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A/N: Interesting how most of the reviews I've gotten for this story revolve around the Leeching Soulstorm.

Chapter 1 I Don't Believe in Friends Forever

" I found out today that my whole life has been a lie. I found out that my friends weren't my friends. I found out that Sirius died for no reason. I found out that Dumbledore is every bit as dark as Voldemort. I found out that in order to defeat both, I'm going to have to be the balancing force. The problem is, is that I am fucking eleven again. That's right, Dumbledore sent me back in time, fearing that I was too powerful for his machinations. Dumbass. He has no idea the hell he has just unleashed on Hogwarts and everyone else. He didn't know that the Veil of Death was actually the Veil of Time, and that it was designed to send people back to give them another chance. So he sent me back to the Dursleys essentially. I was able to assimilate my eleven year old self into my sixteen year old self. Amazing how powerful I was back then and didn't know it. Even worse how I was bound and kept from knowing my true power. Now they will know. Time to wave bye-bye to the useless lumps that are the Dursleys, and move on with my life. Scratch that, I know that Old Dickie is watching over me like some malevolent God. I at least need to hold out until the letter comes…."

- July 3rd, 1992. After awakening in the Cupboard-

" Get up freak! NOW! You don't want me angry!"

Harry finished writing, threw the pen down, and clambered through the cupboard door. His horse like Aunt shouted, " Fix your hair! Now, go down and fix a good breakfast for Dudley. It is his birthday after all. Burn anything, touch anything, and you will be stuck in that cupboard for the rest of your life!"

Like hell. If I remember correctly, today is the day I meet that snake, and two weeks from tomorrow will be the day the first letter comes. Then I will have an excuse to leave this hell hole. Harry had long ruled out forcing his way out like the Gryffindor he was. He needed to be Slytherin to survive the second time. He knew that somehow, he would end up back in the Gryffindor House, but that was task for another day. He spent the rest of that day fixing food. Unlike last time, the Dursleys left him behind, but tasked him with fixing enough food to feed a circus full of elephants. So he didn't have time to screw around with anything.

Hoorah for wandless magic! Harry cheered in his mind. He had cooked the entire dinner in less than an hour, so he had time to go mess with the Dursleys, who wouldn't be back for another two hours. Really all he had to do was keep the food warm, which wasn't too hard for was wizard who had unlocked his power, gone on a Death Eater killing spree, before getting caught by making a mistake and gloating over Lucius Malfoy's dead body in his wife's face. Narcissa had stunned him, and turned him into the Aurors.

The next part was his favorite…

Flashback/Flash Forward!

Harry was bound by lock and chain to the walls of the Ministry, yet he was somehow able to cause havoc throughout the entire building. That was when it happened. Harry channeled his power into the chains, and they unlocked with a click, surprising Nymphadora Tonks. She didn't get the chance to overcome her surprise. A maelstrom of lightning ripped her body apart and a Black special had absorbed the energy of her magical core into his own. He smiled. Power was enticing.

He turned and saw that there were no more Aurors in his near vicinity, so he cast some powerful illusion spells on himself. One thing Harry had found out that he was exceptionally good at, was Illusions. His illusions could hold ground, and become real. A Patronus he summoned was no mere emotion, it was empowered and real. Dementors no longer existed for a reason. In fact, that was part of the charges brought up on him.

Harry stalked through the Ministry, taking the lift. But then he realized who the man behind him was. Alastor Moody smiled a crooked smile as his magical eye, powerful as Harry was, he still couldn't deceive it, stayed fixed on his location. He muttered, " Nice to see you there, Potter."

He didn't get the chance to draw his wand. The lift filled with the storms of energy that had so easily snuffed Tonks out, and they did the same for Moody. Harry groaned as more magic entered his body. But he had destroyed the lift in the process, leaving him stranded on the DOM level. Bad memories for certain, but he knew his way around. He sensed the presence of great power, knowing that Dumbledore had come to play. He smiled. The old fool wouldn't know what hit him.

Harry was right. But he was right on the wrong person. The color in his face drained when he saw the entire Order of the Phoenix, plus every student from his DA, and several Aurors and teachers who weren't Order affiliated. All told, over a hundred people. He knew that not all were lined up in the Room of Prophecy, that others would be awaiting him should he make it past the initial onslaught of his DA led by none other than Ronald Weasley and his pet Granger. Harry smiled, this would be fun.

Harry brought his arm slashing down like a sword, shouting Fulminous Edge at the top of his voice. A shimmering blade of violet energy whipped through the air, and cut the legs out from under the first wave. Harry charged them, fueling a Draining Aura, using their own spells to power his shields. He found Granger first. He laughed in her face as he ripped her magic from her and absorbed it into his own core.

He unleashed his storm in the middle of his former classmates. He laughed as the faces of his former friends paled, and went lifeless as his blaze of lightning torched them and ripped their magic from their bodies. In one fell swoop, Harry Potter had just absorbed the equivalent power of the Tzar Bomb detonated by the Soviet Union. The young ones had so much more power than the older ones, Potter thought as he slammed Katie Bell against the wall, he spun around, and sliced Spinnet's head off with another Fulminous Edge. He kept his storm going as an aura, draining magic, and killing those that continued to fight even after losing their magic. Those were few and far between, and only the weakest could do so. The stronger one's core, the more one relied upon it. Unless artificially modified.

Harry looked up with a sadistic grin on his face, and starred directly into the face of Minerva McGonagall. She was on the balcony above which led to the other prophecies, but Harry could still see the look of horror on her face as he ruthlessly slaughtered his schoolmates. Many of which he had taught. Harry began to cackle like his favorite target as of yet, Bellatrix Lestrange. He cackled like a mad man as he tossed Ron aside like a football, and struck Ginny with a spear of ice. He licked his lips as the stalagmite of ice drilled right through her chest. He turned his attention to McGonagall, who promptly transformed into her tabby cat form, and ran off to find the rest.

He allowed himself a brief moment of rest. He had just killed the entire DA. 30 students just had their magic forcefully ripped from their bodies, added to his own core, and then killed in various bloody and enjoyable ways. Hermione was his first victim, laying slightly ahead of the others, but there was no head to identify her by, most of her chest was missing, as were both arms and legs, so they would have to work hard to identify the lightning and fire charred body. Harry laughed as he hadn't even noticed that he had been using the wood of the book shelves the prophecies were kept on as a weapon. He saw Fred and George driven through by a single stake of wood, that was his first indication that he had been using the ambient items in the environment as well. Luckily, there weren't any more prophecies left either.

Harry walked towards the Chamber of Time, where all the Time Turners were kept. When he got there, he found a small cadre of Aurors led by Kingsley. He disposed of them easily. Kingsley was most powerful for a man who had come from the slums of Kent to be an Auror. Again, the Sands of Time proved to be a very useful ambient weapon on his foes. Harry continued into the Chamber of Death.

It was here, in the innermost sanctum of the Ministry, that a full squad of Unspeakables, the remaining Order of the Phoenix, and Dumbledore himself awaited him. Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling but not in the soothing way they used to. He held his fist open in parlay, meaning he wanted to talk. By talking, he meant jeering and taunting. It was an old Roman tactic that would be used during times of Civil War. Angry generals make big mistakes.

Harry spoke with as much control as he could muster, " Well, well, well Albus? What have we here? The DA? Aurors? Teachers? Order of the Fried Chicken? For little ole' me? I'm so flattered."

Dumbledore shot a glare at Arthur Weasley who chuckled at the remark. Harry noticed that Remus Lupin had not come. He must have withdrawn. Harry continued, " Yes Arthur, shut the pureblood dustbin of a mouth of yours up! I just single handedly wiped out nearly your entire family. I don't think you taunt such a man so easily."

Bill shouted angrily, " WHAT? Fred? George? Ron? Ginny?"

Harry laughed, " All dead. I made sure Ginny died last. It was painful. I thoroughly enjoyed it."

Charlie asked McGonagall, " Why didn't you tell us the whole situation?"

Harry cackled, " Oh you mean she didn't tell you that I just took down thirty of my own handpicked students all by myself? Without even breaking a sweat? While adding to my already great magical power?"

Flitwick looked like he was about to pass out, " All of them?"

Harry loved the look on Flitwick's face, " Yep! It will take'em years to identify Hermione's body. Luna had her heart ripped out, Ginny is impaled on a spear of ice, Fred and George are driven together by a stake of wood. I could go on about how I ripped Bell's head off with my bare hands after I sliced Spinnet's head off with a Lightning Edge."

" Enough Potter. You also took out a squad of ten Aurors, led by Kingsley Shacklebolt,", Dumbledore interrupted. Harry laughed it off, " Yeah, they proved less of a challenge than my old schoolmates! To think you once put my life in their hands? You are so stupid you know that? No wonder Tommy Boy is kicking your ass."

That was it for Dumbledore. He shouted the order to attack, and the nearest members of the Order leapt at Harry. Harry flung his arms out, and blew them back into the walls. He wiped half of the entire force lined against him with a well placed Shadow Jump and immediately launching into his draining storm. He smiled as he fended off Dumbledore's attack, while absorbing magic from his soldiers. Harry charged Dumbledore, and Dumbledore drove him towards the Veil of Death. With one mighty push, the two clashed on the very eave of the Veil. It was a fight over who would go in. Finally, Dumbledore got cheap. He saw an opening, and kicked Harry in the jewels. When Harry bent over in pain, Dumbledore shoved him into the Veil. His last vision was Dumbledore laughing at him….

End Flash Forward/Flash Back…

Harry felt his rage boiling at that last part. He had to quickly shut himself down to keep from blowing the house up. Boy the Dursleys really wouldn't like that now would they? Hell he was a wizard who had not only his own power, which was great enough to be Merlin himself, but the power of almost a hundred and forty other witches and wizards. Probably more, he hadn't really kept track in that last battle of who he fought and killed. Add to that, the Death Eater killing spree which recorded its fortieth victim with Lucius Malfoy.

Harry reflected over the Leaching Storm Spell. It was an American spell, created originally by Native Americans to strip the defeated Chiefs of their power. It was improved by Thomas Jefferson, and perfected by George Washington. It was a most useful spell, though only those with the will to use could use it.

It was an Aura Spell, which meant that it required no incantations, only the will to fuel it. The storm formed a large radius around the user, like a hurricane, with the areas directly adjacent to the user being completely still. But the spell leeched away their magic and life force. An enemy wouldn't need to get close to die. The spell had a very low upkeep, and even a wizard like Peter Pettigrew would have been able to use if they tried. Luckily, British Wizards, being the pureblood extremists they are, hated their American counterparts with a passion that would rival those terrorists in the Middle East.

The only wizards he would have to worry about actually learning the spell, would be evil ones like Voldemort, or curious Georges like Hermione. But it was still a cunningly hid spell, and the actual ability to use it could only be obtained through a special trial that involved breaking into the White House, so even Curious Georges would have trouble with that. The Americans don't piss around with security around their Head of Government.

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( Several Weeks Later…)

Why the hell hasn't that letter come yet? Are they trying to tell me I'm not welcome at Hogwarts? No way Dumbledore knows who I really am. At least the first letter should have shown up by now. After all, I am eleven now.

Harry wondered with a rage as he lay in the basement. The Dursleys had moved him to the basement to accommodate his growth. He hadn't actually seen this growth, so he just assumed he had done something to make them even more paranoid than usual. He had been working out by lifting the weights his uncle had stored down in the basement, though it got him in trouble every time they caught him.

Then there was a loud bang on the door. He heard his uncle shouting at someone before Aunt Petunia opened the basement door, shouting, " Freak! Get in here! NOW!"

Harry yawned when he saw Professor McGonagall standing in the house. Figures that he had been off the radar for awhile, so they would send someone to come get him. She hailed, " Hello Mr. Potter. I am Professor McGonagall."

Of course he knew that, but couldn't let her know that. So he feigned like he didn't know anything about magic, or anything about Hogwarts, or anything else. Having lived the situation before, he pretended he had no idea about what happened to his parents when McGonagall brought it up. Naturally, she was displeased with the Dursleys, but no explosion and almost turning Dudley into a pig like Hagrid. She then proceeded to take him to Diagon Alley to get his supplies.