Harry sat in his room at the Dursleys, looking at his wrist. His right wrist was covered in erratic cuts, while his left was controlled. MURDERER Harry looked at this word; he had carved it into his wrist himself using a kitchen knife. Looking up Harry gazed around his room, a cheap guitar he had bought at a garage sale sat in the corner, his blood staining the scratched and chipped wood. His walls, once bare white, were now painted ebony black with red dripping down, making the walls look like they were bleeding.
Vernon Dursley prided himself on his ability to control pests, namely one Harry James Potter. Vernon stood at the doorway to his nephews room, smiling. Harry had finally broken. The moment he had arrived he had silently carted his trunk to stairs and placed it in the cupboard then stood back and let Vernon padlock both the trunk and the cupboard door. Afterwards Harry had lowered his head and handed his wand over to Vernon who placed it in a small box before shoving it into the new safe they had gotten. Then Harry had wandered over to the kitchen and made dinner for the family then gone to bed.
Vernon grinned as he opened the door to find Harry sitting on his bed once again looking at the floor with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands dangling between his legs. Vernon already knew about the new paintjob and the guitar and had no problems. Maybe if Harry became interested in normal things the abnormal things would fade and they could all forget about them.
Harry looked up as Vernon walked into his room, "Hello Uncle Vernon, how may I help you?" Vernon grinned at the despair in Harry's voice, yet another victory, "Harry m'boy I need you to go out the back and repave the paths." Harry nodded and set to work.
Dumbledore frowned as he approached Private Drive, here was the Dursley's, looking like it had an army of gardeners keeping it in check. Dumbledore decided to walk around the back, as not to attract too much attention.
Harry opened the backdoor, tools in a bag over his shoulder. Harry stepped out the door and into the waiting arms of Dumbledore who looked mildly surprised. Harry stepped back and bowed at the waitst, "Sorry sir, I did not mean to bump into you." With that said Harry stepped down onto the path and began to work.
Dumbledore stared down at Harry who gave no sign of recognizing him then stormed into the kitchen where he found Vernon having breakfast, "Dursley what is the meaning of this? Why does Harry not recognize me?" Vernon looked up at Dumbledore and gulped, "I don't know he's been like that since he got back." Dumbledore's frown deepened and he stalked upstairs into Harry's room.
Dumbledore stared in horror, the walls radiated despair and self loathing, the carpet was soaked in self destruction and the bed had it's own aura of despair. What had Harry done? What had he done? Dumbledore stumbled around the room, picking up random bits of paper and parchment as he went. When Harry returned Dumbledore had picked up everything off the floor and placed it where it had once belonged.
Harry looked around his room, seeing everything and making notes of what had been moved. "Hello Professor Dumbledore, how may I help you?"
Dumbledore frowned at the despair in Harry's voice, "Harry I have come to see if you would like to visit your parents home?" Dumbledore smiled inwardly as Harry's green eyes regained some glow, then sighed as it died, "Why would it matter, their dead, Sirius is dead, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna and Neville were all injured because of me?"
Harry looked up at Dumbledore, "Why does this happen? Why does everyone close to me die? Why can't I have a normal life?"
Hundreds of miles away, hidden in the burnt out ruins of Potter Mansion, a small pink book, long forgotten began to glow…
Harry and Dumbledore appeared just outside Potter Mansion and walked up the path to the place where the front door had been. Harry stared at the ruins a moment before wandering his way into the ruins.
The pink book, hidden under a door, glowed brighter.
Harry stood right over the book's hiding place, able to feel the magic coming from it, yet not knowing where it was. Dumbledore came up behind Harry, yet was unable to feel anything. Harry looked around and began to lift piles of rubbish up by the armload.
The Sakura Card Book screamed in ecstasy as Harry's hands finally wrapped around it.
Harry looked down at the book in his hands, unaware of Dumbledore sharp intake of breath. Harry smiled as a light feeling of love and warmth was draped over him. Opening the book he was surprised to see a note stuck on the inside cover:
Dear Harry,
If you are reading this then I am dead. Fear not my son, you have the strength to go on, you have the love of myself, you father, even the contents of this book. This leads me to the most important topic, my name is not Lily. My name is Sakura Kinemoto, I am the Card Mistress, you will learn all about that in history of magic, during your sixth year. Inside this book is a key. That key holds more magic than any wand you could get, when you find it, I want you to hold it out in front of you and say,
'Oh key that hides the power of my star, by my birthright I
command you, by an ancient contract I demand you show
your
true form.
RELEASE!'
When you say this, the key should transform, you will know what to do then.
I love you Harry,
For now and forever,
From Lily/Sakura Potter
Harry looked down at the box in his hands, his mothers writing echoing in his ears, lifting out the cards Harry found the key his mother was talking about.
Dumbledore stared at Harry who was raising the key before him, please Harry, be the one, this could save you and everyone else.
Harry looked at the key then whispered, "Oh key that hides the power of my star, by my birthright I command you, by an ancient contract I demand you show your true form. RELEASE!" When Harry uttered the last word the Key transformed.
Dumbledore smiled as bright pink and yellow mist seeped out of the key and enveloped Harry then frowned as the mist turned to black smoke, obscuring Harry form view.
Harry smiled as the smoke faded, revealing him dressed in a black chinese robe, a sword strapped firmly to his back and the cards held in fan before him. Harry turned to Dumbledore, "We need to return to Hogwarts."
To be continued…