Taken

Summary: Summer of seventh year Harry awakes to in beautifully decorated room, all he remembers is falling asleep to a white light surrounding him. Harry is taken away from the Dursley by the greatest wizard know to the Wizardry world, who trains him for his magical power, inheritance and defeat of Voldermort and takes to the past to train by Hogwarts founders. He discovers a lot about himself, friends and family. Post OoP ignores HBP

Beta: Erin Discord- thanks so much for reading and editing... any mistakes posted are mine

Declaimer: Plot is mine characters are not, all JKR

Chapter 1: The Meeting

Few minutes later Harry woke up on the floor…the last thing he remember was walking into the bathroom and looking in the mirror… and seeing himself… or at least an image of himself… but it couldn’t be…

Harry slowly got up from the floor and headed to the mirror. What he saw almost made him faint again… He was sure it was his image but just not what he remembers looking at. He was tall, almost as tall as or taller than Ron, his hair darker than before a healthy look to it and actually tame, his skin a beautiful even soft tan. He knew that the pajamas he was wearing was not his but hadn’t known why he had them on now he knew, ‘Well at least I know the clothes will fit now.’ His body was well muscle, all in the right places… he wasn’t skinning like Ron but he wasn’t big either… ‘This is too weird’ he thought ‘Okay first, I fall asleep surrounded by a white light, I find myself in a very nice room and somehow I have change, no longer a small skinning boy. Okay I need to find out what’s going on here…wherever here is??’

Harry went back into the room… to his surprise there was a house elf there with breakfast.

“Master Harry Potter your breakfast, sir” the house elf said pointing to a table that appear in front of the bed. The breakfast looked like it could fill about two or three Vernon and Dudleys together. It smelled delicious, and was making him hungry. However, how could he eat food that he couldn’t be positive whether it was poisonous or not. Harry had already come to the conclusion that this was definitely not a dream and he was no longer at Privet Drive. Someone had taken him, whoever it was had at least given him his wand, and Harry realized that it didn’t rule out a Death Eater, it could be anyone. Harry knew that for the last five years he had given wizards and witches, the idea that he was a mediocre wizard. He knew he wasn’t, his Slytherin side had kept that a secret. He actually had read more books than Hermoine, on all types of magic, probably knew more spells than any seventh year.

“I’m sorry who are you…do you know where I’m at?” Harry didn’t asked how the house elf knew who he was, being in the wizardry world for five years had taught him that with his scar and ‘mother’s eyes’ any witch, wizard or creature would know who he was.

“I, sir, am Set, sir. You is home, sir” The house elf answer smiling widely at saying he was home. “You, sir, eat and shower, sir, then Set sir will take to the den to talk to Master Meer… Set not says to sir, Master surprise Master Harry Potter.” Harry didn’t know what to say, in one hand he wanted to know who Meer... whatever was and where exactly ‘home’ was. The other hand he realized that he was hungry, like a true Gryffindor Harry sat down and with a small feel for any lingering signature of use of magic around the food, began to eat.

The food was better than Hogwarts’. When he finished he went to take a shower, he grabbed a black shirt along with a pair of dark green pants, black dragon hide boots and a black robe with dark green trim. ‘Might as well look good while I can’ he thought. When got out Set was waiting for him.

Harry followed quietly looking around it was truly a beautiful place. Everywhere he looked was decorated with class, showed that whoever lived here had money. He really wasn’t looking at the painting and photos because if he had he would have noticed the family resemblance to some of the people. Harry was deep in thought, coming to the conclusion that this was not a dream was not helping in determining where and why he was not at the Dursley. Everything so far was good thing not bad ‘well except being taken away from the Dursley… not necessarily a bad thing’ here he was given more, wherever here was, than at Privet Drive. The den was beautiful in blood red carpet with black sofas and a coffee table, with a tea ready. A small bookcase, fireplace and a huge Grand Piano made the room comfortable, serene, peaceful… he would definitely take a liking to this room. From the other side of the room enter his host…

Harry quickly drew out his wand, barely having time to sound any spell, the man had Harry’s wand in his hand with a slight flick of his….staff. ‘Okay perhaps I am dreaming… because I swear that man could be no one else but Merlin.’ He knew this was not possible, well in the Wizardry world he found a lot of things possible but surely someone could not come back from the dead at free will. But there in front of him had to be Merlin, Harry knew that the man was definitely holding Merlin’s staff; this could not be replicated and no one else but Merlin knew where it was hidden and could handle the power of the staff. Harry blinked several times, pinched himself and was tempted to try couple spells he read in order to determine whether one was dreaming or not.

“Harry please have a seat and I will explain things to you… no this is not a dream… please have some tea it has a mild calming potion for you, I promise it has nothing else and I will let you know everything and anything you like.” The man said to Harry as he sat down, serving two tea cups. “Please Harry.”

Harry heard and saw the honesty in the man but he still didn’t know whether to trust the man. Harry could tell the man was powerful, even if he wasn’t Merlin. He knew even the most honest of wizards (i.e. Headmaster) would ‘mislead’ or manipulate others even when they were honest. He hoped that the honesty in the man’s plea to sit down was real and would lead him to discover some truth, he did really wanted to get some answers. He didn’t let his guard down but this man and this house made him feel at home. He had felt it the moment he woke up, the place gave him the same feeling Hogwarts did, a place he could call home. Beside he wasn’t about to dismiss a opportunity to get answers when it was right in front of him, he was after all almost a Slytherin and knew that he needed to take advantage of the chance. He took the tea but didn’t take a drink he watched as the man took a sip of his own cup, he couldn’t afford to let his guard down but also couldn’t afford to lose the opportunity to ask some questions. He asked his first question taking a tiny sip of tea “Who are you and what do you want from me, what have you done to me… Why am I here…” He couldn’t continue because he was interrupted by the man.