Chapter 1: New found abilities.
In the distance a magnificent white tomb could be seen behind the black haired boy. He walked towards the place that he has called home for the past six years. Not really wanting to be there, not really wanting to be around anyone at the moment. He wants to be numb, not wanting to feel the loss or the emptiness of the fallen loved ones. He was responsible for death before he could even walk or talk properly. His mother and father died because of the prophecy made of him and he blamed himself for Neville Longbottom not having his parents growing up.
When he was born there was a prophecy made about him and another wizard by the name of Tom Marvolo Riddle also known as Lord Voldermort, the darkest wizard in a century. Everything had fit him being the one, his parents defied Voldermort three times, born July 31st, and a very famous mark on his very forehead of a lightning bolt. If he wasn't the The Chosen One he didn't know who was.
As he made his way to his dorm room. Where he had spent the best times of his life. He has shared this room with his best mate Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom the only other person that the prophecy could have been able to fit, Seamus Finnigan, he is a decent bloke and Dean Thomas ex-boyfriend of his now ex-girlfriend Ginny. She always floods his mind even more now. A couple of hours earlier he had broke it off with her so that she wouldn't become another target for Tom Riddle. He wouldn't be able to live if she was hurt. What he would do if any of his friends were hurt.
When he entered the room he looked around. Thinking everyone is going to come up here and he thought "I don't need this right now." The door all of sudden had fused and melted into the wall as if there never was a door there. For some reason he did not notice. He took inventory of his belongings which were not usually scattered throughout the dorm room. Some clothes were on Ron's bed and on Neville's bed as he were trying to get ready for the funeral. When he noticed he just waved his hand in frustration doing so all of his belongings folded them selves and took residence in his trunk. Again this event went on without him realizing it.
All Harry wanted was to be left alone. I wish I could apparate but then he heard in his thoughts from Hermione "You can't apparate to or from Hogwarts, it is warded for our protection." He knew in moments that people were going to come up here looking for him. He just wanted to get away from here just to be alone but he knew he had to wait for the leaving feast and the train. Oh god, the train is going to be awful. He went to lay down and his dress robes changed to his favorite pair of jeans and shirt. This did not grab his attention either.
After a few minutes of resting, he pulled out the map. He felt tears starting to form behind his eyes. Looking at the map he couldn't help thinking about Sirius. Looking at the map he saw that someone that he has a lot of love for was making her way up the steps. 2nd floor, 3rd floor soon she would be here soon. 4th and 5th he needed to leave now he didn't want to be here right now. "I would rather be at the Dursley's rather than having to face anyone right now." Then all of a sudden he felt that all to familiar feeling behind his navel pulling him.
Then the feeling had stopped, "What the bloody hell was that." As everything started to become less blurry. Looking around he saw his bedroom at the Dursley's "How did I get here, I couldn't have apparated? Great now I am talking to myself. Everything is here to." Looking at his trunk and over to the window was Hedwig and her cage. "Well I can't stay here, this will be the first place they will look for me but where can I go," he thought to himself. "I could go to Grimauld, no they will look there to. I know that cottage from Sirius." Thinking that he felt that feeling again.
When it all stopped he looked around and saw a little shack. Stepping forward grasping the handle he thought, "Might as well go in then." As he opened the door he was taken back by the enlargement spells that were used on this place. The wizard or witch or both had to be masters of this spell. Upon entering he was in a small foyer with hooks along the wall for jackets and coats. The other wall had a mirror and an umbrella stand. Emerging from the foyer and into the next room was rectangular in shape with a platform in the middle and the surface was padded. The floors were made either in highly polished wood or other rooms had marble. After exploring he found this house to have four bedrooms private baths in each, A kitchen that would make Mrs. Weasley jealous, a weight room, a meditation room, a pool and a library that would make Hermione go mad in trying to read it all. Coming back to the foyer he noticed the clock that stood by the front door. It had a dial on it that said hours. Underneath that was a note that read:
Welcome my fellow Marauders
As you know Prongs, your father developed this cottage to assist us in training for the war. Directions for this Hyper Chamber is as follows. Every hour spent on the outside will be a month in here hence twelve hours will be a year. You will not age in here. Each room has a special quality to it.
"Well I guess I can study occlumency and legilimency. I can start some more physical training. So I will set this for twenty-four hours and spend two years training, I could do that," Harry said out loud. So he turned the dial and there was a swooshing sound and a vacuum sound.
