Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter, I ownly own part of the plot, and anything you haven't seen on the J.K. Rowling books and I am getting ideas from different fanfics, but I'm not naming them here. If you know who you are, then that's what matters.

a/n this is my first fanfic, and My first ever story I've really focused on. Sorry about any grammer and other mistakes that you find.

Little Harry Potter sat in his cupboard, waiting till the Dursly's went to sleep. He knew that when they went to sleep, he would be able to go get some food, he was really hungry. He sat there, thinking about the new powers he had discovered.

Flash back:

It was Christmas when he was 4 years old, he had hoped for some presents too, and when he found a present that was for Dudley from his parents, he had wished for presents of his own. Suddenly, he felt a rush of warmth run through his hole body and the name Dudley on the box changed to Harry. When Harry tried to open the gift, Dudley tried to take it away and was sent flying backwards. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernin were so furious with him for hurting there Duddeykins, so furious, in fact that he was now 5, and they still never let him get out of his cupboard except for going to the bathroom, and occasionally getting breakfast, oh of course and when he had to do some chores.

end flashback

He didn't mind the cupbard at all, anymore. He used his time while in the cupboard to levitate things, he had gotten really good at that. This morning, he had learned to reach his magical core and, his mind scape. Even though he didn't really know what his magical core or mind scape were, he still liked the fealing that his core gave him, it gave him the fealing of love, and happiness, and power. He did notice though, that one little part of the soccer-ball sized ball of magic, looked blackened and it felt there of hate, anger, and pain. Luckily, after some experimenting, he figured out that he could force some of his power into the tiny black… well, he liked to think of it as a bridge. He had actually filled it with so much power that the bridge just… well… he thought it as collapsing. After that, the core felt all his, it felt like he was hole, the hole thing made him feal of happiness. His mindscape, looked like a large forest, filled with trees, he didn't know yet what all the flying leaves all over the ground were. He could see that they had something to do with magic, but he wasn't sure what. When he looked into one, he just saw himself. He thought that was a great achievement for one day, and decided the next day would consist of looked through those leave things that he didn't really understand.

Finally, the Dursley's went to sleep. He was able to stick his finger into the cupboard lock when it was locked, and let a little of his power go out and the door would unlock. /just like magic/.

He thought it was fun to sneak out of the cupboard at night, and get a lot of food ready for his midnight snacks. He couldn't wait till the Dursley's tought him how to cook properly so he could just cook his breakfast a few hours before the others. They wouldn't suspect the "Freek" because he wouldn't believe anyone of being able to do such impossible tasks. So, they always thought it was they're Dudders, getting a midnight snack so "he could grow up just like his father" Uncle Vernin would say. Ayways, this night, he felt like going outside after he ate his meal of cookies and milk. He just felt an urge to go outside, and look into the garden. /Must be my powers or something trying to do something' As quietly as he could, Harry walked to the front door and opened it. Quietly, he walked outside, and he went to the garden that he spent so much time working on. There, on the cold ground, he saw 6 golden eggs, he could feal something in his magical core immediately want him to pick the poor eggs that were just lying on the floor. After arguing with himself a little about taking eggs from they're mommies, he walked over to the eggs. Nervously, he grabbed all five of them. Suddenly, he felt a rush of warmth hit him, he herd such beautiful music, so soothing… comforting… it was like if it had come from heaven. /Maybe, I just died, and I'm being lead to heaven?/

But, of course not, the eggs were still in his hands, and he was just standing in the garden. Sometimes he did hope that he could die and go to heaven, maybe he could meat his parents that he herd so much about in a car crash. He was pretty sure it wasn't a car crash, but he didn't know why. It felt like a piece of a puzzle was missing, and he wouldn't be able to figure it out until he learned something. After a few minutes of standing there, listening to the comforting unearthly music, he walked back inside, and went to his cupboard. Silently, he opened it up and jently placed the eggs under his little blanket. They were under his cair, after all, and you couldn't just leave a couple eggs to freeze. He knew somehow, that these eggs were happen, or what was inside of them was.