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Mutating Life

by Volpe

Chapter 1: Your Hearing things

It was a sunny, casual day at Privet Drive and as usual the neighbourhood wives were listening in on all that was going on around them. Their usual topic lately was the return of one Harry Potter to the Dursley residence were he lived during the summer. According to what they had been told, the boy, well now young man, was the towns well known supposed juvenile delinquent. Since his return this summer all the mothers in Privet Drive had been keeping an eye on the boy while he roamed the streets to make sure that he had absolutely no contact with their sons or, in particular, their daughters. Harry had been back only 1 week and he was already receiving more evils in the one week than he had in his entire life.

Harry Potter had unruly, messy, shaggy, jet black hair that stood up in all matter of angles. He was thin and his skin had a pinched, starved look about it. He was tall, about 6"2, and had broad shoulders that would show if it weren't for his baggy hand me down clothes. His jeans would probably fall down if it weren't for a belt that held them up. The only thing that looked pleasant about him was his dark emerald green eyes but if you looked directly into them you could see so many emotions like anger, depression, sadness, loneliness, hatred, fear, horror and most of all emptiness. This summer he found that he no longer needed glasses and had tossed them away. Both his baggy jeans and hand me down shirt were faded black and were two or four sizes to big and were torn and stretched.

Harry's usual hiding place, under a large hydrangea bush, was now taken up by several garden gnomes and new assorted flowers so he had recently taken to hiding in the branches of a large new oak tree in the backyard. While he sat in the branches his aunt, uncle and pig of a cousin were inside escaping the heat and sitting in the lounge room eating ice cream. Harry may be hot in the tree top but he thought that at least he didn't have to put up with the Dursley's yelling at him or grinding their teeth. His summer had had an exceptionally bad start seeing as Professor Dumbledoor had been murdered by a man he thought he could trust and this man was none other that Severus Snape who Harry recently found out had called himself, during his Hogwarts years, The Half Blood Prince.

Harry's 6th year at Hogwarts had had a big influence on his new outlook on the world which was crumbling before his feet. Harry had no idea what this power the Dark Lord knows not was but he was, now more then ever, determined too find out what it was and bring Voldemort down. At the end of his 6th year Harry had deserted everything and everyone and now when he had they feeling he was going to need them, his owl, Hedwig, had gone missing. Then he heard a conversation being held in the living room.

"Honestly Vernon, that boy is too lazy so I have decided that from now on he is to run twice an day with Dudders and do the gardening since you refuse to pay the gardener!" said Aunt Petunia.

"Your Kidding, do you really think I was going to pay that dunder headed fool $500 a week. I have to admit thought that putting the boy to work is wonderful and if he stuffs up it gives me and excuse to punish the boy." came the reply of Uncle Vernon.

"You've got to be kidding me! I can't believe your making me take that... that... FREAK! On runs I mean that is so mean. I won't do it mummy!" came tho objections from Dudley.

"Well put up with it!" yelled Petunia.

Harry jumped out of the tree and and headed towards the park. It was about a one mile walk but Harry didn't mind since he'd rather walk the Gobi Desert than and being made to do the Dursley's chores. For the past week Harry had been doing there laundry, dishes, cleaning and sometimes even cooking. He had only been doing for a week but Harry was already sick to death of of it. So he had taken to every time his name and the house chores came up Harry jumped down from the tree and walked off faster than Dudley could run. It was much harder to disappear now because all of the neighbours had taken to ratting him out.

As Harry walked along he remember all his friends at Hogwarts that he missed. There was Ron, Hermione, he even missed Ron and Hermione's fighting, Ginny, Neville, Dean Seamus, hell he even was beginning to miss Zacharias Smith's asshole behaviour, Ernie MacMillan's pompous arrogance and even Malfoy's bullying and snide comments. He missed the Order members, even Mad Eye Moody. He missed Remus, Tonks, The Weasley's even Fleur. He hadn't even received a wedding invitation yet and the wedding was in five days. Harry had the feeling he was being ignored or abandoned. Wasn't it bad enough to them that he had yet again lost someone he loved. He guessed and came to the sad conclusion that they just idn't care about him at all and they probably never really did. To them he was just their weapon to defeating Voldemort.

Harry lay on the green soft grass for about one hour or so before Dudley and his gang showed up. Harry decided to act like he didn't see them but he couldn't ignore that sick hatred boil in the pit of his stomach while he imagined Dudley and his gang bashing up yet another ten or eleven year old. Harry then thought back to a memory during muggle primary school when he had served as Dudley and his gang's first punching ball. At that memory Harry picked himself up and went to sit on a bench further away from Dudley to try and cool himself off before he did something he knew he wouldn't regret. As Harry sat and watched from a far his ears kind of felt strained as he tried to argue with his conscience on wether or not to waltz up to Dudley and punch him in the stomach when his ears somehow tuned in on the conversation Dudley was having with his mates.

"Yeah, his mum was I'm pretty sure a prostitute. According to mum she was adopted. Thank God!" sneered Dudley.

"No wonder he's such a freak" said some unknown boy.

"Mmmm. His dad was a drunk who didn't have any job and grew up on the streets dealing drugs." again Dudley.

"Shit. No wonder he's a bloody delinquent but so far I haven't seen or heard anything about him on TV or anything."

"Yeah. Dad had to threaten the police with legal action if it was shown on Tv or anything because he didn't want mum to have to deal with the shit she'd get from the neighbours."

"Last summer he beat up 2 cops and put them in hospital. He cost us $10 000 when they fined him." Dudley bragged.

This time he had gone wat too far and Harry found himself walking up to Dudley and his gang with all his anger building up with eahc stride and gathering in Harry's fists.

"Look! Your freak of a cousin's walking over here Big D!" said Piers Polkiss.

For once Dudley wasn't afraid because Vernon had demolished his wand with the car, the washing machine, he let a dog chew it and the let it burn in the fireplace. Harry was about a metre away and Dudley's friends decided to let him have the first punch. Then Harry's fist slammed into Dudley's face with such force that Dudley's friends stood back and looked afraid for a second or two then they all joined in. It was a full out brawl until Harry undid himself from the ball of gorilla's and smirked and waited till they noticed that he was watching. When they did they looked at him then Piers Polkiss said...

"Heard your skank of a mum was a brilliant shag, Potter!"

That did it because Harry's face showed so much anger and then he yelled...

"HOW DARE YOU TALK..." when an empty and abandoned car behind him exploded with an incredibly big KABOOM! All of Dudley's friends and Dudley himself looked at Harry with really scared and freaked out faces when the police showed up and walked over to the in between of the two groups.

"It was him!" Piers yelled pointing at Harry, "He did it! See what he did to us and our Friend Dudley! He attacked us then did something to set of the explosives he must have planted in the car! Arrest him we want him in jail!"

"I did not and i was defending myself. Dudley was saying shit about my parents so i punched him them his mates attacked ME! It was them he blew up the car!" Harry yelled from across the cop in front of him.

The police men pulled out his cuffs and asked "Whats your name young man?" to Harry who replied that his name was Harry Potter.

"Harry Potter, your under arrest for the willfull attack on one Dudley Dursley and one Piers Polkiss and for the willfull and malicious act of causing an abandoned car to explode. Anything you say and do will be held against you in the court of law." and with that they shoved Harry in the back of the police car and drove off to the police station.

Harry sat in the back of the polce car wondering what was gong to happen to him and hoped that somehow the Weasley's, Remus or one of the Order members found out what was going on and came to rescue him from jail.

Meanwhile at the Dursley's...

Piers Polkiss and his parents sat in the living room of the Dursley's house while both he and Dudley retold the modified story of what happened leaving out some details that would get them in trouble.

"Thats it!" roared Vernon after hearing the fake story. "I'm going to press charges against that boy and I hope you do too. He has certainly set alight to the line no one is supposed to cross then shat on it for good measure!"

"Yes. Well we will be pressing charges just look at my poor Piersy he has a black eye and possible a concussion" Piers mother practically cried to Petunia.

"Look at poor Dudders! He has a broken wrist, a fracture cheek and jaw, a broken nose and is covered in huge bruises!" squealed Petunia as both mothers fussed over their boys.

As this happened both Vernon and Mr. Polkiss were filing in police reports on their laptops for their sons.

Meanwhile at the Police Station...

Harry sat in a holding cell. The cop he had talked to said that he was most likely to receive a month or two in a Juvenile Detention Center. Harry was going to spend the next three days in a holding cell until he has his trial.Harry had never been to jail nor did he want too. As he sat there he wonder how that car exploded and who made it. He soon realised, after 10 minutes that he most likely wasn't going to find out.

"Oi Potter! Your cousin and a Mr. Polkiss have just pressed charges that's another couple of thousand dollars you get the pleasure of paying the government" yelled the guard who stood watch over him and a very drunken fifteen year old girl.

Harry just sat alone once the girl had left. He had know idea how long he would be there but he decided to make the most of it and looked at the book the guard was reading'The Power of Ones Mind: A Detailed Description about Telekinesis'. That gave Harry the idea that maybe just MAYBE he had telekinesis, he decided to put the theory to a test. He looked at the book on the table and concentrated on moving it towards himself so hard that the book flew across the room and hit him, with great force, right in the face. Harry put the book down on the ground, his hands trembling and now tried to levitate it. The book seemed to make no effort as to rise into the air until he practically screamed at it inside his head then trembling slightly the book slowly rose into the air until it was at eye level with Harry and for fear of it hitting him in the face again Harry blinked and then, with the eye contact having been broken, the book fell to the floor once again.

He couldn't get his mind around it. He, Harry Potter, was a telekinetic. He pondered the thought that it might just be wandless none verbal magic but from what he had heard about it from Professor Slughorn it took years to learn to so much as levitate a pebble let alone an extremely heavy book. Harry knew he was an extremely powerful wizard but so was Dumbledore and it had taken him 10 years to be able to perform wandless none verbal spells. So Harry took it upon himself to train himself in the unproved art of telekinesis. He practiced by making the book swirl around and perform tricks. He even decided to read the book when the guard walked in to keep an eye on him.

By the end of the day Harry couldn't think of anything else to do with the book but read. As he read further into the book he found that many people who had claimed to be telekinetic were locked up in insane asylums and never let out. How smart do you have to be to know not to tell anyone about an ability like that, what did those people think would happen that they would be awed at and celebrated honestly how stupid can muggles get? Harry thought as he continued on through the book. Eventually he fell asleep and dreamed of being able to read peoples minds and go through their memories at will like he could make things move with his mind.

The next morning Harry thought about his dream very carefully and strangely a poem just swirled about into his head:

Bring on the dark

It's nothing new

I wear its mark

Means nothing to you

So leave me alone

My nightmare screams

Toss, turn or moan

It's not as it seems

So here I stand

So silent, So still

As the shadows command

They're to kill

All is black

I am no more

What I lack

Is my hearts core

So run away

Go take flight

Shadow my day

Darken my night

The last four lines of the poem just seemed like something someone important and historical would say. He made a mental note to ask Hermione to find out who wrote it. He knew he didn't need to write it down because the words seemed familiar and lingered on his memory. The guard walked in and handed Harry a dinner roll and a foam cup filled with metallic tasting water and sat down. Thats when Harry heard it I can't believe the stories about that kid turned out to be true well if I thought the Dursley's were bad I better watch myself around this kid. No telling what he's capable of.. Harry looked around but the only person in the room was the guard and he hadn't even opened his mouth. Harry thought it might just be his mind playing tricks on him but then he remembered his dream. In his dream he was telepathic. Maybe this was some kind of magical thing that everyone went through was what he was tinking but he remembered Snape saying that it was just a bunch of muggle rubbish in his first year at Hogwarts when Hermione had asked about it.

God that kid is weird. He's just sitting there looking like he's hearing something he shouldn't in his head or like he's talking to himself in his mind or something. I think I might go get the Psychiatrist in to see that boy, hmm... then they guards thoughts trailed of as he left the room. Harry thought the fact that the man was getting him a Psychiatrist was funny because the guard was getting her because his expressions kept changing rapidly he chuckled as he thought of what he would think if he knew the truth about him being a wizard and a telekinetic and a telepath. The guard walked in holding the keys and let Harry out and then draggd him through several small corridors till they reached a room with a name plate saying 'Interrogation room for the Insane'. Harry found this highly amusing since he had only been wearing funny faces to get into that room when like he thought before he was a wizard and a telekinetic and a telepath.

"Hello Harry" said a pretty yet plump blonde woman in a silk blouse under a pale pink blazer and matching skirt.

"My name is Allison Tyler and I'm hear to ask you some questions, okay?"

"..." Harry decided to say nothing and then he thought that if he could hear peoples thoughts at will he should be able to put his thoughts in their head at will. This made him smirk evilly as he decided to make her seem insane in front of the guard standing outside when she went screaming from the room.

"Okay, then let's begin. Do your thoughts and emotions take the form of a giant bug?"

"..." He didn't answer.

"Do you think that you can move objects with the power of your mind"

Harry again didn't answer but made the desk turn over and her papers fly everywhere. Being locked up alone he had improved his telekinetic skills. Allison Tyler looked at him with a freaked expression then moved on.

"Do you think the government has hidden a microchip in you body and trying to take ontrol of you?" she asked with her voice trembling. Harry just threw back his heand and let out a barking laugh that sounded just like Sirius. This seemed to make the Psychiatrist scared even more.

"Do you hear voices inside you head?" She asked.

Then Harry entered her mind.

The big question Allison is do YOU hear voices in YOUR head? Hmm. Harry said enjoying screwing with her mind more than he like beating up Dudley and that was saying something.

As he listened to her confused squealing in his mind he repeated the same words over and over in the same evil menacing voice till she ran from the room screaming. Those words were Your hearing things Allison, Your Hearing things.