Harry Potter and the Guidance of Power

By: Bethy Ann

Summary: Set in 6th year since I didn't like it. So it's my version. Harry has some super powers, so he as to train. There's a trunk, a new DADA teacher, and new sortings. What's going on? Rated M for future language and sexual images. Pairings: HPGW, HGRW, NLLL

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for a few characters. There, I now I feel better.

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And I'm left wondering
Is it really worth it all?
There's a peace inside us all
Let it be your friend
It will help you carry on In the end

Inside Us All by Creed

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Chapter 1: It Happens All The Time

Harry Potter sat in the Dursleys' car, looking out the window. Uncle Vernon was yelling something but Harry tuned him out. Harry didn't care what Uncle Vernon was saying and was lost in his thoughts about Sirius and returning to Private Drive. Every year Harry pleaded with Dumbledore to let Harry go straight to the Burrow but Dumbledore always refused. You need to be safe, Dumbledore's words echoed through Harry's head. Anger rose in Harry's chest as he thought about Dumbledore. He didn't like to be treated like a kid when he was forced to grow up and be an adult and Dumbledore doesn't see that. Harry was forced into being a slave at the Dursleys' and he also received little food, and was hit by his Uncle. Nothing ever too bad happened but it hurt. Now with Sirius gone, how was Harry going to make it without his support?

"Boy!" Vernon yelled. "Did you hear me?"

"Yes sir," Harry said. That was a lie but it didn't matter.

The car pulled into the driveway of Number Four and Harry jumped out and grabbed his trunk. He dragged the trunk inside the house but when he reached the hallway, Uncle Vernon grabbed him.

"If you think your freaky friends scared me, think again!"

Harry knew they did scare him but remained silent.

Harry's silence seemed to infuriate Vernon even more because he turned purple with anger. "You will pay for threatening my family!" And with that, Vernon backhanded Harry in the face. Harry fell to the ground, dazed.

He got another blow in the stomach. His Uncle grabbed him by the collar and shoved him in the basement. Harry sat there, dwelling over Sirius. I deserved that thought Harry, it's my fault that he died. Sirius...I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. If I didn't go there in the first place...

The door opened and a livid Uncle came down bellowing, "YOU FREAK! YOU DESERVE TO DIE! IT'S YOUR FAULT DUDLEY IS CRYING RIGHT NOW!"

He grabbed a metal bar and hit Harry several times in the ribs, on the head, anywhere, everywhere on Harry's body. Harry tried not to scream in pain but couldn't help it. The next thing Harry saw was blackness over-taking him.

Harry woke up throbbing in pain. He was too weak to move. Footsteps were heard upstairs and a door opening to the basement. "BOY! Come up here now and make breakfast!" bellowed his Uncle.

Harry got up and climbed the stairs clutching his abdomen. He went to the counter seeing the food out already and started to prepare the food but Aunt Petunia stopped him.

"You will follow Dudley's diet and make a fruit salad," said Aunt Petunia.

"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry said in a dull tone.

"Don't you speak to your Aunt like that you ungrateful freak!" said Uncle Vernon.

"Sorry Uncle Vernon," said Harry.

Harry made the fruit salad and sat down with only four pieces of fruit in his bowl. I deserve no food, thought Harry. He ate and Uncle Vernon said with a smirk, "You will be cleaning the bathrooms."

Harry cleaned the tubs, sinks, toilets, and the floor. He scrubbed so hard that his arms began to ache. How am I suppose to kill Voldemort when I don't have any muscles? Heck, how am I suppose to fight when I barely have any endurance?

Uncle Vernon came up and inspected the bathrooms. Vernon sneered and said, "Come have dinner you ungrateful twerp."

Harry went downstairs and sat at the table. Harry looked at his plate and saw nothing. Was he suppose to watch them eat or actually help himself? He looked at his Aunt and raised his eyebrow in question. She scowled and nodded her head towards the food. Surprised, Harry took some food and began to eat. Something is up but whatever. I'm hungry, and with that Harry began to eat.

When Harry was done, Uncle Vernon said, "Go back to the basement. We're fixing your bedroom."

Okay, Harry thought and went downstairs. Their "fixing" his bedroom? Sure they were.

Harry woke up and saw the sun peaking out. It was still night in some weird way but Harry couldn't go back to sleep. He had a bad feeling about today. He went back to sleep and got woken hours later by Uncle Vernon.

"We're making a little house for Dudley in the backyard and your going to be helping Mr. Foster building it. So get ready! I brought your stuff down here so you can look decent," Vernon said.

Harry brightened up at the thought of his wand. Maybe I can teach Uncle Vernon a lesson.

"I didn't mean your wand. I deliberately took it out. Be ready by eight a.m. sharp boy or your getting it, "growled Vernon.

Harry rolled eyes. Like he cared about Vernon? I can just use accidental magic. He looked at his watch and saw that he only had ten minuted left. He hurriedly got ready and went outside to wait.

Vernon came out and said, "Come in here boy, we're not done yet."

Harry confused and alert followed Vernon inside. They went into the bathroom and Petunia was in there with ointments and bandages.

"Your Aunt is going to take care of your wounds. You better respect her and help or if you don't you'll have me to answer to," Vernon said and stormed off.

"Take off your shirt so I can see the damage better," Petunia ordered.

Harry obliged and took it off. Petunia stifled a gasp and cleaned it.

She bandaged it and said, "I'll have to take you to the hospital to get your ribs checked out. It looks funky and I think you shouldn't work like that."

petunia cleaned the other cuts and bruises.

She cleared her throat and said, "Come on we're going to the hospital now. Vernon's at work so we don't have to worry."

They climbed in the car and drove off in awkward silence. When they got here, Petunia checked them in and filled out the paperwork.

A nurse came out and called, "Harry Potter!" Only one person turned his head and looked at Harry. Green eyes met blue eyes. Harry turned his head away and walked into the other room.

"What seems to be the problem?"

"Well my nephew fell down the stairs this morning and hurt himself," Petunia said and unraveled the bandage on Harry's rib cage.

The nurse gasped and Petunia said, "I think he may have broken a couple of ribs."

"Well let's check you in and get a doctor to fix it. Hold on a second," the nurse said and walked out.

She came back in wheeling a wheelchair. "Hop on in and we'll get you fixed in no time Mr. Potter."

Harry grinned and hoped in. Wicked Harry thought, Ron will love this. He inwardly laughed while getting pushed. They turned into a room and the nurse helped him up and on the bed.

"The doctor will be in shortly," the nurse said and left.

About ten minutes later a balding guy walked in with a clipboard.

"I'm going to wheel you down to the operating room and give you some gas to fall asleep, okay?"

Harry nodded and the doctor said, "I'm Doctor Winslow. Glad to meet you Mr. Potter."

Harry looked at this man suspiciously. The doctor wheeled him into the operating room.

Doctor Winslow covered Harry's mouth and nose with the mask and Harry fell into a blissful sleep.

A couple hours later Harry woke up to an annoying sound.

"Come on Harry, it's time to wake up now," someone was saying.

Harry blinked and reached for his glasses. Someone put them into his hands and the images became clear. Doctor Winslow and Aunt Petunia were standing next to him.

"Welcome back Harry. How do you feel? Energized? Tired?" Doctor Winslow asked.

Harry yawned and Doctor Winslow laughed. "I guess your tired. Well Emily the nurse that brought you in here is going to wheel you back to your car, okay?"

Harry nodded to tired to talk or do anything. Emily came in with a wheelchair again and got Harry settled in the wheelchair. She wheeled him outside when a gush of cold air hit him. Harry instantly woke up. Petunia came with the car and Harry hoped off the wheelchair.

"Thanks," Harry said to Emily and smiled.

"Anytime Mr. Potter, any time," she said and walked inside.

Aunt Petunia drove Harry home and Harry was dying to say thank you but didn't dare. They pulled into the driveway and instantly Harry could hear banging.

"You will be helping Mr. Foster right now. I told him you had to help me first," Petunia said and stalked off.

Harry walked into the back and heard music. He saw a guy in maybe his early twenties. Maybe later twenties if he was wrong. He had a formed body and a sea of brown hair. The hair was tied in the back of his head in a ponytail. When Harry tapped him on the shoulder, the guy jumped and turned around. The guy had blue eyes. Familiar blue eyes.

"Rule number one: Never ever sneak up on or tap a working guy with a dangerous tool in his hand. Understand?"

"Yes Mister Foster sir."

"Second don't call me sir or Mr. Foster. It makes me feel old when I'm only twenty-four. Call me Jacob."

"Okay then. Call me Harry."

Jacob laughed and clapped Harry on the back.

"We're gonna have fun, I can tell. Too bad it's only gonna take us two weeks," Jacob said.

"Two weeks?" Harry asked confused.

"Of course. It's only medium size house. It's not too hard," Jacob said.

On the last day of working together Jacob said, "I have to say Harry. I had fun with you. You are an amazing kid. I can't wait to see you again." Jacob then mentally slapped himself for saying that.

Harry looked at him and said, "'See you again?' Trust me that won't happen."

"Well you never know. God works in mysterious ways," Jacob said.

Harry laughed and said, "Yea, sure. In a way that's true but we won't see each other again. I go to Ho-boarding school in Ireland."

"True. Well I wanted to spilt the cost with you. So here's your check. You can put it into your bank account so that your Uncle doesn't know."

"Um...thanks," Harry said and they shock hands.

"It was nice working with you. If I don't see you in this life time, have a nice life and I mean it. Do the things you want to do," Jacob said.

Harry shook his head, "You too man. You too man."

Harry took the check and saw one thousand dollars on it. I'm getting even more rich, Harry thought. He stuffed it in his pocket and went inside. Apparently he was too late. Uncle Vernon already saw it.

Snape was watching all of his with disgust. Why does bloody Dumbledore take me to watch over the the spoiled brat? He continues to sit seeing Harry go inside.

"What did you just stuff in that pocket Potter?" Uncle Vernon asked looking livid.

"Nothing. He just gave me a note," Harry said praying that he wouldn't find out.

"Take it out then. I want to see if it's the truth," Uncle Vernon said with venom.

Harry reluctantly took it out and gave it to his Uncle. His Uncle unfolded it and his face turned even more purple.

He billowed, "Potter!" So loud that the whole neighborhood could've heard it.

His Uncle said, "He gave you one thousand dollars! Well that's not gonna happen because your gonna be dead!"

At that Harry's eyes widened in fear. "Please sir. Uncle Vernon think rationally," Harry said desperately. Oops, wrong thing to say.

At that her was backhanded against the face. He lost his balance from the blow and hit the floor. His Uncle grabbed the nearest object which happened to be a knife. His Uncle repeatedly stabbed him in the stomach. Before Harry slipped into unconscious Harry saw Uncle Vernon's face turn into one of pain. Blackness overcame him.

Snape heard someone yell Potter from inside the house and decided to go inside and investigate. When he finally stepped into the kitchen he saw Harry on the ground in a pool of blood. No one should go through this pain.

Getting enraged Snape whispered, "Sofortige Schmerz." He quickly grabbed Harry and ran to Hogwarts.

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AN: Sofortige Schmerz means instant pain in German. Thanks for reading! Tell me what you think by reviewing!