408Just a pilot chapter to see if anyone would be interested in something like this. It will be a Slash story, though if I don't know who I will have Harry paired with.
A twelve year old Harry Potter sits at the end of his hospital bed, the white sheets bunched up around his tiny waist as he listens to the esteemed Headmaster finish his lecture.
"And so you see, Mr. Potter after your skills with a sword, and the fact that Tom has attacked you twice since coming to Hogwarts, I believe it would be best if we were to give you a new schedule. During the day you will attend your Hogwarts classes and during the night you will receive specialized training from various Field Masters."
Harry's small head titled to the side, causing his taped glasses to go slightly askew on his face. "But when will I sleep? And what about summer when I have to return to the Dursleys?"
The already aged Headmaster seems to grow even more ancient in those few moments, his light twinkle leaving behind only dull blue eyes. "You see my boy, after the events of this past year we find it would be safer for yourself and your relatives if you were removed from their care. Instead you will be taken to an isolated area to continue with your training during the summer. This way, when Tom returns you will be able to stand a chance of defeating him." Dumbledore pats Harry's ebony hair with a wrinkled hand. "We will set up a special program so that you are not deprived of your rest, my boy. You are growing after all. Though this all will only happen if you agree to it."
Harry reigns in the emotions from showing on his pale face. He was finally going to be free of the Dursleys. After twelve long years of abuse Harry would finally be free. And if that freedom came with a restrictions? Well, he would learn to accept it.
Emerald eyes filled with determination catch light blue. "When do we begin?"
Albus Dumbledore could only smile sadly, guilt for taking young Harry's childhood from him already setting in.
A thirteen year old Harry ran through the darkened woods of the Forbidden Forest, his trainer Alastor Moody chasing after him.
It had been a year since his training had started and already he was surpassing his trainer's expectations. After a year of nutrient potions Harry's Magic was finally able to cease trying to fix the malnutrition the Dursleys had caused and it began to thrive. In just a year Harry's Magic was already on the level of most fifth years, and Moody speculated that by the time Harry hit his magical maturity, his magic would even surpass Dumbledore's.
Tripping over a small snare, Harry curses as he is jolted from his thoughts. Casting a quick minor healing spell over his ankle, Harry's emerald eyes cast a glance around the thick brush, attempting to find any indication that Moody had caught him. Standing up, and lightly applying weight to his ankle to make sure it would hold him, Harry turns to continue his escape to the designated ending point, but curses again when he is suddenly caught in a full body bind.
"Not quick enough, Potter. And next time check to make sure you know what is around you. Constant Vigilance!"
Harry glares at Moody who carelessly walks over the same snare that had tripped him.
"But I can't see in the dark!"
Moody sneers down at his young protégé. "Then make yourself see."
Harry stalks around his prey. A young male. Age twenty-three. Murderer and rapist. Death Eater hopeful. Lean but with a slight pudge in his belly. Dark Artifact dealer.
"Just tell me who you are selling your supplies to, Mr. Gray and this can all be over with quickly."
Brown eyes narrow and a lip twists into a sneer.
"Like I would tell you. Go fuck yourself."
Harry tuts, gently tapping the blade against his leather clad thigh.
"Now, now Mr. Gray. There is no reason to get hurtful."
The man stubbornly remains silent, his glare on intensifying.
"Fine, I guess we are doing this the hard way." Harry hums to himself, caressing the sharp end of his blade down the man's cheek. "Pity, Sirius will attempt to prank me if I'm late for his 'godson/father' bonding night."
Emerald eyes are dispassionate to the blood and gore that begins to coat his body the longer his torture session continues. His ears long since gone deaf to captive's pleas for mercy.
Severus Snape circles a stoic Harry Potter. He had been recruited into the brat's training over a year ago. He was surprised to learn, only if he could only admit it to himself, that Potter was actually quit talented when it came to potions. The boy had an instinctive knowledge of when to apply ingredients and which ones would set each other off. That or he actually read the several tombs that Severus had supplied for him.
While the content was very dry, if the individual took the time to dissect the words and truly understand them, then they would be able to have a grasp on the subject of potions that only a Master would possess.
Not that Potter would know Severus was subtly teaching him everything he knew on the subject. Things a Master would only teach their apprentice.
And if Severus noticed the way Potter's emerald eyes, so much like Lily's, lit up every time he learned something new, well he just pretended to ignore it.
Madam Pomfrey smiles lightly to herself as she watches her newest student expertly heal another patient. She knew that Albus and the others were making little Harry perform acts no man should ever learn, torture and interrogation as well as assassination if she had heard correctly, so she always went out of her way to coddle Harry when he was with her. He had to learn so many horrible things, so she could only be grateful that Albus had requested she train little Harry in the ways of a Mediwizard. It broke her heart, seeing the gentle and caring way Harry would take care of all their patients. How, when not pouring over the healing books she had gifted him, he would sit by patient's bedsides, holding their hands, or simply listening to them tell stories.
Madam Pomfrey knew that Harry was more of a healer than a fighter, but until the war was over she could do nothing about it. Though if she started logging the hours he spent learning under her so that he could acquire his Mediwizard license in the future? Well, that was for only for her to know till the time came.
Kingsley Shacklebolt sat cross legged in front of a fourteen year old Harry Potter. The young man had grown in the last two years of his training. Kingsley felt a slight pang of regret, for forcing the young man to endure and learn all that they had taught him so far, but he knew it was a necessary evil.
And that evil finally payed off after two years. Harry's mind was finally mature enough to learn occlumency and legilimency. While at first Dumbledore had wanted Snape to be his teacher, Kingsley had worn the old man down enough to allow him to teach Harry. While the feud between the two had ceased, and Kingsley suspected Snape had privately listed Harry as his apprentice so that he could obtain a Potion's Mastery, Kingsley felt that Snape could still hold some resentments to Harry over his father.
And as Kingsley took the first plunge into Harry's mind, showing the young man what legilimency felt like so he would know what to guard against, Kingsley immediately pulled out and handed Harry two books to study while he was gone. Quickly walking him through mediation, he bid a goodbye to Harry telling him he would be back in a couple of hours to check his progress.
Kingsley had two pigs and a horse to take care of now. No one messed with a child the way they did and got away with it.
Rubeus Hagrid sat next to Harry beside Black Lake. Hagrid was tasked with teaching Harry all he knew about magical creatures. And if Hagrid would take Harry to peaceful spots to watch small brightly colored fish nibble on their toes, well it's not like they could break his wand.
"Hagrid?" Harry's voice was light, musical. Hagrid suspected it was from the lessons Sinistra was teaching him involving singing magic.
"Yes, 'Arry?" Hagrid questioned, beaming brightly when he noticed Harry's emerald eyes on him.
"I know Poppy tries to coddle me, showing me the good in healing magic instead of the death I usually deal with, but working with her I still have to learn how to heal mutilated bodies and get rid of diseases and curses. I guess I just wanted to thank you for letting me see all the light creatures and giving me relaxing days like this. I know during school hours I get to learn the same magic everyone else is, but I always feel so stressed at having to hold back and worrying others will notice how much stronger I am. Thank you for always letting me be myself around you. Sirius and Remus try, but there is only so much they can do because they still have to be my trainers also."
Feeling tears well up in his eyes, Hagrid throws a large arm over Harry's still small shoulders. "Yer welcome 'Arry. I always saw ya as one of my own."
Harry and Hagrid shared another small, before the two of them allowed themselves to relax on the soft grass, enjoying the warm sunny day.
Sybill Trelawney was often labeled as neurotic and crazy. While the school children knew her as a weird old lady who didn't know her art, the truth was she never saw the point of doing more to teach the students when they had no such talent in her subject. Divination was something you had to be born with. Something only a handful of magical people could ever hope to possess. Luna Lovegood was one of these people. A small blonde who always seemed spaced out. She was in fact a Seer who constantly lived in the future. Harry Potter was another one of these people. While he could not see the future as a normal Seer, he could use cards, tea cups, and other assorted items to help him make predictions into it.
Sybill smiles, correcting Harry as he went over his cards. She could only sigh in relief when one of his cards was the Ten of Pentacles.
Harry sighed in frustration. "Why can't I get this right?!"
Sirius, proven innocent when Harry had the Potter's wills read at the beginning of third year, pats his shoulder sympathetically. "Some people just don't have animagus forms."
Remus, who had been sitting on the couch, watching Sirius attempt to coach Harry through the animagus progress, spoke up softly. "It is also known that if you are to come into a creature inheritance, you cannot have an animagus form."
Scratching his cheek, Sirius nodded along to his lover's words. "Yes, and it is well known that the Potter's can boast several magical creatures in their lineage. Vampires, Veela, Drakan, Sirens. Plus the fact that I blood adopted you gives you the chance to inherit whatever is floating around in the Black genes."
Harry's head cocks to the side, his emerald eyes even more vibrant now that they are not restrained by glasses. "Do you think I could inherit one?"
Pulling his adorable godson into a tight hug, Sirius nodded his head empathetically. "Oh yeah. Animagus abilities run in both the Black and Potter families, if you didn't get the ability you must be expecting a creature inheritance."
Harry grins at the two, his heart filling with love. Just a couple years ago he would feel like he was a freak if he had a creature inheritance, but now he could only think about it in excitement.
"I love you two."
Remus and Sirius smiled back at him, answering at the same time. "We love you too pup/cub."
Harry was seated in the library, diligently doing his transfiguration homework. He was out late last night completing an assassination assignment for the Order and didn't have time to do it before he got back.
Curiously looking up from his halfway done homework, Harry smiles when Luna, Neville, Fred and George take a seat at the circular table.
"We missed you"
"Last night"
"At Dinner."
Harry shook his head at the speech of the twins. Thanks to his years of training, Harry was the only one who could tell the difference between the two, causing them to claim Harry as their own. While Ron and Hermione had distanced themselves from Harry after the two years of nearly dying while on adventures with him, he had gained four new life-time friends. Friends that didn't question the weird habits he picked up from his training.
"Fred, George I thought the two of you had Quidditch practice today."
"Yeah, but it"
"Isn't any fun"
"Now that you"
"Aren't on the team anymore."
Chuckling, Harry turned towards Neville and Luna. "And what about you two?"
Luna gave Harry her signature dreamy smile. "You had to deal with a nargles last night. The nazzles told me you could use a friend."
Neville nodded, blushing. "And I was wondering if you could help me with my potions homework."
Harry could only laugh. He really did have the greatest friends.
Sitting cross legged in a magical backlash control room, Harry forced himself not to fidget. Tonight he would turn sixteen. Tonight would also answer the question of if he was going to get a creature inheritance. While regular magical inheritances happen at seventeen, creature ones occurred a year early so that they could help lessen the strain on the body.
As the clock struck twelve, Harry could feel a searing pain explode from his mouth, head, ears, back, fingernails, and tail bone. Writhering on the cold cement floor, Harry cried out in pain. This was worst then the four years of training he had endured. It was like his entire body was being atomized.
And then finally, it was over.
Hearing the door open, Harry stared up from his place on the floor, to his dogfather.
"Well, that settles it. You're a Drakan."
"A-a…W-wh…at?" Harry croaked.
"A Drakan. A half-human half-dragon. Look."
Sirius takes out his wand conjuring a mirror.
Shakily standing to his feet, Harry gets his first good look at himself. Where his hair has always been black, it now has crimson streaks throughout it. His emerald eyes, while mostly staying the same now have a slit pupil, much like a cats. Two slightly curled horns are protruding from his head, curling back, seemingly blending in with his hair. Which made him notice his ears, which are now slightly pointed, much like an elves. Though the most shocking surprise to him is the two giant black wings, long curling tail, and claws.
"Wow…"
"Wow indeed pup. A Drakan is the most rare creature inheritance there is. I honestly thought that they were extinct." Patting his godson's hair, but being minded of the new features, Sirius beams. "You can also turn into a dragon. A dragon! How cool is that? Charlie is going to be so jealous. Though we are going to have to get you a necklace or something to hide your new features from muggles and everyone else, at least until we beat old Voldie."
Harry laughs. Charlie is the most devout dragon fan he knows. He was also his hand to hand combat trainer, while he older brother Bill taught him runes and wards.
Though Harry agrees with Sirius, he would need to hide his new features. Especially once he enters the muggle world.
Harry stands on blood stained grass, mutilated corpses spread out around him. It has been five months since Voldemort has been back, a bit of black magic and the sacrifice of several followers, and there had already been countless lives lost and several battles. Harry has been trying to locate Voldemort's base, but all of the followers Harry has managed to catch dies before he could extract the information from their brains.
And even though the Light has suffered major losses, it is nothing compared to the Dark. Harry has gained the nickname the Black Death after slaughtering hundreds of Death Eaters and other dark wizards.
But now was finally the moment Harry has been training for since he turned twelve. Re sheathing the sword onto his back, Harry takes out two daggers from the places strapped against his thighs. Making his way through the various battles, slashing Death Eaters and healing falling comrades, Harry is finally in front of Voldemort.
"Ah, the little Potter boy is finally here, hum. Interesting, I thought you would have ran and hid after I killed your esteemed Headmaster." Voldemort's voice is like poison.
"You thought wrong Tom. And now it is time for you to die." Raising his daggers and preparing his magic, Harry drops down into a battle stance.
Cackling maliciously, Voldemort's red eyes watch Harry in perverted glee. "Oh, I don't think you want to do that."
Emerald eyes narrow. "And why not?"
"Because I will kill your little dogfather." Voldemort's voice raises above the battle, silencing it. "BRING ME BLACK."
Bellatrix approaches the duo, Sirius in her arms, a dagger pointed at his heart.
"See, if you kill me, Black here dies. Though, now that I think about it," Voldemort brings a long bony finger to his lipless mouth, "I think he will die anyways."
Harry watches in horror as Bellatrix slides a knife through Sirius' ribs.
And then his world exploded.
Harry pouts cutely, his lower lip exposing a single pointed fang.
"Why do I have to go to this school again? I already have several Masteries, I don't need to go to a muggle school!"
Remus laughs, his amber eyes shining with mirth. "A couple of reasons cub. One, it will make Sirius happy. Two, even with all your experience and everything that you have done you are still sixteen. While you will be considered an adult at seventeen in the wizarding world, you will not be considered one until eighteen in the muggle world. Three, you are now the heir to two of the biggest businesses in the muggle world, as well as several in the magical world. This school will help you learn everything you need for running them. Four, I think it will do you some good to get away from everything but still be able to act like a kid."
Harry sighs. He knows Remus is right. The past four and a half years of his life has been filled with nothing but death and blood. Maybe a few years in Muggle School will do him some good. Especially now that he won't have to kill anyone anymore. And he was practically catering to whatever Sirius wanted the past couple of weeks. Harry had truly been scared that he had lost Sirius. He had been told that he turned into his dragon form, killing all the dark wizards that were at the battle as well as Voldemort. His magic had also saved Sirius from death, healing him enough for Pomfrey to save his life.
New Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt presented him with several awards, one of them being the Order of Merlin First Class.
After everything was sorted, Harry, Sirius, and Remus jumped the pond to Japan, where a majority of Potter and Black business were located. After cleaning out one of the Black ancestral homes, though the thing was almost as big as Hogwarts in the fact that it was also a mini castle, the three moved in with the help of several house elves. One of which was Dobby and his mate Winky.
"Fine, fine. Which school is it again?"
"Ouran Academy."
Harry sat on the balcony outside of his room. The charm that hid his true appearance, a simple sapphire tear drop necklace, was left on his bedside table. Stretching out his wings, Harry smiled when Hedwig hooted at him. Over the years, Hedwig and his bond had grown deeper, truly marking her as his familiar. And even though he couldn't tell what she was saying, simple emotions could be passed between them.
"I know, I'm a little nervous to start Ouran tomorrow." Harry ran his fingers, being mindful of his slightly clawed fingertips, over Hedwig's soft plumage. "At least at Hogwarts the other kids had magic. Here I'm not only going to have to hide my magic, I am also going to have to hide that I'm not even technically human."
Hedwig, feeling the dampening mood of her owner, nipped gently at his pointed ear; puffing herself up in pride when she saw her hatchling smile.
"I know, I'm probably just over thinking it." Harry sighs again, tilting his head back to view the starry night. It truly was beautiful out here. Plus the entire property was warder, so Harry could fly around as much as he wanted without being seen. Plus it allowed Moony to be able to run free. Thinking of Moony, Harry was reminded of the strong love his two guardians share. It caused an ache deep in Harry's chest. He could only be with his true mate, or mates, he could never be with anyone else. And it doubly sucked because he wouldn't even be able to tell if they were his mate unless they allowed Harry to taste their blood. Harry found that sort of vampiric at first, but it was just a way for the mates to show absolute trust in each other.
"But will my mates even like me? I'm a trained killer. I've killed hundreds of people, and I'm only sixteen."
Hedwig, glaring at her hatchling for voicing such sad thoughts, pecked him lightly on his hand, before spreading her wings wide and jumping off of his shoulder. Flapping her wings, she let out a happy coo when she saw that her Harry understand what she was trying to tell him.
Harry spreads his wings and follows his familiar. She always knew that a good flight helped calm his thoughts.
It has been three weeks since Harry Potter-Black has started Ouran Academy. Since his first day, he has been using a very light muggle repelling ward along with a notice-me-not. His teachers knew he was present for class, but they never actively called on him. The same was true for the other students, they knew someone was there, but they brushed him off as non-important and went along with their day. Harry was content to keep this up till he graduated, he would just continue the non-truth with Remus and Sirius that he hadn't met anyone that wanted to be his friend yet. And this would have worked, if it wasn't for one Haruhi Fujioka.
Harry was walking down the long winding hallways of Ouran, seriously Sirius a PINK school?, with his eyes down casted his thoughts elsewhere when he felt himself collide with someone.
Looking down at the sprawled, lithe build, short brown hair, barely there chest, narrow shoulders, no Adam's apple but wearing a male's uniform, female that he had just ran into. "Oh Merlin, I am so sorry. Here, let me help you."
Haruhi looked up from her spot on the floor to someone that she never met before offering his hand to her. Gracefully accepting the hand, that was surprisingly as small as hers, the male helped her back on her feet before bending down to gather her books for her.
"I apologize again. I wasn't watching where I was going. Usually I am a lot more observant than this."
Haruhi tilted her head to the side, watching the strange male. "It is okay. I did not see you either, so it is both of our faults."
Straightening up from his crouched position, Harry handed Haruhi her books. "Here you go miss."
Haruhi smiles in thanks. "Thank you, stranger-san."
Harry scratches the back of his head, his tail curling around his leg in embarrassment. "My name is Harry."
Nodding, Haruhi turns to leave. "Mine is Haruhi. I don't mean to seem rude, but my club is about to start and I can't be late."
Harry watches her go with a curious expression on his face before shrugging and continuing his way out of the school and home. It was his turn to cook dinner tonight. He hopes Remus has managed to keep Sirius away from the kitchen.
Taking his usual seat in the back of classroom 1A, Harry is surprised when Haruhi walks towards him. His spells must not work on her anymore.
"Hi Harry, I didn't know you were in my class." Haruhi takes her seat ironically, to her, right in front of Harry. "I'm sorry for never noticing you before."
Waving her off, Harry smiles lightly at her. "It's okay, no one notices me."
This causes Haruhi to frown. Her mocha eyes truly take in his looks for the first time. He had about medium length black hair and red highlights, emerald eyes, slightly tanned skin, and he had a lithe build. Plus if she remembered correctly, he was also about her height, putting him about 5'2. He was very beautiful. She was surprised that the females were not mobbing him like they did every other guy they found attractive, namely the Host Club.
"Well, you can be friends with me if you'd like." Haruhi knew what it felt like to know no one here. Haruhi offers her hand out to Harry.
Seeing the genuine offer in her eyes, Harry feeling a slight flashback from when a certain blonde made the same offer to him in the start of his first year, accepts Haruhi's outstretched hand, being mindful of his claws.