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It's been a year since my return. And I am very close to murdering my 'loving' uncle. I realized quickly that I had landed myself in the year 1988. I had three years before I could go to Hogwarts. My theory is that when I designed the ritual, it was to send two people back in time twelve years. It built up the energy to jump two people, but when I sent myself back, by myself, there was only one person, but as there was nowhere for the energy to go, it jumped me back twice. 24 years into the past.

I should have calculated that in. I cant afford to overlook things like that.

I suppose being 8 years old would not have been that bad, except for the fact that an imprint of Teddy's soul had followed me back to the past. Every morning, I could see him sitting on the opposite side of the cupboard, never talking, never moving. I went about my life, and he followed me. After a while, I began talking to him.

And he talked back.

He told me he doesn't remember dying. He has no memory of that Halloween. It doesn't matter. I don't want to talk to him about my failures anyway. He was twelve, as far as i'm concerned he is just someone to talk too. He is actually what influenced a lot of my decisions this past year. Like when I decided I wasn't going to take any shit from the dursleys this time around. I had magic, and I had access too it.

In the future, around 2005-2006 Hermione and I had delved into stronger magics, trying to find ways to destroy inferi. We breached into wandless magic. Magic is everywhere around us. We have magic inside of us, but there is only so much magic we can use before we tire. But we theorized that if we could access the magic that flows around us, we could use wandless magics.

It turns out that we can. Anyone can access the magic, but the strength of your core determined how much you could access and still control. A person whose core was the strength was, say, a five year old, had enough strength to manipulate the magic around them unconsciously. This was the cause of so called accidental magic. It was the unconscious absorption of the magic around you and focused mainly on your desire that instant. The magic was pushed through your core, and there were no hand gestures or wand movements needed. An example was Neville, his uncle dropped him out his window. He absorbed the magic within himself, and it caused him to bounce when he hit the ground. It was powerful, even in a child.

Then there is the strength of a third year student. When students in Hogwarts learn magic, the more they use it, they become more sensitive to it. There isn't as many instances of accidental magic as the body gets used too focusing the magic inside your body through a wand, rather than gathering the magic around you and pushing it through your core. Hermione stated I must have been extremely sensitive to the magic around me, as she thinks that the reason my patronus is so powerful is that I have been unconsciously absorbing the magic around me, amplifying the power of my spell.

Then there is what an adult with limited knowledge could do. Voldemort was able to fly without a broom. It seems like such advanced or complicated magic, but in reality we theorized that Voldemort was simply using the magic around him to lift and propel himself where he needed to go.

Unfortunately, the attacks by the inferi stopped us from delving into it too deeply as it required a lot of time and energy to access the magic around you purposefully. However, now that I am in the past, I have all the time in the world. It took me six months of dedicated work, but I was able to access the magic around me, and to say the least, it was addicting. You see what most people don't realize, is that the dark arts aren't exactly dark. Oh yes, they are quite harmful, and most of them are deadly, but the reason for that is because when you use the dark arts you are accessing the magic around you.

Many of the so called dark arts spells are simply spells that are amplified by the magic around you. A simple cutting curse, diffindo, will cause a gash on your arm. If you put an extreme effort into it, you could cut halfway through someones body. A Sectumsempra is simply a diffindo with the magic being taken from around you, at its weakest it causes lacerations that cannot be healed with core powered healing spells, they must be healed using what I call, Natures Magic (1). Natures magic is what I call the magic around us. It does, after all, come from nature. A banishment charm could shove you, at worst it could feel like being punched in the gut. A banishment charm powered by nature magic however, could put you through a wall. Even the unforgivables are simply spells that use natures magic. The Imperio is from a compulsion charm, a Cruciatus is from the tickling hex, and the Killing Curse comes from the sleep spell.

However, overexposure to natures magic without being able to control yourself causes your core to become dependent on it. Your core begins to lose the ability to produce magic by itself. It becomes weaker. That is what is called dark arts sickness. The power of nature magic comes at a great cost for those who are too weak.

Luckily I was able to control it, harness it, and I was able to use it against the people I was forced to live with, my so called relatives.

FLASHBACK

I woke the morning of September first, it had been a little over nine months since I had returned and my magic was strong. Teddy looked up as I got up and I knew what he would say before he said it; he'd been trying for almost two weeks now.

"Harry, I don't understand why you put up with them, you deserve at the very least, SOME respect. It doesn't matter that they are your relatives, they are bastards, just kill them!"

Teddy had grown to hate my relatives. I could see his point but I also didn't want to go to an orphanage.

"Teddy, I will stand up for myself today, that for sure, but I wont kill them."

Teddy's face grew enraged. " BUT-"

"I SAID NO TEDDY! I will not say it again!" my voice grew deeper and more feral as I half shouted, half hissed at the ghost of my adopted son. My magic pulsed within me causing my eyes to grow a bright green and magic began to pour out, giving the illusion that my eyes burned with green fire.

"I will make them suffer, they will learn their place, but make no mistake Teddy, what I do is not up too you!"

He shrunk back and bowed his head, aware he had crossed a line in trying to demand their deaths. I turned to the door to my cupboard and pressed my hand to it. The wood melted away and the scent of burning wood filled the house. Vernon and Petunia ran downstairs to see me looking into the living room, my eyes closed as I relished in the feel of natures magic flowing through me. Vernon let out a yell.

"YOU FREAK! YOU DARE BURN MY HOME?!"

My loving uncle charged at my young form, intent on giving me a beating until he felt I learned a lesson. My eyes snapped open and I turned to look at him out of the corner of my eye. I outstretched my arm and sent out a strand of magic, freezing him in place and lifting him off the ground slightly. His eyes bulged as I looked at him, in his eyes seeing the very devil himself. I did not realize it until later, but my hair had grown longer so that it frames my face while the nature magic caused my eyes to burn brighter. I smirked at him and began to taunt him and his wife.

" How dare I uncle? How pathetic. The rules have changed Uncle. I think ill be taking the master bedroom from now on, with a weekly allowance. You wont talk to me. You wont look at me. You wont bother me. Follow these rules, and we wont have any issues. Failure to abide by my rules will result in...grievous bodily harm. Do I make myself clear?"

I was amused. My uncles face was purple with rage, my aunt was pale. They both knew I was serious, I held the cards, and they were in some serious trouble. Suddenly my aunts eyes flickered to the right of me before they widened and she screamed.

"NO!"

BAM!

Dudley's fist hit the right side of my face, and I reacted instantly. My body rolled to the left, and as I rose, my arm swung out and Dudley flew head first into the fireplace. It happened so fast.

CRACK!

"NO! MY BABY!"

Petunia began to scream and cry and she collapsed. She slumped to the ground in her grief and sobbed.

I looked up, a wild look in my eyes as Dudley's limp body slid to the ground. I began shaking my head as I looked at the cooling corpse in front of me. Then I grew furious. I turned around and looked my aunt in her face.

"LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO! He didn't have to die! DAMMIT!" I stretched my arm towards her and she was dragged across the floor and in front of me. I gathered my magic and I shoved it directly at her mind, my only intentions were too erase what she saw. She was losing her mind, having a breakdown at watching her son die in front of her. I felt like she was overreacting. My mother was murdered in front of me, you don't see me going nuts.

When I finished with Petunia I dropped her from the ground, and my uncle, staring in shock at my cousins body was brought in front of me.

"Look at me Vernon. Look at me."

He didn't respond.

"Vernonnnnn. Look at meeeeee." I sang out too him.

Still nothing. A dead stare in his eyes.

I backhanded him.

"VERNON. I wont say it again!"

His eyes focused on me and his face twisted, he opened his mouth to shout at me when I cut him off.

"He fell out of a tree Vernon. He fell and snapped his neck. We have a couple of trees in the backyard. All we have to do is have a neighbor see. It wont be a problem. I know you hate me, I don't care. Do as I say Vernon, and you will live. If you try to tell your sister about me, I will kill you. If you try to tell Petunia, I will kill you. If you try to tell the police, I will kill you. Do not test me."

We got Mrs. Figg to see him fall. Her scream alerted the neighbors. Two weeks later was his funeral, and Vernon, I could see, he wanted to kill me, but I didn't seemed a lot more smug than usual. I wondered what that was about, but again, i didnt care. I got the bedroom, I got my allowance, and Dudley was dead. Call me heartless, but things were looking up for me.

FLASHBACK END

The problem is, I could sense Vernon's intentions. He was planning on killing me, I could tell, and unfortunately I wasn't ready to die yet. He made my decision easy. A few weeks ago I discovered that using Natures Magic allowed me to access powers that I could not using my own core. I could temporarily change my looks by using metamorphagus powers that I had deep within my DNA. My theory is that using Nature Magic amplifies your own magical abilities. I don't really care. All I know is, training my skills have allowed me to look like an older blond man, who slightly resembled Harry Potter, if he was in his thirties and blond. Which meant I no longer needed the Dursley home. I had two years before my first year at Hogwarts and I am going to spend It doing something useful, like finding those Inferi and getting stronger.

I walked away with Teddy's ghost floating alongside me as Number Four Privet Drive burned to the ground. I smirked as I heard the screams of agony coming from the burning home, imagining his relatives struggling to escape their room that he magically sealed shut.

I called the Knight Bus a couple blocks down, and soon I was on my way to the Leaky Cauldron.

HOGWARTS

Albus Dumbledore was a man. An incredibly powerful man, leader of the light, held several powerful positions in the government, but he was still just a man. Many people liked to believe that he was all knowing, that he was a manipulator, that he purposefully withheld information.

This was true, to a point.

All the portraits In the castle reported to him. This was a fact. He had access to several books on 'lost' magics. This was a fact. He routinely scanned the minds of those around him. This was a fact. He purposefully misled people when giving them information when talking to them if he didn't want them to know something. This was a fact.

But Albus was not all knowing, his information network had many holes and leaks. He wasn't a manipulator, not unless it suited him. He didn't hold back important information, rather, he felt that unless you NEEDED to know, it was none of your concern.

He was considerate like that.

But many people didn't realize that Albus Dumbledore had a major form of OCD. Obsessive compulsive disorder. Unfortunately he had been living with it so long, that no one but his brother knew that he was obsessed with information. Albus had to know everything there was to know about anything that was going on. He HAD to know. If he didn't know what was going on, he would get antsy, anxious and irritable. This drove him to do certain things to know as much as possible. He routinely placed monitoring spells on the students. He had a specially designed potion that allowed him to passively read the minds of those around him. He was an information junkie. Unfortunately, like many people with mental disorders that were allowed to indulge themselves, Albus took it too far.

He didn't stop at just knowing everything around him. He stopped his history teacher, Professor Binns, from teaching anything new. He stopped adding new discoveries into his schools library. He spiked each students drink with a liquid confundous potion to stop them from making new magical inventions. Albus hated new ideas, because it was something he couldn't control. What many people did not know, because the headmaster did not let them know, was that being fed liquid confundous more than 3 months at a time caused permanent brain damage. People were unable to focus, and they became more gullible.

Albus Dumbledore single-handedly held the Magical World of Britain in the early 1800's as far as civilization advancements were concerned. They had already begun to fall behind but Dumbledore froze them where they were. This allowed him to control all the knowledge that anyone in Britain knew.

Everything every wizard or Witch in Britain knew past the year 1900 was influenced by Albus Dumbledore. Even Tom Riddle's Horcruxes.

Tom believed himself to be more powerful, more intelligent than Dumbledore. The truth was, Dumbledore knew of his 7 Horcruxes, and knew he hadn't died. He even knew of his Inferi army. He simple was too busy learning more information to bother dealing with a boy having a tantrum. For that's all he was compared to Dumbledore.

Suddenly, one of Dumbledores instruments went off. His brow furrowed as he stood and turned it off. He then called Fawkes to him and was flashed away to the Dursley home. He came to the burning wreckage and immediately disillusioned himself. He waved his wand gathering the information that he could, and minutes later he flashed away.

He arrived back in his office, and began pacing.

He mumbled to himself, thinking out loud.

" The boy used a lot of magic recently, but there were only two adult bodies in the home. Could he have gotten tired of the abuse? Where would he go?"

Yes, Albus Dumbledore was aware of the abuse. The Headmaster of Hogwarts was aware of the abuse of any child enrolled to go to Hogwarts, even the muggleborn students. In the past, Headmasters invoked the only child protection law, gaining custody of the children and allowing them to live in their 'house' until they graduated. Unfortunately for the children that were abused, Dumbledore couldn't be bothered to save them. Oh he would look the part, he could pretend to sympathize with them but Dumbledore rarely meant it. He just couldn't care about it past knowing that it was happening.

"I will have to track him down. The little brat is ruining my plans. How is the wizarding world ever going to become the Utopia I dreamed of if he doesn't die for them?!" Albus lost his temper and blasted a hole in the wall. The paintings of the previous Headmasters and Headmistresses yelled in protest and he reigned in his temper. Then he got an idea. He walked over to the fireplace and yelled out his destination.

"Mad-Eyes Hideout!"

Maybe finding the boy would be easier than he thought.

1. yes this is Nature Magic(Chakra) without being a major cheat because anyone can learn it, I think it makes sense, let me know how you feel.

Heya. Please don't expect regular updates, but this story just keeps popping out at me. So I wrote this out really quick. Let me know what you think. I hope Harry seems as insane as I wanted him to be, because he is off his rocker. If something doesn't make sense, please point it out, either I didn't think it through or I have a plan for it. Thanks, please R&R!