LIGHTNING MAGE

CHAPTER 1

Hmmm… let's see, how should I start my tale? Well I guess I can always go with it started with a storm, how's that for cliché. Anyway, like all great tales, mine has a beginning, middle, and it is coming to an end.

I guess I should start from the beginning, so I don't confuse you. And like I said it started with a…

Storm; that was the nicest way to describe the way nature was raging outside. Lightning crashed all around, rain pounded against everything, the wind howled in torment. Houses threatened to tip; trees uprooted and soared through the sky, cars rushed down the street floating. A medium sized house in the suburbs of England was lightly lit. Three faces looked out the window, a child, a woman, and a man, each one of them plump. Standing outside was a seven year old boy with black hair and green, wearing worn down cloths that was two sizes too large. The boy stood huddling under a small tree that did little to protect him from the rain and harsh winds. Now you may ask what this boy was doing out in a storm like this, well, he was being punished; he had gotten higher test results than his cousin who practically slept through the test. The boy was always punished for such trivial things, one time he had eaten his food without giving his cousin a chance to ask for it and his uncle locked him in the broom closet for a week without food. But that tale is for another time. Right now we are focused on his current torture… er punishment. The boy shivered as the cold rain continued to pound against him when suddenly the sky lit up and the tree he was on exploded as a burst of lightning struck it. The lightning continued it's course and flowed into the boy's body, and began frying him. PRESS PAUSE

It seems we have forgotten to mention some things about the boy. You see the boy had a gift; he had the potential to become better than anyone with the gift before him. The gift wasn't as uncommon now as it was in the past. The gift was in everyone it simply coursed through some stronger than others. The gift was magic. You see the boy was Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived. I'm sure you've heard of him I mean who hasn't. Well anyway we're moving away from the story. PRESS PLAY

So Harry fell to the ground as the lightning shot through him, but unknown to him, his magic was reacting to it, trying to heal him. Harry's relatives simply watched from the safety of their window, as the boy squirmed on the ground, lightning dancing on his wet flesh. As this was happening, Harry passed out and entered his mind.

Harry slowly opened his eyes and stared in awe at his surroundings. He was standing in a large library, full of books. The books had four colors, blue, red, green, and black. A table sat in the center of the room, a book sat on the table writing itself. The book was green, but suddenly the book closed and turned red before flying to the shelf as another book started, this one green also. Floating directly over the table was a bright light, but the light had broken black chains wrapped around it, hanging loosely. Harry then noticed the other end of the chain lying on the floor, extending into a dark almost black section of the library.

Stepping forward Harry spoke. "Wonder where I am?"

As soon as he said these words a blue book flew from the shelf and landed in front of him. The book opened and Harry began to read.

' The lightning began destroying your body, so in an attempt to keep you alive, your magic core fully awoke and began healing your body. The sudden awakening of your core caused it to pull the energy of all sources, including the lightning, to fuel it's healing. The lightning magic that now courses through you broke the chains that bound you to the serpent in the cage.'

The book closed itself and flew back to the shelf as Harry stared intently at the dark section. With a look of surprise, he spotted the bars of the cage, and inside it was a serpent. The serpent was black with feral yellow eyes. Harry took a step towards the cage and the creature hissed at him. Harry took a step back before the serpent stopped hissing and turned away from him.

"Where did it come from?" Harry asked and as he hoped a book floated to him, opening.

The book was red. 'It was left here when your parents were murdered. The serpent is a soul imprint from the dark wizard Voldemort. According to earlier memories, he was partially defeated when he attacked you.'

"Are the books memories?" Harry asked, but the book had already closed and flown back.

"Yessss." Harry was surprised to hear the snake answer. "Red isss bad, blue isss good, green isss neutral, black isss damaged memoriessss."

Harry looked at the snake hard. "What were the chains for?"

"My foolisssh ex-massster, thought to bind usss together. Making it ssso I would only truly die if you died alssso." The serpent stated.

"Why are you telling me this, wouldn't it benefit you to not say anything." Harry questioned.

"Becaussse I am different from my original ssself. Where he isss evil I am not. I represssent the remorssse in hisss sssoul. I can sssenssse your potentttial." Replied the serpent.

While Harry held this conversation with the snake, outside he sat in the flooding water, unnoticed by others. For three days he sat out there, only surviving because of his natural healing magic. Inside his mind he learned more about his parents and the magic community through the black memories and the serpent. Harry learned how to harness and control the lightning magic, enough to make small lightning bolts dance around in his hand.

"Your time isss up, you can return to your body now." The serpent to the black haired boy.

Harry nodded as he felt a pull on his body.

Harry opened his eyes and coughed, letting out a small amount of water that had built up in his lungs. Looking around, he growled in rage. He was lying under a tree thirty feet from the Dursley's house, still soaked to the bone. A good four inches of water surrounded him, the sky still pouring out rain. As he stood, he walked slowly back to the Dursley's house, small lightning bolts dancing off his skin. As he neared the house, he could hear the sounds of celebration, almost as if they were glad he was dead. With a growl, Harry burst through the door.

The three dursleys shot up from the table, surprised be the sudden intrusion. Harry stood in the door way, looking like a demon, water dripping from his body, electricity jumping around on his skin, his eyes shadowed by his hair, his fist clinched.

"Boy…" Vernon began, only to be cut off when Harry shot a bolt of lightning into his chest.

"Don't boy me you bastard." Harry said. "For years you've pushed me around, hoping I would die, well guess what, I'm outta here. Promise to Dumbledore be damned. (Learned from a broken memory)" Harry stomped up the stairs and into his room, to grab what little clothes he did have.

Changing into another one of his too large outfits, Harry grabbed a necklace from under the floor board. The necklace was a gift from a friend he had in school. Harry turned and in a flash, he vanished never to been seen at that address again.

This story will continue. i will try for monthly updates, but don't hold me to it. three months in between chapters at most

Until next time

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