As Harry sat on his new bed he was reading his book. Edvetually Harry round what he was looking for

Incantation: Servus tardum, Wand movement: spiral jab at centre. One must have a clear image in ones mind before cast for optimal results. If done incorrectly the inferi will be able to be easily spotted however if done correctly it will be near indiscernible.

Nervously Harry took the steps down the stars bracing himself. He was preparing for the high loophole of the spell falling. After all most adult wizards with a wand suited to them can't cast the spell and he a seven year old boy with a poorly fitted wand what chance did he have. Yet he already has casted the killing curse wand-less.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs Harry had a twinge of regret. Had he really murdered his closest relatives left? As soon as the thought came he squished it. The living room was an even more horrific sight with daylight. But his relatives seem so peaceful. This is the first time Harry has every seen this. No yelling. No death stare maybe he could grow accustomed to this.

Taking great care to walk over Petunia without stepping on her Harry strolls into the centre of the room. Taking great care to make sure the spell was perfected in his head before casting, he went over the spell many times.

"Servus tardum" Harry watched as his aunt appeared to regain life right before his eyes. Petunia appeared to be alive; she had no indicators of being an inferi.

Harry now turned to his cousin "servus tardum" once again he perfectly reanimated. Finally Harry turned to his uncle "servus tardum" His uncle immediately responded. "Petunia take care of the house. Cousin do your school work and go to school. Uncle go to work" Harry ordered and with some infused magical intent he programmed his new minions.

Suddenly Harry became straight as a board his eyes glossed over and he spoke "the true Dark Lord approach's. His power immeasurable; as vast as the stars in the sky. The Dark Lord will make himself known. The dark shall rise under his rule."

"My first prophecy. I wonder what it means" Harry mumbled.

Suddenly Harry hears at least five apperation pops which came from the front lawn.

"How could they of found me so soon"

From the front door came a call to open the door. Nervously Harry walked into the entryway. Pausing before opening the door taking a large breath; Harry opened the door. "Hello, my name is Phyllis Jone. There was an extremely strong magical pulse coming from this area. Have you seen anything and may we come in?" An auror asked. He looked to be young maybe thirty, he had black hair which was very short and green eyes his skin revealed him to be Mediterranean. He wore black robes which covered him entirely.

"Oh, yes of course come in my aunt and uncle are in the living room. No I have not seen anything magical" Harry answers diligently.

There were eight others who were looking in the street and lawns for a magical signature. As Harry was walking back he began wordlessly sending instructions to his relatives on how to act.

"Pardon me sir, what is it that you need?" The shell of Harry's uncle asked.

"Uhh well we picked up a pulse of dark magic and we thought a dark wizard could have been attacking. Have you seen anything?" The auror seemed taken aback seeing his relatives alive. Had they known he killed them? That's impossible. All they would have been able to know is that powerful magic took place here and when. Unless, unless they had wards on this house. He needed to get out of the house immediately. Otherwise they'd know everything.