Harry Potter: Prince of Amber

Standard Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the Chronicles of Amber.

Extra Disclaimers: None at moment.

First off I'm a bit disappointed that there isn't a Chronicles of Amber section. No matter it will have to do here.

If you've never read the Chronicles of Amber I will explain everything in the story, just bare with it as it may take a few to chapters to explain everything.

Just bare in mind that, due to the nature of the Chronicles of Amber, this story will have no set end. It will go on till I can't think of more story lines!

Chapter 1: True Heritage

Harry was relieved to be back at Hogwarts. It was the first day back and this year couldn't be as bad as last year, could it? Umbridge, Sirius and the Prophecy had been all Harry could think of over the summer it had, along with not receiving anything from his friends, almost driven Harry insane. The only thing that stopped this had been the Dursley's. Oddly enough having them treat him the same as they always did, had given Harry a sense of normalcy that he'd lost with everything in his life. Harry snorted at the thought that anything about his family life was 'normal'.

"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione asked. Harry glanced up from his dinner that he'd been staring at unresponsively ever since they had sat down, and tried to smile.

"I'm fine." He said. She did not look convinced in the slightest. She glanced down.

"Harry, you're doing it again." She said.

"Huh?" He said, he glanced down and dropped the quill he hadn't even realised he was holding. There neatly drawn on some parchment was the same pattern he'd been drawing all summer. It was exactly the same each time he'd drawn it as if it came from somewhere deep in his subconscious. It was very complex and beautiful to him.

He been drawing that pattern for as long as he could draw anything. But since he'd started at Hogwarts it hadn't come as much, that is until this summer, when his hand had been acting on it's own to draw it every time it had the chance. He noticed that Hermione was staring at him, and pushed the parchment off the table, he smiled at her.

"It's nothing really." He said. She looked at him with a look that made Harry inwardly groan, it clearly said that there was a trip to the library in the near future. "Look honestly, it's not important." He caught another look. "And no, it's nothing to do with Voldemort." Harry said emphatically. Hermione opened her mouth to reply but Harry was saved by the arrival of a flustered Ron.

"Bloody slimy Slytherin git!" He declared.

"Ron!" Hermione said. "You can't talk about professors that way!" Harry couldn't help but laugh at that. She turned on him. "What!?"

"It's just." Harry said between laughs. "You knew he was talking about Snape. So you must think that same thing!"

"He's got a point there." Ron said laughing himself, his rant forgotten. Hermione's cheeks darkened.

"Honestly!" She said. "I don't think of Professor Snape and a 'slimy Slytherin git!'" She said.

"I'm so glad to hear that, Miss Granger." A silken voice said behind her. Hermione paled as she looked back at Snape.

"I'm sorry sir!" She squeaked. Snape raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry I heard you, or that you don't think that?" He drawled. If possible she paled further.

"I...I.." she said.

"No matter, I sure well be able to discuss the matter tomorrow at eight."

"Yes sir." She said as soon as he left, she hit Ron on the arm.

"What!?" He protested.

"That was for getting me detention two days into term!"

"Well, I've waited five years to drop Potions and just when I get away from him, he switches to DADA!" Ron said.

"And I suppose he did it just to annoy you?" Hermione said.

"Wouldn't put it past him." Ron grumbled and Harry smiled, everything was normal. Maybe nothing will happen this year, he really needed a quiet year. Apparently that was to much to ask for, as less then a minute later the hall doors were flung open with such force that they banged against the stone walls. Several people from the tables closest to the door let out yelps of shook.

There was a man standing in the doorway, he paused for a moment then started to stride down the centre of the hall, towards the staff table, in a manner of someone who was certain of his superiority over everyone else in the room. He was just shy of six foot, with black hair and bright green eyes. He was dressed entirely in black with sliver trims, and the black cloak was fixed with a clasp in the shape of a sliver rose. (A/N anyone who knows of the Chronicles of Amber should already know who this is.)

"He reminds me of Malfoy." Harry whispered.

"Yeah." Hermione whispered back. "But he sort of looks like you." Harry rolled his eyes.

"And I guess anyone with red hair looks like Ron, right?" He asked. Hermoine gave him an annoyed look.

"Well." She started airily. "There's only one person I know with eyes that green."

"She's got a point there, mate." Ron said watching the man. Harry looked at the man again, he guessed there was something familiar about him, but Harry couldn't place it. He then noticed something sticking out of the man's cloak behind his head.

"Does that look like a sword, to you guys?" He asked. Neither of them had a chance to reply as the stranger had reached the staff table and was just standing, watching them. Several of the Professors had stood, and were starting to pull their wands out. But Dumbledore waved them back. They sat back down, Snape glared at the man and McGonagall watched him warily. Dumbledore spread his hands and smiled pleasantly at the man.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" He asked, eyes tinkling. They looked at each other for sometime, before Dumbledore winced slightly, it was barely noticeable, but it seemed to be what he man was waiting for as he spoke immediately afterwards.

"Perhaps, but formalities should be observed first." He said, he tone leaving no room to deny him.

"Of course." Dumbledore said smiling again. "I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and wizardy, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot." The man did not seem impressed.

"Prince Corwin, Lord of Amber." He said calmly. There was a buzz of conversation in the hall at the revolution that this man was a Prince and several Slytherins took more notice of the events.

"He's a Prince!" Hermione squeaked.

"So what." Ron said "No big deal really."

"Honestly Ron!" Hermione said. "You should know that there are virtually no Wizarding royal families left, this is a really big thing!"

"Whatever." Ron said. Dumbledore recovered from his surprise.

"What can we help you with, your highness?" He asked.

"I am looking for my daughter." Corwin said. "I believe her adoptive name is Lily Evans."

Harry felt the blood drain from his face at the mention of his mother's name. He could almost feel everyone's eyes on him.

'Dear Merlin! Why is it always me!' He thought and wished that the floor would just swallow him right now.

"I'm afraid." Dumbledore said. "That Lily Evans died fifteen years ago."

"I see." Corwin said icily and turned as if to leave.

"But I believe there is someone here you would like to met." Dumbledore said. Corwin turned to look at him again. That was apparently his way to get Dumbledore to continue. "Her son is here. Harry would please come up here." Harry was too busy trying to disappear that he didn't hear him. Hermione elbowed him in the ribs.

"Harry!" She said. "Get up there!" Harry looked up and saw the headmaster looking at him, as well as all the staff and the Prince. Harry got to his feet and started to walk towards the staff table, staring at his feet the whole way. He felt his face burning in embarrassment at the whole school staring at him yet again. When he got to the table he stood in front of the Prince, still looking at his feet and shifting uncomfortably.

A hand gripped Harry's chin and forced his head up. Harry gasped as the hand tightened. Harry looked up in shock to lock with cold green eyes, only alittle intense in colour than his own. Corwin smirked and turned Harry's head one way then the other, as if examining him. Harry didn't like the feeling and glared at him. Then Corwin's smirk melted into a smile. He let go of Harry chin and he laughed. The coldness completely gone in an instant.

"You defiantly have Amber Blood in you, boy." He said with a genuine smile. "What is your name?"

"Harry Potter." Harry said nervously. Corwin waved his hand a dismissive manner.

"Forget the Potter part, you have no need of it." Harry felt his anger rise and he glared at the man again.

"It is who I am." Harry said. Corwin looked down at him and his annoyance crossed his features for a moment.

"No, it is not." Corwin almost hissed. "You true heritage is greater than anything your father could have given you." Harry couldn't do anything but stare at the man that said he was his grandfather, and yet didn't look a day over thirty himself. "You are of Amber Blood. You are my grandson. You are Prince Harry, an Amber Lord!"

There you go! Please review!

I recommend that everyone should read the Chronicles of Amber! It one of the best fantasy series of the last century!