Harry didn't know why he didn't want to leave his castle, it made him anxious. So he paced back and forth thinking of nothing in particular, the vision in the mirror, the Quidditch game. But all this thought was subconscious, a vague recounting with deeply suppressed feelings, longing and loathing, feelings that he couldn't even comprehend anymore. If his mind was an ocean these thoughts were at the pitch black depths over four miles down. Thoughts that hadn't seen even the faintest glimmer of light in years, that still didn't see the faintest glimmer of light.

Fluffy whined and pawed at the door. Harry blinked a couple times snapping out of his funk and went over to open the door and turn on the dog fence. Fluffy went out to run around his mountain. Harry needed something to do; he would decorate one of his many, many open rooms.

The room was in a remote part of the castle, near the back right side and high up. He was thinking a gemstone room. As if there weren't enough Jewels in his castle already. The walls were black (obviously gemstone) and charmed to be soft. He laid down, looking at it the room. The room was too square, he pulled down the edges of the room to give it a circular arch. He made a diamond chandelier, one with an elegant spiral like a road winding around a mountain. The diamond wasn't right so he made it ruby. He finished off the room with diamonds in the shape of teardrops hanging suspended from the ceiling, scattered like rain.

He was still in a pacing mood, this wouldn't do. He was still thinking about that game, thinking what about it though was unclear. With nothing better to do he shot a copy of the memory into a nearby diamond.

A week ago Draco and him were playing life sized wizarding chess in on his many personalized and obscure rooms. Draco was emerald and Harry was sapphire, to decide whether sapphire was white or black they played a round of chess. Draco got to go first. It had been a close match with both of the losing their queen and many other pieces, but in the end Harry had won using two of his pawns and a bishop to trap Draco's king. Harry got to decide that blue would be black. At that Draco had burst out laughing doubling over where he stood on the opposite side of the room.

"I-would-have-chosen-white-for-emerald." Draco said In between his laughter.

The laughter was contagious and Harry doubled over too. Draco stopped laughing then took one glance at Harry and broke out laughing again.

"Ready-to-play-a-game-for-real?" Draco struggled to get it out.

Harry got over his laughter and smiled at Draco "Your turn."

"Pawn to e-4"

Harry put a copy of the memory into a diamond. He filled twenty or so gems with memories of Draco, Draco and him training, Draco and him playing games, Draco and him working on different things in the same room not talking. He filled another diamond with him chasing Fluffy around the mountain. The next one was alternate Harry meeting alternate Draco in the robe shop, when he set up that contest. Then there were ones of him talking to Ron, and being bored talking to Ron. There were other ones from Hogwarts too. There were ones of him in Antarctica with the howling wind and biting snow where he would pull out bits and pieces of souls to try and grow new souls or manipulate those fragments.

Four months ago he was visiting death. There was the typical grand and spooky palace. But when he opened the doors it was playing Fall Out Boy rather than the typical silence. Harry had never really listened to music much. It wasn't that he didn't like music, just that he would only ever heard songs rarely and and never thought to make music play them.

"I always thought your taste would be classical." Harry said as he came into Death's lounge.

"You're actually right, Iuvenis child, I usually listen to pieces like Summer from The Four Seasons and The Main Theme of Schindler's List. However I thought that you should have a more fun taste in music and maybe a futuristic one, this suits you better."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Exposure becomes taste." Death said.

Harry danced, sliding forward pointing a finger at death. "We could be imor-or-or-or-or-or immortals" Harry sang along to the song.

"I do think that we already are Iuvenis child."

"We could be imor-or-or-or-or-or immortals" Harry sang as he dropped down to his knees.

"It isn't etiquette to dally in doorways, come now Iuvenis child. I've made soul tea."

The memory was put into a diamond. He put many, so many memories of him training into the diamonds. Of him traveling the world, visiting a few other worlds training and perfecting magic.

Six months ago he was in New York. It had taken him longer than three months to obtain this level of magic. It was specifically an advanced form of mind magic, right now it was weak so he would use the use magic until it was strong. Like god he hovered over the city and decided the fate of it's inhabitants. He strung a tightrope in between two buildings that were one thousand feet apart. He chose two hundred apartment buildings and put eleven inhabitants under his spell in each of the buildings. It was a small strain controlling that many people, to divide his consciousness that many ways so that he could perfectly control everything.

Only one of the ten was the main attraction. He made them walk to the building with the tightrope. Ten of each group were used like protectors clustering around the main attraction. Most of them walked to the site although a few of them rode on busses that Harry had materialized. It took an hour to get everyone to the building and by then he was sporting a massive headache. He had two hundred of them walk into the building which Harry had unlocked and start making their way upwards, the other two thousand circled the building preventing anyone from getting in. By this time police were arriving trying to get into the building. As the first person walked onto the wire Harry stopped all wind. His head was throbbing. Helicopters were called out, the people walked onto the wire perfectly balanced under Harry's control. On an impulse, Harry transported himself into the group. There were hundreds of people looking up at the sky where two hundred and one people stood on the tightrope. Below, the police were fighting against the people protecting that Harry controlled.

The air was colder up there and Harry contracted his core. He tried to focus on walking the wire through his headache. It was so serene up there and the flashing lights just looked like dots. He stood there, a nameless face in the line, near the middle of the wire. He wobbled a bit and stuck out his right foot to balance himself. He breathed in and out continuing on.

"Five, Four, Three, Two, One" The people that Harry was controlling down below said in perfect synchronization. All at once Harry stopped controlling the people. Half of the people in the air fell almost immediately. The rapid release shocked Harry too, marking him almost fall. Only twelve people survived to cling onto the wire and bring themselves to safety. There were ambulances and helicopters and so many people watching in horror. Harry was toted off in one of the many police cars.

"What were you thinking?" The policeman driving the vehicle asked.

"I-I don't know. I c-can't remember. One second I was asleep and the next I was up there. I have never been so terrified in my life, I thought I was about to die." Harry lied.

"Is that so, Iuvenis child?" The policeman's voice morphed.

"Nah, thought I'd have some fun with my new mind magic." Harry laid himself sideways in the seat.

"That is quite a bit of paperwork you have created for me, Iuvenis child" Death drawled.

"Eh, You would have had to do it eventually anyways. Come on let's go, I want to watch the bugs scuttle." Harry said lazily in the back seat. Their police car disappeared.

Harry shot that memory into another diamond. There were a few other ones like it that he shot into diamonds. There were more of him training, ones where he was completely alone and traveling the world. Sometimes he wouldn't talk to another person for months. His power was always increasing rapidly. He put some of those memories into the diamonds. As the memories were ones from where he was younger and younger he put them into higher and higher diamonds. When the diamonds were filled they would glow slightly, like stars.

A little over two years ago he had reached a peak in his magic. He was powerful, and knowledgeable, he could do almost every spell known to wizards and a handful more without a wand and wordlessly. Not that he would have thought to do it any other way as he had never even held a wand. At this point he was slightly more powerful than Dumbledore, at the upper limit of what his magic could take him too. And the thing that was so frustrating was that he knew he could do more. He had seen the path. It was written in the air, symbols that weren't there hovering and guiding him. He had tried everything, all the rituals, all the spells the voices whispering in his ear told him to do. But it always ended the same way, some step in the process would need the magic he didn't have, what he was trying to obtain needed to be used to obtain that very magic. He could see it dangling before him, power.

He could be God. No, not just a ruler or king but God. He could make the whole universe bend to his whims. He knew how to do it, everything would be simple it would barely take ten years if he could just gain the tiniest hint of death magic. No, necromancy wouldn't do nor would any spell designed to bring about death. He needed an entirely new form of magic. There was only one way to do it, outside help, and that outside needed to be more powerful than him. No one on earth had that sort of power. He tied his soul to a large rock the best that he could. It was far from ideal but with his current skill level it was the most dependable solution, and it would only work one in four times.

By all accounts it was a beautiful day. There was a small calming breeze, the sun was beaming down upon him. The ocean was gently lapping at his feet making him want to forget his crazy plan in favor of summoning a surfboard to spend the day on playing in the ocean. Harry didn't though, he climbed up the cliff. Sure he could fly but sometime he liked to do things the old fashioned way, particular anytime the moment held significance. With every step it got harder and harder to move his legs. The sun was rising; it was so beautiful. He didn't know how long it took him but he was at the top of the cliff overlooking shallow water.

With shaking hands he grabbed the potions vial out of his pocket, one to bind his magic for at least two hours. The potion tasted awful and before the effect took he vanished the vial. He took another step towards the edge then squeezed his eyes together forcefully. The wind was blowing at him, so he went with it letting it push him forward until he was falling. Just under a year ago he was begging for death, ready to accept it with open arms, but now he feared it. He was falling and he couldn't fly, couldn't do anything but fall. Oh God, what had he done?

That day, the boy who lived died. He didn't see the visions or voices anymore when he came back. But that didn't matter, he knew what they said. He knew the path to power, it would be so simple.

Harry shot that memory into a diamond. He was getting pretty close to the ceiling now. Harry shot off memories of him training before he had died into diamonds. Before, his training was much less fantastical. He ran out of diamonds hanging from the ceiling.

Just over four years ago he was in agony. Complete agony, every limb of his ached. His head was pounding, throbbing and he couldn't thinking through the pounding. His arms and legs were tied down to a table. The table was wooden and the straps were leather. His eyes were closed he couldn't keep them open, everything was too weak to move. His mouth was completely dry.

"You know, no one thought you would live this long." A large and menacing man stood above him. "I guess you've always been full of surprises though."

Harry winced at the man's presence, but his body was too weak for the movement to be detectable.

"Though I don't think that you'll last another week." The guy said and blew out some smoke from his cigarette. "You used to scream and cuss so loudly but now look at you, barely more than a skeleton. The boys say you haven't screamed in days." The man sat on Harry's table then took out a cigarette and lit it. He roughly took one of Harry's hand and turned it so the palm faced upwards, next thing the cigarette was pressing into one of his fingertips. Harry screamed hoarsely, slightly weakly, as his skin sizzled burned and shot pure agony through him.

"Guess you aren't done screaming after all." The man said and took a lemon wedge out of his pocket and squeezed it onto Harry's finger. It was the sort of stinging that hurt so bad it made the wound throb. Harry was crying, but it was hard to tell now that his tears had run dry. In a few minutes Harry stopped screaming, it was still pain beyond pain but not enough to force sound from his raw vocal cords.

Then the man took his next finger. Soon enough, a new cigarette was being pressed into Harry's skin and Harry was screaming again. There was more lemon juice and it stringed so bad that Harry thought he would pass out; he wasn't so lucky. Then the man was doing the third finger, and then the fourth. Harry was thrashing in his bonds like he hadn't done in almost a week.

"P-please."

"Oh look, now he's begging, regretting what you did? You should have thought about how this would turn out before you killed the boss's son." The man said as he took a fifth finger of Harry's and burned it. Harry screamed out and his throat burned too. The man was onto Harry's sixth finger now, then seventh. On the eighth Harry went numb, the burning and aching stopped, the sting stopped, the rawness in in his throat stopped. All that Harry was left with was cool air. For the first time in months he had enough awareness to think, to notice.

There were voices in his ears and words and symbols that his eyes saw. He had never noticed them before. But now that he could think, he distinctly remembered them being there before. They were telling him secrets, shortcuts to power.

Harry shot that memory into the red chandelier. There were others like it and he shot them into the chandelier as well, drilling, cuts and other horrors. This time he was working downwards rather than up, finally there was only one gem left.

Almost five years ago he was in that room, the table was wooden and the cuffs were leather. He was in agony but it was a newer agony, a fresher one. There was a boy his age. Harry thinks that the boy might have been begging. He doesn't remember what the boy looked like. There were other people in the room, Harry doesn't actually know if there were but it would have made sense. Harry thinks he might have been begging too. The boy was shot in the head, and Harry cried for the boy. At least Harry thinks he did, it was all so fuzzy back then. Harry doesn't remember anything before that moment.

He shot the memory into the last hanging gem.

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Thank you for reading and thank you to my beta RabidFangirl14 for checking over this chapter. I hope that you are still enjoying the story and if you are it may be worth following because I will be updating soon. To the couple people who mentioned Harry meeting Lord Voldemort, he may meet Tom Riddle in CoS but he won't meet LV until the goblet of fire... so a bit off. Anyways if you have something to say please comment.