Prologue

Harry Potter was a poor boy who was always picked on by his larger, stronger cousin and his 'friends.' When Hagrid first told him a he was wizard, he felt joy at the thought of finally getting back at all of his tormentors. He has learned that using magic in front of muggles is illegal, but he still continues to study magic. Two particular branches of magic intrigue him; Transfiguration and Charms.

First Year, halfway through

After the troll attack, Harry had been fascinated with Charms. A simple year one spell took down a troll. And not just any year one spell; a charm, which are said to be the most useless in combat situations. Harry, who did not grow up in the wizarding world, did not have these mind sets and saw how useful Charms could be. Jinxes, who Harry considered to be a type of charm, were also interesting and he had learned and mastered three 'minor' spells: Consancio, the fatigue jinx, Decanso, a charm that rested someone completely, and drained more energy depending on how tires the target was, and Enfermedad, the Fever Jinx.

His new friend, Hermione, had analyzed them, and said that while they do a good job of tiring an opponent and making them weak, he didn't really have any good offensive spells. She taught him Expelliarmus, to further hamper an opponent's fighting will and ability by taking away their weapon, and Flipendo, so he could actually hurt his enemies. Harry considered himself reasonably prepared for someone with no knowledge of magic before he came here.

"Potter!" Draco sneered. "Heard you risked your life to save a Mudblood… you would never catch ME doing something like THAT."

Harry gritted his teeth in anger for his friend. He was pretty sure 'Mudblood' wasn't exactly a friendly term.

"Maybe that's because you traded your conscience for good hair, Malfoy. I bet its better than most of the girls. They must be jealous."

Draco sneered again. "A two-bit insult from a two-bit loser, Potter. Too bad you're too weak to back up those claims."

Harry narrowed his eyes. Faster than Draco could react, he took out his wand and casted Enfermedad and Cansancio. Draco fell to the floor, feeling extremely exhausted and very sick. He promptly threw up. He growled and weakly brought up his wand.

"Expelliarmus!"

Draco's wand flew out of his hand with little resistance.

"A y-year-two spell?!"

"That's right Malfoy. Don't insult my friends again. Flipendo!"

Draco flew into a tree and fell unconscious.

The next day

Harry yawned and groggily got out of bed. He stumbled down to the Great Hall and instantly woke up at the great smells. He still couldn't believe he went from starving to eating food fit for kings in a transition of a few days. He practically skipped down to his seat, where Ron was stuffing his face with bacon, sausages, ham and other unhealthy 'breakfast' foods. His neighbors stared at him in a mix of disgust and interest and awe.

"Ron, I think you should stop eating so much of that salty garbage. Here, try some cereal. Or this fresh fruit."

"C'mon 'Mione, we only live once! Besides, this food is fit for kings!"

Harry heaped his plate with eggs and toast while Hermione shook her head over Ron's habits and logic. He looked over his timetable and saw that he had transfiguration next. After finishing his food he got his stuff and told Hermione and Ron he would go ahead. He slowly wandered over to the classroom.

"Early, Mr. Potter. Class should begin in 10 minutes," said Ms. McGonagall.

Harry leisurely took out his textbooks. They were studying how to turn an object into something larger. For practice, they would be making toothpicks into chess pieces. He snuck up to the practice stores and took one toothpick.

"Fantasie transformare."

The toothpick changed into an elaborate chess piece, modeled after the famous chess pieces used by one of the most powerful wizards in history, Merlin. He proceeded to make more pieces, then finally a board in the few minutes before class. McGonagall rose one eyebrow at Harry, who was still oblivious to the attention he was receiving.

"Woah, Harry, nice chess set. Looks familiar…. Where'd you get it."

"Made it just now….." mumbled Harry.

"Stop playing Harry, I'd really like one of them and-"

"It is true Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter transfigured the toothpicks in front of my eyes, going beyond even Outstanding level considering what he did even with his inexperience. Fifty points to Gryffindor."

"Here, Ron, you can have it."

Ron nearly fainted from the fact that McGonagall just gave them FIFTY points, Harry actually made that, AND he as giving it to Ron.

"Gee, thanks, Harry."

He took a seat and turned red as he saw people looking at awe at Harry or staring enviously at him. He tugged at his robe and did his best to ignore them.

PROLOGUE END.