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Harry Potter, The Secrets of Hogwarts	By : Blood_insanity Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14854 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any related materials apart from the story line and plot. I make no money from this.

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This is my first fanfic so be nice, it will be BZ/HP with mentions of HG/RW, DM/Multiple.

Also this story currently has no beta, i've used spell checker but if you notice anything please let me know.

Chapter 1 - So it begins

Severus Snape was not a patient man, he hated to be kept waiting. That's why when Albus Dumbledore had floo called him requesting (ordering) a meeting, he took a calming draught and prepared himself to sit through an endless maze of riddles.

However upon reaching the Headmasters office Severus Snape noticed two things very wrong with his previous assumption. One, the headmaster of Hogwarts one Albus I must dress in anything flamboyant Dumbledore was wearing plain black robes, and two his office was in complete disarray.

To say Severus was shocked would be an understatement, Albus himself looked old, and tired far beyond his wizened years. Severus cautiously approached the front of the desk and took the only right standing seat in the whole office, and waited for his mentor to speak.

Albus looked up at Severus wearily and paused for a brief moment, collecting himself. “severus, my dear boy. I'm afraid I have a task for you”. He spoke, his voice shaking slightly. “Earlier this evening I was enjoying a splendid cup of tea with Minerva when Syball burst into her office”. He paused his face pinched for a split second. “Another prophecy was given, one of which I greatly fear will be coming to light this upcoming academic year”.

Severus did not have to guess that this new prophecy had to do with the boy wonder, one Harry James Potter, Gryffindors golden boy. Meanwhile at Surrey, more precisely number 4 Privet drive, in the cupboard under the stairs, said golden boy was watching the clock, the seconds ticking by to midnight. Tonight he would turn 17 and enter into his final year at Hogwarts school of whichcraft and wizardry. As the clock showed midnight Harry felt a sharp pain in his scar, blood trickled down his face from where it had burst open. At that same moment a brilliant blood red beam shone down from the sky and attacked the wards surrounding the house, easily cutting through the beam continued until it struck Harry. Passing out from pain Harry collapsed onto the small bundle of rags that was his bed.

At Zabini manor, an Italian boy awoke with a start, after having the strangest dream about a beautiful emerald eyed boy, he was confused, this dream had stirred a feeling from him that he had never felt before. Feeling tired the boy quickly succumbed to sleep once more.

Back at Privet drive the door to the cupboard under the stairs was suddenly blown off its hinges by a powerful force of magic. The Dursley's awoke with a fright, Vernon Dursley quickly grabbed the shot gun he kept under his bed “just in case” and stormed downstairs to deal with the freak.

Harry's eyes shot open just as a big meaty fist came swinging at him, snapping his head around fast enough that is was surprising he didn't get whiplash Harry's magic reacted and stopped the fist from connecting with his face. Vernon Dursley was then unceremoniously thrown out of the cupboard where he made contact with the wall in the hallway. Pertunia whom had crept downstairs after her husband screeched, her face draining of all color.

Harry cautiously rose from the rags, not even feeling a twinge of pain from the many beatings or the starvation. Seeing his chance he grabbed his wand which he had hid up he sleeve when he had arrived and thus had not been burned with the rest of his belongings, pushed his way past his “aunt” and ran from the house.

Harry kept on running not knowing where he was going, just knowing that he had to get away from Surrey. Remembering an incident in the summer before his third year Harry raised his want and signaled for the knight bus, a triple decker magical vehicle that was always good fun to ride on when you were not been thrown into the windows or off the beds.

There was a loud BANG as the knight bus appeared and a pair of headlights came hurtling towards him narrowly missing him. Harry boarded the knight bus and spoke his destination, the leaky cauldron, Diagon alley. Harry gingerly sat on the edge of one of the beds after paying his fare and held on for dear life as the bus took off towards its next destination.

After about thirty or so minuets the bus came to a screeching halt outside of the leaky cauldron. Harry entered the run down looking building and made his way quickly towards Tom, the barkeeper. “Mister Potter”, Tom greeted enthusiastically giving Harry a toothy grin. “Hello Tom”, Harry replied politely. “What can I do for you Mister Potter?” Tom enquired. “I require a room for an indefinite amount of time Tom”, Harry requested. Tom brought out a key and handed it to Harry. Harry paid Tom a weeks worth of rent. “I also require some discretion, as I would like to keep certain people from knowing I’m here”. Harry intoned. Tom smiled and nodded.

Turning away from Tom harry walked up the stairs to his room. Reaching room number 11 Harry unlocked the door and went in. Harry sat down on the bed and started to contemplate his life thus far. Firstly he decided that he would no longer be returning to the Dursleys, Albus and the blood wards be damned. He then decided he would need to make a trip to Gringotts, the wizarding bank run by goblins, to find out about his parents will. He also decided that he would take himself shopping soon to replace what was burnt and to update his much neglected wardrobe.

He turned his thoughts to what had happened just a mere hour ago. What was that light? Was it his inheritance? Harry had heard from Ronald Weasley, his best friend that all wizards when they hit maturity received a slight power boost and if he had any creature blood it would come to light. However Harry felt very different, he didn't feel a mild power boost, he felt a major one, he also felt as though something was missing, some small part of himself.

Still tired after the events of the night Harry surrendered to blissful sleep. As harry fell asleep a light glow surrounded him and he felt his mind being pulled from his body. Opening his eyes harry was sat in front of a beautiful cottage. Feeling totally at ease he made his way to the door and knocked. A woman answered, that woman was his mother, Lily Potter. “Mum”? Harry gasped out. Lily squealed in delight and crushed Harry in her arms. “JAMES”, she called. “JAMES HE'S HERE”, she shouted in joy. Behind the woman an older version of Harry appeared, only there were minor differences, his eyes for one. This man was James Potter.

James was a little more reserved than his wife Lily, however not by much. “Harry”, he greeted warmly. Harry felt his eyes water up, “D-dad”? He choked out. “Yes Harry, it's really us”, James smiled warmly. Harry felt shocked, here he was before his parents and he had no idea what to say or do. Lily giggled at seeing her sons confused state and dragged him into the cottage straight to the kitchen. Sitting him at the table she pressed a cup of tea into his hands and rubbed his back soothingly.

James watched the both with a smile on his face, his heart feeling light and fluttery. He approached his family and gently sat across from harry. “Now son, I know that you have a lot of questions but they will have to wait, we don’t have a lot of time”, he started. Harry opened his mouth to protest but Lily saw this and shook her head at him instantly silencing him of all protests.

James smiled and continued. “Now Harry, as you know earlier tonight you came into your inheritance, this means that you will not only receive the magical powers of your ancestors, but you will also inherit our vaults and possessions, due to the unusual nature of our bloodline we were able to come to you for a brief moment in time to inform you of who you are related to and what this means”. Lily took up from where James trailed off “You are not only related to Godric Gryffindor, but also to Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowana Ravenclaw. You are their heir, and as a result you inherit their powers and possessions also”. James jumped back into the conversation. “Now son, I know this is a lot to take in at once and I wish we could give you more time to absorb this but we can't, when you go to Gringotts speak with chief goblin Griphook, he is the goblin in charge of the Founders vaults and will as well as our own vaults and will. He will be able to explain in further detail what you need to know”.

Lily smiled sadly at her only son, “Times ahead are hard love, but we know you are strong enough and brave enough to do what needs to be done. Our time here is at an end and we must leave now, but fear not, we are always here with you, and are so very proud of you”. Lily hugged Harry once more, James hugging them both.

Smiling sadly at his parents he whispered, “thank you”, before blinking. When his eyes opened again this time it was to the interior of the room he had rented. He glanced out of the window, it was day. He looked at the clock on the wall, it read eight am. Knowing that he hadn't had much sleep at all, but feeling oddly refreshed and well rested he rose from the bed and looked in the mirror. Gasping he noticed the changes to his body. He was an inch taller, still small for his age at only 5'5, he had filled out nicely as well and no longer looked starved, his hair was now a darker shade of black and rested on his shoulders, his eyes seemed to glow with power, his lips fuller. He also noticed that the scar on the back of his hand reading “I must not tell lies” was gone, as was the infamous scar on his forehead. All in all he looked healthy, he grinned at his reflection causing the mirror to wolf whistle at him.

Blushing he turned away quickly and rushed out of the door. Making his way out back he tapped on the stone wall that was the entrance to Diagon alley. He ignored the stares he was receiving, and the interesting items in the shop windows promising himself that he would look later. He made his way quickly to the massive marble building that was Gringotts, once inside he glanced around and approached a stern looking goblin.

“Ah, Mr Potter, and what is it I may assist you with today”? The goblin asked, looking at him suspiciously. Harry replied nervously, shifting under the gaze, “I'm here to see a goblin by the name of Griphook regarding my recent inheritance”. The goblin raised and eyebrow and beckoned for Harry to follow him through a small door to the side of the room. The door opened into a large chamber, inside which was a desk and several cabinets full of strange objects. “Wait here Mr Potter, I shall retrieve Griphook for you”, the goblin ordered. Harry took a seat and glanced around the room waiting for the goblin that could clear up a lot of his unanswered questions and hopefully shed some light on the whole situation.

Well that's chapter 1 up, please R&R and let me know what you thought, i will try update regularly, i have also excluded Hedwig from this fanfiction, the dursleys killed her.

tata for now :)
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