Chapter 2

(Flashback)

As Dudley's screams and cries filled the night air a cold, malicious smile lit up memory Harry's face. He broke out into a haunting glee filled laughter that brought a shudder to Harry's spine.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped and memory Harry turned around and faced real Harry.

"Hello~, Harry." The seven-year-old said as he got up from his chair, but as he walked towards him, his appearance changed and he soon stood nose to nose with Harry, except he was more healthy-looking, confident and had the worst shit-eating grin on his face, he was sure that would make the Dark Lord flinch and piss himself.

Memory Harry snapped his fingers and the Dursley house disappeared from view and they were surrounded by darkness and he conjured up two chairs and a table between them.

They both took a seat and M. Harry said, "We need to talk."

(Present)

M. Harry- The Harry that's trapped in the book and contains all his memories that were erased.

R. Harry- Real Harry

"What do you need to talk to me about?" R. Harry asked.

"About your missing memories."

"But-"

M. Harry raised a hand to stop him.

He looked R. Harry in the eye and said one question. "Do you remember what happened on the date of August 4, 1987?"

"Huh?"

M. Harry rolled his eyes. "Thought so, that pathetic meddling, disgusting old man."

"Wait, wait! Back up a minute! What do you mean by disgusting?"

A dark frown made its way towards M. Harry's face. "Are you sure you want that answer?"

R. Harry wanted to say no, but his head kept bringing up so many blanks and what he could remember were fuzzy at best. He looked at counterpart and said, "I'll probably kick my own ass for this later, but show me."

M. Harry shrugged his shoulders and reached his hand over the table and R. Harry realized what he was trying to do and gripped his counterpart's hand and a gasp raced out of his mouth as a rush of memories flooded into his head and soon M. Harry let go of R. Harry's hand.

He shook his head of free of cobwebs and looked back at his counterpart and nodded at him, to which he nodded back. R. Harry leaned back in his chair and covered his eyes with his hand, trying to push back and organize the memories he just received from his counterpart.

M. Harry leaned back and watched him and gave him time to get his mind together.

After a few minutes, R. Harry looked up and had the same eyes as his counterpart.

"So, do you understand now?" M. Harry asked.

"Yes, I do. That and several people need to be taught a lesson." R. Harry replied.

M. Harry smiled and said, "Good, I've been trapped in this damn book for what feels like forever, how long as it been?"

"Well, I'm twelve now, depending on when you were dumped in here?"

"It's been five years already. So much time wasted, but that can be fixed."

"How exactly?"

"You merging with me. It will take about 12 hours." M. Harry said.

"What happens if I do merge with you?"

"You get to become whole again. I'm the rebellious part of you or should I say the more Slytherin part of you, that you tried to reject to fit in with the so-called loyal lions."

R. Harry nodded and looked ashamed as he thought back on it.

M. Harry waved his off and said, "It's not your fault and you were left ignorant and latched on the first person who showed you kindness and it was the half-giant who pointed you in Dumbledore's version of the light as he took you away from our pathetic shitty relatives, of which I'm sure you are dying to return the fun they made you have over the years."

R. Harry smiled and said, "Of course, I am but I can't use magic inside the house."

"Who says you can't?"

"The ministry, that's who."

"You saw the memory of the plant hurting Dudley, that was summoning magic which was wandless and that plant was a summoning, which you will know about later. But, everything will be known tomorrow as you will receive what you were supposed to already have next year on your birthday."

"Really?" R. Harry asked, then saw M. Harry fading away.

"Yes, now it's time to go back." M. Harry said, halfway through fading away.

"Okay... and thank you." R. Harry said, as M. Harry finally faded away.

He felt the area he was in disappear and soon felt himself getting pulled back into reality.

He fell on his butt onto the floor and looked around. He was still alone in where he last was and tucked the book in his school robes and exited the library.

'What a conversation, it seems my sleep won't be boring now will it?' Harry said, went back to the common room, several of his housemates giving him dirty looks to which he ignored, he went upstairs and put a shrinking charm on his trunk, stuck it in his pants pocket and exited the room, not to be seen in the Gryffindor common room for a very long period of time.

He found a place to sleep where he wouldn't be disturbed and he glanced at the points roster and found out that there was a loss of 250 points from potions alone.

'Oh well. No longer my problem.' Harry shrugged.

Harry, used the hidden room that he continually used as his safe haven since this nightmare began. Now he has a chance at getting his life back to where he wants it and no one was going to take that away from him.

On the plus side, the room was hidden and only he could get inside along with adding a password in parseltongue.

It has his bed, a bookshelf, and his trunk at the base of his bed.

Harry stripped off his robes and went to his bed finding comfort in his bed sheets, ignoring the sounds of hissing coming from below him as he lulled himself to sleep.

(Dumbledore's Office)

"Okay. Have any of you seen Harry Potter today?"

"No, that brat missed my class today, this just proves he's as arrogant as his father." Snape sneered.

Sprout and Flitwick, however, rolled their eyes at his usual behavior, but McGonagall didn't say anything which raised several eyebrows in question.

"So, he's missing. What of it? He probably wanted a break from all the nasty looks he's been getting since this situation with the petrification of students and the opening of the chamber has started." Flitwick said.

"It would be normal. That poor looks like he could barely stay awake let alone walk and do work." Sprout said, disappointed at her house, that couldn't just see a boy that was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

McGonagall hasn't said anything and Flitwick asks if she's alright.

She negatively nods and said, "No, I'm not alright. I think I may have hurt the boy more than helped."

"Well, what was it? Did the Golden Boy run away because he couldn't take what he dished out?" Snape sneered.

Sprout looked like she was going to smack him and Flitwick was not that far behind her, along with several other teachers.

"Okay, enough. No fighting in my office, please." Dumbledore said, the twinkle in eyes dimming.

The glares hadn't disappeared, but they apologized for their behavior.

"What did you say, Minerva?"

"I said, his parents would be disappointed in his behavior and that he was practically just another copy of his parents."

"You told him that?! No wonder he couldn't be found, anyone one would want to be alone if in his position." Flitwick said, disappointed.

"Minerva, we'll have words after this." Dumbledore said, his disappointment shining through.

She nodded with her head down.

"Let's leave Harry to work his emotions out, I will talk to him tomorrow and then I will let you talk to you, Albus."

"Alright, thank you Flitwick." He said, with a smile.

'Dammit, where is that brat?' He inwardly sneered.

The rest of the conversation went with the discussion of several petrified students and the complaints of Lockhart of which he openly denied. Dumbledore waved him off and dismissed everyone to their usual routines and had his chat with Minerva. Who now had to apologize to Harry when he first saw him tomorrow morning and the rest of her punishment would be decided from there.

She was plagued with guilt and she felt hollow and sat inside her office for the rest of the day.

Back to Harry, his body was changing, along with his magic, inside if you could imagine several padlocks, doors, and floodgates being unlocked one at a time, releasing every bit of hidden potential and magical power that Dumbledore has hidden away. Changing his body, making it stronger, his mind becoming sharper, the potions that were in his systems was being ripped away from his blood stream and brain. His magic pulsing around him, encasing him in a soft green glow.

Back in Dumbledore's Office, 5-6 silver, spinning devices shattered and dissolved into dust, which brought out a happy trill from Fawkes who was alone in the office and the only awake portrait of Phineas Black who was smirking.

'This is going to be interesting.'

Going back to Harry the glow receded and curled up in his bed, a smile grew on his face and Hogwarts could feel her favorite student finally realize his full power and she would help him and no meddling old coot was going to get her way.

Somewhere in the castle, a bearded old coot was hacking on his lemon drops as he felt the cold hands of death around his neck, but shook it off, his plans were still on course and Harry Potter doesn't know a thing and will be a martyr for the light and Dumbledore will be the most revered wizard, even above Merlin.

The night passed quickly and soon it was morning.

Harry woke up with a yawn and a stretch of his limbs, feeling the satisfying pop of his bones settling back into place. He unconsciously reached for his glasses and put them on, but then he couldn't see and then took them off and saw that everything around him was clear. He did this on and off a few more times before setting his glasses down on his bedside table.

He got up and went to the bathroom to get ready for the school day and saw his looks have changed as well. His hair wasn't messy, it was straight with curly ends. His eyes were a darker green than he remembered, but that was probably because of the lack of glasses.

He got dressed and went inside the kitchen to eat, by using the method of tickling the pear of the Hufflepuff entrance.

He went to the owlery and found Hedwig and she barked happily at being able to see him.

"Hey girl." He got an owl treat for her, which she took and nipped his finger affectionately.

She hooted in back in reply when she saw several letters in his hand.

"Oh, yeah. I have several letters that need to be delivered." He said, waving the papers in the air.

Hedwig ruffled her feathers and stuck out her leg to which Harry tied the papers to them to her and let her go off.

Harry wrote three letters. One to Madam Bones, One to Griphook and the last one to an old friend that he finally remembered with his entire mind intact.

Harry waved Hedwig goodbye and waited for her silhouette to disappear over the horizon.

'Be safe, girl.' He thought.

Harry then took a deep breath and walked outside and towards his next class of Herbology, giving a small smile to Professor Sprout who nodded back, but inwardly was surprised at his new look. She didn't question him and he sat next to Neville who didn't believe him to be evil or the Slytherin heir and actually decided to fully befriend the shy boy

Afterwards, it was Charms and he ignored several Gryffindors and did the spells learned today correctly and efficiently earning points for Gryffindor to which he politely refused, which renewed their dislike, now boarding on hate for him, but his cold green eyes stopped them from trying anything.

Soon class was over and Harry was walking away from the classroom when he was stopped by Malfoy and his two apes.

"What do you want, Malfoy?"

Ending it! Took awhile, but I really wanted to get this one out there. So there. I'm glad I have over ten follows and favorites on this fanfic alone, which makes me happy. Alright, so anyways, guys later. The letters you will understand later in the next chapter, along with the date of August 4. I want get to the Dursley's tor-I mean righteous punishment. Later.

~Kourtney Uzu Yato