Harry Potter looked at the Potter library, searching desperately for something he hadn't read yet.

The seven year old was devastated. He fell down onto the grey carpet, almost hitting the connor of a desk. He huffed and crossed his arms.

"I'm so bored" he thought and huffed once again.

"If only you could start learning magic before Hogwarts" he wished.

An idea struck him, "why not" he thought mischievously. He put out his hand and aimed it towards the celling.

Pure magic hit the wall in the right corner of the celling, almost as if it was absorbed. Then something started coming out of it. It had a rectangular gold frame. There were animals on it, some he had never seen before; somekind of writting that was ever changing floated above the top and glowed silver.

It was covered in dust, and definitely had not seen sunlight in the last couple centries.

"Finally" a voice boomed and Harry's eyes widened. It was a man, with long black hair, and a beard. He was large, not like he was fat but you could tell there was some serious muscle there. The most starling thing about him was his eyes, they were brown with a gold tint. This was one guy you didn't want to get in a fight with.

The portrait looked down. "You child, did you do this" he questioned.

Harry looked fearfully at the portrait. Portriats are suppost to be harmless but his instincts screemed at Harry not to get this man upset.

He gulped and said "Yes sir".

The man looked at Harry with curious eyes, almost as if measuring him.

"How old are you boy, what is your name?" even though it was arranged like a question, Harry knew bad things would happen if he didn't answer.

"Harry James Potter, sir. I'm seven years old" he answered.

"Why are you not with your family?" he asked.

Harry's face fell. "Family" he thought and scoffed in his head. "Family members don't ignore one another. Parents don't forget to feed their child. Siblings don't lock each other away so they can have all the attention." he started getting angry.

"Families protect one another. They care about one another. They lobe each other. They..."

Urananic looked at the child.

"How could he destroy his enchantment?" he wondered.

Not that he wasn't greatful, he rembered the day it happend.

Urananic looked at the demon.

"Mordred? Why do thy come?" He asked.

The demon stared at him, some say his eyes could sprew hellfire, but Urananic knew it was not so.

It spoke, its voice dark and cold and if it wished, it could actually be painful to hear. " Thy must be gone"

"Why? I have no quarrel with you" he asked. He couldn't. when he asked Magic to let him live 300 more years as a teacher, he had to make a vow. He could not fight with any of his student, against or with.

Demons, monsters, and other creatures surrounded him. There had to be thousands. He knew he would not win this battle.

"What will happend to me" he wondered, but that one moment he was out of focus, he was defeated. He was imprisoned in a portrait. Then his portrait was hidden using the spell he made, which was to impossible to break.

Until a seven year old got bored.