"Boy! I swear if you do any of that funny business, I'll lock you up for weeks! Dudley needs to do his school project to pass, and I want absolutely no funny business! Do I make myself clear?!" A large man shouted as he grabbed onto base of scrawny boy's neck.

"I promise I won't do anything." the little boy with messy black hair wearing round flamed glasses held up by tape replied meekly, wincing in pain. It wasn't often that he could visit the local library, let alone one of the biggest in the country. But for their little sweetums, they were willing to make a weekend trip and book a room in fancy hotel to stay near. Only the best for their little sweetums, his uncle had said.

So he spent many hours in misery, trying his best to ignore his robust cousin and stare out the window. Until they have finally arrived at their destination.

"Welcome, I am Leonard Ceiphied. I will be your librarian for the evening." A lanky man dressed in tux and bow-tie greeted as Harry entered the library ahead of the family. They didn't want to be seen associating with such ruffian.

"Hello" Harry greeted shyly, not used to receiving such attention. He looked around the library in awe; the walls were made of book shelves that stood roughly four stories tall, judging from the number of floors he could see. But the balconies didn't seem to have any safety walls. "Um, won't the people accidentally fall down the center?"

The librarian laughed in delight, "Worry not of such things lad. Not many people visit us. If someone happens to be foolish enough to actually fall, we'll just point and laugh at them for while."

"Oh… I figured there would be lot more people here also." Harry replied, noticing that library didn't seem to have anyone else in it.

"This library is in reserve only to selected few, and you are one of them Mr. Potter. Just as your great great great great great…" the librarian trailed off "you get the idea, grandfather."

"You knew of my great grandparents?" Harry asked surprised, than it quickly dawned on him. "How did you know my name?"

The Liberian simply smiled and answered. "Now, that is a secret. Is there specific book that you are looking for?"

"Oh, no. not really. I didn't have anything in mind."

"Then would you like a suggestion?"

"Uh, sure. I guess."

"Excellent, the book's title is The Will and the Word, my second suggestion is The Art of War."

"Great." Harry replied and waited. Then he waited some more, before he finally asked the librarian. "Aren't you going to tell me where they are?"

"Oh my, it must have slipped my mind. In this library, simply think of the book that you want and command it to come to you. Since you have never seen the book, simply thinking of its title or the general content of the book should be enough. However, be warned. If you command books to come by its general content, you may end up with more books at your feet then you'd know what to do with."

"You're saying I should just think of the title and ask it to come? Just like that?" Harry snapped his fingers for empathizes, staring at the man dubiously, his skepticism clearly evident.

"Why don't you try it?" The librarian urged with a polite smile.

Harry stared at the librarian, wondering if this was some sort of joke on a gullible kid. He stared at the look of expectation. So he decided to humor the man. "Come." Harry said.

"No no, don't just say it, command it." the librarian replied enthusiastically.

"Come." Harry said more firmly.

"Close, but you have to mean it. Tell the book to come to you. Command it to come to you." He replied, his eyes seemed to burn with passion.

"COME!" Harry roared, he didn't know why, but the man's encouragement made him believe the book would really come to him. He didn't know why he did such silly thing, but it somehow just felt right. To his bewilderment, a single book dislodged itself from the selves on the fourth floor and zipped through the hall, down the stairs, zipped through the third floor and down the stairs on the other side, zipped through the second floor and down the stairs once more before zipping across the first floor to slammed into Harry's outstretched hand, which he promptly caught. He stared at the book in awe before he whispered "wow".

"Wow indeed, . You are welcome to stay as long as you like, if you have any more questions, feel free to ask."

"Was that magic?" Harry asked, his voice slightly trembling in excitement and awe.

"Magic? Hmm… I guess to some, it may seem like magic. But, I would have to say no. You, because of your parentage will most definitely learn magic later on, however what you just did was no magic. That was the force of your will. The book in your hands will tell you the simple rules, but it really depends on you to figure out for yourself."

"But, the book moved on it's own, how cant that not be magic unless it's a trick?" Harry questioned with a frown, his head tilted sideways trying to comprehend what just happened.

"It is but a book Mr. Potter, and you are a special case... You simply willed it to move, and it followed your will. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Can I move other things too?"

"I don't know, can you?"

"Move!" Harry shouted at one of the chairs. He waited few seconds but nothing happened

"Now now, there is no need to move around my furniture. I have this place decorated just the way I like it." The man chided, "why don't you go read that book before you do anything else?"

"I felt something, it felt like I was moving towards it." Harry replied, excitement clearly evident in his voice.

"Read the book Mr. Potter, it will all be explained to you."

Harry stared at the book in hand before walking over to an empty table and set down. Before long he was submerged in his book while librarian served him some tea with biscuit.

"First and absolute rule, never will something to not exist. The universe is all for creation, if you try to un-create something, it will turn the power you have used to un-create back to you. There for, never un-create. The universe was created by three beings whom willed it to be, by linking their wills and uttering the word "be". In same principle, if things got too far out of hand, these beings will link their wills once more and utter the word "be not" In theory, if one's will is stronger than the will of those three combined, one could theoretically un-create.

Second rule, all forces have opposite forces. If you try to push something, the object you are pushing will try to push you the other way. There for, always brace yourself. Otherwise, one might find oneself in middle of sky, buried under the ground, or flinging one's body across the county accidentally while trying to move heavy object.

Third rule, when willing your body to change shapes, or simply put, shape shift into other beings, never forget to place important organs. They are essential. It is not recommended that you partial shape shift until you are at least familiar with basic anatomy of human body and maybe the anatomy of animal you are trying to become."

Harry flipped through the pages of the book after reading the three rules before shutting it. He looked up to see the librarian before him holding out another book for him to take. "The art of war, learn it well. It will help you greatly in your life if you can adopt its principles."

"Why did that book have so many pages but only three rules?"

"That book's true name is The book of power , it is different from the one I recommended you. But, if you can read that book, then it is an fascinating development. The book also grants the owner with special powers, what those powers are, I would not know. The remaining blank pages are said to describe the powers. When the owner of the book is ready to wield it, it will become available for you to read."

"I see, then why is such book here in library?"

"You are forgetting that this library only exists for people with the ability Mr. Potter. The owner of the book left it here, for the next user to arrive."

"I see, I better put it back then."

"… it is your book, Mr. Potter. You were able to call it forth. You were able to read the rules. When I open the book, it is nothing more than blank pages to me. That book is now yours and yours alone."

"You are telling me I have special powers other then this commanding stuff?"

"The will and the word is the generally accepted term, but for you it seems to be will. I don't know what kind of power the book grants you, but it will be extraordinary for sure. Although, I must say that you are taking this rather well."

"I always knew I was different. I would have to be pretty thick not to notice after all the weird thing that happens around me. Not to mention my uncle loves to remind me of my freakiness."

"Tell me Mr. Potter, you are about eleven years old, are you not?"

"Yes, I'll be eleven soon. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing at all Mr. Potter, I'm just wondering where your biological maturity is. Do you like where you live Mr. Potter?"

"Living with Dursleys?" Harry asked, before continuing on. "I don't like it at all."

"Would you care for an adventure?"

"Adventure? What do you mean?"

"I mean things like traveling the world, visiting foreign lands, saving the world, meeting new people, gathering treasures, or any other things you hear about in stories."

"That would be great, but, I doubt my uncle would let me."

"You are a free man Mr. Potter. Only thing that won't allow you to do so, is yourself. If you truly desired to go, your uncle wouldn't' be able to stop you."

"But, where will I live after my adventure? It's not like I have any money, so I wonder around for few days and starve?"

The lanky librarian pushed his glasses up to base of his nose and stared at the boy's attire. "I see, no one has told you yet. Then I guess it is something that we should take care of soon."

"Take care of what?"

"Your financial problem, Mr. Potter. Rather you know it or not, your family is rich. You being the sole heir to your house, it means you are absolutely ridiculously stupidly stinking rich. We are heading to London, the wizarding sector, specifically Goblin's bank to take care of this… minor inconvenience. While we are at it, let us make sure no one has been stealing your money."

"How will we get there?"

"There is a door that will take us to London, from there we can go through this tavern, leaky cauldron or something or another, to get to wizarding sector."

"Oh, more magic I take it?"

"The door? Yes. Magic is sometimes easier to use then will and the word, mainly because I wouldn't know where to begin when it comes to quanta physics and dimensional travels."

"ah what?"

"Never you mind, just come along. We'll have you ready for adventure yet. But first, would you like to learn some martial arts?"

"you mean how to fight?"

"I can teach you how to properly kick ass in style, if you'd like or how to utterly destroy your enemies. If you are good enough, both. But first, take this bracer. It contains something called pill ration. Simply tap the side and it will drop food pill into your hands. Each pill is like eating well nutrient food, I've also added omega three and six for your everyday nutrient needs. The other end of bracer act like a storage. Also, take this potion. It will help your body recover from malnutrition."

"Thank you, but I don't know if I should" Harry replied politely.

"Nonsense, I certainly have no use for them. You on the other hand need this more then I." he replied handing the boy the bracer and vial of potion. "Just five drops should do."

"Thanks." Harry replied hesitantly taking the bracelet and the vial. Seeing the librarian staring at him expectantly, harry uncorked the bottle to see droplets attached to cork. He tilted his head back slightly and dropped five drops of the liquid onto his tongue, feeling silly as he stuck his tongue out to catch the droplets.

The librarian nodded in satisfied. "Good."

Harry looked around the library, he didn't feel any different, but his eyes were blurry. Taking his glasses off, he rubbed his eyes and put them on. It was even worse than before and it gave him slight headache. Taking his glasses off, he stared at it with a frown. "I think I might need new glasses…" he trailed off, his eyes wide as saucers. He could see, he could see clearly without his glasses.

His wild gaze settled on the librarian. "What is this vial called?"

"It is known as elixir. Very expensive and very rare to find now days, but I have stock pile of them sitting around and they do have expiration date... Not too many people can blew something of this caliber. Now then, go down that hallway and turn left at the folk. Take the second door you see and then the first door. It'll take you to the bank. Wait in line and I will meet up with you soon."

Harry nodded, walking dazedly toward the door. He followed the man's instruction and took the left folk, then the second door that he saw, which lead into another hall with many doors. Harry opened the first door he saw, and stared at the black portal. He closed his eyes and stepped through. Hoping he was doing it right.

Few moments later the librarian walked into the same hallway and stared at the open door and its portal in surprise. Then he carefully closed the door with the portal, the one that Harry had stepped through. He then closed the door leading into the hallway, revealing another door that was hidden by the opened door. It clearly read in bold golden letters Earth, Wizarding world, London wizarding sector, goblin's bank. Blinking couple of times, he read the plaque on the door that Harry had used. "Oh dear, I think he took the wrong door. I hope he survives without having learned anything".

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"Uggg." Harry groaned as he slowly stood up. His body was sore, and it felt like he had slept on uneven cobblestoned floor.

"Look, he is finally awake." Someone as said, it wasn't a voice he recognized. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around to see several people staring at him. They all were dressed in same type of clothing. It seemed to be ragged with much use. All of them were dirty, as if they had worked prolonged time in mines. Then he realized one thing, all of them had their hands cuffed with iron manacles before them, even himself.

"Where am I?" harry asked, he didn't think he was at the bank or the library anymore.

"You are in prison kid, did you lose some screws when you where thrown in here?" a man asked with a snort, crossing his arms before him.

"Prison? What for?" Harry asked, his eyes wide in horror.

"Who knows." Another replied. "Half the people in here don't know why they are even in the prison. Only thing we do know is that you are expected to work and when you become too useless to do that, they throw your corps out of the dungeon."

Harry was confused, he didn't know what was going on and he had massive headache. Before he could ask more questions, a figure dressed in metal armor opened the cell door. The prisoners meekly walked out one at a time. Harry decided to follow their example for now. He followed the prisoners down the hall, which lead to outside. Looking around, harry couldn't help but gasp at the surrounding. He was standing on canyon of some sort. And before him was massive camp with people digging for something with pickaxe, many people with wheeled barrels hauling off dirt, and another hauling off some sort of black rock.

He followed others into the camp, watching and following their example as they grabbed pickaxe and went to work. Harry didn't know what he was digging around for, but he dug anyhow. Until his axe hit something so hard that it sent jarring sensation up his arms. He stared at the black stone before picking it up.

The worker next to him seeing the stone promptly snatched it from Harry, knocking him down in the process and began to shout that he had found Adamantine. One of the guards rushed over, congratulating the man on his find and walked off. Yelling at Harry to get back to work as he did so.

Harry slowly stood and dusted his pants off, with a deep frown. Apparently, finding those stone were big achievement. "Sorry about your luck kiddo." Another prisoner replied from his right. "But, it's your fault for not guarding it."

"Sorry, but it's my first day here." Harry replied as he went back to digging. "What are those things anyways?"

The prisoner looked surprised before answering. "You must not be from around here. That ore was Adamantine, one of strongest material in existence. The emperor needs them to make his armors. If you find the ores, we get to reduce our sentence by its weight in years."

Harry frowned. "That stone felt like it weighted about five pounds."

"Then he probably got five years less to serve." She replied with a shrug. "Not that it makes much difference. Everyone in here has at least eighty years, and those things are so rare that none were able to buy their freedom yet.

"I've seen them by barrel loads, it can't be that rare."

The woman stared at him before shaking her head. "And how many people do you think are working? And how many stones did you fine? There are three hundred prisoners just in our block kid, and there are at least five blocks in this prison. And who ended up getting the reward for your findings?"

Harry thought for a moment before nodding. "You mean even if I find them, it would be hard for me to claim that I was the one to find it, what with everyone wanting to reduce their sentence."

"Right. There are many prisoners that even made their own teams. So when they find the stone, they would guard it and take turns reducing their own sentence."

"But, what happens if someone else claims that they found the stone first?"

"Then the guard keeps the stone, and no one gets the credit. Also, more than a likely, one of the two will die that night."

Harry shook his head, what had he gotten himself into this time?

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Authors note.

For those who are wondering about the rules mentioned in the book of power, it may sound similar or familiar to another story, but actually they are few laws of physics, mainly conservation laws of energy and mass and newton's law of motion.