Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Universe and all the characters belong to J. K. Rowling.

Authors Notes: Hi! This is my first fan fiction ever and I hope you will enjoy it. This is the first chapter and so far there is only one chapter but I will definitely write more! There is a little bit of Dumbledore bashing and maybe some Weasley bashing as well, later. I dont know yet. Daphne/Harry is definitely my favourite pairing and so I wanted to make a fanfiction about it as well. I have definitely drawn inspiration from fanfiction that I have read but I want you to know that most of the content comes straight from my head, even if it isn't original to my work. Have fun reading.

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Harry Potter and The Power of Fire

Chapter 1

It was midnight when Harry was startled in his sleep. It was the summer after his second year at Hogwarts where he had had to fight a basilisk to save the school from the evil power of a diary. A basilisk! He could barely believe it himself. How could a school that continuously calls itself safe harbor so many different dangers? It was a wonder no one had died so far, and Harry hadn't even started his third year yet. Still, Hogwarts was the best thing that ever happened to him. He could barely wait until he got back there again. The summer had been bad, worse than before. His whole body was still sore from the latest "lesson" his uncle had given him. A few days earlier he had missed some weed while cleaning up the garden and his uncle had pushed him down the stairs so that he wouldn't repeat it. Harry was mostly happy that he had avoided suffering any permanent injury. Although that wasn't even the worst part. Aunt Marge had visited during the summer, being the pain in the ass that she was, Harry had to endure her crap more than ever about himself and his family. Luckily, he managed to not blow anything up during her stay and things returned to normal. Well, as normal as things got at the Dursleys. While lying back down onto his bed he thought about Ron and Hermione. Ron wasn't exactly the most open minded person. He would have to do something about that once they met next time. Only two nights left, and then Harry would be on his way back to Hogwarts again.

He softly drifted off to sleep again when once more something startled him. What could it be? He slowly got up and peeked out the window onto his front porch. There uncle Vernon was talking to someone. Or rather screaming at someone and waving his arms wildly. It looked like Arthur Weasley. What is he doing here? Harry quickly ran down the stairs before Vernon succeeded in chasing Arthur off. "We don't want your kind here!" Vernon repeated angrily not for the first time since this freak arrived.

"Aah! Harry! How nice to see you!" Arthur happily exclaimed.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley." Harry answered with a smile.

"Get all your things Harry, you will stay with us the last days before Hogwarts and also, I have some important news for you."

"Oh!" Vernon grunted, happy to know that he would be rid of his disgusting nephew two days earlier than expected. It was like finding out you had two pieces of pie left when you thought they were all out. "Well hurry up boy! Don't want to keep the man waiting now do we?" He urged with an ugly smile. No, on that we agree dear uncle.

Puzzled, but also happy, Harry hurried to get his things ready. Luckily he had managed to convince Vernon to allow him to go and get his stuff a few days earlier in exchange for doing extra work around the house. And so, ten minutes later he stood with all his stuff on the porch of number 4 Privet Drive. Next to him stood a slightly stressed Arthur Weasley.

"First we'll drop off all of your stuff at the Burrow. Ready? Well then, hold on to me."

"Ready for wh..." Before Harry could finish the whole world lurched and the ground disappeared below him until suddenly he was down on his knees in the grass. He felt sick. Once the world stopped spinning he looked up and saw the Burrow. There was Molly, looking at him with pity showing in her eyes. He wasn't sure how he felt about her. She was a kind and motherly figure but it went almost too fast how she had taken in him. In a sense, it was almost creepy. "How do you feel dear?" Molly asked sincerely, but then hurried on as if it didn't really matter. "I will take all your things to Ron's room. You go with Arthur on your next business."

"Thank you Molly dear. Are you ready Harry?"

"Where are we going?" Harry asked confused.

"Why, to the ministry of course!" Arthur exclaimed. "You have been called there."

"This late? What for?" Harry was nearly bursting with questions.

"I am sorry dear Harry, but I do not know." Arthur seemed to be both curious and sad about that. "Ready?"

This time Harry knew what to expect and he tightly closed his eyes before nodding slightly. It wasn't as bad as the first time but it was still uncomfortable. When he opened his eyes again he was standing in the ministry in front of a big fountain. Before he could examine it closer Arthur dragged him away to a side door.

"Come now Harry, we don't have any time to spare." He said while leading them down a long corridor until he got to a door with the sign Head of Child Care. He knocked and got a damped "Come in" for answer and the door opened, seemingly by itself.

"Go on! I will be waiting right here." Arthur said encouragingly while Harry, unsure of himself, slowly walked into the office. It was your everyday office, with a desk in the middle. Behind the desk sat a big man with his hands clasped. He had a thick mustache and not a lot of hair on his head. Behind him was a hooded person standing with their back towards Harry. The big man gestured for Harry to sit in the chair opposite him. Hesitatingly, Harry sat down, all the while staring at the mysterious person with their back turned. He was guessing where this was going, and hoping that he was right.

The big reached out with his right hand. "Stan Crawford, at your service Mr. Potter." It was a gruff voice, suited to his looks. Still uncertain, Harry shook his hand while looking suspiciously at the hooded figure. "Now, you might wonder why you are here," Crawford continued. "It has come to our attention that your parents left behind a will. A hidden will that none other than Albus Dumbledore kept in his possession."

"What? Professor Dumbledore hid it?" Harry was flabbergasted to say the least.

Crawford gave him a calculated look. "Yes, it was only by chance that professor McGonagall happened upon him when he was fiddling with it. Now it is here in our possession and we will inform you of the part that involves you. Do you follow me so far?"

"Y-yes of course, please tell me!"

Crawford slid a paper over the desk to Harry. "Instead of me telling you, you may read the part yourself."

Without wasting anytime Harry snatched up the paper and started reading.

To Harry, our dear Harry,

We are so sorry to leave you like this. We dearly wished to watch you grow up, take your first steps, fly on your first broom, send you off to Hogwarts, watch the girls chase after you, or boys if you swing that way, be serious! I'm not Sirius, I'm Jam-Ouch! But you know Harry is gonna be a real charmer, Lily. Of course he will, but that's outside the point. Yes ma'am. Good. Anyway Harry, there are some things that we want you to know. First comes first, while Sirius is your godfather, he is not really parent-material but more like a mischievous older brother so the ones to take custody of you will be Frank and Alice Longbottom. They also got a son, born on the very same day as you Harry. You'll love it with them, Alice is almost as hot as your mo-Ouff! Stop that Lily! I already warned you! Yes, yes. Anyway, barring their availability we would want Zadoc and Celia Greengrass to take custody of you. They are a wonderful pair and have a daughter the same age as you. And with the looks of her mother she's gonna grow up to be a real beauty. James! Lily! (sigh) Harry, there is one thing you should know. You are a special boy. Let me say this Lily, you got to say everything else. Harry, in your blood, as in mine there is a special ability. The Potters have always been exceptionally good at handling fire. This is because we have a special affinity to fire. With training one can even learn to control it. Even without a wand. Once you are thirteen you should talk with Minerva or Celia. They should know what to do. We love you Harry, and wish you all the best! Just know that we will be proud of you no matter what and you will always be our favorite son. He is our only son, dork. Yes, but it doesn't make it any less true! Fair enough!
Bye Harry! Bye son. Let us hope that you will never have to read this letter.

With love,

Lily and James Potter

Harry hadn't even noticed he was crying until a tear dropped onto the parchment. It was a lot to take in. He had a godfather called Sirius? He knew there was a Sirius Black on the run from Azkaban. Is it that Sirius? And he wouldn't have to live with the Dursleys anymore. Frank and Alice were Neville's parents, but they were at St Mungo's. That left Greengrass? Daphne Greengrass was a girl in Harry's year, is it her parents they meant? But she was a Slytherin! All the while Crawford still stared at Harry with his calculating eye. That's when Harry remembered the hooded figure in the room. Hastily he looked up but the figure wasn't standing behind Crawford anymore. Instead the figure had moved to stand beside Harry, with their hand resting reassuringly on his shoulder. It was warm. Comforting. Harry looked up at their face and realized it was a woman. The hood had been drawn back. She had long, blond, nearly silver hair. Her face was as if chiseled out of a marble with straight and beautiful lines. But what made the biggest impression were her eyes. They were silver-gray with a touch of mist in them until they focused onto his and then the mist was gone.

"A-are you Celia?" Harry asked, fumbling to pronounce the words.

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Authors Notes: Thank you for reading! The Greengrass eyes are something I read about in another fanfiction and it just felt right. However I do not know yet what power they hold. About the will, I imagined Lily and James dictating to a magical quill, much like the one Rita Skeeter has, also they didn't have time to edit it and that's why it is as if a dialogue with interruptions et cetera. Hope you liked it and please review! Would love to get feedback and your input on what you think will happen later in the story!