Chapter 3: To Search In the Temple of Books

~Harry's POV

I wake up in my cupboard and I can barely believe what has happened. I can do magic! My family can't hurt me anymore and I can do anything, well almost anything. My magic is almost too powerful. It's as if I could turn my cupboard into Buckingham palace but I can't just clean the door. And I can't defend myself without using drastic measures. I need to figure out how to control it and what I am. I guess that means the library.

Several hours later…

I'm in the library, my favorite place on earth (Dudley hated reading so he would never come here to beat me up) going to the one person I knew could help me, the Librarian.

"Ms. Applebee, do you know any books about magic?" Ms. Applebee gazed questioningly at me, looking very stern, before giving me a brilliant smile. "Of course sweetie just hold on, how many do you want?"

I couldn't help myself from saying, "All of them please!" Within minutes, I was sitting at a desk with a small mountain of books. My eyes are drawn to a book named Wizardology, the nice drawings and fake gemstone on the cover glittering prettily in my eye.

In moments, I can tell it's a major disappointment. In the book, it says that "fairies" are the source of magic powers. In my heart, I know that's not true. My magic comes from inside me not some stupid fairies! I read over the other books and none of them seems quite right.

As I sulk in my seat, a rather concerned looking girl comes over. "What are you looking so sad about?" she asked. "I want to know about magic, but nothing is right!" It looks like a switch turned on inside her, because she starts bouncing around and saying, "You like fantasy too? I know all about magic!" Suddenly coming out of her daze, she thrusts her hand into mine, "Hi, I'm Jane. What's your name?"

"I'm Harry," I say smiling at the strange girl. The girl now known as Jane tells me "I see your problem, books about magic are ok, but games are much better." She steers me to the computers before I can ask about the games are. "There's this game I like to play, it's called Runescape. It has tons of magic!" Now that seems promising. In the game, magic is stored in different types of runes for people to make spells. It's like a recipe so you know what the magic will do.

But what if I can't store my magic in things? Well, what's the use if I don't try? I think I'll use the Wizardology book. I close my eyes and feel for the golden magic. I grasp onto it and push it into the book. Suddenly, the book changes!

The letters that make up Wizardology fall apart and dance around the page until they say Harry Potter's Book of Spells. The fairy nonsense is gone. But since I don't have any spells, is the book blank? Turning to the first two pages, I see beautifully illustrated pictures and directions on how to find your magic and how to push it into things.

I almost can't believe it works! Plus, the shape and function of what you're using, determines what it becomes like the way you make runes in the game. I have to start making them. But there's a small problem. In the game in order to make runes you have to take some stones to special alters to give them power. There probably aren't any so I'll make my own!

Leaving the library, I grab my new book and wave goodbye to Ms Applebee. I start to walk over to Jane until I notice something. Jane looks very upset and is standing with two people who are obviously her parents. I hear them whisper, "Stay away from him … Petunia always tells us he's dangerous." As she nods, I know this is the last time I'll ever see her again.

I run home trying to get away from their disapproving stares. Slipping in from the back door, I see Petunia screaming at Dudley! Holding in my shock, I decide to hear what the fuss is.

"Young man I spoke to you teachers and not only are you being a poor student but you're also a bully! I won't stand for it! What you do to those children is wrong, and I want you to go to your room without dinner and think about what you've done."

Wow, is all I can say. Without me, Petunia would have been a responsible mother. Now I'm even more upset. I go to my cupboard and cry once again. Suddenly my book starts shaking. I pull it open and on the first blank page, writing appears. Hello harry are you all right?

I drop the book in shock "Who are you?" I say. I am Fhírinne or as you call me Your Book. My job is to help you learn about your magic and how to use it. "Are you alive?" Certainly, when you used your magic you changed my essence into something living, the fact that you did it in a library, a temple to books, helped as well. Never mind that, why are you crying?

I made the Dursleys forget about me and now they're so different. I really made their life worse. It's not your fault! You are not a bad person, it's just that the evil inside them came from jealousy. You can do things that most people only dream about, while they were stuck in an utterly normal world. That's why they were so cruel to an innocent babe. When you removed their knowledge of your existence, you removed their jealousy and in turn their evil. That is why they are happy, their evil is gone.

"So it's not because I'm a bad person?" No Harry it's not. Now go to sleep it's already nine. We will talk more in the morning.

~Narrator's POV

Harry went to bed happy. He knew he wasn't evil and he even had a new friend. His dreams were filled with golden wisps and books.

Authors Note:

Fhírinne means "truth" in Gaelic