Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own Harry Potter, this is obviously a fanfiction. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rollings.

Chapter 1

In a quaint little street called Privet Drive, in the suburban neighborhood of Little Whinging, Number four, laid the wizarding savior, Harry Potter. His room, at best, was mediocre; toys littered all of the floor like small little landmines waiting to be stepped on, and in the little corner toward the right of the window was a little cot were the five foot six, sixteen year old laid thinking.

Even through the dim lighting, you could still see the cogs of his mind working in ways it never has before. His eyes had puffy red circles around them, and he curved and twisted his mouth to keep himself from crying out in anguish. It has been but a month after his godfather, Sirius' tragic falling through the veil, and by his own cousin, Bellatrix's, hated wand no less.

"Why?" Harry asked himself, almost as if he was asking fate itself. Suddenly, the door banged open to see the looming shadow of Vernon Dudley.

"BOY, where is my DINNER!" Vernon screamed at the top of his lungs, his shrill tone making Petunia's pale in comparison. Harry looked over to his alarm clock to see that it was an hour past time for dinner to be made.

Harry stumbled out of his bed and said in a strangled voice, "I haven't made it yet, I lost track of time." Just as Harry stumbled out of "room", he was greeted by Vernon's massive sausage fingered fist to the stomach. Harry slipped off of his fist and hit the ground with a grunt.

"Dinner was supposed to be done an hour ago, boy!" Vernon growled at him. "Now, your dearest aunt has to dirty her hands with your work!" The older man emphasized his words by kicking the poor downed boy in the ribs. Harry let out another groan, but otherwise remained silent. Vernon bent his walrus-like frame and picked Harry up by the scruff of his shirt.

"You know what is funny about this situation?" Vernon said, face to face with the boy, "The fact that now that your stupid mutt of a godfather trash is dead, and I can do whatever the hell I please." To prove his point, he tossed Harry's still body back into his poor excuse for a room and said, "No food either tonight." The door slammed shut, and the deadbolt could be heard echoing throughout the room.

Later, after Harry woke up from passing out, he groaned, holding his stomach, wondering how the fuck he was in this horrid situation. It was bad enough that he was beaten and starved just for living, but after all the warning, all of the crying out for help, he was still ignored and forced back into this hell hole year after year. He didn't quite understand until it finally clicked. Dumbledore. Of course it had to be him. Who else in the wizarding world had enough power enough prestige to derail any cries for help from him, and still be able to say it is for his own good, and be able to make others see it the same way.

Harry's mind recoiled at the thought that lied within. All the things that have happened to him, all the near death experiences he had faced, all the fucking abuse he faced at the hand of the Triwizard Tournament, all could have been prevented, and he knew he could. 'And Sirius,' Harry's mind hollered, 'Why him of all the people close to me?' But alas, fate was not yet done with him as it threw him yet another revelation.

"He was too close to me," he said out loud in a melancholy voice, devoid of all trust, "All this sorrow because Dumbledore thought he would lose control of me."

Suddenly, the air all around him pulsed, as if trying to break free of some kind of bind, then another pulse, as if his magic were trying to gain a foot hold in his body. And then there was pain. Pain so great that everything in Harry's world went black and reality filtered away. Now in his mind, he looked around, pondering how his mind could look so dead. He figured the closest thing that it looked like was a badly tended Quidditch Field. The grass was black, the goal posts were decrepit, and the stands looked like they had been only half demolished, while the other half was left to fall on its own.

The only thing that looked normal, or at least lively, was the pulsating ball of black-looking lightning. As he walked, or rather floated, he began to notice the reddish-white chains holding it down. The closer he got, the more he noticed that the lightning, or rather the magic, was calling to him as if pleading with him to release it. To allow it to become part of his body, his magical core, again. His hand came to hover over the chains.

"How long have you been here?" He asked in a tentative tone.

As a response, the magic showed him a vision of him as a child, a little after his second or third birthday.

The next question he was compelled to ask was, "Who did this?"

The magic then showed him another vision. However this time, as it was trying to form it, the magic suddenly collapsed and began screaming.

"Okay, you don't have to tell me," Harry said.

Almost instantly, the screaming stopped.

Out of pure curiosity, Harry asked, "How would I be able to free you?"

The magic let out a mournful sound, as if trying to inform him that either it didn't know or it couldn't say it. Harry suddenly looked down at the chains holding his magic captive from him and became furious.

"I'll free you," He vowed, determine his voice laced with anger.

He leaned down to grip it but was blasted out of his mind and into unconsciousness.

Albus Dumbledore sat straight up as a sudden shiver racked his body. His drive for finishing his work vanished, only to be replaced by a feeling of intense unease. As he began to forcefully calm himself down, he looked out his office window.

Since he didn't often feel like this, he began wondering what caused it. Waiting for Fawkes to return from a delivery, he began contemplating what might have happened.

"…Tter Sir, please wake up!" A squeaky voice came from over Harry.

A blurry eyed Harry looked up to see a smiling Kreacher. "What are you doing here?" Harry said with confusion ringing in his voice.

"I'm here to help you," The little elf said, smile still on his face, "After all, I'm sure you want to free the captive magic that's being held from you."