Home And a Few New Tricks
Harry Potter was sitting on the back seat of his car, looking dejectedly as his gate way to Hogwarts was swept away from sight behind a sea of ordinary muggle cars filled with ordinary muggles. He now became aware of the fact that his aunt, uncle and cousin, his 'family', kept shooting him scared, anxious and loathing, glances which he had learnt to ignore over the years. It was not difficult to follow his train of thought, it only consisted of Sirus falling over and over through the veil. Harry still felt that if he were to just lift it he would be greeted by the bark like laughter of Sirus.
His thoughts were interrupted by his uncle, whom he loathed even more then Snivellus, a name which he had started using in the memory of Sirus and his father 'well boy' Vernon barked 'What are you waiting for go get your stuff, and get into your room NOW!' It seemed that he had regained his usual temper during the ride home which had been deflated by Moody's warning.
Harry dejectedly dragged his trunk up the stairs into his room and set down Hedwig's cage whom he had let out at the station so she could fly home. He plopped down onto his bed and stared blankly at the ceiling of his room.
His thoughts strayed to the prophecy which in turn kindled a fire of rage in his mind about keeping something so important from which was also the reason of Sirus's death. But his anger died as soon as it flared up and now its place was filled with guilt, 'whom am I fooling he' thought 'it was because of me Sirus died' , it was absolutely true, if he hadn't run off to the ministry it never would have happened. Had he payed attention to Hermione, sirus would have been alive.
His thoughts were again interrupted by his uncle's voice bellowing at him to come down for him to come down. He got up from his bed and wiped the tears from his cheeks that he did not know he had shed. He grudgingly walked into the kitchen of the house he hated the most, he sat down to eat the meagre meal they had provided. He was playing with his food around on the plate when his uncle hissed at him 'well boy what did you do in your crackpot school, this year huh?' Anger flared inside him at this words like it had never flared before, he answered in a deadly cold voice laced with malice 'If you really want to know, I got my godfather killed.' The tone of his voice made both Petunia and Dudley pale but they had no effect on his uncle. He muttered very audibly at this 'You are good at getting people killed, first your disgusting parents then your murderer of a godfa…' he never finished the insult because he had been had been hurled headlong into the nearest wall by Harry's temper controlled magic .
Dudley ran out of the room clutching his backside like it would fall off and petunia shrinked almost comically in her chair and looked horrified at her husband. Harry was just as surprised at the turn of events but managed to not show it on his face and say in a calm tone 'If he ever insults my family again I will make sure that is the last thing he does, UNDERSTOOD?' all his aunt was able to do was nod her head meekly an rush to the aid of her husband.
He walked up the stairs deep in thought about what he had just learnt, he knew that some people can do wandless magic but they had to be as powerfull as Dumbledore. The more he thought about it the more likely did it seem that he had actually gained a huge amount of power after Voldemort possessed him at the ministry.
At this point he became aware that the more he thought about Voldemort he could feel their connection growing. He quickly snapped out of it because the idea of exploring Voldemort's mind terrified him .But it could actually be usefull, he should be able to find out about death eater attacks in advance and help the order. He sat on the chair in front of his desk and wonderd if it could actually work but still he decided to give it a try.
So with his mind steeled he concentrated on Voldemort's face, it no longer haunted his dreams because he now knew that Voldemort was just as scared of him as much as harry was scared of Voldemort. Soon he could feel himself slipping into the conciousness of Voldemort he could feel him pacing about in the riddle manor he could feel his excitement but he did not get any information. He concentrated upon Voldemort's knowledge and memories and suddenly fell off the chair gasping with his head aching like hell. The moment he thought about Voldemort's mories and knowledge his mind became overwhelmed with memories that weren't his and a vast knowledge of potions, spells, charms, apparation, sword fighting, duelling, dark arts and what ever harry could think of about the wizarding world. He steadied his feelings and started rifting through the memories and knowledge of Voldemort. He trained himself to apparate within minutes and that too without a wand, he was also pretty sure he could become an animagus but decided to let it rest for the time being .Another advantage of this bold endeavour into Voldemort's mind that he instantly became a master of occlumency and legilimency without saying the incantation or using a wand. Harry wanted to explore more of this new found knowledge but felt suddenly extremely tired and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
He woke up next morning with a stiff neck because of the awkward position he slept in and nightmares about Sirus falling through the veil and Voldemort killing his parents. Hedwig sensing him awake hooted softly and glided down to him from her cage onto Harry's shoulder .He mumbled softly as he scratched his only friend in privet drive and mumbled softly to her 'Hi girl had a good hunt yesterday? Well I will have to get some owl treats for you just give me a second and I will pop to diagon alley and no one will be the wiser' with that he dressed quickly into his weasely jumper and a pair of jeans and thought what should he do with his scar but the answer was quite simple, with his new found knowledge and power he transfigured his forhead to make the scar disappear, he had to do this with his wand but the ministry was not able to detect it because he had learnt to render his magical signature untraceable . With that problem solved he apparated to grinngotts and filled his money bag from his vault and quickly purchased some owl treats and apparated soundlessly back to number 4 privet drive.
Grinning at his flawless handiwork he held out his hand with a few owl treats in it for Hedwig, she hooted in delight and landed on his shoulder and nibbled his ear affectionately and went into her cage to eat her owl treats in peace. A few minutes later a very delighted harry potter climbed down the stairs grinning ear to ear about what he had just accomplished.