Chapter One

Ten more minutes. Harry Potter was currently sitting on his bed in his home on Privet Drive. He was waiting for his inheritance that every sixteen year old. He had looked through every book he could get his hands on at Hogwarts that could possibly tell him if the Potter line had any creature blood and had even asked Sirius and found out that there wasn't any. So when the clock strikes twelve in...seven minutes he only expected to get a minor power boost. Though from the way his magic had been flaring and reacting over the past few weeks he suspected that it was going to be more than a minor boost.

Shifting slightly on his bed he winced as pain lashed up his back where his last beating resided. He had been in the middle of preparing dinner for his relatives when Dudley walked in and into the stove, nearly knocking everything off. This resulted in him getting agitated and for his magic to spike and push out, causing everything in the the kitchen to go flying and crashing; making Dudley have to hide under the table and cover himself to keep from getting hit. Hearing the commotion, His aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon came running in and gasped in shocked horror at what they saw. Petunia shrieked and rushed to tend to Dudley who had a couple of cuts from some of the dishes that broke. Harry took one look at Vernon and gulped; knowing he was in for it this time. This wasn't the first time that something like this has happened sense he got off the Hogwarts Express but not at this big a scale, and got punished worse and worse every time it happened. Vernon was standing there shaking, hands balled into fists and face a mixture of red and purple like he wasn't breathing; and he probably wasn't. He turned to Harry and strained and sputtered for he to go upstairs and that he wouldn't be eating for a long time. He was so pissed that he could barely talk. After that he proceeded to storm into Harry's room with a switch and whipped his back long and hard, each lash was more painful than the last as they overlapped each other and he was bleeding all over. Vernon did all this while screaming profanities, insults and threats at him for being an ungrateful freak and a no goo delinquent. After Vernon tired out and he left the room; locking it behind him, he crawled to his trunk, seeing black spots all the while, and grabbed a blood replenisher and a pain reliever, knocking them both back he passed out. That was three days ago and he could still barely move.

Oh how he wished that he could leave this leave this place permanently but because of the damn blood wards he couldn't, and not because of the wards themselves but because of the person who set them up and kept sending him back here every summer.

He scowled thinking about how Dumbledore refused to listen to him on the subject anymore, believing that he was lying or exaggerating. Honestly Headquarters has a Fidelius charm on it in which Dumbledore himself was the secret keeper and sure as hell wasn't going to tell the secret to the Death Eaters or the Ministry; that along with all the other wards and protections put up by Orion Black himself, Grimmauld Place was more than likely the safest and most secure place in Britain and yet he was forced back here every summer for his protection. He didn't understand the point.

Just thinking about Grimmauld Place made his already somber mood sour. Not once had Sirius and his friends written to him this summer. He knew they where there because Ron accidentally let it slip on the train Apparently it was supposed to be a secret. Why where they keeping things from him and why weren't they talking to him? Not even Sirius which made his heart ache all the more. He was hurt and angry at this new development. They left him alone in this. But why? They all told him that they weren't mad at him for the Ministry incident and he believed it but now he was having doubts. He had almost gotten Sirius and his friends killed because of his reckless actions. Sirius nearly fell through the veil when Bellatrix through that stunner a him but luckily Remus caught him at the last second. He was regretting not completing his Occlumency lessons with Snape. He should have tried harder to control his emotions and thoughts, but he didn't and not had Voldemort led him into a trap but he managed to possess him.

Harry was so lost in thought at this point that he didn't notice the clock strike twelve. He was suddenly jerked out of his thoughts by the extreme pain wracking his body. He fell off the bed and onto the floor from the sheer force of it. He screamed and his back arched off the floor as pain seemed to flow through every iota of his being. It wasn't as bad as the Cruciatus but it was still hell. It felt like he was being ripped apart and set on fire. It was worse in his back and legs than the rest of his body. There was also a very strong pressure in his chest that was growing and intensity and stretching like a rubber band. It made it nearly impossible to breathe. It built and built until the pressure exploded like an over blown balloon and he was flooded with a tingly warmth that rushed around him and through him, washing away the pain. The abruptness of it left him feeling exhausted. The warm feeling that he finally recognized as his magic surrounded him like a comforting blanket and his last thought before sleep overcame him was...

Thank Merlin the Dursleys are out of town for the weekend.

Unbeknownst to him, a figure cloaked in black with a white mask stood across the street under a disillusionment charm to keep from being seen by the Order members that are on watch and watching the scene before them, saw the whole thing and apparated away. He has to tell his Lord this new development.

Harry woke up on the floor to see his entire room destroyed. His desk was broken in half, his window was gone, the bed was against the wall on its side, his wardrobe open and looks to be partially through the wall. Clothes, papers and books strewn all over the floor, his door wide open with the locks gone and the picture frames that where outside his room where broken and on the floor. The only thing what wasn't broken or a mess was his trunk in the corner upside down. Harry looked around at the scene before him with wide eyes as last nights events came back to him. Thinking back on everything he felt last night he was confused. He was sure that what he went through was not just a power boost. He was told that he would feel a little pain and have a minor power flux. What he saw looked like a tornado blew through his room and the pain he felt certainly was not little. From what he read this was more along the lines of a creature inheritance, but he was sure that the Potter line didn't have any creatures in it and his mother was a muggleborn so that was out. He was just going to have to wait and see what happens.

He slowly stood up. Wincing at the aches he could feel in his body and noticed that even though his muscles where sore his back didn't feel like it was tearing with every move he made. His back was healed from the beating he got from his uncle. He also noticed that he was much taller than he used to be.

Finally! Harry thought with glee.

He shuffled out of his room made and made his way to the bathroom, minding the glass in the hallway on the way there. He closed the door to looked in the full length mirror and stood in shock at what he saw. Not only is he about seven or so inches taller, he is also much more filled out. Before, he was near skin and bones with some muscle definition from playing Quiddich. Now though he is much more filled out. He now has twice about four times the muscle mass and definition he had before and you could no longer see the bones through his skin. He looked solid now and not instead of flimsy and breakable. His skin color was no longer a sickly pale color but a healthy pale with none of the gauntness. Looking closely and turning in front of the mirror he could see that though all his scars were still there, they are much less noticeable and looked to be fully healed. In fact... Rolling his wrists, shoulders and back while also stretching and moving his limbs he noticed that he could move around with an ease he didn't know he lacked. There was no fatigue or resisting when he moved and Harry realized with shock that a a lot of his past injuries and beatings over the years hadn't healed right.

How the hell did Madame Pomfrey not notice any of this. Harry thought with incredulity. He had been in the hospital wing many times over the years and she has done many diagnostics in that time so how the hell did she not notice something off. In fact some of the signs where plain as day in his size and coloring. She is a smart mediwitch, there was no way she could miss something like this. I wonder if maybe she new and just didn't treat it but that doesn't sound like her.

Pushing his his troubled thoughts aside, he went back to looking over his body. His shoulders where broad and his back was no longer hunched. He looked at his face and had to do a double take. The first thing he noticed was that he wasn't wearing his glasses. He had completely forgot to put them on earlier and yet he didn't need them. His eyes were fixed! Taking in his surroundings he noticed that he could see everything in crystal clear detail. It was quite frankly mesmerizing. He had no idea just how bad his eyesight was before and clearly his glasses where the wrong prescription. Looking back to the mirror he saw that his jawline and cheekbone where more pronounced. Not like before when he was skin and bone but with a new filled out masculinity. His lips where full and looked soft to the touch, His eyes shone bright with an emerald green rather than jade like it was before and his hair looked much softer, healthier and was no longer sticking at every end. It also grew longer and was now down to just above his shoulders. Taking in his whole body again he smiled a bright dazzling smile that he could never have pulled off just yesterday. He was very happy with the new change. He looked like a proud, healthy and if he was being honest with himself, attractive young man instead of a thin, short and sickly runt. He could pass off as a seventeen or eighteen year old now rather than a fourteen year old.

He was pulled out of his observation by a loud door slam. No, the Dursleys can't be home yet. They where supposed to be gone until Sunday. That's when he realized that he was unconscious longer than he thought. Today is Sunday and they are back, and he is out of his room. That's when he realized that he hadn't cleaned up the mess his magic made yet.

Oh shit! Shit! Shit! SHIT! Harry started to panic. What was he gonna do when Vernon-

"BOY! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THE MEANING OF THIS! WHERE ARE YOU!"

Harry froze. He was so lost in his panic that he didn't here his uncle come up the stairs, which is a feat because he and Dudley could be heard from down the street. Taking a deep breath he slowly opened the bathroom door, knowing there was no way out of this, and walked into the hallway like he was walking to his death, which may or may not be the case in this. As soon as he was out he was roughly grabbed by the hair and thrown into the glass that was on the floor. He was turned over and before he could get his bearings there was a massive boot on his throat. He then heard multiple breath catches and he realized that all three Dursleys where there and they where looking at him wide eyed in shock. For a split second he was confused and wondered why they where looking at him like that when he remembered his 'transformation'. He was becoming even more wary then because he new that this was going to be worse than he thought, because not only was he strong and healthy again, it was done by magic. He would have gulped in fear had the pressure on his throat not been there. All of a sudden he was being lifted by the hair and thrown into his room.

"So! You think that while we are gone that not ONLY can you destroy my house! But you can make yourself look like THAT?! You ungrateful freak! What do I have to do to get you to understand your place here? Oh well how about I show you what changing your look does for you huh? Stay where you are and DO NOT MOVE!" With that he left the room.

As Harry lay on the floor where he was thrown he began to panic. He wondered if he could be able to apparate somewhere else because that was the only thing that could get him out of this mess. Harry wondered whether or not the order would step in. Oh he new they were outside his house on patrol and his uncles angry voice could be heard well outside the house so why weren't they checking in on him?Surely they would do something?

He was pulled out of his thoughts when Vernon came back in the room holding a...

Harry's eyes widened and he started scrambling away from his uncle when he saw the leather whip in his hand.

No! No no no no! When it came to his beatings Vernon always used things like his fists, feet, belts, pans, Cooking utensils and even switches and he barely cam out alive with those half the time. But now...well he was fucked.

"Didn't I say not to bloody MOVE freak?! I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU , YOU DEVIL SPAWN! You will get what you deserve for the trouble you cause me and my family!"

With that he forcefully turned him on his stomach and readied the whip. When the first lash hit him Harry couldn't help it, he cried out. The pain of this was so much worse than the switch as each hit lacerated his skin and with each passing lash the pain grew stronger as they overlapped each other. Blood was pouring from his back as Vernon kept on going. The only thing that kept him from passing out was sheer force of will as he new that if he did pass out then it would just get worse when he woke. Why was no one coming for him. The order was standing watch outside to protect him yet they where not doing there job. He was starting to get dizzy from blood loss when Vernon turned him over on his back. He cried out again as the lacerations and welts that formed rubbed against the hardwood floors. Vernon swung the whip again and hit him across the face. He could feel the heat and blood running down from his brow and cheek and he couldn't see clearly as blood got into his eye. He was swiftly losing his hold on consciousness. Vernon lifted the whip to strike him again when suddenly he was blasted into the wall beside him, rendering him unconscious. Yes, Finally he was being saved. His vision was spinning and his hearing was going as he started losing consciousness. Then a male figure came into the room and knelt next to him. He was waving his wand and he could feel his magic but he couldn't tell what he was doing. He was also trying to talk to him but he couldn't understand what was being said. He noticed that he vaguely recognized the voice but couldn't place where he had heard it. He new he wasn't an order member but at the moment he couldn't care less who he was. Harry finally slipped into Morpheus's arms as the man grabbed him to apparate.

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