Thunder clashed overhead as the rain poured from the sky on the black dog running through the night. He ducked under the hedgerow around the cottage and trotted up to the backdoor. A scratch, the dutch door bottom swung in, allowing entry, closing just short of his tail. He prepared to shake the 'wet' away.

"Don't!" The human with glasses swiped a wand, stripping the water from the dog's fur and skin, leaving him fluffy and salon fresh. "Did you get it?"

The dog blurred, and in his place stood a man whose eyes laughed even when his face did not. "Got it." From an inner pocket, a cardboard box was drawn. Inside was a vial of red-purple liquid, a scale so dark green it was black, and a talon tip.

The two men collected the sleeping baby from his mother's arms. "Hush, Lils." the glasses wearing wizard whispered, "Just changing the tyke."

In the cellar, a runic circle carved into the paver stone. The babe placed in the centre. A slash over the heart, just breaking the skin enough to bleed, the scale, talon, and blood from both wizards and the contents of the vial added to the blood pool on the tykes chest. A chant of an old tongue… a flash of light… and the child looked as he did when he was taken from his mother's arms.

HPDB

That Fate-filled Halloween night.

A homy Cottage destroyed.

Two loving Adults found Dead.

The Prophesied Child missing.

HPDB

Halloween night Again.

Thirteen years later.

A School in a Castle in Highland Scotland.

"Victor Krum!"

And the fur clad brutes voiced their approval. While each had wanted the chance to hold this Honour, They were all Brothers in Arms.

"Fleur Delacour!"

The applause from the Silk-wearing French was more Demure, but the 'ladies' in blue wished that their champion would lose some of her looks in this blood-sport on her way to Victory.

"Cedric Diggery!"

Half the Black robed students exploded in cheers. The Yellow and Blue trimmed going all out. The Green sneered and politely clapped. The Red hooted, but thought they would have been the better choice.

Then silence… Darkness.

A fourth name came.

"Harry Potter!"

The Black robes whispered.

Nothing was known about what happened fourteen years ago, but everybody had a theory.

The Air grew heavy and thick, like before a storm. Lightning flickered across the skyscape of the ceiling. The storm in the 'Sky' grew. It took three minutes to brew to full power, before a Lightning bolt smashed down in front of the Goblet of Fire.

Darkness.

Albus focused on the ward line that powered the Lights in the Great Hall, bringing the lights to full brightness.

There, kneeling before him was a pale, freckled youth. His dark, long hair pulled back into cornrows that fell from his crown to his waist. The side and back of his head were shaved and tattooed. As the Lad stood, his head raised, and his killer green eyes flashed.

Albus gasped.

A lightning bolt scar on his brow, now healed and black against the pale skin. Black freckles dusted the lad's cheekbones. His Mother's eyes, but filled with Power and a Will to use it. A body Taught and Hard from hard work, not an inch of fat. Bare chested, wearing only a leather kilt, a wide leather belt, a twisted silver Torc around his bull neck and funny cuffs at the wrists and ankles.

"Harry Potter." Albus regained control of his tongue. "Welcome to Hogwarts."

The Lad squinted at him, before turning to look around himself. "Hogwarts. You make that sound like somewhere I should Know." The accent was American.

"We are the Premier School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Albus puffed himself.

"Maybe three hundred years ago." the Lad's back to the Headmaster, "But Now… I believe Snow Point* is the premier school. Personally I go to …" the Lad trailed off as he saw Hagrid, "Wow!" Standing not too far from him was Madam Maxie. "Woof! Now that is a Woman!"

"You were saying, Mister Potter?" Headmistress McGonagall asked as she stepped up.

The Lad Blinked, "Who?" His Killing Curse eyes locked onto her.

"You. Harry James Potter." She poked him in the pec with her finger, "Son of James and Lily Potter."

"Oh. Never use that Name." He took her hand and kissed the Knuckles. "Renton Potuimus Von Profit the Sixth.

My Father was a Fifth." He snorted at his joke.

"I sense a joke there, but…" The Deputy frowned.

"Raised as an orphan, I crafted an Identity for myself. My Mom was a good Girl that liked to party. My Father was a Travelling Rich Man. A fifth of Whiskey was too much for her one night and so I am the Sixth."

"Vut is Toking so long?" Krum asked from the Doorway.

Harry snapped around, "Oh! French!" and suddenly he was in front of Victor. "And they Say Blonds have all the fun."

Victory locked eyes on the boy before him. "Dracul!" and turned to run.

Every Fur-clad student was on their feet, wands brought to bear.

Albus Cleared his throat. "Mister Potter! We were talking. Like Where you were before you came here?"

"Hm?" the Lad turned back to the old man with disinterest. "Oh, thanks for reminding me." He quickly drew green fiery runes in the air before his face, ending with a circle a foot in diameter. "Sensei Radian. My apologies. My travel was diverted. And then I was distracted by the People around me. I am told that I am in Hogwarts."

"Open the Gate." a booming voice from the hole in the air demanded.

Potter made a motion and the foot wide circle spun wide to two metres wide.

"Now See Here!" Albus drew himself up, "You have no right to be opening Anything into My School!"

"You lost the Right to Complain when you welcomed me. You lost the Right to Stop Me when you Summoned me!" 'Harry' Snarled as he turned from the burning ring of fire that showed high grass within.

The 'Man' that stepped into the Hall was bald-bare headed, with a white Noble's bun off the back of his head. A Kanji tattoo across the side of his head. His eyes an icy blue that flashed white as he looked about. A fu-manchu facial hair in matching white. Even whiter than Albus' beard. A sky blue tabard over a kung fu outfit, bracers and greaves kept the cloth tight on the forearms and lower legs. Those weird asian platform sandals on his feet.

"A bit nippy." the Master crossed his arms, as the Gate collapsed behind him. "Storm coming."

"Is it Natural, Sensei?" the lad asked, looking skyward. "Or was it caused by my passage?"

"It followed you here, yes. But your passage only fed it and guided it." Radian turned to look at the Adults.

"Hogwarts means Albus Dumbledor."

"And you would be?" Albu stepped forward.

"Radian." his stormy eyes flickering over the sparkly wizard.

Flitwick gasped, while everyone else just frowned in confusion.

"Albus." the Charms Master squeaked. "Do Not Anger Him. Radian is not just his Name, but also his Title. He is a Master of the Storm Magics."

"And you are?" The stormy eyes washed over the short man.

"Filius Flitwick, sir." The little professor nodded from his chair.

The Storm Lord thought for a minute, "Duel Master back in the 60's, known as the Tiny Tailor for how he stitched up his opponents." a head bowed in return. Turning back to Albus. "Now, why is My Student here?"

"He was called by the Goblet of Fire." Bagman pushed his way to the front. "A magical binding Contract."

"Boy?" the Storm Lord asked.

Harry sighed, before closing his eyes… "Yes. I am bound…subtle weave, but deep. No wonder I was called here."

"Looks like you're here for the duration." Radian smiled at the Boy. "I will tell the Headmistress and send your trunk."

The Storm Lord threw his hands into the air, as Lightning struck down… and he vanished.

"Well." the Lad looked about, before turning to McGonagall. "Looks like I am staying. Where is my Room?"

"Ah!" Albus exclaimed, "Let's adjourn to my Office and get you sorted. Students to your Dorms! Champions! We have a Wand Weighing in two weeks! Then the First Task! Good Night!" He turned to the side exit to the Hall, "This way."

HPDB

Into the Headmaster's office entered Albus, the Lad, McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick, Sprout, Karkoff, and Maxime. As they formed a circle around the boy, the Headmaster grabbed a ratty hat off the shelf, and before anyone could stop him, dropped it onto the Lad's head…

"Oh Hell No!" the Hat jumped off the Lad's head, and 'Walked/scurried' to McGonagall's knee where it hid behind her. "What the Hell was That?!"

"That was Mister Potter." Albus frowned, "What is the matter?"

"Not Human!" the Hat shivered

"You sorted Hagrid and Flitwick…" McGonagall started to say.

"Yeah, But they did not try to eat me when I landed on their heads!"

"Oh That." 'Harry' smirked. "My Mind's Arts Class, My Walls had more holes than bricks. So my teacher told me of the sentry method. I now have a wee beasty watching me brain.

"Wee?" Maxime repeated.

"Hagrid's definition of 'Wee', maybe." the hat weezed.

McGonagall, seeing where the giantess was going, said, "He thinks your Abraxi are 'playful ponies'."

The French Headmistress nods.

"Still we need to place him…" Albus began.

"SLYTHERIN!"

A bald wrinkled creature, it's head about knee high, dressed in a faded blue and brown pillowcase, appeared before the Headmaster. "Headmaster Whiskers. A Trunk with an Owl and a Beasty has arrived at the front door. Beasty won't allow Elves to touch trunk."

'Harry' perked up. "Hedwig! Lurch!" he bolted from the office.

Snape looked up, "I BLAME you, James Potter!" He quickly strode after the Lad.

HPDB

Harry burst out the Main Doors to see three Elves surrounding his 'trunk', his caged owl, and his bound Familiar. Harry walked right up to the thrashing Snallygaster and grabbed the muzzled nose. $Lurch. Listen to me. Breath.$ the beast stopped thrashing.

"Mister Potter! What is that thing?" Snape had arrived.

"Lurch, Sir. My Familiar." He had the beast in a headlock, and was scratching it under a wing. "I would have thought that a Professor of Hogwarts would know of the Snallygaster."

"Snallygaster?" Snape choked out as he fell back. "Aren't those 4x Class creatures?"

"4x?" Harry looked up from his 'playing' with his beast. "All I know is I have had him since I was six. Found an egg in the forest, was hungry, so I took it. Tucked it in my jacket to carry it back to camp. I get back just in time for it to hatch, I drop the cracking egg, it shatters, we locked eyes, and he was Mine. Fun Fact, Bonded Snallygasters do not grow steel fangs." He pulled the muzzle off the beast. The Lizard head pointed itself at Snape, as a long tongue tasted the air in his direction. "Though they still have their lizard teeth, and like to hunt. I do hope there is prey nearby."

"Acromantula?" asked Snape. "There is a Colony in the Forest there," He pointed into the night, "and They are pushing beyond their allowed borders. If It can limit it's Hunting to just the Spiders, I think I can keep the Centaurs from trying to kill your pet."

$Spiders. In Woods. Spiders Only!$ Harry hissed at the little beast. It thumped its tail, before darting off to hunt. Harry opened the Cage and eased the owl from within. "My Precious, you know the Cage is to keep your perfect feathers from being damaged in transit. Now, why don't you spread those beautiful wings, and do a bit of Hunting as you claim your place as Apex of this territory. Find me in the morning for some bacon." he kissed her between her tufted horns, and threw her into the night sky. Popping the trunk to drop the cage and head-gear in, before closing it and slinging it to his shoulder. "So you are taking me to my bunk?"

Snape sneered at the boy. Barefoot, bare chested, in a kilt, in Scotland weather during Hallowween. "Aren't you cold?"

"Not really." the boy grinned. "Granny's place is colder than this, and the most I needed there was a cloak…"

"Let's get you placed with the Fourth Years." Snape spun on his heel, and led the way down into the Dungeons of the Castle. At an almost random spot he stopped, and spoke, "Ambition." and a section of wall slid to the side. The Noise from within was a mild ruckus. Once inside, Snape sidestepped into shadow.

"...And did you see the way that Barbarian was dressed?" an Albino Boy jeered. "Who runs around in a skirt?"

Harry grins, as He Pushes forward. "It is called a Kilt. And I would think a student in a school in Highland Scotland would know a kilt when he saw one." All eyes were on the outsider, before looking at Malfoy.

"What are you doing here?" Sneered the white haired wizard.

"This is where the Hat Albus dropped on my head said I was to be." Harry looked around. The room looked like an oversized Salon or Parlour. Couches were arranged in groupings, a firepit off to one side, and the majority of the ceiling was a glass dome that showed the underwater scene from the Black Lake. Besides the way into the Common room, two passages exited the space. One to the North, one to the South. "Nice diggs."

"Yes, yes I am." a Sixth year Student spoke up. He smiled as He stepped forward, his hand offered. "Diggs, Terrance Diggs."

"Renton Potonimus Von Profit the VI." Harry answered, shaking the older boy's hand. "My friends call me Von."

"I thought you were Harry Potter?" the bigger lad frowned.

"Only by Birth… on my Mother's side I believe." Harry bantered back.

A Mousy brown haired witch snorted in laughter. "Good one. Will have to remember that one."

"Well?" The twisted faced blonde wizard exploded, "Are you or are you not?"

"Depends on the Question." Harry lost his smile on his face. "I Think, therefore I am… or so I think." he shifted the trunk, "Could someone show me to my Bunk? I need to unpack. I was told I am with the Fourth Years?"

A Dark skinned wizard stepped from the shadows, "This way." He led the way into the South passage. "Zabini."

Harry grunts.

"Love how you danced around Malfoy. Little Shit needs to be put in his place. His Father is heavily Monied and has bought ALL the right politicians. Those of us who can outrank him, draw our power from the shadows. To move against him, we would have to cripple him or lose our power in the end. So we Wait. But you. You have a Power that is untouchable. And by being housed here, even when you are not a Student, Sorted or not, allows you to put the Hurt to Malfoy." He ducked into the fourth hallway off the passage. "We Dorm in Fours, But Malfoy pushed, as there are only six guys in our year, and got the Dorms set to three and three. This one is his, Crabbe and Goyle's Dorm. Next is the Dorm Toilets and Showers. And Then there is Us." He shouldered into the third doorway in the hall. "We Have Nott," He pointed to the first bed on the right, "Mine." First Bed on the Left, "Yours," Second bed on the Left, "The other bed is for McSweeny, but No one has seen him since first year."

Harry dropped his trunk at the foot of the bed pointed out to him. "When is chow?"

"We just finished Dinner and Breakfast is not until 6 o'clock tomorrow." Blaise frowned at the outsider. "But if you are really hungry…"

"I could eat." Green eyes locked onto the Italian Lad.

"Follow me." Blaise led the way back to the common room, passed the collected group, and out the sliding door. Up a set of stairs, along a hallway to a 'fork in the road'. On the right was a set of stairs leading up, as straight ahead led to a set of stairs leading down. "Ahead and to the left are the Hufflepuff Dorms. Up and that way leads to the Great Hall and Main Staircase." He pointed. "But what we came for is this. We are here to 'tickle the Pear'." he scratched the pear in the painting of a bowl of fruit… and it giggled before turning into a brass knob. He turned the knob and the painting swung away from the wall.

Leading the way down the short set of steps, Blaise entered into a massive kitchen. Twenty elves turned to look at who was joining them.

"Student pretty-boy." An Elf approached Blaise. "You bring… that here?"

"Peace little ones." Harry grinned at the assembled elves. "I abide by Guest Law. I see the Elven Nation as the Host."

"And Heady-Whiskers?" The elf pushed.

"That remains to be seen. But I do not like his chances. The Scot though… I will bow to her."

The elves shared a look before nodding. "What you bes wanting?"

Blaise grinned, "any leftovers left?"

The two 'humans' were shown to a table that was quickly loaded with what had been served for dinner. With two goblets of punch to wash it down.

"If you don't mind my curiosity, What did Krum mean by 'Dracul'?

"What do you know of the term?"

"It is the basis of the Legend of Dracula, the Vampire ruler of middle Europe."

"Dracula was a Dracul. A Dragon-knight. Now add Magic, real Dragons, and the human greed for Power. Most of the Dark Lords of the last three hundred years were Dracul of one type or another." Harry wiped his mouth and folded his hands. "I am not fully human. See my bracelets here." He extended his left hand, to the other lad. A heavy silver bangle, connected by fine chains to rings on each finger and thumb. "Dampers. Slave Bracelts to most, but infact they supress my magic so that I am not exploding wine barrels and jugs just by walking past. At three, my keepers began to teach me how to use them as foci. Now most of what you can do with your stick, I can do with but a wave of my hand."

"Well knowing that mental-midget Malfoy, you are going to have to… I believe the phrase is; 'Make Him Your Bitch'."

A smile no Human could wear, spread across the new guy's face. "Sounds … Slap-tastic!"

TBC

Coming Soon; Slap-a-gedon and Slap-agedon II; Revenge of the Slap.