Ok, I haven't got anything planned for this fic so we have nine choices for pairings for Harry. It will be a vote. If I decide to continue the fic that is.

Harry/Hermione

Harry/Ron

Harry/Ginny

Harry/Draco

Harry/Cho

Harry/Salazar

Harry/ Luna

Harry/OC

Harry/Bill

Those are the only options I'm afraid. The voting will end by chapter five. And by chapter six tallied and posted. Any suggestions for other characters will have to be submitted to me later.

Disclaimer: The idea of this came from I dream of genie, so it's not all that original. I don't own Harry Potter. But I do know a hairy potter

Warnings: mild cussing all five Books spoilers

Dark Illusions

Chapter one: New Beginnings

Harry potter was not a happy boy. He never had been. Never had the time. When he was a baby, his parents were killed by a dark wizard who wanted to kill him, but the spell he used back fired. Then he was sent to live with his aunt and Uncle for ten years.

But Harry was never to truly know what family was, because his were abusive. Physically and mentally abused.

When he was eleven he was sent to a wizard school that offered many things. Like having to face his parent's killer five times and barely come out alive. And getting to know his godfather, who was wrongfully sent to Azkaban, a wizard prison, before he was killed. And making friends who time and again betrayed him and made up with him, leaving him and coming back.

Harry Potter was not a happy boy; he was beaten, burdened, and unloved. And at the moment Harry was a fifteen-year-old boy trying getting some rest.

"Potter!" Dudley called, thumping him over the head with fat fist. "Wake up, were here."

Harry wanted to resist waking but knew it to be a pointless waist of time. He yawned stretching his arms over his head. He blinked away the sleep in his eyes before his gaze focused on the large whale like boy in front of him illuminated by the moonlight.

"You have got to be kidding me." He stated staring at the mansion he was to be living in for the remainder of the summer. His Uncle had finally gotten a raise and had booked a summer long vacation for his family at some summer home. Dumbledore insisted that he had to stay with them for the whole summer, something Harry disagreed with. Prophecy be damned. But had been forced to tag along as extra baggage.

He had of course expected the mansion not to look like this. Like something out of the Adams family. It was rather large and if he were a Hufflepuff he would let himself say it gave him the Heebie-jeebies.

"Don't worry Potter, you'll probably be dead before the end of the summer anyhow." Uncle Vernon said smiling evilly.

Ever since the end of the year threats from the Order the Dursley's had been treating him better, but not by much.

"If I was lucky I could be dead right now." He mumbled to himself. He unfastened his seat belt and stepped out of the car.

They had moved to a mountain range somewhere in Ireland. It was beautiful, mountains surrounding it, looking like Hog warts, and a forest beside it. The mansion would have reminded him of Hogwarts, if there had been a lake. But for all its beauty there was a catch. They were miles away from civilizations, no pizzas, no people and no malls. The mall was a particular sour spot for Harry. He had been planning on entering muggle London and shopping for clothes that summer sick of Dudley's hand me downs. But they left so quickly he never got the chance.

His life, he concluded could not get any worse.

"Try to smile boy and fix your ruddy clothes, you look like a beggar." His uncle Vernon shot at him. "If the owners find anything remotely strange about you…" He stated.

'What would you expect, when all you give me to wear are you sons hand me downs.' Harry thought, ignoring his uncle rants.

Vernon tuned around and knocked on the large black wooden doors. Two people, the Jadestones, answered the door. They were the couple that owned the house and would be offering rooms to Harry's family.

"Oh, how splendid you brought four people instead of three." The women said with pleasure.

Harry rolled his eyes. His uncle had failed to mention him in hopes of the family not having enough rooms, and Harry having to sleep in the car.

Mr. Jadestone reached out a hand in greeting to Uncle Vernon "What a pleasure." he said "You must be Mr.Dursley."

"Please," His uncle said. "Call me Vernon."

"As long all of you call me Jack. And my wife Lacy." He then turned to his Aunt Petunia. "And you must be Petunia. How lovely to meet you." His wife gave a similar greeting but only curtsied.

Jack grinned looking over a Dudley. "Why you must be Dudley. Your quite the…" Jack seemed at a loss for words. "Suited teenager." He decided.

Harry mentally grinned. He caught the pause between words, but the rest of his family, being the slow minded bunch, as they were had not.

Jack then set his sights on Harry. His grin broadened. And his wife squealed. "How splendid, a you brought a little one with you." He said. "It's been a long time since a family brought a child to our home." He said. Lacy nodded agreeing with her husband, while ruffling his hair making even messier than it had been. "It will be nice having a boy around the house. How old are you son eleven? Twelve?" Jack asked.

Harry had to say he had never been so offended in his life. He knew that His glasses made his emerald eye look wider than normal and more innocent. And that he was not as tall as an average teenager, coming only to the height of a very tall first year. But this was just plain insulting. He was just about to tell them exactly how old he was when his Uncle Vernon stopped him.

"Why he's going to be twelve in July." His Uncle spoke for him. Harry gapped for two reasons. One his uncle just told these people he was eleven and two he actually knew his birth month. Miracles never cease. "Isn't that right boy?" His uncle asked voice straining.

Harry sighed, there was no way around it. "Yes, Uncle Vernon. My name is Harry." He introduced himself.

"Oh, he's your Nephew then?" Lacy questioned.

Petunia piped up this time a smile on her face. "Oh, yes. He's my sister's son. Terrible shame it was when they were killed in a car accident when the Bo…Harry was one." His aunt said.

Harry wanted to glare at his aunt, knowing that it was a lie, but he doubted telling these muggles that his parents were killed by a homicidal wizard would go over very well.

Lacy gasped in horror, and hugged Harry to her chest. "Don't worry Harry, where here for you." She said. And Jack nodded ushering everyone into the house.

'Don't worry she said…why do I get the feeling I just became her knew stuffed doll.'

They walked into the house, and Harry had to stop and catch his breath after viewing the inside. It may have resembled the Monsters home from the outside but on the inside it was Buckingham palace. Every thing from the floor to the walls were tan and white. All the furniture with, its intricate designs, red and gold. Reminding him of Gryffindor.

Jack led them through the house telling them where everything was and such. "And this will be you floor Vernon." He said leading them to the second floor of the house. "Dudley will get his own floor right above. And as we weren't expecting you Harry, you can have the top floor, though its not decorated like the rest. We live on the main floor below." And this is the game room…"

Harry sighed as he stepped off the elevator that went to every floor of the house. He had found that every floor had it's own color scheme. His aunt and uncles had green and blue ever where, unfortunately, the colors clashed. Dudley had purple and pink, something Harry had found extremely funny.

And his was pure white. Not that he minded terribly, but having to live in a space that resembled Heaven…well.

Harry walked around checking in every room. And Bathrooms. He had found a broom closet, with the oldest brooms he had ever seen. They reminded him of the one that Hogwarts had to offer. He would have to check them out later. He knew the chances of them being flying brooms zero to none. He had already been told if the Jadestones where not wizards and he would have to be careful.

Looking in the last room, he smiled. Out of all the rooms on the fourth floor this one had to be his favorite. It was the largest and whitest. But the above the bed and on the walls were carvings of phoenixes. The Jadestones had told him that the fourth floor had never been touched before. It had remained the way it was for centuries. Though they did go see it once, so that .He dragged his trunk into the room and rested it at the foot of his bed.

'It could be worse. I could be living with green and silver.' Harry said shivering at the thought of Slytherin colors.

He sat down on the bed, and dust came shooting up. He would have to see about getting the floor clean before he left. With a sigh he used a cleaning charm on the bed.

The Minister after so long of dining the Dark Lords return in order to get back on the peoples good side had offered Harry and the rest of the population over the age of fourteen legal rights to use a wand. Harry had jumped at the chance, grinning, as he wanted to tell his uncle. But Dumbledore had sent him a letter telling him not to tell the muggles he could use magic. The reason Harry did not know, but it was another secret he was keeping him from.

Harry fell back onto the now clean bed and smiled. He snuggled deeper into it and sighed. His hand then brushed something hard under the pillow. He reached down under it, and grasped something hard. Taking his hand from under the pillow, Harry looked at the object. It was a large glass ball looking like the crystal balls in divination. It looked quite dirty and Harry was tempted to rub the crystal clean, and lifted his hands to just that when…

"Harry darling come down to dinner!" He heard Lacy shout. Then the sound of her foot steps retreating.

Harry placed the ball back on the bed, his hand absently sliding down it as he stood and left the pearly room. He never noticed the mists that left the ball, as he walked through the door. That shut as he departed.

Inside the previously occupied room, a tall dark haired figure collapsed on the bed. "One thousand years, and you'd think they would have changed the color scheme of the room."

The figure stood and crossed to the mirror hanging on the opposite wall. He ran his hand through his tangled mess of raven hair, and within second it laid flat and neat, down to his shoulder. His glowing green eyes twinkled in excitement. "Haven't seen a mirror in years. But you still got it." He said cheekily.

The man turned from the mirror and looked down at his naked body. He waved a pale hand over himself and large luxurious emerald and silver robes adorned him clinging to his figure and showing his muscles. "Look out world I'm back. And they thought Satan was evil!"

Ok, so what do you think, since I only did this fic cause I was bored I was thinking of not going on with it. If you think I should tell me then, because I'm making this fic up off the top of my head. I decided to get it up here before someone else does. I need at least five reviews to continue. And if someone else has this idea already, sorry, I haven't read it. The real plot to the story will most likley show up in chapter five.
Next time on Dark Illusions

"W…who are Y…you?"

"Take a guess."

"Oh my god!"

"No…but your close."

If I get enough reviews to right it. Seeing as I haven't even started.

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