Title: The Ilvermorny Champion

Summary: Instead of Durmstrang Academy, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was invited to take part in the 1994 Triwizard Tournament. When Ilvermorny arrives at Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore is shocked to see the long-thought-dead Harry and Lily Potter appear, as well as the missing Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. This has certainly thrown a wrench in his plans!

Rating: M

Warnings: Betrothal, Lily-Is-Alive, Gabrielle Is 12, Wrong!BoyWhoLived!Neville, Harry Is Not A Horcrux, Manipulative!GreaterGood!Dumbledore, Fem-Slash, Ancient and Noble Houses, Lords and Ladies, Severe Character Bashing – Dumbledore, some Weasleys, Neville Longbottom, others

Ships: Harry/Hermione/Daphne, OFC/Gabrielle, Neville/Ginny

Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns the characters and the world of Harry Potter. I do not. I just like to play in her sandbox. No copyright infringement intended. Disclaimer: Recognizable sections of this chapter come directly from Chapter 13 of "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" by J.K. Rowling. I do not take claim to these. Only my own additions

Chapter 1
A Thunderbird Lands At Hogwarts

Friday, October 30th, 1994

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was currently standing on the front steps of his beloved castle. Around him, the students and staff were congregated, as they waited for the arrival of their guests, the representatives of Beauxbatons School of Magic, and Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Originally Durmstrang Academy had been invited instead of Ilvermorny, however after the Headmaster Igor Karkaroff had been arrested on suspicion of murder, Durmstrang was forced to back out. A shame that was, Albus thought. It was rumored that Quidditch superstar, Viktor Krum, would have been chosen as one of the contenders. Such publicity would have been excellent for Hogwarts!

Alas, it was not to be. So, instead, Ilvermorny, a school from the United States, had thrown their hat into contention, and had been immediately accepted. Never before had a non-European school been invited to the Triwizard Tournament. Albus threw his support in for Ilvermorny's invitation – such a historic move would make up for the lack of Viktor Krum, when it came to publicity.

One of the rings on Albus' left hand, vibrated intensely. The ring was keyed to the wards around Hogwarts, and warned him whenever something passed through the wards.

"Aha!" Albus said, jovially, "Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!"

"Where?" said many students eagerly, all looking in different directions.

"There!" yelled a sixth year, pointing over the forest.

Something very large was hurtling across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger all the time.

"It's a dragon!" shrieked one of the first years.

"Don't be stupid," said first year, Dennis Creevey, "it's a flying house!"

The young Creevey boy's guess was closer.

As the gigantic black shape skimmed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and the lights shining from the castle windows hit it, they saw a gigantic, powder-blue, horse-drawn carriage, the size of a large house, soaring toward them, pulled through the air by a dozen winged horses, all palominos, and each the size of an elephant.

The front three rows of students drew backward as the carriage hurtled ever lower, coming in to land at a tremendous speed — then, with an almighty crash the horses' hooves, larger than dinner plates, hit the ground. A second later, the carriage landed too, bouncing upon its vast wheels, while the golden horses tossed their enormous heads and rolled large, fiery red eyes.

A boy in pale blue robes jumped down from the carriage, bent forward, fumbled for a moment with something on the carriage floor, and unfolded a set of golden steps. He sprang back respectfully.

Albus smiled as Beauxbatons Headmistress, Madame Olympe Maxime, stepped out of the carriage. The woman was very large – no matter how much Madame Maxime had vehemently denied it, Albus knew the woman was half-giant. No matter how much she denied it, Albus knew the truth. After all, he had a half-giant on his own staff – Rubeus Hagrid, the Hogwarts Groundskeeper.

Albus noticed there were several students whispering and murmuring as they looked at the woman. He winced, as he realized some of the murmurs could be mistaken as disrespect, which would send a bad message to the Beauxbatons delegates. Indeed, Madam Maxime was looking rather disconcerted at the reaction from the students. So Albus started to clap, applauding for such a magnificent entrance. He sighed in relief, as the applause was contagious, and his staff, and most of the students applauded too.

Albus smiled when Maxime's expression softened. The Beauxbatons Headmistress walked forward, and Albus met her in the middle. When she offered her hand, he kissed it gently – due to her size, he didn't even have to bend very far to reach it.

"My dear Madame Maxime," he said. "Welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dumbly-dorr," said Madame Maxime in a deep voice, "I 'ope I find you well?"

"In excellent form, I thank you," said Dumbledore.

"My pupils," said Madame Maxime, waving one of her enormous hands carelessly behind her.

Albus smiled as several boys and girls approached their Headmistress. They were shivering, which was unsurprising, given that their robes seemed to be made of fine silk, and none of them were wearing cloaks. Albus did not like the way they were looking at his grand castle, with such apprehensive looks. He did, however, notice that at least two of the girls were Veela. He wasn't surprised, having been warned that Veela might attend.

"Has Ilvermorny arrived yet?" Madame Maxime asked.

"They should be here any moment," Albus said. "Would you like to wait here and greet them or would you prefer to step inside and warm up a trifle?"

"Warm up, I think," said Madame Maxime. "But ze 'orses —"

"Our Groundskeeper will be delighted to take care of them," Albus said, "He has an affinity for handling creatures as wondrous as your horses."

"My steeds require — er — forceful 'andling," said Madame Maxime, "Zey are very strong..."

"I assure you that Hagrid will be well up to the job," Albus said, with a smile.

"Very well," said Madame Maxime, bowing slightly. "Will you please inform zis 'Agrid zat ze 'orses drink only single-malt whiskey?"

"It will be attended to," said Dumbledore, also bowing.

"Come," said Madame Maxime imperiously to her students.

The Hogwarts crowd parted to allow her and her students to pass up the stone steps. Albus sighed as he watched Madame Maxime step into the castle. Truth be told, he hated Olympe Maxime. She was a rude, overbearing woman. It would have been far better had Beauxbatons been the one to drop out of the tournament instead of Durmstrang.

"Albus!" Deputy Headmistress, and Transfiguration Professor, Minerva McGonagall hissed at him, "You never told me Beauxbatons delegation was bringing Veela!"

"My dear, Minerva," Albus said, raising his eyebrows as he looked at his Deputy, "I have never thought you one for such bigotry against Veela!"

Minerva stammered indignantly. "I am not against Veela, Albus! I'm simply afraid of what their presence might mean for some of our male students here. Many of which are in the early stages of their teenage hormones, and haven't had time to get a handle on them. They could fall victim! If something were to happen, it could cause -"

"I assure you all precautions will be taken, Minerva," Albus said, trying to maintain his jovial grandfather tone, while passing along a no-nonsense attitude to his Deputy. "Those Veela students are contenders for the Triwizard Tournament. Insulting them could also cause international problems."

Minerva grumbled under her breath. "Of course you are right, Albus. But I will be watching them around the students!"

"And I welcome you to do so," Albus said, praying the conversation ended right there.

Minerva huffed. Albus sighed and turned back around. His Deputy was a long-time friend of his, but her personality clashed with his on several issues. At least the issues were small and petty. If she disagreed with him on some of the larger issues, actions would have to be taken. He could not afford such disagreements in the long run.

Albus' thoughts were interrupted as his ring vibrated again. He looked around for the cause, and he suddenly heard a very loud noise coming from behind him. He ran forward onto the Grounds, parting the students. Then he turned around and saw a very large object flying over Hogwarts castle. Albus' eyes widened as he saw what appeared to be some kind of Muggle flying craft slowly hovering across the Grounds, about fifty feet in the air.

"Whoa!" Dennis Creevey said, "It looks like a Blackbird!"

"That doesn't look like a bird to me!" another student said.

"No! A Blackbird!" Dennis' brother, Colin said, "From X-Men!"

The craft started to descend vertically, onto the Grounds of Hogwarts, just feet from the Beauxbatons carriage. When it landed, the large door at the back of the craft lowered to form a ramp. The first person to step out was a tall woman with flowing auburn hair. Albus' eyes widened as he looked at her. He recognized her almost instantly.

He had to blink several times as he looked at the woman, because he was sure he was seeing things. It could not be possible. This woman was thought to have perished exactly thirteen years previously, along with her husband and infant son. The woman stepped out, walking down a ramp, onto the grounds, and the students behind her followed in two queues. The woman was holding onto the hand of a young teenaged girl, whose auburn hair matched the woman's. Leading the pack of students was a dark-haired teen. Albus' jaw dropped as he saw the boy.

There was no mistake. Albus could not deny what was in front of him. The boy - whom looked like a teenaged version of his father – was surely Harry Potter.

Lily Potter, and her son, Harry – both of whom were thought to have been killed exactly thirteen years previously – were now standing on the Grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Friday, October 30th, 1994 – Fifteen Minutes Earlier

Lily Potter, Potions Mistress of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was currently seated on a long bench of seats in the cargo and passenger area of the large craft known as the Thunderbird.

The Thunderbird – a large hovercraft helicopter – had been built a decade ago by Professor Winston, Headmaster at Ilvermorny. Professor Winston, a Muggleborn, had named the craft after his much loved House Thunderbird, of which he had been a part of when he was a student many years ago. Professor Winston had been the pilot of the plane for much of the past decade. However, a year ago, he had been struck with an illness, and the illness had recently become worse, and had taken a toll on the man's body, so he couldn't make the trip from the United States to Scotland.

He had asked Lily Potter, and her two best friends – all three of whom had grown up in Great Britain – to represent him and Ilvermorny since he could not attend. Lily and her friends had agreed happily.

Seated on either side of Lily were her two children. Harry, fourteen, and Rose, twelve. Even though he was only fourteen, Harry was one of the chosen delegates for the Triwizard Tournament. Though the other delegates were all sixteen years or older, Harry had been chosen for a reason. He had placed third in the Tournament of Champions, in which the top-ten contenders would be chosen as delegates for the Tournament. Harry's sister, Rose, was only there because her family – mother, brother, and honorary Uncles - were all going.

Seated to the right of Harry, and also across the large space, were the other nine contenders for the spot of Ilvermorny Champion in the Triwizard Tournament.

Lily smiled as she looked over at Harry, who was staring down at his lap.

"Nervous, Harry?" she asked.

"No, not at all," Harry said – and he looked as if he had truly meant it – "Actually, I'm thinking about Dad. I know I don't have to tell you that it has been thirteen years. Thirteen years tomorrow. I guess it is just... coming back to Great Britain after all these years – it feels like we're closer to him than we ever were."

Lily smiled as she blinked back tears at the mention of her late husband, father of her two beautiful children, and love of her life, James Potter. It wouldn't do to break down in front of her students or children.

Thirteen years ago tomorrow, she thought solemnly.

October 31st, 1981. Halloween. Lily Potter remembered it well. She had started the evening cuddled up with her husband on the loveseat in their Godric's Hollow cottage. Their fifteen-month old son had been asleep in his swing. What neither she or her husband had known at the time was that she was also a month pregnant with their daughter, Rose. After some cuddling, Lily had decided it was time to cook dinner. She had pondered taking Harry up to his nursery, to put down to bed for the night, but Harry had been in a stage where he was very clingy to his mother. So she had brought Harry with her into the kitchen, and let him sleep in a baby carriage.

James had been in the kitchen, fixing salad, as Lily fixed pork-chops, when it happened. The front door burst open, and a monstrous wizard, known as the Dark Lord Voldemort, entered their house.

"It's him!" James growled, as he started casting his wand around, tossing about spells and charms. "Lily, Operation GTFO, Plan B."

"Plan B?!" Lily cried, "James, no! You promised!"

"I promised to protect you and Harry!" James said, "And I will keep that promise!"

Plan B. It was something Lily had hoped would never have to come to pass. If they had done Plan A, James Potter would be alive now. But he had chosen Plan B. Both plans were similar, except for the ending. Potter Cottage – the name of the house the Potters had been living at – had been rigged with several runes which had traps, enchantments and wards in place if Voldemort or his Death Eaters attacked.

It was incredibly lucky Lily and Harry had been in the kitchen, instead of up in Harry's nursery, or they likely would have never survived the attack. Inside the kitchen, had also been the entrance to the basement. The last time Lily had ever seen her husband, was when he had kissed her, then forced her and Harry into the basement. What happened after, Lily could only guess. The corridor between the front door and the kitchen had several runes full of shields and traps. It would give Lily and Harry enough time, while James distracted Voldemort. That was where Plan B began. Plan A would have seen all three of the Potters going into the basement.

Down in the basement there was a secret door that nobody but Lily and James knew about. Not even their friends - one of whom had been their Secret Keeper, Peter Pettigrew – had known about the door. The door led into a very long tunnel that had been dug out by dwarves underground and had led deep into the forest behind the house. Lily, holding the carriage with Harry inside, had ran as fast as she could down the tunnel. When she reached the end of the tunnel, she knew she was far outside the reach of any possible Anti-Portkey, or Anti-Apparation Wards. She sent out several messenger Patronuses to her friends – another part of Operation GTFO. Then she grasped the carriage firmly in one of her hands, and the necklace around her throat in the other.

She called out "GTFO", the signal for the voice-activated Portkey. As she and Harry left Godric's Hollow, she could hear a very loud explosion, and an earth-shaking rumble around her. Potter Cottage had exploded, due to certain runes inside the house. But that was part of James' Plan B – blow up the house with Voldemort inside, and the threat against James' family would be gone forever. Exactly what James had promised – that his family would be safe. He would be gone, but his family would be safe.

James Potter had been instantly killed by the explosion. Later it was discovered that Peter Pettigrew – the traitorous Secret Keeper of Potter Cottage – had also been at the Cottage, and had been killed as well. However, while Lord Voldemort's body had been disintegrated, there were rumors and whispers that Voldemort had somehow survived Death, and had escaped somehow.

The Portkey that had taken Lily and Harry Potter to France, where their good friend Sirius Black had a safe-house, which he had received from an inheritance. The morning of November 1st, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and other friends had met Lily and Harry at the safe-house. During the following week, there had been several developments.

First, the Potter solicitor – and dear family friend – Ted Tonks had closed the Potter Accounts, with permission from Lily Potter, at Gringotts London Branch. James Potter's Will had also been locked up inside the Potter Family Vault until due time when Lily and her son would return to Great Britain. Both of these decisions turned out to be a very good thing. Rumors had spread that Lily and Harry had been killed, in the same attack that killed James Potter, and had apparently brought the end of Lord Voldemort.

Soon it had been discovered by Ted Tonks that Albus Dumbledore had started this rumor. The Potter solicitor had discovered this after the Potter Account Manager at Gringotts, Ragnok The Sixth, had told him of a meeting between the Goblin and Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore had tried to take control of the Potter Accounts, and also James Potter's Will.

Why Albus Dumbledore had taken these actions was unknown to Lily. He had no permission to do so. This discovery had turned her against the man who she had once looked up to as a mentor.

A week after the rumors began of her and her son's deaths, Lily and Harry, and her two good friends, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin, had fled Great Britain and Europe, and had moved to the United States. They had been living in the States ever since. Even though Lily and Harry had not changed their names, the news of their survival had not reached the shores of Great Britain – aside from Gringotts, of course. The Goblins had records which told them Lily and Harry Potter were alive, but due to instructions from Potter solicitor Ted Tonks, they were keeping that secret from everyone.

When Harry had turned eleven years of age, he had been invited to attend Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Upon hearing of this invitation, Lily and her two friends had applied for Professor roles at Ilvermorny, and had successfully been hired.

Lily Potter was one of two Potions Mistresses, teaching the younger Years at Ilvermorny. Remus Lupin and Sirius Black were hired upon as two of five Defense Professors. Unlike Hogwarts, Ilvermorny had several different class types when it came to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Remus was the Dark Creature Defense Professor, and Sirius was one of two Duel Training Professors. Unlike Great Britain, there were no prejudices toward werewolves in the United States. So Remus – a werewolf – was able to keep his job as a Professor much longer than he would have if ever had decided to do so in Great Britain.

Lily's reverie was broken as she realized she was still in the middle of a conversation with her son.

"I happen to agree with you, Harry," Lily said, smiling at her son, "It does feel as if we're closer to your father, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," Harry said. "Do you think he'd be happy with me? I mean – being the youngest contender for the Ilvermorny Triwizard Champion role? I mean – I doubt I'll be named the Champion, but -"

Harry blushed and Lily smiled.

"Of course he'd be happy with you, Harry," Lily said, "Like your godfather, Sirius, your father would probably think it would be a great prank. After all, neither Hogwarts or Beauxbatons knows you have been given special permission to become a contender, even though you're only fourteen. That will shock everyone!"

Harry laughed, then shrugged. "Like I said, I doubt I'll be chosen. Everyone here is far more talented."

"That is nonsense, big brother, and you know it!" Lily's daughter, and Harry's sister, Rose, said. "You placed third in the contention Tournament!"

"Yes, Rose, third," Harry said, "That means there are two others far better than me. They have a better shot."

Lily sighed. "The placement in the tournament doesn't matter, Harry, or Professor Winston would have only brought the champion of the contention Tournament to Hogwarts."

Harry shrugged. "I guess. Just don't get your hopes up. I've already come to terms with the fact that I'm simply here to support the Ilvermorny Champion and be a spectator for the tasks."

Lily merely smiled and shook her head. She decided not to argue any more. Her son didn't understand that while he placed third in the contention tournament, he had done so while at fourteen years old, beating all but two sixteen and seventeen year old students. Even though two others had beat him, it didn't mean he wasn't as impressive, or skilled, or as powerful as them. He was the underdog of the contention tournament, and everyone thought he wouldn't have a chance of even been chosen as a contender. But now, even most of Lily's fellow Professors thought her son was a shoe-in for Ilvermorny Champion.

Lily wasn't sure what she thought about that. After all, the Triwizard Tournament was extremely dangerous. It had been banned for nearly two centuries, and there was a history of several deaths of past champions during the tournament. She knew if her son was chosen as Champion, there was a good chance he would seriously injured or worse. She would love if he was simply a spectator for the event. But she also knew her son was skilled and talented. In her mind, there was no denying he would be the Ilvermorny Champion.

"Pilot Black and Co-Pilot Lupin to Professor Potter," Sirius Black's voice rang overheard, breaking Lily's thoughts, "ETA is ten minutes. Repeat. Ten minutes to Hogwarts."

Lily brought her wand to her throat. "Ten minutes. Loud and clear. Thank you Pilot Black."

Lily smiled as her children and the students around her reacted happily at hearing they were nearly at their destination. Lily cleared her throat loudly to get the attention of all the students. They went silent and looked at her.

"Listen up," she said, "In ten minutes we're going to arrive on the Grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You may know that Professors Black and Lupin, and myself, were all students at Hogwarts during the seventies. All three of us are well acquainted with the castle, which is why Headmaster Winston asked the three of us to accompany you as chaperones.

"I expect when we arrive, we might be greeted by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, his staff and the students of Hogwarts. Once we are allowed into the castle, we will enter the Entrance Hall, and wait for instructions. When it is time, we will make our way into the Great Hall. All students present will be seated together at one of the four specific tables, though the exact table has not been specified yet.

"When the Feast is over, we will return here to the Thunderbird. By then Professors Black and Lupin should have taken care of the living arrangements for us. None of you are to submit your names for contention until tomorrow morning. Am I understood?"

Harry and the rest of the contenders nodded.

"Excellent," Lily said. "There is something else you need to know that has been kept quiet until now. For the past thirteen years, Great Britain's wizarding society has been living under the belief that myself, and my son, Harry were killed on Halloween in 1981."

Most of the students looked shocked and concerned.

"There will likely be a lot of reactions, and a whole lot of unnecessary fuss," Lily continued, "over the appearance of myself and my children. Please do your best to ignore it. If any of the Hogwarts or Beauxbatons staff or students speak to you about such a topic, direct them to me, Professor Black, or Professor Lupin. I do not want to hear about an international incident started by any of you, whether it be because of me and my family, or anything in general. Have I made myself clear?"

There were several nods, and murmurs of assent.

"I am not ordering you to ignore the Hogwarts and Beauxbatons students, ladies and gentleman," Lily said. "One of the goals of this tournament is to promote International Magical Cooperation. If you want to make friends, feel free. If, perhaps, one or two of you, end up taking a Hogwarts or Beauxbatons student to the Yule Ball in December, I would not be against that -"

She grinned as several of the students chuckled.

"But please – do not be the cause of any international incident," Lily said, "I would be most displeased with you."

The students chuckled again, and nodded.

"Only one of you will have the honor of being the Ilvermorny Champion in the Triwizard Tournament," Lily said, "The rest of you will be here in support of your Champion, and as spectators for the Tasks. I don't want to hear any complaints against the contender who is chosen Champion, no matter which of you it will be. We are all here to support each other. There may be rivalries amongst your Houses at Ilvermorny. But we are not at Ilvermorny right now. We'll be at Hogwarts from tonight until late June. Between now and then, these are your Housemates. Professors Black, Lupin, and myself, your Heads of House. We stand united. We are Ilvermorny!"

Lily grinned as the students – Harry and Rose included - raised their fists and cheered.

The cheering stopped ten seconds later as Lily raised her hands. She picked up a small backpack which was resting between her legs, and opened it. She reached into it and handed a vial to her daughter, then to her son, and took one for herself. She then gave the backpack to Harry.

"Pass the bag to your neighbor, Harry," Lily said, then she addressed her students. "These vials are filled with what is known as a Time Lapse Draught. Consider them a Jet Lag Cure. They will keep your sleeping schedules the same, even though we now have a six-to-seven hour time difference between Hogwarts and Ilvermorny. You can drink it now, and it won't make you drowsy or sleepy until your normal bedtime."

She brought the vial to her lips and drank down the Draught. Her children followed in suit, and the students did the same, as they took a vial from the backpack. The Draught tasted like a sugary drink, and wasn't disgusting at all. Lily Potter took pride in brewing – and teaching her students how to brew – Potions and Draughts that were more delectable to the pallet, instead of those disgusting-tasting Potions she had been used to in wizarding Great Britain during the decade she had been there as a witch.

When the last student drank their vial, Lily summoned the backpack and all the vials, and stored them.

"Pilot Black and Co-Pilot Lupin to Professor Potter," Sirius' voice rang overheard once again, "ETA is five minutes. Repeat. Five minutes to Hogwarts."

Lily brought her wand to her throat. "Five minutes. Loud and clear. Thank you Pilot Black. Let us know when there is one minute to ETA."

"Loud and clear, Professor Potter," Sirius said.

Lily smiled and looked around at her children and students.

"When we set down," she said, "You are to line up in two rows from youngest to eldest amongst you. So Harry and Rose, you will be at the front of the two lines. I will, of course, be leading everyone out. Leave your belongings, except what you have on you, in here."

When Sirius announced one-minute to ETA, Lily stood and instructed the students to get into lines. She stood in the front center, watching the students line up. As the Thunderbird began its landing, Lily turned to the large door. Rose clutched her hand in her mother's, who looked down at her daughter with a smile.

"You nervous, Rosie?" Lily asked.

Rose shrugged and gave a small nod.

"Don't worry," she said, "I think you'll love Hogwarts. I'm sure you'll make some friends."

"I miss my friends," Rose said, sighing.

"All your friends still have those mirrors you gave them, right?" Lily asked.

"Yes, Mom," Rose said, "And I have mine."

"Well, there you go," Lily said, "As long as you count for time differences between here and Ilvermorny, you can still speak to your friends through the mirrors. Distance doesn't affect the mirrors."

Rose nodded and smiled. "Okay."

Lily smiled and squeezed her daughter's hand. "Well, there you go. I'm sure you'll have loads of fun while you're here. As long as you behave yourself." She looked at Rose, then to Harry. "Both of you."

"Come on, Mom," Harry said, "We're much better than Uncle Sirius!"

Lily sighed and smiled. "Well, I can't argue with that."

"Thunderbird has landed," Sirius' voice rang overhead, "Students of Ilvermorny, welcome to Hogwarts!"

The rear door of the Thunderbird lowered, and turned into a ramp. Lily inhaled and exhaled, walked out of the hovercraft and stepped back onto British soil for the first time in thirteen years.

And so the story begins. There are several things I need to clear the air about right now about this story.

1. There will be a lot of American references in this story. Harry Potter was raised in America for thirteen years. His sister has been an American all her life. Although their mother, and honorary Uncles, Sirius and Remus, are British, the children were not raised British. For example, they call their mother "Mom" instead of "Mum", and they call Muggles "No-Maj", and Muggleborn "first-gens" (No-Maj-born sounds stupid). And they turn up their nose at British food!

2. James Potter is dead. Sorry to get your hopes up, but he's dead and gone. He sacrificed himself for his family on that Halloween, by blowing up Voldemort and himself in Potter Cottage. Peter Pettigrew, whom was with Voldemort that evening, was killed in the explosion. Voldemort's body was destroyed in the same explosion, but he survived and became Vapormort. Harry is NOT a Horcrux, but he is the Chosen One. HOWEVER, Albus Dumbledore (Manipulative-Greater Good Dumbledore) has paraded Neville Longbottom as the Boy-Who-Lived and Chosen One of the Prophecy). Dumbledore believed – as did most everyone in Britain, except for a small number of people – that Harry Potter was killed on Halloween. So he treated Neville Longbottom as the Chosen One. Due to this, Neville's personality will be much different in this story than canon.

3. Some Characters at Hogwarts will be different than they would have been with Harry Potter's influence. The first three years at Hogwarts, while canon, will have slightly different storylines simply because Harry Potter wasn't there to influence the story. Hell, Harry Potter will be much different than in canon because he was raised by Lily, Sirius and Remus.

4. Things will be happening in a fast-pace at the beginning of this story. For those of you who DON'T like romance happening within the first five chapters, this story is not for you. Harry is – er – like his father and godfather/Uncle Sirius when it comes to the ladies. He sets his sight on one particular girl, and he flirts and stuff. Of course, then there is another surprise I don't want to spoil, and it turns the Romance into an interesting plot. Harry will have his hands full. Also, Harry's sister, Rose, will have her own romantic storyline – yes, even though she is only twelve! I won't spoil it right now. It will be interesting!

5. This is a Lord!Harry story. Harry isn't a Lord YET, but he will be within the first few chapters. There will be a lot of Ancient and Noble House, and Lord and Lady stuff in this story.

I think that is enough for now without spoiling the story too much.

Here's a question for my readers! Which Ilvermorny House(s) do you think Harry and Rose Potter should be in?

Hope you liked the first chapter.

I'm not sure when the next chapter will be published. I just wanted to publish this first chapter, and see how my readers like it. I will be focusing mostly on "Harry Potter: Neko's Mate".