To Teufel1987, sorry, I'll try not to do that in the future. Its my first time writing in this format, and I apologize. To Katconan, that's not true. I've had some extremely extremely bad teachers over the years who had tenures and could not be fired. Like no one who's done anything as extreme as Ms. Brady, but some pretty bad teachers overall. I'm from America though, and I have no clue how English teaching systems work. To Spring Rain, that chapter was just the intro. We'll get there next chapter.

Well, without further ado, Chapter 2

Chapter 2

As the ambulance siren's harsh wailing faded into the distance, Harry had finished thinking about the strange incident for the day. He resolved that he would think about it later, when he had a clearer head. Right after Ms. Brady had passed out, Allie, another one of the second grade students in their class, took charge. She was an incredibly bossy kid and did not like it when no one listened to her 'orders', which involved sending others to the principal's office to report what happened. Since most of the students hated Ms. Brady, they were content with letting her lay on the floor while they went outside to play. Allie finally went outside to tell the principal what happened herself, since no one was listening to her.

The principal, a short and stout man in his mid 50's, immediately ran back to the scene of the classroom to find two of the students drawing a mustache on Ms. Brady, something Harry thought was a just punishment. He quickly pulled them off of Ms. Brady, threatening expulsions and promising suspensions to both of them, and checked Ms. Brady's vital signs. Ms. Brady took that moment to wake up and thought that the principal was trying to rape her, not that anyone would want to with her body, so she threw the principal off of her and slowly got up off the ground. Long story short, both the principal and Ms. Brady had to go to the hospital, Ms. Brady for her 'seizure' in the middle of class and the principal due to his two missing and three chipped teeth. Harry noted in wry amusement that the students who had witnessed the fight would tell all of their friends, and soon the principal and Ms. Brady would lose all respect that they carried within the school. He felt bad for the principal, who had done nothing wrong, but he felt vengeance towards Ms. Brady, who would now probably be forced to retire after psychologists deemed her insane. Even if she were allowed to teach, Harry realized that there was no way that she would want to be exposed to him as she probably knew that he was the one who attacked her, even if she had no proof.

While the school district was frantically looking for a substitute teacher to fill in the role of Ms. Brady for the rest of the day, Ms. Brady's second grade class was unfortunately lumped with Mr. Thompson's. Mr. Thompson was actually a reasonable teacher, but it was unfortunate because that was Dudley's class, and Dudley was constantly giving him a look of "oh, you're going to get it soon," throughout the class. Harry shivered in anticipation of Dudley's Harry hunting, in which Dudley and his friends Piers, Darnell, Theodore, and Beatry all sought Harry throughout the school, and beat him up when they found him. Well, maybe the same thing would happen to Dudley and his friends as Ms. Brady. He would have to think about that incident later though, as he was still on an emotional high at the moment.

Since there were only twenty desks in the classroom, the twenty students from Mr. Brady's classroom had to sit down on the floor. Currently, it was silent reading, so Mr. Thompson was doing his best to keep Dudley and his goons from snickering and sharing pointed looks at Harry or Ms. Brady's class talking to each other about what happened to her and whether Harry was responsible or not. Most of the students thought that Harry was not responsible, and it was just a coincidence, as the officials said that it was just a seizure. However, a few thought Harry was responsible and praised him for "getting rid of that old hag".

Harry kept his nose down throughout the silent reading, and focused on his book. Even though silent reading was supposed to be for literature books, the teachers also allowed textbooks to be read, so Harry was reading his Algebra textbook. However, he was not allowed to work on paper during class, because it was only supposed to be a time for reading. Harry could easily immerse himself in the world of numbers, and math came very easily to him. Harry was excellent at Science, History, and English, but Math was his best subject. He was currently doing seventh grade math in second grade, although he did not know it yet. Science was not a core curriculum for second graders, so Harry usually studied sixth through eighth grade science. The good thing about lower level sciences was that they were not cumulative, meaning seventh grade science did not rely on sixth grade, and eighth grade science did not rely on seventh grade. Harry's memory was superb, as although he did not have an eidetic memory, he could easily memorize things after hearing them once. With a sigh of displeasure at the noise the rest of the class was making, Harry turned back to his math.

After five more minutes of complete chaos in the time period deigned "silent" reading, Mr. Thompson decided that he couldn't deal with the kids' talking. He sent the students outside for recess for the rest of the day. Dudley grinned and cracked his knuckles menacingly in Harry's direction, signifying an upcoming attack. With another sigh of displeasure, Harry followed the rest of the students outside, being one of the earlier ones out, running from the classroom. Harry knew it would not help; the school was far too small for one person to hide from five chasers, not to mention the fact that there was nowhere to hide in their school. However, all five bullies were extremely fat, and the more he tired them out, the less of a beating he would get. It was a lesson that he had learnt over the years of being beaten by Dudley's gang of thugs. He ran throughout his usual track: through the fourth-sixth grade wing, around the third grade classrooms, and into the grassy field area, when he saw something that was not previously there.

There was a small hole through the fence of the school grounds, and Harry ran towards it. As he heard the loud voices of the bullies saying "I think he went that way", he past through the surrounding dugout for the cricket field, hiding him from view and bringing him closer to the hole in the fence. He quickly found the opening, only to realize that he had terribly miscalculated, for the hole was too small for him. As the voices of the bullies got closer, he desperately pounded the fence to get through. And just when the bullies were turning the corner to find him behind the dugout, Harry felt an odd sensation. It was a small tingling feeling that slowly grew and grew until it fully encompassed him. Right when the bullies were about to find him, he could have sworn that he felt himself dispersing in the wind. He closed his eyes, expecting the tell-tale punch of the bullies, when ... nothing came. He slowly opened his eyes and found himself on the other side of the fence?

"Damn," one of the thugs said. "We lost him."

"Don't worry," Dudley said. "He has to be somewhere in the school. Let's find him." They quickly ran toward the other end of the school, hoping to find Harry. Harry was in a small grass field on the other side of the fence with the small hole. The area was completely fenced off, so Harry was fine being in there. He let off the breath he had been holding until he realized that he had no way to get back. The area was fenced off. He had no way of getting back.

Harry realized that the incident with Ms. Brady could not have been an isolated incident, for he had done the same thing with Dudley. Well, now he had no choice but to face his mysterious power, whatever it was. He had hoped to leave it to the next day, but unfortunately, he would have to use it to get back inside the school's grounds. Harry wondered how this power got activated. With Ms. Brady, it was through anger, with Dudley's gang, it was through fear. So could he only access this power at a time of strong emotion? Damn, that was disappointing. Especially since he was not feeling a strong emotion at the moment, so there was no way he could get back. Unless those two were isolated incidents and emotion was not necessary for his mystical powers. But he didn't have time to figure that out now. He needed to get back.

Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a regal majestic sounded voice saying "You dare invade my territory, human. Prepare to die."

Harry spun around to see a large snake coiled up ready to strike him. Harry shivered in fear as the snake carefully slithered over in his direction. His mind, however, was racing. 'Fear powers teleportation, which means that I can soon teleport out of here.' he thought. He closed his eyes and desperately wished to be away from the snake. Immediately, he felt the same tingling as he was transported to the other side of the fenced lot. 'But not out of it,' he thought grimly. 'Should have specified.'

"A magical. Interesting." the sound seemed to be coming from the snake. Harry realized in surprise that in his fear, he did not realize that the sound had come from a snake! Could this snake talk? Could all snakes talk? That day seemed to just get weirder and weirder for Harry.

"Please don't hurt me. It's not my fault that I invaded your territory," Harry cried out desperately.

"A speaker," the snake said in shock. "My lord, I apologize for my misbehaviors towards you. Please forgive me."

"Okay?" Harry said. "You're forgiven?" he said questioningly. "But only if you tell me what a magical is."

"The speaker doesn't know!" the snake exclaimed. "The speaker doesn't know he is a magical."

"Let me see if I get this straight," Harry said. "First, you attack me, then you think I'm a magical, and now you think I'm a speaker? What kind of snake are you?"

"I am an Indian coral snake," the snake said. "Perhaps I should be more specific. I am an Indian king coral snake."

"King coral snake?" Harry questioned.

"Well I was. I was king over the coral snakes until those blasted humans stole me and took me here. I recently escaped from some sort of zoo that those blasted humans put animals on display. Those freaks. By the way, do you know where we are?" the snake said.

"England," Harry said.

"What? England? Those freaks took me all the way to England! I swear I will kill every one of them." the snake said.

Another snake slithered into the opening of the fence while saying "Oh, who are you threatening to kill this time, George?"

"Reggie, it's a speaker," the snake, now named George, said.

"A speaker? Why are you wasting your time talking to crazy George?" Reggie said.

"Well, I don't know what a speaker or a magical is, and that thing tried to kill me," Harry said.

"George? Nah, he's harmless. He's a Scarlet King snake, which uses mimicry to try to imitate Coral snakes. Thing is that he's been acting like one so long that he actually thinks he is a Coral snake." Reggie explained. "And as for magicals and speakers and the lot, magicals are wizards and witches, they're people who can use magic, like you. Speakers, or parslemouths as humans call them, are humans that can talk to and force control over snakes.

"I am too a coral snake," George said.

"I'm sure you are. Now go back to your burrow and I'll give you a rat," Reggie said as if talking to a small child.

"Yay," George exclaimed. He slithered on back to his burrow.

"Yeah, George is pretty crazy sometimes," Reggie said, watching him leave.

"Wait, so how do you know what magicals are?" Harry asked.

"Oh, some snakes are magical and they live with wizards, but they don't hide from the rest of us normal snakes, so we know enough about the magical world from them. Though I haven't met a magical snake yet, I learnt enough from my parents about magical snakes and magicals.

"Interesting," Harry said. He glanced back towards the fence and realized that he still had no way of getting back. He needed some way to transport himself back, and while fear could work, he first needed to be scared. But how? No, fear could not work, for he would not be truly scared if he knew that there was a fool-proof way to get out of the situation he was in by his wind teleportation. Maybe fear could be replaced with concentration. Yes, that had to work, otherwise he would be screwed. It was worth a shot, at least.

Harry closed his eyes and focused his mind on the tingly feeling that came when he wind-teleported the first time. He sat down and meditated, focusing all of his mental energy on one goal: getting out of there. And slowly but surely, that tingly feeling came again. He felt himself dispersing in the wind and reappearing on the other side. He focused on getting right outside the dugouts, and sure enough, when he opened his eyes, he was there. Harry noted a small sense of loss after his teleportation; it was like a loss of mental energy, which he supposed that he could denote as magic. He rationalized that magic could be replenished, otherwise wizards and witches would be useless, so he did not worry too much about his loss of magic. Harry heard the loud sound of the school bell ringing, signifying the end of the day, so he ran back to the room, packed up his stuff, and was about to head home when he realized that he could try to use his magic for that. He decided to try doing wind-teleporting with his eyes open instead of with them closed like he did it the first three times. He concentrated on the cupboard under the stairs and the tingly feeling he had when teleporting, and his surroundings instantly changed. There was no transferal time, at least visibly, to Harry.

Harry had five more minutes until Dudley and Vernon would come home, so he decided to see if he could intentionally inflict pain like he did to Ms. Brady, without feeling angry. He found a small spider in the cupboard and trapped it inside a glass cup. He stared at it for a few seconds, wondering how he could force pain onto the spider. Since he wanted to isolate the pain from anger so that he could use pain whenever he wanted to, and not when he was angry, he realized that he could not force pain by being angry. So he decided try something else.

Harry closed his eyes. He had once read in a fiction book that every living thing had a soul and that you could detect your soul through meditation. Harry decided that a sole could be referring to a magical core, so he closed his eyes and meditated. The book detailed a process in which you controlled your senses. Theoretically, in a perfectly dark room, while closing your eyes, you would see your soul after focusing on the darkness for a while. Harry had previously dismissed this notion as foolishness, but now he was not so sure. So he closed his eyes and concentrated completely on the darkness. Harry lost all sense of time and space, and was just focused on pure darkness. He put all of his mental concentration on pure darkness. And Harry could not tell when or how, but after a period of time, slowly light began to grow. It was pure white and it grew and grew until it suddenly stopped so that Harry was situated in an area three quarters white and one quarter black. Harry saw as the white and the black seemed to be fighting for control of one another, with the white winning. Seeing as white was supposed to be good, Harry reasoned that he should help the white, and he focused on the white light in his mind. He realized that focusing on the white light gave him intense mental pain, but he kept going anyways. Each side pushed and wrestled for dominance in a seemingly never-ending war as Harry focused purely on the white. And slowly but surely in a process similar to phagocytosis in cells, the light engulfed the darkness, holding it in its domain. After an incredibly painful event, Harry could see a dark bubble in his entire white conscience.

A second later in real time, Harry opened his eyes, his head in intense pain. It seemed that while his soul accepted the change in whatever that space was, his mind still hurt a lot. It was about ten times worse than his worst beating from Vernon, but Harry realized that it was a good sort of pain. It was almost like a cleansing pain; it was so painful that it was almost joyous to Harry knowing that he would never experience this kind of pain again.

About five minutes later, Harry's pain abated as Dudley crashed through the front door, apparently angry at something. "Where are you, you little freak. You thought you could get away from me?" Dudley yelled.

"Boy, as much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, that freak won't be here right now. He takes the pussy way back home because he's too scared of you." Vernon said.

"Actually," Harry said as he walked out of the cupboard. "I'm right here."

"You stupid filthy," Dudley began as Harry stared at him coldly. He quickly withered under Harry's gaze, like a dog with his tail between his legs, as he walked behind Vernon. Harry had decided that he had enough of this crap, and hopefully a beating would provide enough anger for a magical response. However, Dudley's reaction made him reconsider. He was not feeling an emotion when he said that to Dudley, no he was feeling intent. He slowly realized that emotion fuels intent, but if you could go straight to intent, you would not need emotion. Deciding to test out that theory, he stared at Vernon straight in the eye and focused all his intent on making him feel pain. And slowly but surely, Vernon emitted a shriek of pain and passed out on the floor.

"Y-your eyes," Dudley said. "They're red," he stuttered.

Harry paused. Well, his merging with the black magic probably caused a shift in his magic. He ran up the stairs into the bathroom and looked in the mirror to see that a small red circle was submerged in a sea of green in both of his irises. 'Well, that was probably a physical manifestation of my changed soul,' he noted. As Vernon stirred again, Harry decided that now would be the time to take a stand, so he slowly walked back down the stairs.

"Freak, we don't allow you upstairs. Get down, now." Vernon yelled.

"Do you not remember what just happened or are you just that stupid," Harry said the way he had seen on T.V. once.

"That was you? I'll stomp this freakishness out of you." Vernon yelled as he ran toward Harry. Harry focused on the tingly feeling he got while teleporting and teleported away from Vernon's meaty hands.

"Better try again," Harry taunted.

Vernon growled as he ran towards where Harry was in the house as Harry teleported up the stairs. "This is pretty boring you know," Harry said. "Why don't I show you what else I can do." He stared at Vernon like he had previously done, wanting him to feel pain but not enough to make him pass out. Staring in satisfaction at Vernon's writhing body, Harry slowly walked down the stairs. "There, now that's better isn't it. Now is ickle Vernon going to behave?" Harry taunted once again.

"Yes," Vernon grunted in pain.

"Aww, that's a good boy," Harry said. "Dudley, I trust that you won't do anything stupid,"

"O-okay," Dudley stuttered out.

"Good. Fetch your mother from the neighbor's house, and why don't we have a little family chat." Harry said. Seeing Dudley not moving, he reiterated "Now".

With a shaking step, Dudley ran out of the house as fast as his fat body could take him. Harry glared at Vernon again.

"You're evil," Vernon said. "Pure evil."

"Yes, well we all must reap what we sow, isn't that right Vernon. If you had done a good job in raising me and not beaten me, perhaps I would be nicer to you. After all, what seven year old boy has to do every chore in the house. Then again, what seven year old boy tortures others." Harry said.

"N-no," Vernon stumbled. "This is all your fault," he said, his voice getting louder and louder. "I'll F**KING KILL YOU," he roared the last part.

"Aww, are you going to attack me little Verny. With what? Huh? Your fists? Don't make me laugh, little Verny. Did you hear what happened to Ms. Brady?" Harry said.

"Th-th-th-that was y-you," Vernon said.

"Yes, that was me, little Verny. So if I were you, I wouldn't push me." Harry said.

Vernon gulped in fear as the front door banged open and Petunia dragged Dudley inside saying "That brat is going to get what's coming to him."

"Oh am I, Petty Petunia?" Harry said. He focused on Petunia and made her feel pain. "Will that help you be a nice person?"

"YOU BRAT" Petunia roared.

"Now now, Petty Petunia," Harry said as if talking to a child. "You are a bad girl, and what happens to bad girls? Oh yeah, they get punished. Now sit down and shut up or you will get what's coming to you."

A bystander walking in on this scene would be very confused, for it was absurd to see a small seven year old forcing the two big Dursley parents and their huge son to sit down while he proceeded to rant to them about the unfairness of his life and how much trouble they were in. But Harry relished in the fact that for once, he had power over the Dursleys, and he had to constantly pinch himself to keep from thinking it was all a dream. 'Was it really just this morning when Petunia forced me to cook for them' Harry constantly thought. He proceeded to berate the Dursleys, all of whom were staring at him with wide eyes. Harry finally focused pain on all three Dursleys at once to see if he could do it, and it worked as all three passed out soon. Harry packed up all of his stuff from the cupboard under the stairs and took it to the guest bedroom to unpack. He decided not to go to the second bedroom because the guest bedroom was bigger. Once he was finished, the other Dursleys were coming to their senses.

"Okay, Dursleys, here's how this is going to work. You will give me a weekly allowance of 100 pounds and in return I will not use my magic on you. Deal." Harry said.

Petunia reluctantly agreed seeing as she had no choice, and Harry went back to the guest bedroom to relax and see what else he could do with his magic, with his life suddenly taking a turn for the better.

AN: Yeah, I'm sorry about the absorbing the horcrux thing is so cliche, but I didn't want Harry to have it for the rest of his life. He didn't get any of the memories that Voldemort had though, so that's good I guess.