It was pain beyond reasoning. It was pain beyond anything…everything. First, it was the dreams, waking up with a knife stabbing in my head. Yeah, it was only the scar, but now it's my whole body. Two people are killing me…Voldemort, and Uncle Vernon. I have one simple question…Why is it me, why cant this happen to someone else? I'm afraid to go to sleep…afraid of my Uncle. People think that the famous Harry Potter has a perfect, carefree life. Ha, Perfect my ass. You know, they should try to be me. They should feel the pain. I wish I would just die. Let it all be over…but I can't. This has to be a secret. Nobody can know. Not even my best friends. Nobody…but me.
Harry sighed and set down his quill. He took the journal closed it and placed it under the loose floorboard. It was like Riddle's journal, but not mind controlling. Plus, the words stayed on the paper. He looked at his clock. 12:00 am. Yep, its time. Dudley and Aunt Petunia are at the store, Vernon at home. It is time for the beating, time for the pain. BOOM! Harry's door banged open and Uncle Vernon entered the room with his baseball bat in one hand and a knife in the other. Oh no, not the knife. Not the words. WHACK! Crack, splat, pain. The baseball bat smashed into his ribs, breaking one. Uncle Vernon ripped off Harry's shirt and took the knife carving words into him.Freak, liar, (and the dreaded one) MURDERER. Yes, Vernon knew. He knew that Sirius died. How? Well Harry sure doesn't know. Vernon carved an X into his back. Harry's blood was seeping on the floor. The knife was gone. Now it was back to the baseball bat. It was always the chest and the legs but not the face. Vernon didn't want anyone to know he was beating Harry. He didn't want to get in trouble for anything. But something happened Harry did not intend. He yelled at Vernon,
"Why are you doing this you sick bastard!?" Ok, that was cue to be whacked in the face. Please let the pain stop Harry desperately thought. Blood seeped down his nose. Harry then slumped on the ground unconscious.
He woke and it was dark. The only source of light was from the moon. Harry sat up but deeply regretted it. He groaned. His body was in pain. Vernon must have beaten him while he was unconscious. Go away pain, leave. Searing pain shot into his head. Not from Vernon. Voldemort? But this was different. He felt different, the pain turned into, well, not pain. Harry looked at his body. A glowing light was coming from him. The words disappeared, so did the pain. He stood up and walked to the mirror. He gasped. Everything was back to normal. The blood was gone. Whoa, that was…odd. Did I find some new power from me? Come journal. Harry thought waving his hand. Then his journal shot to his hand. Ok, that was odd. So is it whatever I think, happens. Uh…Have all my Hogwarts things be packed away. Then, all his books, quills, robes, clothes, wand, broom and everything else flew into his trunk.
"Oh boy, what's happening to me," He whispered. Then words appeared in the air.
You have the power of the Migor. The strength of the Shakrio. And wisdom of the Great Enoimreh. You are holding a great power. You are the only one in one hundred, thousand years to posses it. It happens when someone turns 17 and already holds some power of evil but is good. You are a Magician of Darkness. You can do anything with a wave of your hand.
I can? I can! I am 17. Today is my birthday. I do hold Voldemorts evil power. I am good. Shrink trunk. Harry's trunk shrunk. He stuck it in his pocket. Fly, Harry then soared out of his window. Let all the pain Vernon gave me reverse on him. Just then, a scream emerged from the house.
A/N: Well, Do you like? Got an idea.