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Summary: When Voldemort attacked Harry when he was a year old, Harry disappeared and was presumed dead. Voldemort lived and went to kill Neville and his family and had the Killing Curse rebounded destroying his physical form. Neville was named The-Boy-Who-Lived, savior of the wizarding world. However, Neville bore no mark from Voldemort's attack. Over fourteen years has passed since Harry's disappearance. What happens when he suddenly returns bearing a lightning shaped cursed scar?

Author's Note: I am currently looking for someone to beta this story. Send me an email if your interested.

Chapter 01: Planeswalker
It was like any normal spring morning. The flowers were in full bloom. Trees were filled with green luscious leaves. Students were running around the halls enjoying their weekends. Gossip and chatter sounded through the normally quite halls. Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry, was filled with life. But the unfortunate fifth year students were locked up in their rooms or library studying for the dreadful Ordinary Wizarding Levels exams. Or O.W.L.s for short. For seventh years, they were stuck with the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests better known as N.E.W.T.s. Neither groups were looking forward to the end of the term for the results of either exams determine their paths for the rest of their lives. O.W.L.s determine which courses a student may take in the remaining two years and the courses a student may take determines which occupations the student may take up.

For most students, there were expectations to meet. Some were to beat their friends, others were to show their parents they can meet their expected potential and perhaps exceed it. Thus, on this spring weekend, the Halls of Hogwarts were filled with serious students studying the best they could. Of course students had preferences, like slacking off in the morning and studying after lunch, but for Hermione Granger, studying was all she ever did. This was her fifth year at Hogwarts and Hermione was preparing for her O.W.L.s hoping to get into the Auror track. Since the return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named last year, Hermione had become more studious, if it were possible, in her studies trying to discover a way to help Neville Longbottom, The-Boy-Who-Lived, defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Neville was one of her two best friends, despite his being in Hufflepuff while Hermione was sorted into Ravenclaw. His parents were taken from him when he was a year old when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named attacked Neville's family home. But it was during that attack the year old Neville miraculously survived a Killing Curse and repelled back to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named destroying the evil wizard. No one was sure how Neville lived or how he came out unscathed as an instance of a living being surviving a Killing Curse never existed before Neville. Thus, they made him a hero for destroying the Dark Lord of the era. Recently, despite his heroic status, the Ministry has begun to discredit Neville for spreading the truth of the return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Her other best friend was a redheaded Gryffindor named Ronald Weasley or better known as the Stomach of Endless Holding. Hermione has yet to see the day in which Ron would state he is full, as he just continues to eat until the hour is up for meals. Nor has she ever met anyone who can outmatch his appetite. In spite of being best friends, Hermione argued the most with Ron. Sometimes it was over trivial things like which day their assignment was due. Often times they were bickering with one another because neither was willing to admit to being wrong. That was always Ron, yet Hermione always took the bait going into those long bickering sessions. However, there were times when Hermione would argue with Ron over issues of great importance.

The three had formed a unique friendship over the years as they tackled various attempts on Neville's life as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named tried to return to power. Who would have thought three different people of three different houses could become such close friends. Neville, the famous hero, was a boy loved by everyone he met. He was a charismatic leader as well, one who people would gather around, even Slytherins. There were exceptions, of course, but there were few Neville could not get along with. Ron was Neville's 'tactician', as he would like to call himself. Hermione had to admit, although Ron was immensely lazy and thought more about the calling of his stomach than most of anything else, when the time came, Ron was able to devise a plan to bring them success. As for Hermione, she was the person who supplied the pair with a plethora of knowledge to tackle the obstacles before them. Despite their friendship, Hermione was unable to convince her friends to study. Hundreds of times, she had explained how difficult the O.W.L.s would be and how important the exam would be in planning their future, but the two boys just did not have a care in the world. Except getting into fights with Draco Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins who were envious of Neville's natural popularity. Or playing Quidditch.

Hermione scribbled away furiously on her paper as she reminded herself of Draco. She hated the pompous arrogant brat with a passion. Everyday, he throws the same painful insult towards her. Everyday, Draco just laughs as pain fills in her eyes. And not a single day has gone by in which Draco felt the insults had gone too far. It only took a few moments for Hermione to admit to herself that she could not continue and telling herself to go take a break. As Hermione walked out of her room, she saw a dark black shadow move across the shadows on ground. But when Hermione looked around, no one was there. She quickly drew her wand, waved a spell motion towards the moving shadow and said, "Finite!"

To Hermione's surprise, the shadow on the ground revealed nothing. The magic was not dispelled. Instead, it stopped and rotated a quarter-circle about. Suddenly, the shadow began to grow taller giving it a form. When the growing stopped, the darkness melted away and revealed a young teenage boy around her age standing before her. He had long messy dark brown hair, black eyes, and tan skin. He had a sharp chin, strong jaws and a grin across his face. On his forehead was a jagged scar shaped like a lightning bolt.

"Hello, Hermione. I didn't expect you to actually come out of your room," the boy greeted.

Hermione took a step back and was fairly confused. She had never met this boy before, yet, he knew her name. Suddenly, the boy's hair turned black and he pulled out contacts that revealed his brilliant emerald green eyes. From his robes, he pulled out a pair of glasses with large round lenses and wore them. "Who are you?" Hermione asked as she took a step back with her wand still poised at the boy.

"Sorry! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Harry Potter," the boy said as he put out his hand to greet Hermione.

She stood there with a frown. Hermione did not recognize the name Harry Potter, so why would he know who she is? "Hermione Granger, but you already know that…" she replied slowly as she shook the boy's hand. "Wait, how did you get into the girls tower of Ravenclaw?"

The boy smiled and replied, "Good question! I don't really know. Old man Bal just tossed me randomly into Hogwarts. I actually ended up in the showers so I decided to sneak out. But I did not expect that you would actually come out of your room."

"How do you know this is Hogwarts? I've never seen you once in my life."

"I was supposed to come here for school, but things happened. I need to talk to Albus. I don't suppose he's here, is he?" Harry replied as he started walking down the stairs.

"Albus?" Hermione asked as she chased the boy down the stairs. A whirlwind of questions rocked through her mind as she tried to grasp onto who this 'Harry Potter' was. And it took Hermione well over a few moments to realize 'Albus' was the first name of Hogwart's current Headmaster. Few students were ever on first name basis with the headmaster of Hogwarts. But this boy just called Professor Dumbledore by his first name. "You mean Professor Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts?"

"Yes, that Albus," Harry replied nonchalantly as he looked around. It almost looked as if he had a nostalgic look across his face as he examined every decoration along the stairway walls. There were a few times where he stopped and grinned as he examined a sculpture or painting. After a moment's pause, Harry would just continue bouncing happily down the stairway. "I suppose I should start calling him Professor Dumbledore, but that's just too long of a name. Albus is far easier to remember."

As Hermione reached the bottom of the stairwell, she saw several teachers rushing into the common room. "Where's the intruder!" Professor Flitwick cried out as he rushed to search the area.

"Alex?" the voice of Dumbledore asked when Harry showed himself. "Alexander Evans?"

"Hello, Albus. Uh… Long time no see?" the boy named Harry replied with a laugh. "Well, it's only been a few years since I last saw you. What year is it by the way?"

"You died!" Dumbledore cried out as he walked over to Harry. His eyes were wide in shock as if he saw a ghost.

Those words confused Hermione the most as she had never seen the Headmaster in shock before. Nor did she know why the Headmaster would cry out such a phrase to someone who just suddenly appeared into Hogwarts. Those words, however, made Hermione wonder if the boy was a threat to the lives of the students here in Hogwarts.

"Oh, that. It was just some random soldier Sal and I found to fake my death. No hard feelings, Albus, but it was necessary," Harry replied as he took a seat ignoring the other professors.

"Professor Dumbledore," Hermione voiced as she placed her hand over her wand. "This boy said his name was Harry Potter. Why did you call him Alexander Evans?"

A sudden gasp came from all the professors as they turned and stared at Hermione. Then turned to face Harry. "Oh. I forgot to mention that Alex was just a fake name Sal came up with," Harry said as he smiled. "How's Neville doing fulfilling the prophecy?"

Dumbledore quickly rushed over to Harry, grabbed the boy's arms and yanked him off his seat. Then they rushed off leaving everyone staring in awe. "How are you still alive?" Dumbledore questioned as the door shut behind them in his office.

"I thought I just explained that to you," Harry replied as he took a seat.

"No, you explained how Alexander Evans survived," Dumbledore replied with a frustrated tone. "How are you, Harry Potter, alive?"

"Well," Harry began as looked up and saw the ever so familiar portrait of Salazar Slytherin. "I don't suppose you said anything, have you, Sal?"

Dumbledore turned back and looked up at the portrait of Salazar Slytherin that Harry was talking to. "You don't mean that Sal is…"

"Took you long enough, Albus," a snide voice replied. "You know, I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to ask."

"Couldn't you have just made my life easier and explained everything to Albus before I got here?" Harry complained to the portrait.

"No. Where's the fun in that?" Salazar snickered.

"What is going on?" Dumbledore asked interrupting the conversation between Harry and the founder.

"You explain, Sal," Harry said as he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

"Fine. Harry is a Planeswalker. When Voldemort was about to kill Harry, Harry jumped into the Plane of Time in which he ended up in my care thanks to a crazy old git. I don't mean you, Albus. You're crazy, but not a git." Dumbledore laughed to that statement recognizing how true it was. "Let's just say that I raised him for a while before we began our little adventure across time. Our meeting during the war with Grendalwald was the last adventure Harry and I were on together."

"What ever did happen to you after that?" Harry asked curiously as he looked towards one of the four famous Founders of Hogwarts.

"Oh, nothing much. I became Headmaster. Then got married and started a family," Salazar replied simply as he stroked his chin. "Maybe one day you will meet them."

Harry glared at Salazar. One of the few things he hated about the Founder was that Salazar always hid a second meaning in his words. "So that is how Voldemort came to be your heir?"

"No. He is not my heir. Tom is a descendant of one of my sons that I disowned for the reason I will not divulge at the moment. Thus he has no claim on my heirloom. And just for the record, my heir is a girl who is living in this time."

Harry let out a scowl and turned away from his guardian. "Don't bother asking, Albus. Sal won't respond. He's an old man who enjoys to make others burn out their minds with his riddles."

Salazar let out a laugh which shocked Dumbledore. The Founder never once showed an ounce of emotion before. "What are you going to do now, Alex. Or rather, Harry," Dumbledore asked as he regained his composure.

"You can call me Alex if you want, Albus. I really don't mind. It has been my name for quite a long time." Salazar nodded agreeing with Harry's statement. "But I've come back; or rather, Bal finally put me back into the time I belong so I can stop Voldemort."

Dumbledore eyed Harry curiously wondering why Harry would make that last statement. "Neville was the one prophesied to kill Voldemort…" Dumbledore began.

"That's true. Neville will eventually kill Voldemort, but Neville does not have the 'power he knows not'. I have the mark," Harry said as he lifted his hair to reveal his lightning shaped scar. "If I recall correctly, Voldemort was to mark me as his equal. Neville doesn't have a single scratch on his body. Without me, there is no way any of you can fight Voldemort on even ground."

"You know, Alex, this changes things," Dumbledore stated as he stroked his beard.

"Not really. Just have Neville continue to do the things he's doing. My name is not famous so who would know that I'm the other one prophesied as the savior?"

"What will you tell the world?" Dumbledore asked as he tossed his eyes at Harry.

"Nothing. They can guess and make up all the stories they want. I really don't care. I'm just here to take the O.W.L.s and get into the Auror track." Harry replied with a shrug as he began to fiddle around with anything interesting he put his hands on that was lying on Dumbledore's desk.

"Don't worry, Albus. I made sure Harry was well trained," Salazar said with a smile across his face that made Harry throw another glare at the Founder.

Dumbledore looked at Harry and Salazar wondering about their relationship. "I will place my trust in your judgment and place Harry with the fifth years. Can I safely assume Harry will be joining your house?"

"NO!" Harry shouted adamantly. And to Dumbledore's surprise, so did Salazar.

"Ravenclaw." Salazar recommended regaining his composure.

"I'm not that studious!" Harry cried out in objection. "Gryffindor!"

"You'd destroy the school if you were in Gryffindor!" Salazar cried back in defense.

Dumbledore thought of suggesting Hufflepuff, but doubted Harry would be one to get along with everyone. Harry was the adventurous type as well as a first-class prankster. So that left only one way to determine where Harry would be. The Sorting Hat. "We'll just put on the Sorting Hat on Harry's head and let it decide where Harry goes," Dumbledore suggested through the arguing.

"Fine!" the boy and the founder cried out in agreement. With a flick of his wand, Dumbledore brought the sorting hat onto his desk and let Harry put the old hat upon his head.

"I'm just curious, Salazar, but why is it that you do not want Harry in your house? You house can make him great!" the hat asked.

"I just don't want to see his ugly mug every day," Salazar replied with a grunt.

"You know, I must agree!" Harry sneered at the founder.

"Ravenclaw is also a good choice, but I fear Harry is far too lazy," the hat commented. Salazar scowled while Harry cheered. "I'm afraid I must place Harry in Gryffindor." Harry roared in victory as Salazar placed his head in his hand and shook it. Harry jumped out of his chair and started a victory dance mocking Salazar.

"Albus, I pray that you have some strong wards that can keep this castle from collapsing." Salazar gave as a warning to the current Headmaster. His tone was serious, but Salazar could not help but roll his eyes and shake his head while Harry mockingly did his victory dance.

Dumbledore eyed the portrait wondering if things could really be that bad. "Well, you will need robes and school supplies and a room to stay in."

"No. Do not give Harry any potion supplies. Merlin knows what new concoctions Harry will brew up," Salazar warned. "This is the person who came up with a potion that makes a person immune to Veritaserum for life. And also the person who created a fireball in a flask. That was one of his more deadly achievements."

"Then why should Harry enroll into the fifth year?" Dumbledore asked curiously. There were few people Salazar Slytherin would praise and if Dumbledore heard him right, Salazar actually held great respect for Harry. Dumbledore flicked his eye and saw Harry who was still dancing his victory dance with the Sorting Hat on his head.

"Because this damn brat has yet to learn how to cast spells with a damn wand. You may recall Harry carrying around a spellbook in the forties," Salazar replied. "He will need a temporary wand as Balthazar sealed his wand away in time."

"Harry still uses magic of the old ways?" Dumbledore asked as Harry finally stopped dancing.

"I wouldn't call it old ways," Harry corrected as he sat down and removed the hat. "It would be more accurate to say it was forbidden. After the First Muggle War in 106 A.D., the counsel of Wizards deemed wandless magic too devastating to use again."

Dumbledore nodded understanding Harry's argument. There were three wars which Wizardkind fought Muggles so far. The first was by far the most devastating. And now Dumbledore knew why. But how did Harry know?

"That was partially your fault," Salazar spat at Harry.

"Well, I was just trying out my altered fireball spell. I didn't think that it would destroy the entire Muggle army…" Harry replied.

"When do you ever think, boy?" Salazar shot at Harry.

"Good point. I usually don't," Harry replied with a grin. "Oh, Albus, if you're wondering, we were at just about every magical war since the dawn of humankind. The old git, Bal, thought it'd be fun to send us to each and every one."

Dumbledore just nodded in agreement. There was nothing he could say. He had no knowledge of what Harry knew nor could Dumbledore understand why Harry was sent into the past instead of growing up in the present. "How did you stay in your fifteen year old body?"

"Oh, easy. I nicked the Philosopher's Stone from Flamel. He thinks he lost it for a day, but we've actually used it for over five centuries. Or was it closer to six?" Harry replied with a grin.

"FIVE!" Dumbledore cried out jumping in his chair. "OVER five centuries?"

"Something like that," Harry said as he scratched his head. "You don't remember the exact amount, do you, Sal?"

"Too long to count," the founder replied. "Didn't bother either, seeing how we were sent from one war to the next. The only break we had was when we went to steal the stone and return it. And the fourteen years I was left to raise you. I think you should send the boy away before he gives you a heart attack, Albus."

But before Dumbledore could act, the door into his office slammed open and a man with cold, angry eyes, oily long black hair, a crow-like nose and a frown stormed in. His strides were as silent as the wind catching his robes as the trailed behind him. He suddenly stopped before Harry, grabbed the collar of his shirt and asked in a dark, snide voice, "Are you Harry James Potter?"

Harry turned to the founder, but Salazar had returned to his natural position and looked over Harry with an indifferent look. To Harry, that just meant Salazar was too amused by Harry's situation to do anything and wanted to watch how Harry would handle it alone. He then turned to Dumbledore who slammed both palms onto his desk and shouted, "Severus, let go of Harry!"

"No, Albus!" the man shouted back at the Headmaster, but never took his eyes off of Harry. "Stay out of this. I don't care what I must promise to you, but I want an answer from this boy. Are you Harry James Potter?"

"Yes," Harry answered simply as he blinked his eyes in confusion. Why did this man- no. Why would anyone not believe the word of Albus Dumbledore? Curious, Harry attempted to peer into the man's mind and encountered something which he never had come across before.

"Don't you dare peer into my mind, boy," the man named Severus ordered coldly as he had somehow managed to block Harry's ability to peer into other's minds. Apparently, it was not as flawless as Harry had though it was. "Who are you, imposter? Who are you to assume the form of Harry Potter?"

"Look, I really am Harry Potter," Harry answered as honestly as he possibly could, however he doubted he could make the man trust him as he had violated the first rule of gaining another person's trust: give them no reason for mistrust. Suddenly, it occurred to Harry that he had one thing he could show that might prove his identity. "I have a scar on my forehead which was placed there when Voldemort attacked my home in Godric's Hollow killing my parents!"

The man's eyes went wide as he saw the lightning shaped scar on Harry's forehead. Immediately, Severus let go of Harry, spun around and walked out of the room as silently as he came in. For a few moments longer, Harry just stared at the invisible trail the man left. There were many questions in his mind, none of which had any answers. However, there were people in this room who might know the answers.

"Oh, Professor McGonagall," Salazar spoke quickly before Harry had a chance to voice his question. "This here is Mister Harry Potter, and from what I gather, he is a known figure of some sort. As of this moment, he has been placed into the House of Gryffindor, which you are the head of."

"Oh, my!" Professor McGonagall let out a cry. "So the rumors were true!"

"Yes, they were," Salazar answered formally. "Since Mister Potter has been sorted into your house, would you be as kind as to show Mister Potter to his dormitory?"

"Of course," Professor McGonagall answered with a kind and gentle smile before guiding an even more confused Harry out of the Headmaster's office.

"I suppose you have a fairly good reason for this?" Dumbledore asked the founder.

"Of course," Salazar responded. "It's just as good as a reason as why you haven't told Neville everything there is to know about the destiny forced upon his shoulders."

"Very well," Dumbledore spoke, accepting Salazar's response. "I suppose you would know what is best for Harry."

"Unfortunately, I don't," Salazar replied honestly as he stared at the door where Harry had left. "I can only hope I am doing what is right for him at the moment."

Dumbledore could not help but turn towards the legendary Founder and stare at him. Although Salazar Slytherin was not the wisest of the four, he was always confident in his actions. At least that was how history spoke of this particular Founder. Yet, before him, Dumbledore saw hesitance and uncertainty in the Founder. Portraits only contain an imprint of the best known personality of the person sitting inside the portrait. Salazar Slytherin was best known for anything but hesitant and uncertain, why would he be showing those traits now? It made the portrait seem, for a lack of a better word, human.

Harry followed Professor McGonagall down the halls of Hogwarts which he was all too familiar with. For the first fourteen years of his life with Salazar, Harry lived within these walls. It was then Harry had met the other three Founders of Hogwarts: Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff. Godric was four years Salazar's senior during the time in which Harry lived at Hogwarts. The two were the best any two friends could be, however, what Godric did not know was that Salazar aspired to be like him. Noble. Just. Charismatic. Best in magic. Everything Salazar had trained himself to be, Godric was better. Then there was Helga who was the same age as Salazar. She was tall, beautiful, kind and loving. Harry loved Helga as she was the most caring person Harry had ever known (considering he spent nearly all his life fighting in wars). Harry remembered Helga gently waking him up in the morning before serving him breakfast. She would end up late to her first Herbology class of the day, but Helga was the type of person who wanted to help everyone as much as she could. It made Harry wonder if he had ever seen Helga angry before. Finally, there was Rowena. She was the youngest of the four, being six years Salazar's junior, but her wisdom and intelligence outmatched the three other Founders combined. She was the one Harry spent the most time with Rowena as she was the one who liked to teach most out of the four founders. Rowena was also the one who had the least experience teaching as well as working with others. She enjoyed gathering new information or creating new innovations so much that majority of the time, her face was hidden behind large round glasses and her wild bushy hair she neglects to tame. Even Rowena's robes were not well taken care of. If it weren't for Helga, Rowena would wear the same robes each day no matter how crumpled they were.

Those were the days of innocence. The days before Harry knew of his destiny. The days when he could wander the halls he called home without a care in the world. As Harry brushed his right hand against the warm enchanted walls of Hogwarts, he almost felt as if he really was fifteen years old again. He wished he could be. Harry wished he could be the age of those he would have to guide through the war. To be in their generation and enjoy the popular games and stories of their time. Also, Harry wanted to know what it was like entering Hogwarts as a student. Harry never had that experience as he grew up in Hogwarts.

The construction of Hogwarts just began as Harry arrived as an infant. Salazar was only fifteen when Harry landed in his arms. Despite his youth, Salazar had gained much prestige along with Godric, Helga and Rowena as the four were pivotal in bringing an end to the Third Muggle War with minimal bloodshed six months prior to Harry's arrival. It took ten years before the construction of the initial Hogwarts Castle was finished. Additions to the castle, such as the changing stairways were added in the years to come as Hogwarts expanded to include more courses and students. Harry, having been taught by the four founders since he was under their care, was not allowed to enroll because he would be ahead of all the students.

Now, centuries after the construction of Hogwarts and centuries of travel later, Harry finally returns to the Gryffindor Tower with a pack of used books to study from. After Professor McGonagall left, Harry sat down and looked through the first book of charms. Salazar had taught Harry the use of magic with wands, but Harry was far from proficient. The main reason was Harry never had a chance to use his wand in combat. Or any wand in a matter of fact. Harry was taught to control wandless magic with ancient incantations that he memorized instead of the normal Latin incantations taught at Hogwarts. He was glad he retained his fifteen year old body for so long as it allowed Harry to learn continuously without ever hitting the mental block many witches and wizards hit as they grow older.

Of course Harry was also taught the use of modern technology while he was sent to another world for a few years. As well as a possible future. Balthazar had purposely made sure Harry would not learn the course of the current war as it has not happened yet. Not entirely. The war was already set in motion, but the outcome still remained in the hands of the participants. And Harry was one of the key players of this war.

As Harry slumped into his bed, he saw a flash of red hair enter his room. "Hello Ron, Ginny, Fred and George," Harry greeted the four redheads before they could introduce themselves. "McGonagall told me," Harry lied before they could ask. He had learned their names through one of his misadventures through time. One Harry wished to keep secret at the moment. "Harry Potter."

"Welcome to Gryffindor," Ron said as he shook Harry's hand. "Blimley! That's a nasty scar!" he cried out as he noticed the lightning shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

"Yeah. This is part of the reason why I missed my first five years here," Harry replied as he shook the hands of the other three Weasleys.

"Are you a fifth year?" Ginny asked.

"Yup. Here to take my O.W.L.s."

"Can you perform spells?" Fred asked.

"Course. What kind of wizard would I be if I couldn't?"

"Care to show us?" George asked.

Harry smiled as he was waiting for someone to ask. "Sure." From a pouch, Harry pulled out a worn book and dashed to a window. "You might want to cover your ears," Harry said with a grin.

"How is that book going to help? Don't you need a wand?" Ron asked.

But Harry was already halfway through his incantation. When he finished, Harry shot out his right hand pointing into the sky. For a moment, nothing happened. Then a sudden explosion of fire ripped through the air. Warm wind pushed violently against Harry and the Weasleys and the roaring sound of the explosion muffled their ears. The four redheads fell back with their hands over their ears while Harry just stood watching the explosion as if it was something normal. When the fireball passed, Harry turned to face the four siblings and smiled. "Book of spells."

"HARRY POTTER!" the voice of Professor McGonagall shouted down the hallway.

"Time for me to bolt!" Harry said as he jumped out the window.

"Where is he?" McGonagall asked with fury across her face. The four siblings just pointed out the window. She quickly ran to the window and saw Harry waving on the ground. McGonagall turned around and rushed out of the Gryffindor tower to catch Harry.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Fred and George cried in unison.

"I wonder if we can learn that!" Ron said with excitement flowing through his body.

"You know how dangerous that spell is, don't you?" Ginny said voicing reason. However, Ginny was smiling like the rest of her brothers. She wanted to learn the spell as well.

"It's forbidden magic," Harry's voice said at the doorway. They all turned in shock wondering how he climbed the tower so quickly. And avoided Professor McGonagall. No one has ever gotten past the deputy Headmistress. Or gotten away for that matter. "But I'd doubt that will stop you all from learning it," Harry added with a grin. He pulled out a second book from the same pouch and tossed it into the hands of the twins. "Do be careful. You wouldn't want them to notices."

Author's Note: I found that majority of the spells in the Harry Potter books do very little physical damage and was fairly dissapointed as they seemed weak. So in this fic, I decided to make wandless magic far more volatile. Spells do damage people physically, as majority of the spells are elemental based; but there are also spells to boost the user's abilities like increase in agility or strength and spells that protect the user for a time period rather than holding up 'Protego' and faced with the inability to attack.