I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR SYAR WARS (THOUGH I WISH I DID).

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...

SYBILL TRELAWNEY'S PROPHECY MADE TO ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

Chapter 1: Shock Treatment

Italics - thoughts

At ten years old Freak, the boy once known as Harry Potter, life was anything but normal. He was raised by his aunt and uncle Petunia and Vernon Dursley to be the perfect slave. As soon as he was able to walk he was put to work around their home. His tasks included cooking, cleaning, yardwork, and anything else that they deemed to be below them.

Freak never attended school, unlike his cousin Dudley. For the first few years of his life he was just neglected and ignored. Given scraps of food and isolated in the cupboard under the stairs he was practically invisible.

When he was five years old the Dursleys found out he did not exist in the non-magical world and they realized that they did not have to keep treating the young wizard as if he was human anymore. That was when the chores and beatings began. He was quickly given tasks that no child of his age should be forced to do, and any failure to complete them was treated with immediate punishment. Breakfast not served on time, a whipping with a belt then thrown in then cupboard. The yard not perfectly maintained, broken fingers and then forced to fix whatever nonexistent issue there was. Freak quickly learned to finish his work as quickly as possible and to do so quietly. The one time he tried to talk back his uncle slapped him so hard it hurt to eat for a week. Magic healing Freak I'm his sleep was the only reason he had lasted so long with the extensive injuries that he had sustained over the years.

His only solace were the old books crammed in a box besides his small dog bed. Even though he was neglected he managed to teach himself how to read. First with glances as food containers while cooking and then using a few cast off children's books that Dudley destroyed. After that he explored the books in the box. They were old tech and electronics manuals that Petunias father used in his training to be an electrician. Because of this Freak, while terribly uneducated, was a savant when it came to technology and was reading at a near college level. Whenever the Dursleys went out he would jimmy the lock on his cupboard door and then explore the house in order to find some new piece of technology to take apart and learn about. The telly, radio, house phone, and any of Dudleys toys he could find had all been taken apart and modified to work at a near perfect level of efficiency. None of them ever noticed that seemingly broken items would suddenly be repaired the next day. This knowledge would give Freak skills that would help him more than he could ever know.

May 22, 1991

As Freak washed the dishes he contemplated on his life. It was terrible, and he knew it. His relatives were the worst kind of people and had made him into the cynical person he was today. Not only that but due to his treatment from his relatives his idea of what was wrong and right were very skewed. Violence was an answer to all problems and he would often dream about bringing able to dole out punishment on those three family members of his once he was big enough. He almost stabbed his aunt not even half an hour ago when she was screeching at him to finish cooking breakfast and to clean up.

Flashback

Freak was finishing cooking the last of the eggs for his relatives breakfast when Petunia stormed into the kitchen...

"Hurry up boy! Vernon and Dudders will be down here soon and if their breakfast isn't ready for them you are going to regret it! Finish up and get the wash done. I'm tired of seeing you already"

"Can't you see that I'm almost done you hag! You have eyes for a reason, use them!"

He glanced over to the side and saw the kitchen knife that he used earlier sitting there.

"It would only take one swing. Grab the knife. One slash to the throat and the screeching will stop forever..."

Before he did anything he heard his uncles thunderous steps on the floor above him and quickly served the eggs onto the table and then began washing the dishes he used.

End Flashback

Ten minutes later hiss walrus-like uncle waddled into the kitchen followed by his whale of a cousin and they both began stuffing their faces as if they were starved. Thankfully it was a Wednesday so as soon as they were done Vernon would be off to work taking Dudley with him to drop him off at school. Though this morning it seemed like his luck was finally going to run out...

Dudley was throwing a tantrum once again about having to go to school.

"But Mum! The Freak doesn't have to go to school, why do I have to?"

"Dudders", Vernon replied between bites, "Freak here doesn't get to go to school because he isn't normal like us. You have to because you are better than him and will have be working with me some day at Gunners."

"I don't want to! I hate school and I hate work! I just want to play at home!"

And then it happened. Dudley threw his cup across the room and with somehow managed to his the toaster that was sitting besides the sink. The toaster that was still plugged in from being used. The toaster that was then knocked into the sink full of water that Freak was washing dishes in.

Electricity pulsed through his body as soon as it hit the water. He was as stiff as a board as he shook from the current running through him. His magic that had saved him over the years had changed after and it has had plenty of practice fixing its hosts body from various injuries and ailments. It was now working overtime to try to save him from this external energy that was ravaging him inside and out. Miraculously his magic began to except the energy instead of trying to fight it and was adapting his body to be able to control it.

Blue arcs of lightning pulsed across his skin and began to concentrate on the small lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. Buried just beneath the skin the shard of Voldemorts soul was subjected to the massive amounts of energy. Soul magic was a branch of magic that had been lost to the ages. Considered dark and therefor banned most of its knowledge was lost. So when the Dark Lord decided to create his Horcruxs he did so with the incorrect assumption that he was splitting his soul into containers that would allow him to live on even if his body was destroyed. This was incorrect and in reality you cannot split a soul. Creating horcruxes just spreads it around and allows the soul to live through what the body cannot. Because of this when the fragment in Freaks head was bombarded with electricity all of the other pieces were being hit as well.

Now no matter how powerful a wizard is, they are nothing in comparison to an electrical grid like what powered Surrey, with Freak being an exception of course. His newly adapted body would allow for him to take in electrical energy without any adverse effects. At that moment Voldemort became intimately aware of how being electruted feels. Across England a diary, cup, locket, ring, and a diadem began to let off sparks of electricity and one by one ejected a black cloud that dissolved once free. With a scream Freaks forehead burst with a rush of blood and black slime that evaporated in the air. Deep in the woods in Albania a dark spirit screached and then blasted apart. Finally with one last pulse of electricity he disappeared in a explosive flash of light leaving behind a smoldering wreck of a house with three fried bodies inside.

Hogwarts Castle: At the same time

Headmaster Dumbledore was filling out paperwork in his office when his monitoring device on Harry Potter went off. It was set to keep track of his health and while it had lit up before now this was different. It was fully lit, screaming, and bolts of blue electricity were erupting from it destroying numerous other devices on the shelf around it.

Dumbledore jumped up and immediately began casting detection charms on the small metal device in an attempt to figure out what was happening. When the device finally exploded he knew he had to go and figure out what happened. Rushing to the fireplace he threw a handful of floo powder and called out, "Hogwarts Transfiguration Office!". Sticking his head into the green flames he called out to Minerva McGonagall.

"Yes Albus? What's wrong?"

"I am not sure yet Minerva but I will have to be out of the school for a time. Most likely the rest of the day. Can you manage without me for a while?"

"Of course I can Albus. Just let me know when you return." She replied.

With that finished Dumbledore pulled out his head and called upon his phoenix Falkes to take him to Little Winning. When he arrived he saw the house of Harry Potters relatives in flames. Muggle firemen were spraying water with little effect onto the clearly magical fire. He tried to apply counter charms to put it out but nothing he could think of would work.

A hour later there was nothing left of the house but ash and the magic in the fire had wiped out any evidence that was once there. All Dumbledore could wonder was what happened to Harry Potter.

Too bad he would never find out. Harry Potter was gone. To a Galaxy Far Far Away...

Authors Note:

Thanks for reading! Please review so I can improve my story. I've had this idea for a while and am just now finally getting around to attempting writing it. It's my first time publishing anything so it probably needs a lot of work.