Chapter 1- Isolation to Freedom

The Empire. A massive superpower that has lasted for over a thousand years, its territories boasting vast with plenty of resources, the capital city of this power has stood since the beginning of its creation and has continued to stand as a beacon for those that wish it to be so. However just like every kingdom this empire has had its own problems beginning with the power hungry first emperor who would do anything he needed if it meant to keep his empire thriving and his gold to keep flowing in.

In his madness and greed of gold the first emperor created extraordinary weapons that caused so much damage and poured fear into the hearts of those that would dare defy the first emperor. These weapons were rightfully named Teigu or otherwise known as Imperial Arms.

Forty-eight of these imperial arms were created, each having special abilities and equipment, many were made by the rare metal known as Orichalcum, although there were those that were made from other materials, whether these Imperial Arms were created as weapons, Armours, healing items of simply turned into liquid they each held powers beyond normal human comprehension

And these weapons were what started the first Great War between the people of the magical world and the people of the empire. The magical people fearing these weapons and what they could do to them did what any human being would do, they attacked what they could not understand, and in return the empire retaliated with wrathful vengeance.

It was safe to presume that the magical people were practically wiped out by these Imperial Arms, whether they were ones that allowed the user control over the elements such as ice or fire, or if they were impenetrable armour such as the demon armour Incursio, the empire walked over the magical race like they were insects until a beacon of hope shined down.

Lady Morgana Le Fay, a supposed dark witch that was made an outcast by her own people and the rumoured nemesis of the great merlin used her knowledge of magic runes and seals to create a powerful magic barrier that would separate the empire from the outside world, in doing so she locked herself within this barrier along with the empire and was never seen or heard again.

Morgana, now caged within the empire began to pave her way through the Empire and soon killed the first emperor only to take over and become the second leader and empress of the Empire, whilst many believed that she was evil and 'dark' Morgana was far from it and whilst she might have dabbled in dark magic such as blood magic and necromancy, whenever someone called her 'dark' she would ignore it as she knew the truth about the world and its law.

The law that states there is no good or evil. There is only power and those too weak to seek it. And seek it she did and finally she had everything she wanted, powerful magic, a famous name even if it was feared and now she had her very own empire, however the more power she gained the more corrupted her mind became and the more her ideas became warped until she found herself ruling with an iron fist, her army feared her, her people despised her and her enemies worked against her

Morgana seeing the end of her reign wrote down everything she knew about magic in her grimoire, locking it away in a vault, casting wandless spells on the entire vault to keep anyone else unless they were part of her own bloodline, for she knew that sooner or later a member of her bloodline would come and just as she did, they would enter a corrupt empire and purify it with magic, she had seen it come to past within her dreams and it was because of that reason she was ready to die knowing that a member of her bloodline would be there to save the empire once more.

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Harry Potter had no idea what a childhood was, he didn't even know his name was Harry and instead thought he was named freak. From the day he could remember he had lived the life of a servant, a slave to do all the work for the people that call themselves his relatives, not once was there ever a thank you or a please.

It was always an order and if the order wasn't done correctly then punishment came, most of the time it was being thrown into his cupboard that was under the stairs where he would remain for the rest of the day unless they had found another job for him to complete

Other times his uncle would take over and punish him in two different ways, either in the form of whipping from the man's belt, laying his back with scars as the belt broke the skin and causing blood to flow down his bare body. The second option of beating was to just be pummelled by his bare fists, having his bones broken all the while having his uncle screaming in his about 'getting rid of his freakishness'.

Other times his uncle would pawn him off to his son and Harry's cousin Dudley. The fat oaf was taking boxing lessons and apparently needed a punching bag to practice on which usually meant that Harry would be locked in his cupboard with a swollen eye and a busted lip. If Dudley wasn't practicing boxing then he was usually hunting Harry down with his little gang members, surrounding the abused boy on his way home from buying the groceries and once again beating the poor boy black and blue.

Then there was his Aunt Petunia, she was less abusive only resorting to belittling and insulting Harry, however as he got older she started to gain this weird look in her eyes. When Vernon was out working and Dudley was terrorizing other kids Harry would notice Petunia staring at him out from the corner of his eyes.

It started off as staring but as time continued on she would stroke Harry when Vernon and Dudley were gone, a simple stroke on the cheek to a sultry stroke along the thigh, the second Vernon or Dudley would return she would instantly turn back to insulting him.

Then came her touches, sliding her finger across his lips, squeezing his ass, rubbing his private areas and there was nothing he could do to stop her. Being starved of food had left Harry's body undeveloped making him much shorter than normal children and a lot skinny as well as weaker.

Then one night he had no clue what was happening, but he was pulled out from his cupboard, thrown onto the sofa and soon found himself being forcefully kissed by his aunt, the woman was panting and had a slight crazed look in her eyes.

She grabbed hold of his hand and made him pleasure her, she would speak about how her husband hasn't touched her in years and she needed release, using Harry as her toy to do with what she wished.

This was the life of Harry James Potter or as he thought the life of Freak. With every passing day that he was locked up in his cupboard, his emotions would be released as tears would fall from his eyes praying to anyone who listened, asking them what he did to deserve a life like this and beg them to bring his mother to him so she could take him away from here.

It was then that he heard him. He didn't give a name but whenever he was upset he would hug harry as if he was his brother, Harry couldn't actually feel his new-found friend but he felt comfort whenever his voice was heard. His voice actually sounded somewhat angelic to Harry when he would tell him things, events that actually happened in the past.

Stories of a manipulative man named Dumbledore and the dark wizard Voldemort, the great battles that the two men had as they fought in a great war to decide the magical world. It sounded like a fairy tale the way the man spoke and he would continue to tell him these stories as Harry couldn't actually read about them himself. His aunt and uncle never gave him books which meant he never learned how to read or write, he had to pick up words by copying the words that his relatives yelled at him.

But this angelic voice that accompanied him also made his negative feelings grow, whoever he was he nurtured the hatred and anger that was growing within Harry, he explained to him that it was his mother that abandoned him here and he made him stop praying and turn his back on god.

So, this is where we begin our story, with a scowling seven-year-old Harry walking back from the supermarket picking up groceries for tonight's dinner. His left eye was a dimmed emerald green colour that showed the world just how lonely Harry was, whilst his right eye was a burning blood red colour that seemed to hold all of his anger, hatred and malice towards the world and what it had done to him

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the freak" a snobby voice spoke up from behind Harry making him growl, knowing who it was as more shadows surrounded him. Turning around he would have come face to face with the form of his fat oaf of a cousin Dudley however as soon as he turned around a fist slammed right into his nose making blood spurt out and toppling Harry to the floor.

"What are you going to do now freak, cry to you whore mother" one of Dudley's friends mocked as he soon kicked Harry in the stomach taking the wind out from his lungs and making him cough up a small patch of blood

"Yer right, this freak has no family to even cry to. All he has is this imaginary voice in his head" Dudley mocked as one night he heard Harry talking in his sleep

"Tch I bet this imaginary friend of you would rather suck my cock than talk with you freak" one of Harry's main bullies Piers Polkiss insulted causing Harry to look up and glare at the older boy, no one insulted the angelic voice that had been so kind to him, as the lighting bolt scar on his forehead began to burn

"Remember what I told you Harry, there is only strength in the world"

"And those too weak to seek it" Harry muttered to himself remembering the words that the voice first spoke to him when it appeared within his mind

"What's the matter freak" Piers growled as he grabbed hold of the Harry's collar, angry that the so called freak wasn't paying them attention and begging for them to stop like he normally did

"Listen. Can you hear it" Harry heard nothing except for the wind slowly starting to pick up

"Have you finally cracked knowing that your whore mother abandoned you so she could continue spreading her legs, knowing that your alcoholic father doesn't give two shits about you"

"Feel the control within you, it responds to your will but you must tame it first"

Piers growled once more as Harry didn't seem to listen to his remarks and insults, throwing the small kid back onto the floor, Piers kicked Harry right in the head causing his skull to snap back and the boy's glasses smash into piece

Dudley watched as Piers began to beat the crap out of his cousin. Piers was the oldest out of the group and was the most violent, normally Dudley would just insult Harry whilst it was Piers that beat his cousin to a pulp, the only time Dudley laid hands on Harry was during his boxing practice

"St...Stop" Harry murmured with blood seeping out from his mouth, by ignoring Pier's insults he had made the older boy much more angry

"What was that freak. I didn't the magic word?" The bully sneered as he punched Harry right in the eye causing it to bruise, the winds began to pick up more as Harry clenched his fists.

It was always like this, he was always too weak to defend himself from anything and yet the voice inside his head would always speak about how power ruled the laws of the earth

Harry gritted his teeth as blood dripped down his forehead, he turned and glared right into the eye of Piers's eyes, the blood red colour of his right eye held all of hate

"I said stop it! Harry roared out as he swiped his hand towards Piers, the wind suddenly seemed to roar to life as it changed direction and headed straight towards Piers blowing the group of bullies back as Piers just stood there with wide eyes

Dudley began to laugh as nothing seemed to have happen however the sound of coughing stopped that, Dudley's gang turned towards Piers to see blood dripping out from his mouth

"Wha... what did... you do... to me?" The older boy managed to cough out however before anyone could say anything, Pier's body suddenly was fell, blood sprayed everywhere as the boy was in fact severed in half, everything from the waist up fell backwards with guts falling out everywhere.

Piers's legs seemed to stand for a few minutes before falling forwards, blood showered the place covering Harry as well as Dudley, silence seemed to reign as everyone tried to digest what happened with wide eyes. It was like the wind itself had cut Piers in half.

Soon enough the group of bullies screamed in horror and ran as fast as they could away from the horror scene, Harry continued to sit there for a few minutes unable to comprehend that he had just killed someone.

"Monster!"

"Murderer!"

"Freak!"

"Beast!"

Dudley and his gang yelled out all kinds of words as they fled from the scene, Harry however looked down at his hand that was dripping with blood before fleeing the sight and running to the nearby park.

...

"You did what you had to do to survive Harry. There is nothing wrong in survival is there?" The man whispered making Harry nod his whilst wiping away the small tears within his eyes

"But I killed someone"

"And if you are to continue surviving you will most likely kill more people"

"Why?"

"Because that is the way the world works Harry"

"Who are you? What are you?" Harry questioned, the voice had been with him nearly ever since he joined the Dursley family, every time it spoke the scar on his forehead burned and when the voice appeared that was when his right eye turned blood red

"I was human once. However I became weak and deranged, all I could think about was power and because of my madness I died"

"But your here talking to me?"

"Indeed I am Harry but I have something to tell you. I wont be able to communicate with you for much longer, my soul is becoming weaker by the minute and..."

"BOY!" Whatever the voice was about to say was interrupted as Harry sprung to life when he heard the raging voice of his uncle Vernon yell, the fat man had found him and Harry noticed the black metal baseball bat that was in the firm grip of his uncle.

Still covered in the blood of Piers Polkiss, Harry ran for his life not wanting to take the beating that looked like it would kill him if his uncles eyes had anything to say about it, however whatever Harry did to Piers had seemed to drain his stamina and energy, the small boy had managed to make it to the main street of privet drive until Vernon caught up to him

*CRACK*

Harry's vision soon became blurred as something smashed against his skull, a cracking sound was heard as Harry toppled over and crashed onto the concrete ground giving of a loud scream of pain that most likely awoke the sleeping neighbours.

Turning around towards his uncle, no words had to be spoken to see that whatever he said wasn't going to help him, Vernon's face seemed to be purple and his eyes burned with anger

'The is only strength and those to weak to seek it' Harry thought in his mind before glaring at his uncle, the fat man had always tried to make him weak, acting strong and powerful when in truth the man was a coward and a weakling

"No more" Harry growled as he clenched his fists and the winds seemed to respond to him one more time, it wasn't anything extreme like what happened with Piers but the winds were powerful enough to blow the fat man over and making Vernon crack his head on the curb of a pathway causing him to swear as men and woman ran out to see what was happening whilst children snuck out.

Harry, filled with adrenaline and the dream of no longer being treated as a slave and being forced to be weak grabbed hold of the baseball that Vernon had used to crack his skull, blood leaking out from the back of Harry's head where Vernon had hit him, Piers's blood covered him and made Harry look like he had been in a horror movie

Moving closer towards his fat uncle Harry raise the baseball just before Vernon turned around, seeing his nephew about to hit him he raised his hands

"Please?" He begged however Harry gave no indication that he listened, bringing down the baseball bat and crashing t against Vernon's skull everyone around the two could only watch in horror as Harry continued to bring the bat down onto Vernon's skull, blood splattered everywhere as Vernon's skull was being turned to mush

For seven long years Harry had taken abuse and insults. He was made to be the toy of Petunia to please herself with, forced to take the abuse from Dudley otherwise the his fat cousin would tell his uncle. For seven long years he lived in his own personal hell, a slave and now, it was time for payback

A rock soon came out of nowhere and hit Harry in the face making him stumble, turning around he could saw children of all ages grabbing hold of rocks and start to throw them, no doubt that after this they will be traumatized. Parents had their phones out calling for the police whilst some went intp their homes and returned with rope or other items to capture Harry

"Freak! Monster! Murderer! Killer!" Voices called out making Harry sad, confused and scared. Why was it that his relatives could get away with abusing him but wen he gets payback they turn on him calling him an animal and a monster, looking down his eyes widened upon seeing the result of crushing Vernon's head several times.

Vomit soon rose up within his throat as he threw up the contents in his stomach, Harry started to panic and hyperventilate not knowing what was going to happen to him, in his time of distress and panic something magical awoke within his body and before the adults could get close to him Harry suddenly disappeared within what looked like a vortex, never to be seen again for years to come.

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Across the entire world, a frozen tundra laid hidden away, raging blizzards covered the pure white snowy lands, the very winds itself hurt those who breathed it in and amongst this harsh whether was a young girl.

Having long icy blue skin, matching pair of eyes and porcelain skin, the girl was furred clothing keeping the cold wind from touching her body, she seemed to ne dragging some sort of reptilian creature on a sledge.

A strange sound caught her attention making her unsheathe a hunting knife that was strapped to he thigh, slowly moving closer her eyes widened upon find a shivering boy drenched in blood, the boy slowly raised his head and with squinted eyes seemed to lock onto the young girl . The boy didn't say anything and only reached out his left arm, trying to reach out the girl before his arm fell limp and his face fell back into the cold snow.

"Esdeath! Where are you!" A voice called out catching the girls attention and making her turn around, raising her hands up to her mouth

"I'm over here Venelana, I found something!"she called back, nothing happened for a few minutes as the girl sat down on her sledge, waiting for her partner to arrive, her eyes glued onto the boy that was slowly freezing

"There you are Esdeath, so what did you find?" The girl now named Esdeath simply pointed her hand towards the freezing boy

"Should we leave him here Venelana. Father always says that only the strong survive?" Esdeath asked making Venelana smile before she looked towards the freezing child

"And your father is right. However between you and me your father only sees the physical strength and not the power of the soul. You head back to the camp Esdeath. I'll bring him with here"

The young girl nodded her head and began to walk away as the older woman moved forward, lifting to boy out from snow, her eyes widening slightly at how light he was

"Interesting. Very interesting"