Here he was again. Where's here? Number 4 Privet Drive, Surrey. Who's he? Harry James Potter… Gryffindor golden boy, The-Boy-Who-Lived, The chosen one… take your pick. The one undeniable fact was the he was here again, lying on the floor of Dudley's second bedroom. He was there because of the surprise beating he just received from dear old Uncle Vernon. 'Why is it my fault the walrus lost his job?' Harry thought to himself. The ringing in his ears had yet to subside. 'And the worst of it is that Aunt Petunia just sat there and watched.'
What was really puzzling him was that Dudley just stood there looking… well looking forlorn. Almost as if he'd felt sorry for Harry. 'And just where in the nine hells were the Order in all of this? Aren't they supposed to be protecting me from this as well as the threat of The Dark Toss-pot?' The oddest thing in all of this is that Harry wasn't angry. Maybe he was to out of it to be. One thing that was sure was that he was a bit pissed, but that was all. That was his lot in life. Savior of the damn wizarding world, and here he was getting the shit kicked out him almost daily just because of the so called reasonable restriction of underage magic.
He finally decided to get up at the point he grew angry. Not so much angry as blind rage. The house began to shake because of the raw magic he was letting off. Hedwig started flying around her cage. Books and other objects around his room began to fly around with reckless abandon.
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia burst in the room because of the noise. "Boy! What is the meaning… What the hell is going on?!"
Harry turned and looked at his uncle with rage practically bleeding from his eyes, which were currently glowing green. "Vernon! Now you Die!" Harry yelled as he sent everything in the room that could possibly hit the man.
Before anything could've hit him, the door to Harry's room slammed shut and impacted by all the various objects that Harry was wandlessly sending at Vernon. He turned around and saw Dumbledore, Tonks, and Moody. Still angry at Dumbledore for lying to him about… well, pretty much everything, Harry's rage and magic decided that Dumbledore made a good second target. "I guess you just volunteered old man!" It took the combined shield power of the three people there to stop Harry. After all was done, Harry passed out from magical exhaustion.
Harry woke up a short time later hearing the voice of Dumbledore and a few other people. He kept his eyes closed and pretended he was still asleep. This kept him from knowing where he was, but it also allowed him to listen in on what was being said.
"Albus… Just how was the boy able to do all that. I mean that was big for even accidental magic!" Moody said in a slightly awed and appraising voice.
Dumbledore looked apprehensive before answering him. "I fear, Alister, that young Harry maybe going dark. We know the only way to raise your magic power is through a dark ritual."
'Dark! The old fuck thinks I'm going dark! I'll give him dark! I'll shove my wand so far up his wrinkled ass he'll never see the light again!' now harry was pissed off.
"And just where, almighty Dumbledore, do you think that Harry got hold of such a ritual?" asked Tonks. "I think that theory is a little farfetched."
"Nymphadora, its not farfetched at all. Mr. Potter could've easily gotten such a ritual from the restricted section of our own library, or maybe from the library at grimauld place. As for where he could've done it. Well he is a parselmouth. He could've easily done it in the chamber of secrets." Dumbledore finished his speech, but Tonks didn't look convinced and more than a little pissed at having her given named used.
'Well at least Tonks is on my side.' Harry thought. 'Though I wonder what bug has crawled up Dumbledore's ass.
"I'm sorry headmaster, but I don't see it. I mean what about Ron and Hermione? They are around Harry all of the time. You surely wouldn't think that they…"
Dumbledore interrupted her here. "Perhaps they're going dark right along with him. He does seem to have the power to influence the people around him."
'That son of a BITCH! You dare call Ron and Hermione dark. That's it! He wants a dark lord. I'll show him dark. My dear Dumbledore, I am going to shatter your sanity.'
Tonks took on an outraged tone. "I honestly think that if Molly and Arthur heard you calling their youngest son dark, you'd have more red headed problems than you'd know what to do with."
"Molly and Arthur trust my judgment," Dumbledore said with an air of finality. "Now I think we should retire of the evening. Tonks, you stay here and watch Harry."
When the shut the door to the room, Harry instantly knew that he was in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. 'I've heard those doors close often enough to know where I am damn it all…"
Tonks sat next to Harry and kicked her feet up on the edge of his bed. "What are we gonna do with you Harry? Dumbledore thinks you're going dark, but I think you're just going through hell."
"Well that would be pretty close to the truth there Tonks." Harry said out loud causing Tonks to jump. Harry chuckled at her surprise. He sat up turned and put his feet on the floor. Tonks was amazed that he could move after all the magic he'd been letting off. "Truth be told Tonks, I'm tired of the fight. Now it seems that He-who-thinks-light-shines-from-his-arse is turning on me and the dark toss-pot still wants me dead." Tonks didn't know what to say.
"Which side are you on Tonks? I heard you defending me. I want to know if I can count on you when the shite really hits the fan."
Tonks thought for a few seconds. "Just what do you have planned Harry?"
"Well for one, I want to get the hell out of here. I need to go back to Number 4 for a few things then I plan on disappearing for a while. I'm pretty sure my days at Hogwarts are over… I feel really sad about saying that." Harry looked seriously at Tonks.
It took Tonks about ten seconds to make up her mind. "Okay Harry, I'm with you. Now how do we get out of here without Dumbledick knowing?"
"Got that covered Tonksie," At that, Tonks gave him a nasty look that made Harry laugh. "Dora then?" She shook her head. "How about Nymph? No? Okay then Nym?" that got a much better look.
"I actually like how that one sounds. You, and only you may call me Nym." Tonks said with a smile.
"Okay then, we should get moving. Dobby!" and with a small pop, the manic little house elf was there.
"What is Harry Potter, sir needing from Dobby?" Dobby asked bouncing.
Harry looked at the little elf. It took about a minute, but Harry calmed him down. "Dobby, I need you to take me and Nym out of here. The headmaster has decided that I am dangerous and am turning dark."
The little elf looked completely affronted and outraged. "Well Dobby will be helping Harry Potter sir from now on. Dobby quit."
"Great, " Harry said, "Now I need you to pop Nym and myself back to Number 4 Privet drive. There are a few things I need to get." And just like that they were gone.
Upon arrival, Harry found the front door locked. So he knocked, he was surprised when his uncle answered it and looked frightened. Then he remembered that he almost killed the man, actually he intended to kill him. He'd have to figure out how he used his magic like that later. It could be useful. Another thing that surprised him was the faint blue aura his uncle was giving off. Harry wondered what it was. "I think you should let me in uncle, I'd hate to have a repeat of my last visit."
Vernon almost tripped over himself trying to get out of the way. As he walked in, he saw Petunia and Dudley in the living room, both glowing with the same blue aura. "Nym… Could you tell me why my family is glowing blue?"
"I don't see anything Harry," Tonks said looking a bit confused
Harry looked at her as if she must be kidding. "I want you to cast a spell to detect enchantments or charms."
Tonks pulled out her wand a cast what she was told to and sure enough there was a powerful emotional influence charm on Harry's family. "Harry… I think your family has been magically influenced to hate you."
Harry looked at her as if she'd grown a third head. "Say wut now?"
"Them… Charmed… hate you." Tonks said while pointing at the Dursleys.
Harry took the time to consider this. This could work out very well. And if him seeing this meant what he could see magic… then why didn't he see any… 'Oh shit.' "Nym, remove the compulsion over them and check to see if there are any wards here. Depending on your answer, we'll need to leave fast."
Tonks removed the compulsion charm and checked the wards. She found none. Not so much as a simple proximity ward, certainly not the great and powerful blood ward. Harry suspected as much. He asked Tonks to run upstairs and magically pack his things and anything she thought his relations might need. She left to do so with the help of Dobby.
"Ok, where to start," Harry said turning to his family. Was he saw was scary. All of them seemed to have been in some sort of shell shock. He snapped his fingers in front of Vernon's face and that seemed to bring him out of it. Vernon started to cry. "Harry… I… I can't even… begin to express how sorry I am for the way we've treated you. It was that old man and his wand… he came by once a year to redo the spell."
That sparked his aunt in cousin in to an apologetic mode. Harry hushed them and told them there would be plenty of time for explanations later and that they all needed to get out of here before they had any unexpected vistors. No sooner had Harry told them that, than he heard the pops from outside. Tonks came running down stairs with all of their object shrunk and in her pockets. "Um…. Harry, I think we've got company."
"I heard. Seems like Dumblefuck and his lackey's are out front. Nym, you take my aunt and cousin to Grimmauld place. Dobby, you go with them and start warding it against Dubledore and the rest of the order. Me and Vernon will make a go of it out the back door and catch up on the Knight's bus," Harry grabbed his uncle and ran out the back door as he heard the pops of Tonks' side along and the front door bust in by members of the order.
Harry and Vernon ran out the back fence. Vernon was much slower than Harry because of the obvious fitness level difference. Across a few back garden fences and a street, they finally made it to magnolia crescent.
"Okay uncle, I have one question," Harry asked as seriously as he could. "Do you still have any problems with magic?"
Vernon thought about it for a moment. "No Harry, the only real problem we had was because of the old man casting his spell over us. "
"Alright then, we're fixing to travel by magical means, so I wanting to make sure everything was clear," Harry concluded this by raising his wand. The loud crack signaled the Knight's bus' arrival. Stan started the usual routine but stopped when he saw who it was. "Hey Ern'! Its Neville! How've ya been?"
"Been fine Stan, but I'm kind of in a hurry, this is my uncle by the way. If he asks any question, just keep in mind he's a muggle," Harry finished by ushering his uncle on the bus, paying the fair, giving a location, and going to the back of the bus.
Vernon looked a little concerned. "Why did that man call you Neville?"
"Well I am somewhat famous in this world so I gave him a false name when I met him the first time. It really will get confusing if the real Neville Longbottom ever rides this thing," Harry said distractedly.
A short time later, the bus stopped outside number 12. His uncle was further amazed by how the house was hidden from muggle view. Harry was accosted upon his entering by Tonks.
"How was the trip Harry?" She asked with a breath like she'd just run a marathon.
"It went well all things considering. Where there any problem's on your end? And where are Dudley and Aunt Petunia?"Harry asked before accidentally kicking over the troll leg umbrella stand. This of course caused Mrs. Black to go off. "Ah Shite! I'd forgotten about that bitch."
Tonks got Vernon to try to help her pull the curtain back into place as Harry ran into the parlor. He looked around the room for an instant and grabbed a fire place poker then ran back the entrance hall.
"Nym! Move!" Harry screamed before bringing the poker home. "I don't care how permanent the god damn sticking charm is bitch! You're coming off this wall one way or another!" After about five more swings, Harry was successful in removing the painting, which was promptly thrown into the fire place and set alight.
"Now that that's out of the way, where is everyone?" Harry asked.
"You're aunt and cousin are in the kitchen. I believe they are waiting to talk to you about all their horrible treatment of you," Tonks offered with a weak smile.
Harry walked into the kitchen and was greeted by the mournful faces of his relatives. The first one to start was Petunia. "Harry, I'm… I'm so sorry. If Lily had known how I've been treating you…"
Harry interrupted her. "There is no need for any of you to apologize. You were under a compulsion spell by a manipulative old man. I don't hold a grudge against any of you so I feel that its best if we move past this and get on with our lives. And as far as what my mother thinks. I wouldn't worry about it Aunt Petunia. She knows what Dumbledore's been doing, I'm sure." Harry honestly didn't care. He was saying it more for her sake than anything else. Harry realized that his emotions had changed over the past few days. He'd ponder that later.
He knew he'd have to stand off against the old man later. But he'd need a few weapons first.
"Dobby!" Harry called, and sure enough the manic little elf popped to him right away. "When you finish with the wards, please make enough food for everyone here." And with that, Harry turned and left the room. He needed to think.
Harry eventually found his way to the attic. It had been a long day. The day before he'd nearly killed his uncle and his former mentor with surge of magic he'd never felt before. He wasn't that powerful… was he? 'I've never felt anything like that before. I had accidental magic when I was angry before, but nothing on that grand of scale. It took Nym, Moody, and the old man to stop me.' He looked at himself in the mirror and saw that he was glowing a deep green. 'What in the nine hells? Damnation, I bet the old fuck is responsible for this too.'
Harry walked down stairs and caught the smell of sheppard's pie and treacle tart. 'Thank Merlin for you, Dobby.' He walked into the kitchen where his family and Tonks were. "Tonks, can I borrow you for a minute?"
"Sure, Harry," She said as they walked out into the hall. "What do you need?"
"I need you to cast a spell detection charm on me. I looked at my reflection in a mirror earlier and there was a deep green glow around me." Harry said to her quietly.
Tonks pulled out her wand and cast the spell. Her eyes went wide for a moment. "Merlin's balls!" She exclaimed.
Harry giggled. "I suppose that fine piece of profanity right there was in shock of something you found, and judging by your eyes… I'd say its bad."
"Well, its not so as bad as it is impressive. You, Harry James," Tonks said with a smirk and a mock sexy look, "have no less than seven magical binding spells on you. Each one is limiting your power." Seeing the look on Harry's face, she went on to explain, "One magical binding spell is normally enough to render a normal wizard to almost a squib. That should be enough to give you a rough idea of the kind of power in you that has been bound."
Harry was having a hard problem understanding what all this meant. "What does this all mean Nym?"
"It means Harry, you are probably the strongest wizard in recent history if not ever."
(A/N So here is the first chapter of my new one. I have had to put Final Kombat on hold for a while as I can't access my desk top for a while. So you'll just have to deal with this… I own nothing.)
