A/N: Hi this is Angel. So, to anyone that cares, I obviously didn't do any random picks after the first, and I might or might not continue. I just lost the passion for them. So this is a new story about Harry gaining special powers on his 15th birthday. It kinda just popped into my mind and refused to go away so here it is. Tell me who you want Harry paired with. I'm leaning towards Harry/Hermione myself, but you decide. Hope you like it!

Decided Parings: Neville/Luna

Warnings: Very Intelligent Harry, Manipulative Dumbles and Git Ron inside, possibly Git Ginny and Molly too, tell me what you think on that.

Rating: T for dark aspects, and mild swearing.

Disclaimer: If you think I own Harry Potter you are an IDIOT! I wish. However, I do own the plot and my characters (who won't appear till much later on, except for a very short vague appearance in this prologue), as well as any poems or songs I include, I write them myself (if its not one of mine all tell you). Also, Idon't own Stephen king, Carrie, or Firestarter.

Prologue: It Has Begun

Harry's POV (Privet Drive)

(In Harry's journal)

How come no one can understand?

How come I feel so all alone?

Can't seem to find a helping hand.

This is the worst feeling I've ever known.

Dear Journal/Diary/Therapisty Thing,

I DON'T NEED THERAPY GOD DAMN IT! Sorry, had to get that off my chest. So Maya (Hermione) suggested that I keep a journal to sort my feelings out. Well I don't really know what I'm feeling right now. Guilt I guess. I feel responsible for Cedric's death. I mean, I told him to take the cup with me. So it's my fault. Right? Anyway, I'm also having nightmares every single night. Some are of the graveyard, while others are of some weird corridor and a door. I assume those are from Moldyshorts (that's my new name for Voldemort), like the ones I got last year. I just try my best to ignore them. My friends and godfather won't tell me anything that's going on, which irritates me to no end. I mean, I'm the one Moldyshorts is after. If it's got to do with him, then it affects me. He will stop at nothing to kill me. I guess I'm lucky though. He won't just send me poison, or have some Death Moron (three guesses what I mean by that) like Lucius, who is in tight with the minister, go into Hogwarts and do it for him. He is egotistical. He wishes to be perceived as having no weaknesses. And failing to kill me (thrice I might add, not including the diary Riddle) is definitely a weakness, at least to him. He wants to show the wizarding world he can do it. So, basically, he wants to kill me himself, and he wants to be seen doing it. He's a full scale diva. BTW, it's the night before my 15th B-Day,I'll be 15 soon. Yay! That was sarcasm, I'm not really that excited.

Harry James Potter

AKA: Lightning (That's my new nickname for myself, because of my scar, and I have to think and act as fast as lightning when I get into danger, which is a lot. I've always said I have 2 types of luck, good luck that gets me out of trouble and danger, and bad luck that gets me into it in the first place.

I glance over at the small nightstand beside my bed. Sitting on it are my school books, a clock, and Carrie and Firestarter by Stephen king. Little known fact about me, I love Stephen King books, ESPECIALLY Carrie (which is my fav), and Firestarter (which is my second fav). I know it's weird because I'm against violence and killing, but I love horror books and movies. I'm full of contradictions. The clock reads 11:58 pm. "Two more minutes and I'll be fifteen." I murmur to myself. Flashes of Cedric go through my brain. He'll never get another birthday; his family won't ever get to celebrate his birth with him again. A wave of guilt washes over me and I try, unsuccessfully, to shake it off. The numbers on the clock turn to 11:59. "One more minute to go." I mutter. I wish I was with my friends, and knew what was going on. I loathe being kept in the dark, and I don't know how much more of the Dursley's I can take. Dudley's diet is still going, and I am despising every single minute of it. I miss Sirius, I hope he doesn't get chucked back into Azkaban, or given the dementors kiss before I can see him again. The clock strikes midnight. "Happy Bir-" I am cut off by a bright glowing light, and a rush of what feels like raw power. The light, no power, encompasses me for a moment, and I feel as if I am being judged. Seeming to find me worthy the power goes right into me. I black out.

Third Person POV (UndergroundCastle)

Thousands of mile away, in an underground castle, a girl with silvery, blonde hair, and deep, ocean blue eyes looking to be about Harry's age, came out of a trance. She had just been having a vision of a black-haired, emerald-eyed boy receiving his powers. The girl beamed at the empty room and uttered three words that echoed off the cold, stone walls. "It has begun."

Hope you enjoyed that, let me know if I made any grammar mistakes. By the way, I'm American so if someone could fill me in on the British slang that'd be great. That being said, I will be using the American spelling of words, for the sake of my sanity and my American spell check. Please review. See you next chappie. Well I won't actually see you, but you know what I mean. Btw, Stephen King writes scary horror books, so if you get scared easily, or you're under the age of at least 14 or 15 I wouldn't read them.

-Angel