AN: For those of you who read my last story; I know I said I was going to write a LOTR fanfic, but an Idea popped into my head and I loved it. I promise that for this story, I will see it through to the end.
Chapter 1
Harry Potter hated everything. He hated his life; he hated the students who were too weak to stand up to Dudley, his cousin, and be his friend. He hated the teachers who looked the other way when Dudley and his gang beat him up. He hated his Aunt and Uncle who treated him worse than crap and abused him mentally everyday. But most of all, he hated his cousin, who made sure Harry had no friends. If he had just one friend, someone to talk to and get along with he would be happy. He expected no change after ten years, however, and was close to accepting that he would never have any friends, and would always get beaten up. He was, in fact, being beaten up by Dudley and his gang at the moment.
He curled himself into a ball, as he had learned to, to lessen the blows, but it did little good. Bored of him, the gang lessened the blows. They left after Dudley gave one last swift kick to Harry's ribs, laughing and joking. Harry looked up at Dudley, his hatred showing in his eyes. Dudley saw the look, smirked, and returned a look of his that clearly said 'do something about it.' Harry broke eye contact as he lowered his head because he knew there was nothing he could do. He heard Dudley laugh at his weakness and knew his cousin was right; he was weak. He looked up at Dudley. If only he was stronger, he would make Dudley feel the pain that he had felt all these years. He wanted so badly for this to happen and with a crash; Dudley fell to the ground, howling in what seemed like unbearable pain. His friends backed away, scared, several started to call for a teacher. Harry stared at his cousin, his eyes wide. Could it be? Had he done this? No, it was impossible; Dudley was probably just faking for attention, and yet…
His train of thought was broken as the school nurse, ignoring the bruised and battered Harry, and ran towards the child with no sign of injury and could very well have been faking. Dudley had stopped screaming, but was still lying on the floor and was sobbing uncontrollably. He watched as the Nurse looked at his body, looking for the source of the boy's pain. When she found none she asked him, "Where are you hurt?"
Dudley managed to choke out, "All over."
A bit confused the nurse asked Dudley, "Well where did the pain start?"
"Everywhere," Dudley told her.
She had never seen anything like this before and told him that he would be going home early. Harry was still on the ground, looking at his cousin. His thoughts had been confirmed, Dudley had indeed been faking to go home early. He was disappointed for two reasons. The first was that he still had no power; the second was that Dudley's pain wasn't real. Harry shakily got to his feet. He heard Dudley's gang talk about how smart he was to find an excuse to leave school early. Suddenly remembering what time it was Harry realized that Dudley might not have been pretending. They were all leaving in five minutes anyway. Hope shoved its way into Harry. It could still be a coincidence, but if it wasn't that meant that Harry had powers. He couldn't help but smile.
The smile stayed on his lips even when his Aunt and Uncle came to pick up Dudley and completely ignored him. He watched as they brooded over Dudley. He saw Dudley talking to them and then point at Harry. Vernon looked up at him. Harry tried to hide his smile the best he could, but it was too late. Vernon rushed over to him surprisingly quick, despite his girth. He grabbed Harry's shoulder and leaned his face in so it was right in front of Harry's and said, "So you think it's funny do you? That your cousin was hurt?"
"N-no, sir," Harry stuttered, scared by his uncle's face. He ignored Harry's response as he pulled Harry, rather roughly, by his arm to the car. Harry was confused as to why he was being brought home as well. He had expected to be told to walk home as punishment. He was shoved into the car next to a still slightly sobbing Dudley. He saw his Aunt Petunia look confusedly at Vernon. His Uncle whispered in her ear. Her eyes opened wide and her head snapped towards Harry. The look had fear and hatred mixed together in it. Harry looked down at his feet; he knew he was going to get it when they got home. The ride to the house was uneventful and silent as tension filled the air and was thick enough to cut with a knife. After what seemed like hours they finally got to Privet Drive. Petunia hugged Dudley around the shoulders and guided him towards to the house. Vernon was guiding Harry with his hand on Harry's back, only because there were people watching. Harry knew there would be hell to pay when he entered the house. He didn't know why, but he could tell from how hard his uncle was pushing him that he was very angry. He tried to walk as slow as possible, but was only pushed harder. He entered the house in time to hear his aunt telling Dudley that he should go take a nap. Vernon closed the door and immediately reeled around to face Harry. He took slow steps towards Harry, his face purple. Harry was terrified. He closed his eyes and wished he were any where else but here. He opened his eyes to find his uncle, once again, in his face.
"What. Did you do, TO MY BOY?!" he screamed in Harry's face.
"I-I swear, one second he was laughing, and the next he was on the floor. I didn't do anything."
Harry was incredibly confused. Why would his uncle think he hurt Dudley? There was nothing pointing to that.
Vernon seemed to realize this as he opened the door to the cupboard under the stairs. He looked at Harry and roared, "Get in there, boy. NOW!"
Harry followed the order without thought. He only knew that he had never seen his Uncle like this and he didn't know what would happen if he refused, not that he ever would. He heard his uncle slam the door behind him. Harry lay down on his bed, his mind reeling. Why did his uncle think he did it? Was it because he had been smiling when they came to pick up Dudley? No, that wasn't enough to go on. They must know something he didn't. Harry sighed. If they did, he would be the last to find out. Was he right to think he had powers? He tried to think back to all the times he had done things he couldn't explain. There were only two other instances; the first was when he had gotten a bad haircut and was going to be forced to go to school with it the next day. When he woken up he found out that his hair had grown back. When he told his aunt and uncle, they had given him a thrashing. Another time was when he was running from Dudley and his gang when he suddenly found himself on the roof of the school, and had gotten a beating for his troubles. Both times had had no idea how the event had occurred. He only knew that he was wishing that his hair would grow back, or that he was somewhere where Dudley couldn't get him… or that Dudley felt his pain. Harry thought, the pieces falling together. It all made sense now; every time he wished something would happen, it did. Harry was giddy and excited.
He decided to test it out; he wished he had a chocolate cake and closed his eyes. He opened them, ready to eat, but was disappointed when he saw no cake, not that he could see very well. He wished he had light. However, no light came. Suddenly he heard mumbling coming from the kitchen. He went up to the door of the cupboard and put his ear against it, but it didn't help. They were probably talking about him; and he had to know why. He pushed on the door, to see if it was looked, which it probably was. To his surprise it opened. He winced as is squeaked, but heard that the conversation was still going, he opened the door only as wide as he needed to, and went out. He sneaked, quietly and slowly towards the doorway of the kitchen, and hid behind it.
"…thought we had beaten it out of him," he heard his Aunt say.
"He's getting to be too dangerous. It was bad enough when he was just using it to help himself, but now he's using it on Dudley, to hurt him. We've got no choice but to kick him out," his Uncle said, harshly.
"No," said his Aunt, and for a second he thought maybe someone did care about him, until she said, "Then we won't receive the money from their bank. And then how will we pay for all of Dudley's toys?" Harry slowly walked back towards the cupboard, furious. They were getting payed to take care of him, and yet they claimed he was a freeloader and good-for-nothing. A realization dawned on him as he entered his room. They had said that he was getting too dangerous. That could only mean that he had, in fact, been the one who had hurt Dudley. But more importantly, it meant he had powers.
Harry was more than ecstatic; this meant he was special, and better than his damn cousin. He was probably better than most people. He was like one of those super heroes he had read about in one of Dudley's comics. Speaking of witch, he felt like reading one right now. He left his cupboard and went up to Dudley's room. He opened it to reveal a sleeping Dudley. Harry crept towards his cousin and leaned in next to his ear, "Wake up!" he yelled, loud enough to startle Dudley but not enough to alert the adults.
Dudley sat up and fell out of his bed. When he saw Harry laughing at him he glared at him and snarled, "What do you think you're doing? I'm going to tell my father."
Harry laughed at this. He reached down and grabbed a comic and said, "I'm not scared anymore, and do you know why? I have powers, I was the one who hurt you today, now get out."
Dudley went pale and scrambled to his feet and out of his room. Harry laughed at him as he sat down on his cousin's bed. He had never felt better in his life; he had power. He could do things no one else could. He was feeling pretty good until his Uncle barged in, followed by his Aunt and cousin.
"How dare you say what you did to Dudley! You most certainly did not hurt him you filthy liar." Harry sighed.
"I heard you talking to Aunt Petunia about how I was getting dangerous. Which means it must've been me. Now I can have anything I want," said Harry, as he starred intently, wishing him pain and suffering, like he had with Dudley. It seemed like Vernon understood what Harry was doing as he closed his eyes and flinched. Nothing happened. Harry was shocked; he was sure he had this power; there was no other explanation for what had happened over the years. His uncle was also shocked, but got over it quicker. He grabbed Harry by his hair and dragged him out of Dudley's room, down the stairs, and threw him into the cupboard.
"You see, you idiot boy? You're worthless; you don't have any powers!" Vernon yelled. He then slammed the door and locked it.
Vernon turned from the cupboard, his face completely pale. He had been terrified when he realized that Harry was trying to do something to him, and honestly thought he was going to be hurt, and was beyond relief when Harry's magic failed. He wondered how the boy had managed to figure out he had powers; granted the clues were right in front of him. Not to mention he was a ten year old boy, and not a very bright one at that, either, not like his Dudley. He didn't understand why Harry would hurt Dudley in the first place. From what he understood from Dudley, he was nothing more than nice to him, at school that was, like he was told to be. In fact, Dudley had said he was getting rid of some bullies who were tormenting Harry, which was more than he deserved, when he had felt the pain. Perhaps the boy was psychotic and hurt anyone who tried to help him. There was a great conflict residing in Mr. Dursley; he could kick the boy out and be done with him, but if he did that then he would not receive the money he was getting from their bank. While he did hate them, their money was very useful in giving his beloved son what ever he needed, and frankly, he didn't make enough money to do that. Vernon shook his head, getting his thought back on track. He couldn't imagine what the boy would do if he found out how to use his powers. His only choice was to never let the boy out of the cupboard unless it was to do chores. Vernon sighed. This was too much for him to deal with tonight; he went to bed, ready to deal with it tomorrow.
Harry sat in his cupboard, shocked. He was so sure that he had powers, he was still sure. Why hadn't they worked? Harry sighed. He had been a fool to try to take over the house without full knowledge of how to use his powers. He would now have to bide his time and train himself. He wasn't sure if they expected him to try again, or if they thought it was a one time thing. Harry wanted to train, but sleep sounded so much better. He decided he would do both, and began to train himself.
"Get up, boy! And fetch the mail."
Harry groaned as he was awoken from a rather good dream, though he couldn't quite remember what it was about. He got up and opened the door to his room. He closed it and looked into the kitchen to see his uncle and aunt staring intently at him. He ignored them as he went to the front door to pick up the mail. As he was walking back to the kitchen he sorted through the mail. His eyed fell upon a letter addressed to him. He quickly looked back up to see if his relatives were looking at him, and after seeing that they weren't, he quickly shoved the letter into his pocket. He wordlessly handed the rest of the mail to his uncle. Vernon looked up at his nephew and handed him a plate with a small amount of food on it.
"There," he said. "That's more than you deserve. Now get back into your room, I don't want to see you for the rest of the day unless I tell you to come out."
Harry shrugged as that was how most days went and it was beneficial to his training. Harry took his food to his room and sat down on his bed. He took the letter out of his pocket and began to read it as he ate his food. It fell out of his mouth by the time he finished it. He was a wizard? If that was true, then he was doing magic. He read it again so he was sure he didn't misread anything. There was a school that could train him; they had even sent him a list of items. As Harry red the list, he realized that this could be a prank. A wand, a caldron, where in could he get any of this? No, this was a prank. He looked at the front of the letter and saw that it was addressed to "Harry Potter in the cupboard under the stairs" which only strengthened the idea of it being a prank. Only Dursleys new he lived in the cupboard. It must have been Dudley; he always surprised Harry with some rather cunning ideas when he wanted revenge. The thing that gave it away was the name of the supposed school; Hogwarts. Who in their right mind would name a school after disgusting things that grew on the body of a hog? Dudley had probably forced someone with better hand writing to write for him. He somehow got his hands on the things needed to make a seal. Harry is angry, angry, but impressed. He tossed the letter and list of items into his trash can and lit it on fire with flick of his wrist. Harry smiled, this was the first thing, and only thing, he had taught himself to do. He had only gotten an hour of sleep, but it was worth it. He was going to teach himself to make things fly into his hands, but first he wanted to sleep. He was close to sleep when he heard,
"Boy, get up here!" Harry scowled and got up and went to open his door, but found it to be locked.
"What do you want?" Harry asked whoever was there, through the door.
"We're going out, so stay in there and don't come out!" Harry's Uncle Vernon said, gruffly. They woke him up to tell him to do exactly what he was going to do? That pissed Harry of, but he held it in, for when he exacted his revenge. Harry nodded and went back to his room. He heard the door slam behind him and lock. An idea formed in his mind; the summoning lesson would have to wait. He waited till he heard the car leave and then ran to the door. He put his hand where he knew the lock was on the other side. He closed eyes and felt the power within him; it was in his legs, his arms, his chest, even his toes. He made it all go into his hand. He willed the lock to unlock. He stood there for several minutes, waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, he decided to try what he found the easy way.
"Unlock," He said, but once again, nothing happened. Harry glared at the door, as if it was its fault. He sat there for several minutes, trying to get it to work. Finally, he took a different approach. He relaxed and felt the power seep out of his hand. He imagined it going into the lock.
"Unlock," he said, more forcefully. It worked, sort of. The bar on the lock flew backwards and into the wall. Harry heard a "thunk" sound and exited his room to find the source of it. He groaned when he saw the ruined lock and the bar in the wall. He had put too much power into it, but perhaps he could repair things,. He knew it would take a while, but he was sure he could achieve it before the Dursleys came back. Fate, apparently, had a grudge against Harry, because the moment the thoughts left his head he heard a car pull up in the drive way. Harry started to panic. How was he going to explain this? Would he have to make another stand? No, the only thing he could do was burn, and if he used that he might light the house and doom everyone in it. Harry quickly realized that there was no easy way out of this; his best option was to lie and say he didn't know how it happened. He had recently pissed his uncle off a lot and was a bit afraid what he would do to him, but thought, at most, he would be thrown out of the house, which wasn't that bad really. He heard the door open and the Dursleys gasp at the sight of him out of the cupboard. He felt two meaty hands grab his shoulders and spin him around to face them.
"How did you get out?" Vernon said this very quietly, yet it was somehow more terrifying than when he yelled. Harry turned a bit pale; despite his powers he was still an eleven year old boy.
"I-I don't kn-know," Harry stammered, "One second the door was closed and the next-."
He didn't get to finish his sentence because his uncle slammed him into the wall.
"Oh no, boy. I've heard that story before." He didn't understand at first until he remembered his explanation for Dudley's pain. He groaned; now was not the best time for him to realize that he was a bad liar.
"Petunia, Dudley, go upstairs." Vernon hissed as he grabbed Harry, once again, by the hair. As he was dragged away he saw his aunt and cousin looking very scared, and knew he was in for a real beating.
Harry wondered what exactly his uncle was going to do to him he was thrown into the dinning room table, not breaking it but knocking it over.
"I'm sorry," Harry pleaded, really scared. "I didn't mean to."
His Uncle ignored him, his face completely purple. He grabbed Harry by his shirt and pulled him off the ground. Despite his girth, Vernon was very strong, and Harry, not having much to eat, wasn't very heavy. He threw Harry into a wall. Harry hit his head and almost lost consciousness for a second. Harry got up and tried to get away from Vernon. He ran towards the sliding glass doors. His hand was on the handle when he felt a hand on his back push through the glass doors, shattering them. Harry lay down on the grass, dazed. He felt something trickling down his arm. He brought his hands up to look at them, blood. He had cuts on them, as well as up and down his arm He tried to get up, but couldn't find the strength. He felt a shadow loom over him and looked up to see his uncle. Vernon spit upon Harry and snarled down at him,
"I'm done with you, boy. I'm tired of your freeloading and ungratefulness. I'm done with your freakishness. You are no longer welcome in my house." He said, and left.
Harry laid there, the shock wearing off of his body. He began to feel pain in his back, head, arms, and a little in his leg, but not that much. As his eyesight dimmed he thought he heard sirens, for a second he thought that perhaps someone had called an ambulance for him, but crushed his hopes immediately, the Dursleys wouldn't call one for him and no one was aware that he had just gotten beat up. He tried hard to stay conscious, he had to get away incase Vernon came back. He tried as hard as he could but couldn't get his body to move, he lay there and blacked out.
AN: This is only my second story, so please R&R and tell me how I did.
