He has begun his conquest of the world.
The Prophecy was meaningless.
Muggle-Borns and Half-Bloods began life in Hell. The Veela were regarded as little more than creatures, and Harry is spirited away from this lost world by a Stag and a snowy white owl.
"We will protect you. Always," said James, and watched as his beautiful wife retake her human form, emerging from white feathers.
"We have spent too much time...too long..." panted Lily, her eyes, to James' alarm, more yellow than it's usual bright green, "J-James...I'm...forgetting..."
"We will always watch over Harry, no matter what." said James, with utter conviction.
"You do not have to do it alone," said a stranger. When the frantic parents and toddler looked up, there were two red phoenixes, one larger than the other.
In the next instant, the phoenixes were replaced by a beautiful woman and a child, a toddler really, with iridescent silver hair. Veela!
"You are in the realm of Oberon and Titania," said the adult Veela, "if you but ask, we may offer a boon upon you."
Dark Fantasy fic where Harry grows up in the Fae Wilds, and an unpredictable young man returns to Wizarding England with a phoenix, stag and owl, and woe to any who stands in his path as he sets about restoring light to a land starved by shadows for too long.