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Chapter II: The Day It All Changed

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Harry Potter sat up from his humble abode, the cupboard, and turned on the lights. Regardless of the size of the cupboard, it is filled with the necessities, a shelf for his clothes, a mirror, a source of light, and a small hole for spiders to go through (as his relatives hoped that a spider would sneak in and poison Harry).

He took his glasses by the shelf, wore it, and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was quite scholarly in appearance. He never bothered to change it. He knew that his 'relatives' – argh, how distasteful that word – would raise all sorts of hell for a simple hairstyle (Aizen pre-betrayal hairstyle). Looking at his forehead, he spied the lightning-shaped scar on it.

Such detest, he feels from his scar. This serves as the reminder of the night his parents died. But, he relented. There's no use in detesting something that is of the past.

"Very good, Harry," a voice inside his head spoke, "the past is the past. There's no changing what has already occurred. There is no need to feel anything for the past."

"Yes, Master Revan." Harry replied. "You drilled that logic in my mind. Abandon your fear. Look forward. Move forward and never stop. You'll age if you pull back. You'll die if you hesitate."

"I taught you well."

He smirked as he left the cupboard to cook his relative's meal. Soon, dearest uncle, aunt, and cousin, you will face the consequences of your actions. Soon, you will face the wrath of the Jedi Warlock. After all, my temporary submission to your rule is part of my plan.

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Harry watched in disgust as both uncle and cousin wolfed food down their throats in an unbelievable pace. None, I repeat, none would ever match their consumption speed. Then, he gazed down at his own share of the meal. It was miniscule. And that is saying something.

One half of the meal went to Dudley. One-sixteenth went to Harry. And the remaining was split between the uncle and aunt. They also hoped that the hunger would get to Harry and he would die of starvation.

Harry gave a mental scoff. He remembered what Revan taught him once, during one training regime.

Harry once said, "Master, I'm tired! Can't I rest for even a minute?"

Revan sternly replied, "This may seem cruel to you, Harry, but the need to sleep is trivial, temporary, and material. So is the need of food and drink. So is the need to breathe. No enemy waits for you to take a coffee break or take a power nap. No enemy waits for you to return from the kitchen after getting a glass of water. All enemies will take all advantages they can get and if hunger, thirst, and fatigue are the opening, then they will go for it. The Force removes such weakness. The Force supplies you with the necessities without fear of anyone cutting it off, save for another Force-sensitive. Take note, Harry, of the Force. Try again."

He finished his meal and cleaned the whole group's plates.

Then, he was about to go to his cupboard when Petunia stopped him. "Hold it. You still have your chores to do."

Harry looked back at her with a raised brow.

"Don't look at me like that!" Then, as punishment, she gave him all of the housework.

Right now, he's mowing the lawn – for the second time this week – when he took note of the open window and heard the conversation between his aunt and uncle.

Petunia screeched, "The boy isn't even showing the signs of our lesson on him! It's as if someone else is helping him!"

Vernon replied, "Then we give him food once a day! Give him every work in this household, twice if we have to! We won't give him the satisfaction of eating and drinking! I want him to want to die when we are through with him! We will break him and stamp that damn freakiness out of him!"

Harry mentally laughed. Foolish uncle, the tighter your grip on me, the more your control over me will slip through your fingers.

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As Harry finished his whole list of chores for the day, he took a look at the night sky. Then, he looked down at his sweaty shirt. Despite what it looks like, Harry only considers it as a light work-out, not even worth being out of breath for.

Knowing that the Dursleys are asleep at this hour, he entered the house and took off his shirt. Then, he raised his hand before his shirt floated before him and on towards the sink. Next, the shirt twisted itself around, relieving itself of the sweat. And while the shirt was cleaning itself, Harry went to the table and spied a small piece of bread and a glass of water. Beneath it was a note.

Eat this, wash the plates, and go to sleep! You wake up at 4:30 tomorrow and prepare for Dudley's birthday.

Harry gave a scoff as he crumpled the paper and threw it away. Such foolishness, I find it distasteful. He quickly consumed the pathetic excuse of a meal, cleaned the plates, and summoned his newly-cleaned-and-dried shirt and put it over himself. And he entered his cupboard and turned on the light, smirking darkly at the small chess board made of simple wood from the surrounding woodwork. Harry's the black side and he's currently winning. He grabbed the queen and placed it at the edge of the board, trapping the king within its wall of pawns. What will you do now, uncle?

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Harry served breakfast again, as Dudley and his mother counted his birthday presents. As Harry sat down to eat his minimal share, he scoffed mentally at the farce of a birthday. Birthdays aren't about presents. It's about celebrating a person's age ascension to another year. For Dudley, Harry doubts if he would even care if he is still one year old, as long as he gets presents. Every year on his birthday, the number of presents would increase. Based on memory, Dudley received thirty-eight presents from various people. From Dudley's disappointed face, he received less than that.

Dudley said, "Thirty-six…that's two less than last year."

Vernon smiled nastily. "You forgot ours, Dudley. It's that one behind your Aunt Marge's."

He sulked nevertheless, "Thirty-seven then."

Petunia immediately calmed him down. "We'll go buy two more gifts when we go out. How's that, Diddykins?"

His face scrunched up in confusion, as if adding two to thirty-seven is difficult (which is, for him). "So, I'll have thirty…thirty…"

Petunia helped, "Thirty-nine, sweetums."

And he was content.

Vernon clapped his son on the back, as he sat down. "Little tyke knows his money's worth! Atta boy, Dudley!"

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After that amusing spectacle of watching Dudley and Pier Polkiss, the second dumbest kid at school, flail around after being trapped in the snake tank when Harry freed the snake in it a few hours ago, the Dursleys dropped Pier off at his house and went home.

Without even using his abilities, Harry could already sense that all three would want to give him hell for that stunt. Harry hid a smirk. We will see.

The three Dursleys are surprised, however, when, upon arriving at their house, they saw a police car parked out front with two officers in the front door.

As they stopped the car, Vernon snarled, "Stay right here, boy! If I even feel you trying to look outside, you'll get it!"

All three left the car and walked towards the two officers.

Vernon gave a forced yet nasty smile. "Yes? Can I help you two?"

The male officer said, "Greetings, Mr. Dursley. I am Officer Michael. This is Officer Jessie," he gestured to his female companion. "We came because we got a call from your neighbor that you were abusing someone." All three paled. "We came here a few hours earlier but no one was home, so we decided to ask around the neighborhood about you, since we rarely visited Privet Drive. What we heard is less than satisfactory. Firstly, some of the men in this neighborhood work for you, Mr. Dursley, and said that you have a short temper and are very violent when angered. Secondly, all women say that your wife, Mrs. Dursley, is quite nosy and blatantly disregards their personal space. And the children commented that your son, Dudley Dursley, bullies them daily and in excess amounts."

Taking a deep breath, Officer Michael continued, "We went to the school and asked the school president about your son. Your son and his gang disrespect the teachers and causes mayhem all around the school. We requested to view the camera footage of the school, to see what your child did. What we saw was completely appalling. What he does cannot be classified as bullying, Mr. Dursley. No bullying includes ganging up on a smaller child, pulling his arms behind his head, and punching him until he coughs blood and cannot get up. Also, your son's gang molests and sexually harasses the female students and forces them into silence. When we returned here, you still haven't returned so we took the time to go to the station, present what we found to the chief, and ask for a warrant. Upon reviewing all of them, he granted us the warrant. Therefore," his hand went to his pocket and he pulled out a warrant slip, "we request you to open your door so we can inspect it."

The Dursleys are very nervous. They hadn't expected the police to enter the neighborhood. Heck, they haven't even expected the neighbor to hear them.

Vernon said, "Why don't you come back later so we can fix up our house?"

"I'm afraid this is not negotiable. We have already seen and heard much of all of your actions. This cannot wait."

"O-Of course…I'll open it now." Vernon did so and while the two officers entered the house and inspected it, Petunia whispered to Vernon, "What happened, Vernon? How could the neighbors have heard of us?"

Then, he shook his head. "I don't know!" Then, his eyes widened. "The window was open! They must have heard what we said through that. I thought I saw someone pass through it!"

"What do we do now?"

Before he could reply, however, Officer Michael called out, "Mr. Dursley, could you and your family come in here?"

The three did so and paled even more when they saw the open cupboard with Officer Michael sternly looking at them beside it.

He raised a brow. "At first, the ground floor is completely normal. But when I got to the cupboard, I was surprised to find a bed, a pile of clothes, a mirror and a chessboard. It has everything that could be classified as a plain room. Now, tell me, whose room is this?"

"Ah…er…uh…" All three couldn't form coherent words.

"That's not all." Everyone looked up to see Officer Jessie come down the stairs. "There are four bedrooms up there. One is obviously the master's bedroom. The second is probably the guest room, going by its plainness in furniture. The third is the child's bedroom, filled with lots of things. The fourth is probably the unused room, filled with dust-filled books, toys, furniture, and bed."

Officer Michael frowned even more. "You have four bedrooms and you let someone sleep in the cupboard? So not only do you neglect your responsibilities for one child, you also abuse another? How many more crimes must you add to your list before you are satisfied? I will ask again, Mr. Dursley. Where is the child?"

Nervously, and feeling some sort of compulsion within him, Vernon slowly removed his car keys, unlocked the car and called out to Harry.

The door slowly opened and Harry stepped off of it, looking innocently confused and scared. As he approached the group, he asked, "What is it, Uncle Vernon? I thought you said I wasn't supposed to leave the car or I would be punished?"

The three Dursleys looked as white as paper with sweat going on their faces. The Officers frowned.

Officer Michael narrowed his eyes. "Son, I want you to be completely honest. Do these three hurt you in any way?"

Vernon glared at Harry, unhidden from everyone's eyes, forcing Harry to keep quiet.

Officer Jessie said, "Enough of your secrets, Mr. Dursley. Son, we promise you that we won't let him hurt you. Please, tell us."

Harry gulped and slowly nodded. "Y-Yes…they do…" Then, he began crying. "They give me little food. They hit me with many things when I do something wrong. They even force all the chores on me."

Vernon had enough and spat, "Quiet, freak! Stop telling lies!"

Harry feigned a flinch and backed away.

Officer Michael exclaimed, "That is enough, Mr. Dursley!" Turning to Harry, he said, "Son, lift up your shirt." Harry feigned hesitation. "It's alright, son."

He slowly lifted his shirt and both officers gasped.

His body showed various bruises, his ribs were shown, and he was quite malnourished.

Both officers narrowed their eyes and Officer Michael said, "That's it. Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley, and Dudley Dursley, you three are under arrest for child abuse, child neglect, violent and sexual assault." As both officers took out their handcuffs, Dudley panicked and ran towards the door.

Harry's eyes narrowed and made a slight gesture with his hand, causing Dudley to mistake a step and sprain his ankle. As the fat child cried out in pain, the two parents ran towards him, concern in their faces.

Both officers allowed them their momentary bout of bonding before they walked towards the three, cuffed their hands behind their back, and took them to their car (Dudley requiring both due to his overreacting about his ankle). Both officers entered the car (Officer Michael on the driver's seat and Officer Jessie on the other) and Officer Jessie beckoned Harry to sit on her lap.

They drove off to the city. They first dropped off Harry to the hospital to have a check-up before they went to the police station to detain the Dursleys.

When the two officers returned to the hospital and asked the doctor assigned to Harry about his condition, they were quite shocked.

The doctor said, "From what I saw, the boy should be lucky to be alive. He has several bruises on his chest and stomach. He is severely malnourished. And his ribs are cracked in several places that a little touch might break it."

Officer Michael clicked his tongue. "That's it. Even if those three go free, which I doubt, I will take the child to someone who will treat him nicely."

Back in the hospital lounge, Harry, who was reading a hospital magazine, gave a dark smirk in his head. And this is checkmate, uncle.

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An elderly man in strange yet expensive-looking robes stood from his chair and went to the door, after checking with various silver apparatus. As he left the door to go to a meeting, he never noticed one of the silver apparatus glowing for a bit before it subsided.

A hat in one of the higher shelves suddenly hummed in thought before it said, "It seems that Mr. Potter has changed houses. Let's see how it turns out."

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Harry sat comfortably on the couch in the home of Officer Michael. After a long debate with the chief and the adoption agency, they allowed him to take Harry in and give him all the TLC he needs. He picked up the TV remote and browsed through channels. Officer Michael was in his study, busy writing his report for the chief.

It has already been a month and a day since Dudley's birthday. Vernon and Petunia Dursley were sent to prison for various charges while Dudley Dursley, despite his protests about 'mercy for his sprained ankle,' was sent to military school. All three wouldn't be out of there for a long time.

As it turns out, Vernon solicited money from employees and bribed some of his coworkers to do his bidding and Dudley was in possession of some drugs that his gang picked up from movies.

Harry laid back and gave a smirk as he reminisced about a particular discussion he had with his uncle and aunt.

/* Flashback, a week after imprisonment -+

Uncle and aunt were pushed into a private room with a table in the center. They sat down and waited.

The door opened and Officer Michael entered it with Harry.

Both Dursleys glared at Harry with utter contempt and hate.

Officer Michael said to Harry, "Are you sure you want to do this? They may hurt you."

"It's alright, Officer. If they hurt me, you will save me. And if what they gave me killed me, it would add murder to their crimes." The Dursley paled and stopped their glaring.

Officer Michael nodded. "Alright, Harry. I'll leave you three alone. If you're done, just use the intercom."

Harry nodded and sat down opposite the Dursleys just as Officer Michael left. He raised his hand and both Dursleys felt a small surge of energy that covered them like a dome.

Harry smiled and rested his elbows on the table, joined his fingers together and rested his chin upon it. "How fares your new housing?"

Vernon snarled, "Quiet, freak. I don't know what you did back then but I knew that you had something to do with what happened with our lives!"

Harry gave an amused chuckle. "You immediately point fingers at whomever is in range whenever something bad happens to your life. It makes me wonder how pathetic trash like you managed to become director."

Vernon turned red and jumped over the table to throttle Harry. But Harry merely narrowed his eyes and Vernon stopped in mid-air. Then, he was pushed back to the chair. He smiled. "Why don't we, at least once, have a civil conversation?"

Petunia shrilled, "Civil! You call civil pushing your uncle forcefully to a chair!"

"I'm afraid that is only a fraction of the pain he's inflicted upon me alone, aunt. If I were you, I would sit down like good little children and talk calmly."

Vernon sneered as he sat back up. "Your little stunt won't escape the police now! They would have seen it and they would lock you up for being a freak!"

"Again, I'm afraid you're wrong, dearest uncle. I performed a little trick that allowed us to do whatever we want without anyone knowing about it. To them, you are shouting at me and I am flinching at every word you say."

Vernon's red covered his whole body at being cheated! "That's it! You will tell me everything you know!"

Harry smiled. "Ah, but of course. From the moment I was able to use my brain to its maximum level, I came across a little birdie that told me about magic. He taught me everything he knew and was like a father to me. Eventually, I gained the power to read minds. I took every scrap of knowledge you two have about magic. Now, I know of Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, etc." The two Dursleys looked pale now. "I received more training and I finally mastered the power to trick minds. That was when my plan came to fruition. With it, I can easily manipulate people into events that can work to my advantage."

Petunia looked faint while Vernon looked murderous. "Then you could've just use that trick thing to make us nice to you!"

"Now, now, that would be suspicious, wouldn't it? Imagine it. Vernon Dursley, a violent man to all but his wife and son, would suddenly show leniency to a scrawny child that isn't even a blood relative. Or Petunia Dursley, a woman too nosy for her own good and dotes on her husband and child, would suddenly dote on that same child, who's the child of her despised sister. Or Dudley Dursley, a bully known to violently assault boys and sexually harass girls, would suddenly make a kid half his size untouchable by his peers. Oh, yes," Harry said, sarcastically, "that would be easily spotted." Harry suddenly gave a dark smile. "Also, I want to make you three suffer. Do you think that retribution wouldn't be given to you, after all the pain you three have given unto others? It would be a boon if the family everyone hates would be gone from their lives. So, I orchestrated a series of events. I had Mrs. Figg break her leg, undesirable as it is, I had Yvonne go on a vacation, and I inputted in your minds to go to the zoo. While we were there, I would have the neighbor who passed by the window call the police to tell them about what you said about me. Knowing that Dudley would bitch and whine about going through all the zoo houses, the officers would have had to ask around for information about you while you took your sweet time at the zoo. When we returned, I just let the ball roll. And it stopped at the point where I wanted it. You two were arrested and Dudley was sent to military school. It played easily on your fears. You two feared for your child's safety and dependence on you. Individually, Uncle fears the loss of his power over people. Auntie fears the loss of her sanitary items and the unclean and downright filthy. And our dear Diddykins, dear, dear, he fears the loss of his power and riches. Look at the outcome! Vernon Dursley lost his job and was sent to prison. Petunia Dursley now lives in a prison cell, one of the dirtiest places in the world. And dearest Big D is sent to military school, where he would be continuously conditioned to use his practically non-existent brain and be more mature for his age."

Vernon had it. In a fit of rage, he forgot Harry's powers and jumped over the table again to punch.

Harry released a sigh and raised his hand and grasped the fist and held Vernon high, to the Dursleys' shock. He said, "So uncivilized." With immense strength, he pushed his uncle back onto his chair again and suddenly both Dursleys felt immobilized. Harry rubbed his temples. "Ah, well, I merely came here to see if you were fairing well. This is goodbye." He waved his hand, dispelled the barrier, and called in the intercom. "I'm done."

The door opened and Officer Michael entered, flanked by two large police officers. As the two officers took the Dursleys back into their cells, the Dursleys spied Harry as they were being dragged off. Harry removed his glasses and stored it in his pocket. Now, without the hindrance of glasses, they saw the deadliness and menace in Harry's eyes. Then, he slicked his hair back, allowing a single strand to fall to his face. Suddenly, both heard Harry's voice in their heads.

No one starts at the top seat of power and brilliance. Not you, not me, not anyone. Everyone starts at the bottom. You, however, jumped through the stages, giving birth to your idiocy. You put roadblocks on my path and yet I managed to defeat you. From now on, Dursley, I will be at the top.

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Suddenly, the mail slot clinked and Harry went over to get it. It had Officer Michael's letter from the station, the weekly bill, and…a letter for Harry.

Harry frowned. There was no stamp and the letter was sealed by red wax, which held the letter 'H'. And above the wax was a postmark of a shield emblem containing a lion, a serpent, a badger, and an eagle circling another 'H' with a banner above – with the inscription of 'HOGWARTS' – and below it – with the inscription of 'DRACO DORMIENS NUNQUAM TITILLIANDUS.'

At the back was the writing:

Mr. H. Potter
Second Bedroom
23 Solitaria Avenue
Little Whinging
Surrey

Harry raised a brow, amusingly. So it has arrived. Just from looking at this, I can already tell that this is written by magic, not by people. That must mean that none knew of my change of address. That's good. I prefer to keep major changes hidden.

He smiled widely. The chessboard is ready. The pieces are set. Let the games begin.

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And that ends the second chapter.

Quite frankly, I don't need the Dursleys on this fic so I got rid of them early. Dumbledore will discover Harry's change of address some time in the future. But for now, he is ignorant of it.

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