A tiny bit of gore in here... its outlined... I hate the Dursleys.
Harry Potter lifted his head, smacking it on the low ceiling. He looked around, his body instantly absorbing the changes he'd made in the future. He was in the cupboard under the stairs. The Dursleys! Harry thought with a chuckle. He was planning on dealing with them anyway. Then, he looked at his hand. It definitely wasn't what he'd been expecting. He'd been aiming for one century of travel, right after he'd turned 17.
Instead, he found himself in a five year-old body. He'd have to live through Hogwarts again… Actually, that wouldn't be bad at all. He could start his relationship with Hermione that much sooner. Besides, it would be interesting to see the changes. Suddenly, a plume of multicolored flame exploded into brilliance next to him. Mia flapped her wings, struggling not to hit a wall in the tiny space.
"Sorry Mia." Harry chuckled. He removed the Trace that detected underage magic, as well as the detection spells that had been placed onto him by Dumbledore. He gestured and the door flew off its hinges, slamming into a wall. He summoned the letter that Dumbledore had left with Harry on the Dursleys' doorstep. Reading it confirmed his suspicions. Dumbledore had not only been siphoning funds from Harry's vault to pay the Dursleys, he'd also instructed them to keep him as cut off from magic as possible. He knew that beatings tended to slow discharges of accidental magic, so there were orders in the note to make sure that he was beaten at least thrice a week.
Harry's anger triggered a burst of flame that incinerated the paper. Mia, who had been perched on Harry's shoulder, barked angrily at him. Harry, who could understand the phoenix language, agreed. The Dursleys' deserved their payment now.
Harry wished he had a wand. Wandless magic was extremely effective, but having a wand would have been so much more dramatic. Sighing, he stalked up the stairs, Mia following. Harry blasted open the doors to Dudley's room and extended an arm. A burst of flame sent the child running to his parents. Even at the age of six, Dudley was gigantic, and Harry chuckled as the fat pig waddled to his parents.
He strode through the doors to the master bedroom and laughed when he saw Vernon with a shotgun in his hands.
"Do you really think that will work?" Harry asked. When Vernon pulled the trigger, Harry transfigured the scattering pellets into small birds, which immediately began picking at the vulnerable areas of the Dursleys. Mia was enjoying using the shotgun as a club to beat them.
"Wh- Why are you doing this?" Dudley cried.
"Are you an imbecile? You used me as a slave! You beat me for using my natural gifts! Now, I think that its time that you understand exactly what it is that you've done. Opening a one-way link to the minds of the three Dursleys, Harry channeled the years of abuse, pain, and suffering. He directed it through the link. The Dursleys were reduced to sobbing babies. It wasn't enough. Mia said to use a certain spell.
Harry sent a mental healing spell at the Dursleys. Mia wanted them fully aware of what was about to happen. "Imperium Viscus Fatalis." He intoned. The spell was one that he had created to punish the bastard who'd killed his daughter. It literally ripped out the victim's internal organs, keeping them awake and alive until the heart was removed last. He'd also transformed it into a healing spell, one that allowed direct healing of the internal organs.
Harry watched with a grim satisfaction as the Dursleys were ripped apart. He knew that they hadn't deserved the torture, but Hermione had always hated the idea of parental figures who could act like that, especially towards Harry. Thinking of the torture reminded Harry of Dumbledore. He cast an incomplete cloning spell. It wouldn't create a real clone, only a body that was incapable of thought or feelings. Then, Harry spoke. "Incindio Maxima!" The house exploded as Harry Apparated away.
Harry crouched in Antarctica. The magic permeating his being had carried over to this time as well, so he wasn't bothered by the cold. He cast a detection spell, then located what he'd come to the frozen tundra to find. Calculating the exact depth and the surrounding conditions, Harry crafted a new spell. It created a field around the object that not only allowed the user to manipulate the object, it also generated enough heat to melt through ice. Once the metal sphere cleared the surface of the ice, he allowed the spell to fade and pocketed his prize.
Then, he set about crafting a Glamour. It was a fairly simple spell, but a very important one. He couldn't go around Diagon Alley looking like a five year-old child. The illusion was set to about age 22. Once it was complete, he Apparated to the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron. He entered and greeted Tom. Then, Harry walked to the entryway and realized something. Without a wand, he couldn't create the gateway. He simply Apparated to the other side of the barrier. Then, he set off to Gringotts.
Once Harry arrived, he respectfully greeted the goblin in his native language and asked him to call the head goblin. Putting aside his surprise at receiving such respect from a wizard, the goblin called for the head goblin. The goblin agreed to meet him and Harry entered his office.
"I would like to have access to my family's ancestral vault, as well as my personal vault. My name is Harry James Potter." Harry said.
"Ah," the goblin checked his records. "According to the ledgers, you are only five years old." He squinted at Harry, as if to pierce the glamour with no more than vision.
Humoring the goblin, Harry pulled away his glamour. "Yes, I am very young. However, it makes things… difficult when everyone treats me as a child. My deepest apologies for deceiving you." Harry bowed and the goblin, surprised, gestured for him to stand.
"No matter, no matter." he said magnanimously. "Unfortunately, to gain access to your family vaults, you would need to be of age and possess proof of your claim." He looked at Harry. "Do you possess any evidence?"
Reaching into his pocket, Harry reached into his future self and retrieved the Potter family signet ring, which he had found amid the wreckage of his old house. It was a fairly simple process, it only required a vast amount of magic and a different way of thinking. He already possessed the objects, so he simply had to be able to remember when and where the object was. He also retrieved the key to the Griffindor Vault, although he would not be able to enter that vault yet.
Harry pulled out the ring. "Is this sufficient?" he asked.
"Quite. Unfortunately, I still cannot allow you to enter the vault until you turn 17." The goblin said.
He escorted Harry to the cart and ordered Griphook to take him to the vault. Once they got there, Harry realized that he had forgotten a bag and simply created an extradimensional space in one of his pockets, in a similar manner to how wizard tents were bigger on the inside than the outside. He shoveled galleons into the pocket.
Once he had enough gold, he rode back to the surface. He thanked the goblins, replaced his Glamour, and headed over to Olivander's. It was time that he reunite with an old friend.
When he walked in, Harry immediately felt the presence of his wand. He placed a strong Compulsion charm on it, one powerful enough to affect even Voldemort. Once the strange old man had finished measuring his arm, he immediately pulled out the phoenix wand. The man handed the box to Harry, who waved it once. A wave of sparks lit the shop, setting it ablaze.
"Oops." Muttered Harry, who waved it again and shouted. "Aguamenti!" The fire was instantly struck by the exact amount of water necessary to turn them both into steam. Harry pointed the wand at Olivander. "Obliviate Subtilis." He said calmly. The precise memory charm removed Olivander's memory of the little firestorm.
"Curious." He muttered. "Very curious."
Knowing what he was about to say, Harry caught the man's attention. "How much for this and a wand sheath?"
He passed over the galleons and left the shop, still not liking the place. Harry immediately ducked into a nearby alley. He threw up more than a dozen charms for invisibility and unnoticability. He also threw up containment spells, to hide magical emanations. He removed the metal sphere from his pocket. Placing it on the ground, it balanced perfectly, in a way that no sphere should be able to do. He pressed a finger to it and channeled his magical energy into it. It melted into a pool. He raised the wand, then lowered it tip first into the puddle of silver liquid. The wand sank all of the way in to the puddle, the pool shrinking the deeper the wand got.
Once the pool was merely a drop, the wand began to rise. It was coated with the magical metal, the wood of the wand becoming blue-tinged metal with silver around it. A rune glowed just above the handle of the wand. Harry waved the wand once and the spells surrounding him were gone. He sheathed the wand and walked out, having other shopping needs.
Okay, here's chapter 2. I'll keep posting them, but I'd like some reviews. It would give me incentive to work faster...