty good at magic isn't he? Ha ha, well anyways, this is A LOT to take in in such a short time, and I understand this is a hard time. Losing my mother 83 years ago….." he was cut off by Harry.

"83 years ago? What? How old are you?" cried Harry incredulously.

"91 of course! Well I'm supposed to wear a bit of a disguise, a disguising charm in fact, because if I looked like myself, all people would see my resemblance to the Gryffindor line and I would be sought after, and probably killed. Anyway, losing my mother was very hard. I was denounced as a Gryffindor heir because no one knew I was one. I have come to the realization that there are much more important things in life than my life, so, Harry Potter, here I am.", he finished rather lamely.

"Uh. Okay. Well I'm gonna…." He looked at his surroundings and realized where he was, "Wait why are you in this house?"

"Your aunt and uncle are being relocated, apparently your uncle is wanted by the british mafia for unpaid debts…and you could be at danger by muggle weapons."

"Great where am I going to go? The Burrow? Grimmauld Place?" He stopped, realizing what he had just said, and looked away as he fake wiped his nose while really wiping a tear.

"Grimmauld Place Harry, is the safest place for you to be. We will go….Harry watch out!" He yelled as a beam of yellow light, rather thick, shot into the room. Harry had never seen a spell with a yellow tint. The spell hit his ceiling where it hit and splattered like a thrown orange. It was obvious someone was trying to hit them from the window.

"We must go! Hurry downstairs!" Both of them bolted out of the room, jumped down the stairs, and walked 3 steps to the fireplace before stopped dead by a seemingly invisible wall.

"What the?" exclaimed Harry. Suddenly, Harry saw 4 hooded people he recongnized only too well as Death Eaters march toward them with their wands raised.

Ivy looked calmly at them and said, "Please let us go, or I will be forced to hurt you." Harry realized he really had to be Dumbledore's son after that comment. It reminded only too well of the old man.

"Sure big guy, nice robes by the way! Oh and sorry, your going to have to hurt us." smirked one the death eaters Harry recognized as being Dolohov, the one that almost killed Hermione in the Department of Mysteries last year.

It all happened in the blink of an eye. All Harry saw was Ivy do a sort of 180 and whip a silver-esque wand in a peculiar motion, and a sort of whirlwind came out of his wand. Harry gasped as he saw what had happened to the Death Eaters as they, in awe, watched the whirlwind consume them. As the whirlwind engulfed all 4 at the same time, they all glowed bright silver, then the whirlwind faded. All of the affected clunked to the ground. Harry ran over to them and pounded hard on the chest of one.

"My God! You turned them into pure silver!" shouted a befuddled Harry.

"Yes, I suppose gold would have been better." said Ivy as an afterthought.

"What else can you do?" Harry started thinking of crazy ideas, until one defining thought struck him motionless. "Can you…um…er…Do you know anything about the Department of Mysteries?" he ended with a frustrated rapidity of his words.

"Yes I do happen to discern quite a bit about the place, but Harry right now we must get out of here.", replied Ivy rather quickly.

Quite suddenly it occurred to Harry all the peculiarities of the events of the last hour, all as he stood in the middle of his living room. He had only been at Privet Drive for a week, his aunt and uncle are being relocated because of mob debts, he had met an apparent "Prince of the Half- Bloods" who is supposed to teach him how to use his "powers", and this man was the most peculiar and mysterious man he has ever seen, and that includes Dumbledore, Voldemort, and even Professor Trewelawny. He delayed for a second, pinching himself in the arm, making sure these atypical events of the last hour were really happening. Sure enough, complete with a sharp pain, he realized this was in fact real. He walked over to the fireplace with Prince Ivory Nillor, who he noticed had started to lose the effects of his disguising charm.

"What is wrong, Harry?" inquired Ivy, seeing Harry's somewhat bewildered expression.

Harry didn't reply. He only looked on at a man with a somewhat lionish appearance. His beard was long and crinkly, and was golden with streaks of gray. This was consistent with his sideburns, witch joined with his beard, and ended with a great ponytail of golden grayish hair. His eyes were golden yellow, and his face was deeply lined, with a somewhat fatherly look.

"Oh, I see the charm is wearing off. It's alright. It doesn't matter now. Lets go", he finishes as he throws floo powder in the fire he just lit. "You first, Harry."

Harry was dreading going back to the place where he knew he would have horrible recollections of events past, but he knew he had to be safe from the evil that now lurked near.

"Number 12, Grimmauld Place!" Harry said, as he felt that familiar tugging behind the navel. He fell out of the grate in the kitchen of his former Godfather. He couldn't believe what he saw…

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