With a house to himself and the whole day to spare, Harry decided to make the most of it. These kinds of days, when he had the house all to himself, were rare, if not a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Harry. He could do anything! Go anywhere! And he knew exactly where to start. As Harry made his way to the most sacred place in the house, the fridge, he thought to himself of the many different ways that he could occupy himself...
The first, and rather immediate thought was to explore the house. Even though Harry grew up in this house, he rarely went anywhere except the kitchen and his own cupboard. To be completely honest, Harry had only one room that he wanted to "explore". Dudley's. A room filled with presents and many different ways to entertain oneself.
This room completely contrasted his own cupboard; it was massive and really open; and no spiders to be seen. The floor of this room was housing all the presents that Dudley got for his birthday. Among these many different presents given to his fat cousin was something that caught Harry's eye: a small airsoft pistol, as it said on the box a "1911", to which Harry simply wondered at why somebody decided to get Dudley such an old pistol. Deciding that it was useless to Dudley, Harry took the pistol and the ammo before running down the stairs and hiding it under his pillow. Such a cool, albeit old thing simply couldn't go to waste!
Harry continued his hunt for intriguing things in his cousin's room. No other presents caught his eye as cool or interesting, so he moved on to looking over the room. To his surprise, the room was rather clean, supposedly due to aunt Petunia cleaning the whole place before Dudley's birthday. The only thing that he found was a bunch of tissues under Dudley's bed; maybe he was sick or something. Next to the pile of tissues he found a stack of magazines; magazines that read "Genesis," and "Playboy" on the covers, and boasted many interviews with stars from many different shows. But in all his knowledge, Harry truly did not understand the meaning of the word "pornographic", which made him slightly disappointed. As Harry flipped throughout the magazine, he thought to himself- "wow, thaws girls must be really poor… They can't even afford clothes…"
The whole magazine was filled with half naked ladies; and if it was all that this magazine had, then it was pretty damn boring. He flipped through some pages, finding some really boring interviews with some of the ladies. After a couple more minutes of trying to read the interviews he gave up and attempted to search for something more entertaining in the magazine.
After a couple minutes of flipping pages, he stopped on one that seemed interesting. This page had a picture of a lady with a collar on her, which prompted a surprise from Harry. A collar on somebody? Isn't that what pets wear? It intrigued him to no end. The page read - "would you like somebody to see you as more of a dominant? If you are lucky, they might even be your slave~ Say these words while concentrating on owning someone-"Vires; Perpetua Servitus""
Thats ridiculous, Harry thought. No way can that ever be real. Magic does not exist. He was taught that from a very young age. So he did exactly what the magazine suggested he do, simply to prove it wrong.
-"Vires; Perpetua Servitus"
As soon as he uttered these words, he blacked out.
-Truly, a piece of dark magic. A piece that was supposed to only be accessed by muggles in order to get a slight advantage in their sex life due to having almost no magical potential. However, now that this boy had found it, a future wizard with a large magic reserve, the ritual was able to act fully. This is potentially rather dangerous.
-Will he die due to such a high powered spell having no target?
-No, I do not think so. However, if he does want to live, he will need to seek professional help immediately. Many magical races would do wonders in helping him.
-Goblins?
, I do not wish for the child to simply perish not knowing what caused his demise. I will give him a magical mark that should constantly nag at him to visit the goblins.
A single figure stepped out from the shadows and neared the limp body of Harry Potter. It kneeled before Harry, whispering something incomprehensible. It's arm, outstretched to touch the boy glowed bright scarlet for a moment before the figure stood up and disappeared into the day.