I am editing some mistakes I caught in my work but if there are some remaining please ignore them. I am not so good in grammar. Chapter 1
FIRST MAGICAL TOUCH
Eight years old Harry
It was mid-december and the streets of privet drive were covered with snow. A little boy of no more than eight was right now lying bloodied on a ratty spring mattress in a small cupboard under the stairs in number 4. He was too close to death and yet too far away. He slipped in his mind, a weird state between consciousness and unconsciousness to escape the pain and cold. He was in a very bad shape, for you see, this child was not the normal happy eight years old, but the abused wizard left to the mercies of magic hating muggles nearly seven years ago. His parents were murdered by the notorious dark Lord, Voldemort when he was but one. He was also cursed by the same killing curse which took his parents' life but somehow survived. But right now, he was once again battling for his life after he was caught trying to sneak some food to eat by his obese walrus like uncle.
Let me introduce the people of whom I am speaking. The boy is Hadrian(Harry) James Potter, born on 31st July, 2000 to James and Lily Potter née Evans. He was living with his aunt, Lily's sister, Petunia Dursley and her family, her husband Vernon and son, Dudley. He was not liked by anyone in the house and often had to make himself scarce. He was also the boy-who-lived, revered by many as the hero in the wizarding world for somehow destroying the Dark Lord.
Now, back to the child's predicament. He was slipping into his mindscape for the first time. What he sees was perhaps no better than a demolition site with all the cluttered mess, later recognised as memories. Now, Harry was a very intelligent child, despite appearances to the contrary. He knew that he had to organise the mess to make any use of the knowledge scattered hither-tither. So, he started the gruelling task of organisation. He had once read a book on the topic and the gist was to create categories and subcategories to make it efficient enough. So, Harry, in his unprecedented and beyond the years maturity decided to categorise based on the type of memories they relate to- for example the knowledge related memories or the Dursley residence related memories. So, the construction of his mind began.
Firstly, he remembered that as he was in his own mind, he had the absolute power there. So, with a single thought, he pulled everything into a pile at one point. He then segregated them into the smaller piles based on the place of action, mostly Privet Drive, the school and the local library. There was also the nifty little fact that he remembered everything that he had ever experienced. So, the piles were still fairly big. He also was at loss as to what exactly he could do to the memories. So, a plan was needed.
He then began to plan. He first recognised the fact that the mindscape was meant to be his safe haven and thus, he didn't want to have his number 4's memories scattered around his mind. Also, it needed a structure rather than the void like place he was in. Then, he had an epiphany, why not shape the memories. He got to work. It was a fairly time consuming activity but he knew he had plenty of time in the cupboard. His uncle really wasn't going to allow him out for another week. He shaped the painful memories of his beatings, verbal abuse, psychological and emotional abuse, and yes, he knew it was abuse, into solid unbreakable titanium blocks. He used this to make walls and ceiling of his safe haven in the shape of an enormous dome with the memories extending outwards so, there was no feelings radiating inwards. This made the structure thick and virtually numb. Inside the dome, Harry was pretty much sheltered from the pain. He had to give the blocks time and energy to meld with each other and set and thus, make it indestructible.
With this done, he then began to focus on other piles cluttered around him. He decided the factual knowledge he got by reading the school as well as the local library will remain in the shapes of books and neatly organised subject wise and then, alphabetically, author wise. This system was used by the local librarian and was highly efficient. This considerably lessened the amount of memories to be sorted. 'After all, I have read the whole libraries including the extra books available in number 4.', thought Harry, with a rare true smile.
He then began to investigate what was left. He came across most of the memories of his first year, before his parents were killed. He did not want to look at them. Although he was against the saying, ignorance is bliss, in this instance, he vividly recognised the need. He knew he had never mourned his parents. Not because what his so called family told him, he didn't need to be a genius to tell they were lying, but because he knew that it was impossible to miss what he never had in the first place. He knew that seeing his parents showering him with love and attention will melt his heart and make his survival very difficult because it would become a weakness, a pipe dream, and Harry did not do well with weaknesses. So he decided to shape them in photo albums, more like video albums, and stuffed them neatly in a bookshelf in the very back of the dome and built another wall to contain them.
The last memories were of mundane activities that did not fit anywhere so he decided to mould them into light spheres and hung them on a chandelier to give the room a soft glow. Next, he made an automatic organising system which will sort the memories as they form in their correct places. This also brought him to the problem he had been ignoring during the sorting. The instances where he did something that is scientifically not possible, teleportation for one. He knew he had to follow them to the source of the disturbances and hopefully stop them before it got him killed.
He eventually found his way to the center where the source lay, but it made him slightly dizzy to see what he was looking at. A cataclysmic structure dilating and undulating stood there, unnaturally bright. But what alarmed him were numerous chains wrapped around it in different intensities. He could feel that most of of the upper layers were his own work corresponding to the times in which the punishment for causing an unnatural thing was doled out. He knew that breaking them will be a slow process. He also knew that this was the healing energy that had kept him alive so long. Even now, he could feel the threads going from the centre to the body parts that needed healing. Also, what he discovered was that under the numerous weak chains he himself had wrapped were other malicious ones that were placed by an outsider. He needed to break them. He knew that with the whole centre unleashed, Vernon will not be able to harm him and he will have a fighting chance until he could get a chance to get out of the Dursley residence. He would have to keep up the meek and submissive act until then. Shaking off the planning, he observed the chained, for lack of a better word, energy source. He suddenly realised that if it could heal his other injuries, it must be able to heal his eyes as well. And, so, for the first time, Harry connected with his magic to guide it willingly. He broke off the top two chains with some difficulty and directed the freed beams to his two eyes. His eyes burned with the input of this energy that for a moment he cursed himself for the first impulsive decision he has made in quite some time without laying it out like a science project and thinking of the consequences. But then, he realised that his eyes were getting better and with his direct contact with the energy source, he was healing more rapidly too. As soon as he was finished, he found himself slipping out of his mindscape into consciousness.
And so, the messy raven haired wizard opened his exquisitely captivating emerald eyes.