Chapter 2: Knowledge Is Power and Power Is Magic
~Harry' POV
I'm walking home now. It starts to rain but I can barely feel it. Who cares, after all its good to be alive, and I might have cool powers! I start to speed up my walk. I know that Dudley must have told Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia by now, so the faster I get home the faster I know for sure.
Seeing Ms. Figg's house tells me I'm close and soon enough I'm at my doorstep. I barely knock when a furious Uncle Vernon opens the door. His face has turned the ugly shade of puce that tells me I'm in trouble. I didn't know how much until he let me in, closed the door, and began to yell.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING? HOW DARE YOU PERFORM THIS FREAKISHNESS WHERE THE NEIGHBORS CAN SEE?" I start to back up so he cannot hit me as easily and I say "I couldn't help it I don't know happened; it was like magic."
"Like magic, LIKE MAGIC! DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT WORD IN MY HOME! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" As he started forward trying to strangle me, with his fat dark puce bovine face, I knew the truth. I could do magic! They always called my parents freaks so they must be magic too!
Then in a glorious revelation, I realized something. They were normal; they couldn't hurt someone with magic like me, if only I could use it. But how, how could I use my magic? With the fat meaty hands coming closer to my neck, I knew I had to act fast. I tried to feel nothing like I did when I fell and to concentrate. Then I feel something, it's beautiful and powerful, and if gold was a feeling this is how it would feel. It flows through me and I know I can control it. I command it to flow to my uncle, my aunt, and my cousin. I don't want to hurt them, just to stop them from hurting me. And that's what my magic did. I see my uncle's eyes glaze over and I know that in a way, I am dead to him. He shall never care about my presence and that's that.
It was the same with my aunt and cousin. They didn't know I existed. But, something else had changed. I see Aunt Petunia get up and make dinner for the family (something only I have done since I was five), and for once she doesn't give Dudley ridiculous portions. The Dursleys talk about their days at dinner and for once, they're smiling.
I know life will be better for everyone now, and that I can trust my magic. As I make a sandwich and sit in the fourth seat that none of the Dursleys seem to notice, I begin to plan my future. First, my long-term goals. My magic seems really hard to control and general. It worked like a club instead of a knife. I had to learn how to make the most of it, and I had to find others like me. For all I know other magic people may not be friendly so magic training is vital.
My short-term goals are to move out of this forsaken home. I don't want to be reminded of how unhappy I made the Dursleys every time I see their smiling, calm faces. Maybe with magic I can make a home! Tomorrow I'll go to the school library and find everything I can about magic. It'll be so much fun!
~Narrator's POV
And so, little Harry Potter went to bed with a mission in life. He would become a great "magic person" and he would leave his terrible past behind. Harry knew that he needed to learn much, because the eight year old understood that power is knowledge, and in his case power was magic.