Harry Potter and the Secret Within
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry. Alas, I am poor and pathetically obsessed with the world of Harry Potter so I only can write about him. It's all JK Rowling except my plot and Lucas, Lindsey and Corina. Chapter 1: Unwelcome Return
There were four people were in a car in the little London town of Surrey. There was nothing special about the car, or the driver or two of the passengers for they were ordinary muggles. However, there was one occupant in the car who was anything but normal. Harry Potter sat in the window looking out at the passing houses; they were all uniformed, cleaned and well presented.
'Why can't I be like that? Why can't I be normal like everyone else?'
The reason Harry wondered this was because he was a wizard, but not just any wizard, he was the Boy-Who-Lived. When he was one year old, Harry's parents were killed by Lord Voldemort and his mother placed a protection over him, however Merlin probably does.
Just a few days before, Professor Dumbledore had told Harry that it was his destiny to kill or be killed by the person who slain his parents. It was his destiny and he was the only one who had the power to kill him.
As they drove passed the houses of Little Whinging, Harry stared out the window thinking about his actions during the previous few days. He fell for one of Voldemort's plans, lead his friends into London without help, jeopardized there lives, placed his godfather in danger which ultimately lead to his death beyond the Veil, and finally descended to the level of dark wizards by using an unforgivable curse-Cruciatus.
Yet, so far on the trip from King's Cross, the Dursley's had kept there mouths shut, fearing retaliation from Mad Eye Moody.
'I hope they stay quite,' he thought.
When the car arrived at 4 Private Drive, Harry exited the car then got his trunk and Hedwig's cage. With no assistance from his relatives, Harry dragged the trunk up to his room and promptly got sick.
His room was a dump. Five years ago, Harry was given Dudley's second room, it was small and filled with all of Dudley's crap, so naturally after 5 years, Harry had gotten rid of most of it, however when he saw his new room, he couldn't believe it.
His room had not only had his bed been slashed by a knife, but the walls were stripped as if someone had gotten angry and took it out in his room. He just couldn't believe it. And then-
"What-Potter doesn't like his new room?" Dudley Dursley spat. Dudley lost weight last year and was quite slender now. His stomach had thinned out and now the boy looked totally different. His dirty blonde hair was combed neatly to the side, however there was still one thing unchanged. His nasty smile was still there, it was obvious that Petunia had just fed him because mayonnaise covered his lips and there were turkey remains on his chin.
"No, I don't like my room, but I'll live with it, just leave," Harry whispered. Just listening to his voice you would think it was a frightened young man, however if you looked into his sparkling emerald eyes, you would see a different story, Harry's eyes was literally flickering with lightning pulses.
"Oh, poor little Potter is scared. I heard you had a hard year, so what happened? Realize you have no friends?"
"No, my godfather was killed. Now leave!"
"Ohhh, dad is going to love this. He died? I bet you killed him. You did, didn't you?" As he said these words, there was an unworldly sound outside. The wind started howling, trees were knocked down, and it sounded literally like a hurricane had started in the middle of London.
"LEAVE!"
"This is my house; I'll do what I want."
With the death of his godfather and his hate for his family, it was too much. Suddenly, Harry's anger took over his control on his abilities; lightning fell outside as if it were rain, but that was not the weird thing. Harry was struck with lightning over and over again and was now covered in a golden aura. The lightening was bouncing off of his body and then spreading into his aura, the sight was magnificent. 'It reminds me of the priori incantium,' thought Harry. As the lightning continued to hit Harry anger started to recede, he heard a song, but it was unlike anything he had ever heard. The song was like peace, it soothed his anger, put his emotion in a bottle and made him realize that Dudley was just a punk and not worth his time.
The lightning stopped but Harry's aura expanded, it encompassed his whole room and then suddenly it was gone and so was Harry.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry. Alas, I am poor and pathetically obsessed with the world of Harry Potter so I only can write about him. It's all JK Rowling except my plot and Lucas, Lindsey and Corina. Chapter 1: Unwelcome Return
There were four people were in a car in the little London town of Surrey. There was nothing special about the car, or the driver or two of the passengers for they were ordinary muggles. However, there was one occupant in the car who was anything but normal. Harry Potter sat in the window looking out at the passing houses; they were all uniformed, cleaned and well presented.
'Why can't I be like that? Why can't I be normal like everyone else?'
The reason Harry wondered this was because he was a wizard, but not just any wizard, he was the Boy-Who-Lived. When he was one year old, Harry's parents were killed by Lord Voldemort and his mother placed a protection over him, however Merlin probably does.
Just a few days before, Professor Dumbledore had told Harry that it was his destiny to kill or be killed by the person who slain his parents. It was his destiny and he was the only one who had the power to kill him.
As they drove passed the houses of Little Whinging, Harry stared out the window thinking about his actions during the previous few days. He fell for one of Voldemort's plans, lead his friends into London without help, jeopardized there lives, placed his godfather in danger which ultimately lead to his death beyond the Veil, and finally descended to the level of dark wizards by using an unforgivable curse-Cruciatus.
Yet, so far on the trip from King's Cross, the Dursley's had kept there mouths shut, fearing retaliation from Mad Eye Moody.
'I hope they stay quite,' he thought.
When the car arrived at 4 Private Drive, Harry exited the car then got his trunk and Hedwig's cage. With no assistance from his relatives, Harry dragged the trunk up to his room and promptly got sick.
His room was a dump. Five years ago, Harry was given Dudley's second room, it was small and filled with all of Dudley's crap, so naturally after 5 years, Harry had gotten rid of most of it, however when he saw his new room, he couldn't believe it.
His room had not only had his bed been slashed by a knife, but the walls were stripped as if someone had gotten angry and took it out in his room. He just couldn't believe it. And then-
"What-Potter doesn't like his new room?" Dudley Dursley spat. Dudley lost weight last year and was quite slender now. His stomach had thinned out and now the boy looked totally different. His dirty blonde hair was combed neatly to the side, however there was still one thing unchanged. His nasty smile was still there, it was obvious that Petunia had just fed him because mayonnaise covered his lips and there were turkey remains on his chin.
"No, I don't like my room, but I'll live with it, just leave," Harry whispered. Just listening to his voice you would think it was a frightened young man, however if you looked into his sparkling emerald eyes, you would see a different story, Harry's eyes was literally flickering with lightning pulses.
"Oh, poor little Potter is scared. I heard you had a hard year, so what happened? Realize you have no friends?"
"No, my godfather was killed. Now leave!"
"Ohhh, dad is going to love this. He died? I bet you killed him. You did, didn't you?" As he said these words, there was an unworldly sound outside. The wind started howling, trees were knocked down, and it sounded literally like a hurricane had started in the middle of London.
"LEAVE!"
"This is my house; I'll do what I want."
With the death of his godfather and his hate for his family, it was too much. Suddenly, Harry's anger took over his control on his abilities; lightning fell outside as if it were rain, but that was not the weird thing. Harry was struck with lightning over and over again and was now covered in a golden aura. The lightening was bouncing off of his body and then spreading into his aura, the sight was magnificent. 'It reminds me of the priori incantium,' thought Harry. As the lightning continued to hit Harry anger started to recede, he heard a song, but it was unlike anything he had ever heard. The song was like peace, it soothed his anger, put his emotion in a bottle and made him realize that Dudley was just a punk and not worth his time.
The lightning stopped but Harry's aura expanded, it encompassed his whole room and then suddenly it was gone and so was Harry.