Chapter 1

A young man with green eyes was sitting inside the kitchen of the house he had grown up in with the only mother he had ever known. The news wasn't good, but it would not be the first time this young man would face hardship; however, he was really upset that something like this had happened, and he had no control over what could happen next, "But mum I really don't want to do this."

Pernelle Flamel took a deep breath sighing sadly. Her son was a strong young man, but every man had his breaking point, "I know you don't Harry. Nicholas has not slept trying to figure out how he was going to tell you. I actually had to just take mercy upon him and tell him that I would break the news to you. Sadly, your father didn't take that much better and still has not slept trying to figure out how he may get you out of the magically bonding contract, but the risks are too great. I think we are just going to have to roll with punches and enter you into this tournament."

Harry stared at the table bitterly realizing just how unfair the whole situation was. He had been looking forward to this upcoming year for a while now. He was supposed to start working on his Animagus ability with his Nicholas, whom had not worked on the transformation in over three centuries, and they were both looking forward to the process for quite some time now. He was also supposed to start working spell creation with Pernelle, which was something else the family had been looking forward to as the young man grew into his magic.

"The goblet of fire institutes a magically binding contract. The question remains to be though is the magic that entered your name into the tournament truly yours? Or was it simply someone who put your name in the goblet, and their magic will be tied to the contract. Either way I am afraid it is too great of a risk. Your magic is too much a part of you, and if somehow they managed to tie your magical signature to the tournament, then I do not believe you would not survive the fallout. We have been very careful over the years, but if we slipped anywhere, and we are wrong it would cost you your life. Not worth the risk."

Harry sighed, "Yes I think you're right. I don't like it, but magically binding contracts are tricky. I have read about the goblet of fire before, and I remember reading that one person had backed down from the tournament right before the final task and it killed him. Losing his magic was just too much and his body couldn't function without it. As unhappy as I am about the whole situation I think it is better to just compete. With all these weird dreams I have been having I just can't help but feel something is…stirring."

Pernelle put a gentle hand on the young man she considered her son. These dreams had puzzled and concerned her husband and herself greatly over the past few months but there was nothing they could do as they were seemingly random. She decided to speak softly and encouragingly hoping to take his mind off such dark things, "Let's look at the positive side of things though dear many good things can come from this. You can finally spend some more time with Neville. I know he really enjoys training with you over the summer and allowing him to sit in your coach's chair at the U17 Tournament I think may have made his whole Summer. This can also allow you to decide if you'd like to attend Hogwarts for your last few years of schooling. Nicholas and I have both encouraged you to get a more public education that way when it's over you can always come back and apprentice under either or both of us."

Taking a deep breath Harry saw many possibilities and scenarios unfold in his mind. Over the most recent Summer Harry had trained with Neville a lot and the son of the famous aurors was quite talented and had a very gifted eye at recognizing dueling tactics, and even though he wasn't that good at dueling, yet Harry was positive when he grew into his power he would be an incredible duelist. It was due to this that Harry asked the boy to be his coach in the tournament, and while most people chose their parents or dueling instructors Harry didn't have either of those, and Nicholas had asked not to be brought into it but offered to buy him a coach. Harry refused and decided to pick someone he knew, and Neville was the perfect fit. They trained together all the time, and he had coached him several times when Harry competed on the National circuit, they had even won the National Championship that year together, so why stop the train if its running so well, "I think it might have been what Lily and James would have wanted. I know they put me down for the school at birth, but at the time I think they believed the war would be over for a long time now. However, the Pureblood dogma is just as bad now as it was when they were in school if not worse. It's not something I really wanted to be exposed too."

Another voice entered the room at this, "You couldn't have run from it forever son."

Nicholas Flamel was wearing a doctor's coat, and scrubs underneath it to indicate to the two occupants of the kitchen that he had been in his potion's lab all morning. The man took short strides to the table and took a seat his bones cracking all the way down as his age was truly starting to catch up to the old immortal. Harry may have known that the father he grew up with was over 600 years old, but he had still seen the man do incredible things with his wand, and knew not underestimate him., "I know dad, I just hoped that maybe I would skip Britain all together one day and take my name as a Flamel and live on the continent somewhere. I know I can't run from the prophesy, but I would rather it not be my problem for as long as I can. The older I am the more confident I am that I can hold my own against any dark wizard that may attempt to come after me."

Pernelle smiled at the boy's aspirations. Many boys in his position would have collapsed under the weight of such pressure, but Harry didn't seem too put much stock in the prophesy and was fairly confident that if he avoided Britain and Voldemort then perhaps the mad man would not dare to ever seek him out in fear of the prophesy coming to light. Giving the boy some words of encouragement, she responded, "You will always carry our name Harry. We blood adopted you from the time you were old enough to make such decisions. Sirius has always supported the move, and if he does I think it's safe to say that your parents would have too."

Harry smiled at the name of his Godfather. He had not seen the man since the disaster at the Quidditch World Cup. Shaking his head from the memory that was threatening to pop back up he spoke again, "I know...I just will miss my reclusive abilities. I have been in the shadows of Britain for so long now."

Nicholas chuckled, "Yes just imagine the fallout you are going to cause. International dueling star is actually Harry James Potter the-boy-who-lived. The media will be in a firestorm."

Harry grinned. He had entered the circuit as James Flamel honoring his birth father and being the son of the famous immortal alchemists the Flamel's, but of course no one questioned it as he wore the heir ring of the Flamel family, so it was regarded as fact. Many reporters had tried to get interviews with him and his parents over the years, but his 'parents' had firmly rebuked it at every turn. There were very few people that knew of his true identity and the only one he didn't trust was Albus Dumbledore.

Harry spoke carefully, "I am sure we will have to throw the media a bone eventually. We will come out and tell them our reasons, and I am sure some of the public will support it. I am supposed to be a national hero to these sheep. Dumbledore insisted on another alias, and he didn't specify one way or another, so I say we could always blame it on him."

Harry said that last part with a roll of his eyes and sarcastic tone. James Flamel was a decision that was a little forced upon him, but when the decision came around, he figured he would play the headmasters game, and take the name of the family that raised him. Besides he wanted to make a new name for himself that way no one would judge him as the boy who lived, but as the boy who fought. He was adopted by the Flamel's at age 5, but had been living with them since November of 1981 they were truly the only family he believed in. Sirius Black was his Godfather and he was great and all, but if not for the Flamel's he would be sitting in Azkaban for life for the assault on Peter Pettigrew. Harry did not even want to think about what would've happened to him then.

"You should write to Sirius. I am sure he is dying to speak to you. I know his department was brought into the investigation of how you ended up in the tournament, I made sure of it." Nicholas said in confident manner.

Harry shook his head, "I will write him a letter and inform him I will be at Hogwarts on November 3rd to check in as a student and champion for the weighing of the wands. I will be representing House Potter and Flamel during the tournament, and not any particular school since I am not currently enrolled anywhere. Though I am sure my friends at Ilvermony would happily allow me to represent them I feel that it would cause back lash in the media."

Harry finished that last part with a grin and both his parents laughed. Harry had attended all of the Ilvermony summer dueling camps and had made most of his friends across the pond since he was a small boy. He even had his first kiss over there during the summer recently, and he always thought if he had to go to a magical school somewhere Ilvermony would be his first pick.

"We must tread carefully from here. Whoever did this knows you are alive and well Harry, and they were certainly not your friend. Unless this was the desperate attempt of some fan girl to bring you to their school." Nicholas said thoughtfully.

"Everyone at this point is a suspect. We can't rule out anyone or any motive. We will investigate until we have all the answers to our questions. That is our only course of action for now anything else would be a waste I believe." Harry said looking to his mother to confirm what he had said.

The women nodded in approval to the boy as his detective like mind went into play, "I concede your points Harry. Lay out our plan, and we will offer insight."

Nodding the young man closed his eyes for a moment and then took a deep breath, "Step one is to write the letter to Sirius. Then we shall floo to Hogwarts where I will remain until the Christmas Holidays I guess after the Yule Ball if they do that in this tournament, from there I will return home. In the mean time I will attempt to discover the first task and get in contact with Neville as his knowledge of Hogwarts and the grounds could be invaluable as I prepare. Perhaps a secondary goal would be to try and make some more friends. It would help having friends in Britain if I were to ever decide to take up my family names and get in the political arena. Also, I will be investigating the magical artifact to see if anyone left an interesting magical residue and try to link it back to whoever caused all this. If it a fan girl I will blast them a good one, and let by gones be by gones, but if it is something more...insidious...then we will deal with that bridge if we have to cross it."

Nicholas clapped his hands together, "A splendid plan, just remember to conduct yourself like a Pureblood lord or the masses will tear you apart especially because I see you getting sorted into Ravenclaw or Slytherin."

Harry grinned wickedly, "What you don't think I would make a good badger or lion?"

Pernelle laughed, "Harry you are plenty brave enough to be a lion, but you don't do anything without a plan A,B,C, and D. A Badger would certainly be a possibility, but your loyalty only goes to a select few, and you don't trust people in general. Not good traits for a Hufflepuff. No, your ambition and cunning intellect will land you in Slytherin or Ravenclaw I am certain."

Harry nodded in agreement, but Nicholas laughed, "A Potter in Slytherin that would be hilarious."

This caused the boy to smirk again, "Maybe I will do it just to rock the boat and irritate your old apprentice."

"We would have to call a medic for Brian. Poor meddling old fellow." Pernelle said affectionately with only a tint of annoyance in her voice.

The Flamel's had fallen out a bit with Dumbledore a few times over the years. In November of 1981 he came to take Harry, but Pernelle and Nicholas refused to give him to anyone that wasn't Sirius Black or a Ministry Child Services representative. A fight nearly broke out, but the old wizard respected his mentors enough to leave the matter the way it was for now. No matter how much he insisted that Harry should go to his last remaining relatives the Flamel's' refused to give such a powerful child to muggles. They claimed that since no child had ever been hit by the killing curse the implication and the unknown variables left to many risks for the child to be sent to a muggle home. Then the agreement came that he shouldn't go with Sirius for now as he was to irresponsible for a child at the time, so the two alchemists succumbed to their wish of always wanting a child and decided to raise him as their own for the time being. When he turned five he had stolen the hearts of both Immortal Alchemists and the rest was history, while the public believed he was either staying with his muggle relatives, or possibly even a squib. After all everyone who knew the truth was not willing to talk.

Thinking more of Sirius he was glad that he had befriended the Flamel's when he did, or things may not have gone the way history was written. Sirius had become the head of house Black after the Death of Regulus, his brother, and his father Orion Black. In the will of the Black family Orion Black had instructed the head of the family to retrieve some artifacts that had been loaned to the Flamel's and when Sirius and Nicholas got in contact the two hit off really well. Had the war not been going on Sirius might even have dragged Nicholas around the other marauders as the legendary alchemists was quite the prankster so the friendships could have struck up splendidly. Harry's favorite stories growing up were when Nicholas was pranking Dumbledore in his studies.

Thinking back to Dumbledore as years passed recently they had gotten on slightly better terms with the old headmaster even if they did refuse to let him study their stone for any reason what's so ever. He had even offered Harry some occasional dueling tips after he saw the young man fight on the circuit when he turned 11.

Shaken from his thoughts Harry sought out advise, "As amusing as it would be to give the headmaster a heart attack I feel the house of Ravens is probably a safer place for me to be. Especially considering we don't exactly know what the intent was of getting me in this tournament. Preferably I wouldn't be sorted at all, but all things considered I will have to join someone for classes. I know I could probably sit with older students, but I will mostly just do self-study I think and crush the theoretical and practical's with ease, so I can focus on the tournaments and my dueling training. Thoughts?"

Pernelle thought for a moment then spoke, "Yes that is probably for the best. Slytherin may not be a risk, but it also could be. Why play with fire when we can play it safely?"

Nicholas sighed, "Yes you are both correct. Though I was really looking forward to Dumbledore's face."

This caused some chuckles to go through the room, and Harry said his goodnight as he went to bed to write his letter to Sirius. He would surely already have heard his Godson would be in the tournament but had no way of contacting him other than by letter due to the extensive ward/rune protections on the Flamel property. He sighed and pulled out parchment and a quill and wrote a short but explanatory letter of his upcoming plans, and as he finished up he thought upon just what the tasks could be for this tournament. Dangerous would certainly be a word for it, but he felt he was up for the task. He was a better duelist than most 17-year-old boys and girls, while he also had a spell arsenal much wider then some adults having grown up with the Flamel's. After all his family had prepared him for many attacks from any possible direction, and his experience at the World Cup proved that he was capable even among fully grown wizards, so he wasn't worried that he wouldn't be capable he just hoped it was something less sinister that brought him to this turn of events.

Using the Floo Network into Hogwarts had been a bit of a surreal experience. Harry had never thought he would actually come to the castle unless they hosted some kind of international dueling competition, but today here he was in the halls that his parents, his godfather, and his ancestors had once attended. He took in the Headmaster's office and looked to the windows instantly to try and get a look of the grounds, but he couldn't get a good look as Fawkes the phoenix was by the window and instantly captured his attention. Before Dumbledore could even greet them in fact the phoenix chirped in Harry's direction happy to see the young wizard again.

Fawkes had visited the Flamel's from time to time. After all it was through the Flamel's that Dumbledore had met the phoenix and had bonded with Dumbledore as a young man. Newt Scamander even wrote a book about Phoenixes through Fawkes and he had done much of his research with the Flamel's, so Harry was well acquainted with the creature, and its kind.

Dumbledore smiled at the young man who was communicating with his familiar and spoke, "Fawkes has been excited these pasts few days with all the talk of your name coming through my office. I am slightly surprised he had not come to visit with you sooner."

Harry smiled at the Headmaster and at the Phoenix, "It is always good to see a friend Headmaster, and it is good to see you both. How are you?"

Harry said this as he went to shake the old headmaster's hand, "Quite well my boy even considering these troubled events that have taken place over the past few days."

Nicholas cleared his throats, "Is there any word? Any thoughts or ideas as to who might have done this?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "At last we have not a clue just yet. Alastor and I both have extensively searched the Goblet of Fire for any sort of clue, but nothing has come up just yet."

"Alastor Moody? I was unaware he was here at Hogwarts?" Pernelle asked inquisitively.

"He is currently the defense against the Dark Arts professor for the year." Dumbledore explained patiently knowing that his mentors did not usually care to keep up with staff changes at Hogwarts.

"Good I am sure Harry will learn something useful this year then with the capable hands of Master Auror Moody teaching him." Nicholas said feeling a little better about Harry's experience with the auror being in the castle.

"Yes, I am sure he will be a fine teacher for Harry. Just always be on your toes around him he has been known to jinx people who aren't paying attention. Something about constant vigilance." Dumbledore said with a slight touch of humor behind his voice.

"Continuing on to the point however. Harry I will have you sorted at Dinner which will be quite shortly from now, and from there you may stay with that house for the remainder of the year. I have arranged for it that as long as you are not in Hufflepuff you may take the Head Boy chambers for whichever common room you end up with. That way you may have some privacy in studying for your own purposes and for the tournament." Dumbledore said calmly.

Harry gave the man a slight bow, "I appreciate the effort to make me comfortable headmaster. What do we know of the tournament so far? Is the first task already announced?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "The weighing of the wands is tomorrow, and the first task is November 24th, so you have one day under three weeks to prepare. The task is simply designed to test your daring and ability to perform under pressure. So naturally the Ministry has decided to give the champions no information about the first task other than the start date."

"Perfect." Harry said waspishly.

The man grinned at the boy with a hint of sympathy, "I believe Champion Diggory said the same thing when he heard the news. Cedric Diggory is the Hogwarts Champion by the way. Along with Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons and Viktor Krum for Durmstrang."

Harry raised his eyes, "Fleur Delacour? I know her. She was on the dueling circuit last year. She is a very good duelist. I was glad I didn't have to face her she was rather vicious, and part of the reason that I beat Michael Cotton in the U17 championship so handily, poor bloke was exhausted."

The American was one of Harry's good friends from Ilvermony, but he was simply too tired to fight a fully charged Harry in the finals last year, and some will definitely call it the luck of the bracket, because the two young men had dueled many times and it was back and forth at best.

Dumbledore however nodded to his claim, "Yes a worthy champion of that I have no doubt, though they all are as I am sure you have heard of Mr. Krum and through the Pureblood Grapevine perhaps of Mr. Diggory as well."

Harry shrugged, "I know of them. Watched Krum play in the Quidditch finals, but that doesn't say much about one's magical abilities. Diggory and I have never met, but I have heard he is nice from a friend I have here."

Dumbledore smiled benignly, "Yes I am sure Mr. Longbottom speaks highly of our champion. Frank Longbottom and Amos Diggory have been quite close since the end of the most recent wizard war."

Giving the man a nod of his correct assumption Harry said no more. Pernelle however said, "I just want to say before we leave that we are not happy with this situation Brian. I expect you to continue your investigation and to keep my son safe while he is here. I know we have avoided drawing our wands in our fights over the years, but you mark my words Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore that if any harm befalls my son while he is in your school I will tear this castle down brick by brick to get to you. I hold you personally responsible for his safety starting the moment I return to my home. Do I make myself clear?"

Nicholas and Harry both took a step away from the women who was clearly radiating her anger towards the man in front of her, and Dumbledore had the grace to look thoroughly chastised. Pernelle may have been almost as old as Nicholas, but she was a much calmer soul in life so her body was in much better condition. That didn't mean the woman was as fast as she once was, but she was definitely a woman to be messed with. Her ability to summon wards during her dueling made her practically an impenetrable shield, "Of course Pernelle. Harry will be perfectly safe here outside of his time during the task in which case it will all be up to him."

The women sniffed at the man haughtily and brought her son in for a hug, "Write to me when you get to your quarters tonight and tell me about your encounters, and what house you are sorted into. Good luck son, we will be rooting for you, and we will be in touch as much as possible."

With that the women stepped aside for Nicholas to bring the boy into a gentle hug, "I will send you some notes on our transfiguration project so that we aren't losing time, and maybe we can make some big moves over the Christmas Holidays."

"I'd like that dad thank you." Harry said gratefully thinking about his potential Animagus transformation.

The man looked like he wanted to say more, but simply said, "Make us proud son, and just do your best. We love you, and we will speak to you real soon."

With that the two bade the headmaster a farewell and left the man with a pleasant smile on his face, "Many times over the years I questioned the sanity of allowing you to stay with my old mentors, but it seems that it was actually a very good decision and that you grew up in a very loving home with the ability to grow at your own will."

Harry nodded to the headmaster, "I think it was best tragedy of my life that allowed me to end up in their hands. Now let us begin. We have a game to play, and not a lot of time to play it. After you headmaster."

With that the two departed the headmaster's office, and Dumbledore thought of himself at a young age, as it was always a game.

(A/N) I know I know I haven't finished my other two stories, but I am stuck, so I am continuing on in hope of inspiration or ideas to finish the other two. I have been sitting on this story for over a year now, and I am about 21 chapters in so I will update this weekly, and hopefully I will have more for all 3 stories out soon. Please read, review, and I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the Son of Immortals.

Ps Next Chapter Wednesday for Potter Alliance and Son of Immortals. I will update every Wednesday for the next several weeks!