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A Bloodied Canvas
Chapter 1 Planning…
"Violent tears…A suffocating hold…Don't cry dear heart…Our secret's not yet told…" recited Harry as he sat on the mattress that served as his bed. Harry was thinking about life. His life royally sucked. He was only a weapon for The Order for the Bloody Chickens, as he called them. He hated being a weapon; weapons had no purpose other than being cold blooded killers. Then they were destroyed because of their power, they were too dangerous.
So he was done, he had decided. After making yet another gaping gash in his arm, again, he grabbed a "blood jar" and let his blood fill it with a steady flow. When it was full he placed the cap on it, and placed a preservation charm on it with the flick of his forefinger. He couldn't let his "paint" dry out or fester. He had discovered that the Ministry couldn't track wandless magic, which he'd had all his life.
Not everyone knew this but he'd been aware of his power since he was two years old. He'd broken one of Petunia's dishes and was getting his punishment, (lashings by his uncle's favorite chain) when suddenly Vernon had been tossed across the room. A livid two year old Harry had stood up, wounds steaming as they healed with a hiss; he had begun to send curses he didn't even know in Parseltongue. Of course Harry had wordlessly Obliviated them (which he did many timed in the future) and they had resumed the usual treatment. Harry just punished then Obliviated them each time afterward though. He could have stopped them at anytime but he had found that he liked the pain, in fact it didn't even hurt to him, it felt euphoric.
Anyway, the Ministry couldn't track him. So he collected his things into his trunk, spelled the contents to not move, and then shrunk it to the size of a shoe box. He slid it into a Basilisk hide knapsack, crept out of his room and woke Dudley. Then together they left the house to go to their recently purchased New York-style flat.
Now to explain to the confused ones: Harry has actually been friends with Dudley forever; they just pretended to hate each other to keep up appearances. And it turned out that Dudley was actually a wizard as well. Both he and Harry ha been tricked, Dudley into believing he was a Muggle, and Harry into believing he was supposed to go to Hogwarts. Turns out that both of them had been requested to attend Arcanum Institute of Shadows, when they had found they had been furious. By the time they had calmed down each of them had sent a letter of explanation, in return teachers had been sent with a spell to displace time. Inside the Time Dilation spell they had spent ten years learning all that Arcanum had to offer like: Dark, Grey, Black, Blood, Runic, and Soul magics; as well as Weaponry, Battle courses, Self Defense, Occlumency, Legimency, Alchemy, and Necromancy. All in all, when all was said and done Dudley could defeat the entire Order, minus Dumbledore; and Harry could basically decimate the entire world with the wave of a hand. They had been transported to the Institute, attended the Graduation Ritual, and returned home. And to the outside world it would have happened all in only the first week of summer vacation in Harry's fifth year (meaning they would go into the sixth year next). They had decided to go back to Hogwarts, be raised to seventh years, get resorted, then rock Hogwarts and the Wizarding world to its cores.
