Authors Note: Well here's a random project I've been playing with. I don't have any end in mind with this story; neither do I have a proper plot. I'm just writing this and seeing where it takes me out of sheer boredom. Feel free to drop a review on what you think about it, and constructive criticism is highly welcome. Random flames from anonymous people are worthless. Don't even bother wasting your time with that. WARNING: I have no Beta so please correct me where I go wrong.

It was little Harry's first time with actual tools to draw. He had seen some pieces of art being made on the television and sometimes, people showing you how to draw many pictures, complex or simple. His aunt had also bought Dudley a coloring book. He had memorized each of the pictures and time to time, would draw them in the sand or any other place he could. However, his aunt had also bought a book for herself. On more advanced art. That was foolish. He knew that she was talentless, and her failures proved it. She had shelved the book, never to be looked upon again, until Harry had taken it. Now he was going to put it to good use. It would have been much simpler if the other children would simply be quiet.

"Now now class, settle down".

Ah, that was the voice of their current teacher. Her efforts were fruitless however as she attempted to help the other children with their 'art'. He could not understand why little kids were given art supplies if all they did was dump it on the paper and make no imagery. It was stupid. Harry however had been working on his first real painting. Carefully he placed his finishing touches on the rose he had been working on for entirety of the lesson. He wanted nothing less than perfection. It was his first day here and he decided a good impression was better than any other. Though how this might help he was not sure.

Just as he finished his teacher had seemed to notice he was separate from the others, and made her way towards him.

"Now Harry, no need to be shy why don't you come forwards?"

Harry did not respond but simply gestured towards his painting.

"Oh, you want to show me?"

He nodded. Apparently she assumed his intellect equivalent to the other children here. How insulting. He did however notice she seemed to be rather…..awestruck by his painting. That was good. He worked hard on it after all.

"Harry! This is amazing! How..?"

She seemed to be a little amazed by the fact a small child drew much better than she probably did. Or maybe not. He did not have the necessary information for that deduction, but it had high chances of being true. He simply smiled and gave it to her, hopping off his seat as the bell rung, joining the other children as they dashed out the door, eager to start playing. Harry however was dismayed. Now he had nothing to do. He could play with the other children but that was so useless.

He decided to train that strange ability he had. That supernatural power. One that made absolutely no sense. He moved to a bench and relaxed. Breathing deeply, he began meditating. As he looked inwards he found it. A large pool of energy. And if he delved deeper he would see an aquatic wonderland. Water of all temperatures flowed here and there. A large mass of ice was seen, floating serenely. It formed a little arctic island. Harry then focused and 'pulled' some of the energy out. Once more came that feeling of strength, reassurance, and bitter cold. Strange combination, but it mattered little to him.

He focused on a rock in the distance and slowly began to lift it. Once he had it floating he made others join it. It was this way he practiced, honing his control, increasing his stamina, and abilities. He supposed his power could do other things but right now he lacked any guinea pigs…..Or did he? He thought for a moment. His decision was made. His relatives would make perfect test subjects. And if he somehow did something wrong….. Well who needs them anyway? They were worthless. He was giving them purpose. They should be thanking him.

He decided to start right away. And aimed his sights onto Dudley. Dudley who would, in no time, become morbidly obese if his eating habits continued. He decided to start simple, and used his magic to carefully untie his laces. And…..success. They were untied and Dudley was none the wiser. Until he fell that is. Harry was surprised Dudley got hurt. The amount of blubber he had would certainly have cushioned his fall. But it seemed Dudley's extraordinary amount of fat was as useless as the boy himself. Oh well he still had some more experiments to do. But those were done in private. With Dudley's shoes magically being whisked away from him.

Only to turn around and kick him. That was definitely worth it. The look on the great lumps face was priceless. He even attempted to lift Dudley. But that was only slight successful. He was simply too heavy. It seemed his fat had finally done something for him. So maybe it wasn't completely useless. But regardless he wondered what Dudley would make of all these strange things. If he told his mother and father…..then Harry might face some difficulties. But that was for another time.

Harry headed into the library, as was his routine, before going home. It was here Harry would acquire the precious knowledge required to ensure he was prepared for situations. It was also here he found his art teacher talking to somebody. The other seemed skeptical, if his expression was anything to go by. He wondered what they talked about and decided to further test his powers. He focused on being able to hear them and…..It worked. Though rather faint he could make out there voices. It seemed she was telling her companion about an excellent child who could draw like a professional. Harry tuned out of the conversation. It seemed the statement 'speak of the devil' had some basing. At least, his uncle did call him 'devil spawn' quite a bit. Maybe there was some truth to that. Joy.

Harry simply ducked around them, careful not to be seen by his teacher, les he get involved and made his way towards the biology section. He needed to research about certain animals. He needed to know what was inside them to further his own personal analysis on his 'magic'. It was there he found a teenager who was busily browsing the many books. He saw that she was sufficiently tall to get the book he wanted and since he need not risk someone detecting him using 'magic' to pull it out she would be the perfect helper. He just hoped she would not question him. And so he went forwards and prepared to do something he rather did not enjoy. Talking.

"Excuse me; would you please get me that book on animal anatomy?" She looked around bewildered for a moment before directed her gaze downwards. This might be more troublesome than required.

"Oh, are you getting that book for somebody else? That person should get it themselves, sending a little kid is rather rude."

"No I wish to read it. And yes I am quite capable of doing such a thing. My intellect is far above what my age suggests."

"Oh….okay?" With that statement she got him his book and he set off. Well that was not as bad as it could be. He finished memorizing the diagrams within 5 minute. A new record, if he recalled correctly. And he always did. As he sat down to read he realized the poor positioning he was in. His art teacher would see him. And she was still with that man she was telling about Harry. He really hoped she had dropped it.

"Oh, look! There's the little prodigy now!'

Damn. And the high school girl heard as well. This could be a while. He really, really hated wasted time. The man and his teacher walked over and the girl also seemed curious. No escape. He really needed to fore plan this seating thing.

"Harry, I would like you to meet Mr. Smith, he is a professional artist and would like to see some of your work."

Mr. Smith however had noticed something else.

"Harry….Isn't that book a wee bit…..advanced for you?"

Sighing Harry shook his head. This really was going to be a waste. Now he would need to find a way to sneak this book out. Leave it to his relatives deciding that he had no need for library cards.

"But anyway, may I please see your work Harry?"

Now the girl had abandoned any pretenses and had come to stand right next to them. Harry reached into his bag and withdrew the painting. Really so much trouble over a little flower. Marvelous way to ruin his fond memories of his first painting. Ah more of that awe. Maybe it was not completely ruined. In fact this could lead somewhere. Maybe he could get some candy out of this. He liked candy.

"AMAZING! Simply astounding Harry! Why I think you might as well be the most talented artist I have ever met! In fact with you reading that book I could say you are nothing less than a prodigy!"

Yes well he had already figured that out. But maybe he could get something out of this. He just needed to play his cards right. Oh who was he kidding this would be like taking candy from a baby. Not that he would stoop so low. He would negotiate. The baby would always get something. He would always get the candy. Lovely candy.

"Actually Harry I am quite sure you could sell this for quite some money."

Wow he did not even have to try. Fantastic.

"In fact I could do it for you! What do you say?"

He nodded. But then he wondered.

"Just how much money would I earn?"

"Well that depends, but I suppose it would be maybe….300 (AN: I have no idea whether this is accurate, I'm not really into the prices of art. Feel free to drop a review and correct the amount of money if you wish. Doing so anonymously or not doesn't really matter.) pounds if you are lucky. In fact it might be worth even more when they see how young the painter was. If this is your first painting it could be a collector's item!"

Well that would work. He sealed the deal and took his leave. Not before slipping the book into his back. He still needed to read after all. But first he headed into the candy store and proceeded to charge a large purchase onto his uncle's account. The fool would simply believe it was Dudley's expense. He was too dumb to figure out of course.

And so he arrived home. It seemed the television, and food, had made Dudley forget all about the strange occurrences at school. Idiot. He went upstairs and read the book. He memorized the many organs of the human body and some of the animals as well. Namely a snake. He seemed to be able to find many of those in the gardens. He then crept out and went towards his victim. It seemed a frog had found its way to his house. How it got there? He did not care. He went over and focused. He imagined the frogs' eyes and then imagined them at his feet. There was a loud croak. He looked below and there it was. Its eyes lay before him. Success. He proceeded dissecting the toad. It was…messy. He needed to be rid of the corpse. It would not do for it to be lying around. He pictured flames to burn the worthless corpse to ash. It worked. He could also control the color of the flame. Pretty. Black flames were pretty.