Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot line and the original/new characters in the story. The rest belongs to JKRowling. Merlin bless her if we truly get the 5th book in time for Christmas.

A/N: This story will eventually have Slash in it. I have yet to decide whom Harry will be paired with, I'm currently debating between Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Colin Creevey, Seamus Finnigan, Terry Boot, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood or Justin Finch-Fletchley. Really, I've done the Severus Snape one a lot.kind of boring for me now, but I'm still planning on writing it. Draco & Harry only works in extreme cases, this will not be one I don't think. I rarely see one where Harry's paired with anyone else.So we'll see, let me know in your reviews what you think.



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New Powers





Chapter One: Of Broken Glass and Blood





Harry Potter was not having a good summer. The minute he walked into his Aunt and Uncles house he'd known something was going on. Harry didn't have time to blink before Petunia Dursley grabbed his owl cage, with Hedwig inside it screeching, and Dudley Dursley grabbed his trunk. Vernon Dursley growled, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and knocked him unconscious with three good punches to his face. Harry, luckily, was unconscious for the rest of the beating Vernon, Dudley and Petunia gave him.

Harry woke up the next morning, cramped, and locked inside his old room, the cupboard under the stairs. That was when he noticed a few additions to the cupboard. He was lying on an old towel that was practically a rag, and above him, hanging almost in his face, were three very poisonous snakes.

Ordinarily that would have alarmed most people, but having gone up against a Basilisk, Harry was not intimidated. Harry smiled nervously and introduced himself to the three snakes in parseltongue, "Hello there, my name is Harry Potter."

The three snakes blinked before responding. The first one said, "Hello Harry Potter, I am Sifra."

The second said, "I am Tayen."

And then the third said, "I am Alissa."

Harry smiled and asked, "Sifra, Tayen and Alissa, do you know why I am in here?"

Alissa seemed to snort and said, "Those Muggles boy, they put you in here all bloodied up. They were about to start up on your owl when she got lose, rolled herself in your pool of blood, crashed out one of the window and taking off."

Tayen seemed to nod and added on, "Smart owl you've got there Harry."

Sifra smiled and said, "Harry, they put us in here, we think, so that we would poison you. They don't understand that you are our master as a Wizard and a gifted one with our own tongue."

Tayen once again added on, "We do however want to ask you to take us with you when you leave here. We know your owl left to get help, and help will be here for you soon, we just want to go with you."

Harry then noticed he was still in a pile of blood, dried, but distinctly blood. It was then that he noticed the pain he was in. He could barely feel his legs, broken he was sure, and twisted at odd angels. His left shoulder was painfully dislocated, his hands broken to the point he was sure even Madam Pomfrey wouldn't have tried to fix but simply taken out and re-grown.

His right arm seemed to be broken in two places, one of which had the bone sticking slightly out of. His back was full of cuts and bruises. His face was bloodied and bruised, his hair was a tangled mess of blood, and from what he could see so was his chest. Harry silently wondered if he'd still be able to have children some day, if he lived to get out of this hell hold that is.

Harry however nodded to the three snakes before saying, "I would be honored for the three of you to come with me. When help does come, curl up around some un-injured part of me."

The three snakes didn't wait for help to come, they immediately wrapped themselves around his arms. Alissa wrapped around his right wrist, Tayen around his right shoulder, and Sifra around his left elbow. Amazingly, the only parts of his body left untouched. Harry closed his eyes, prayed Hedwig had found help, and tried to sleep, hoping someone would come soon.

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Meanwhile..



Hedwig had watched as Vernon, Petunia and Dudley kicked, punched, slashed at and beat her master, no her friend. Screeching and trying to draw the attention away from him did no good. Until they finished with him and threw him in the cupboard. With identical evil grins, the three opened her cage intending to harm her. Hedwig fluttered over to the pile of blood before they had a chance, bathed in it and flew out the window crashing into the glass, breaking it, and cutting herself up badly enough to get some attention.

With that done she had flown straight to Hogwarts. Hagrid would recognize her, she was sure of that as he was the one that had purchased her for her friend four years ago. It took her a day to get there as she was weakening from the cuts made by the glass of the window. She flew into the Great Hall at lunchtime unceremoniously and uncaringly dropped herself right into the Headmasters lunch.

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Albus Dumbledore was not someone who was easily disturbed or angry, but at the sight of the beautiful snowy owl in front of him, he was livid. The poor thing was dripping in blood. Before he could do or say anything to the owl, a shocked voice that mirrored everyone's thinking made everything worse. All the Professors had watched the owl drop herself into the Headmasters lunch and were all watching. Hagrid however recognized her almost immediately and shouted, "Hedwig!"

Recognizing immediately was exactly what Hedwig had wanted, and she stared accusingly at the Headmaster before flapping indignantly and screeching as loudly as she could as if in response. Albus blinked and slowly asked, "Hagrid, isn't this Harry Potter's owl?"

Hagrid nodded, "Go' 'er meself for 'im on 'is eleventh bi'thday."

Albus looked at the owl and asked, "Is Harry in a similar state as you?"

The owl gave him a look that plainly said, "No shit Sherlock."

Albus stood and said, "Hagrid, nurse the owl back to health. Minerva, Severus, Emily, Filius, Anna, would you please follow me. Sybill, will you please go alert Poppy to prepare for something similar to Severus returning from his meetings only slightly worse?"

Everyone did as asked without questioning. Sybill Trelawney ran from Great Hall as fast as she could to bring the information to Poppy and to help her. Severus Snape was beginning to feel ungodly guilty for his treatment of the boy already as he followed Albus. Minerva McGonagall was finding it hard not to say 'I told you so' to Albus, while Emily Hooch was privately pissed that the school's best seeker was injured.

Filius Flitwick was ready to curse those responsible with some down right nasty curses, and Anna Sprout was hardly containing her need to rush off to grab a Mandrake or four to kill off those responsible. Albus Dumbledore however, was ready to wrap the Muggle relations of Harry in a big red bow and send them to Voldemort, lovingly asking the creature to put his torture session in a pensieve for him to enjoy later.

None of that mattered though, right now all that mattered was getting to Harry. And that's just what they did. Albus, Severus, Minerva, Emily, Filius and Anna made their way through the front gates and to the edge of the anti-apparation wards before apparating seemingly in-sync with one another to Privet Drive. None of them had bothered with Muggle clothing, and didn't care about the stares they were getting.

Albus made one request as they walked towards the house, "If any of you feel the need to use unforgivables, please alert me so that I may look the other way first."

Shocked slightly, everyone murmured their agreement and continued to the house. Albus had only been this pissed off a few times in his life, at the murder of his wife, Athena, and the murder of his daughter and son-in-law, Adara and Jason Potter. His grandson, James and his wife Lily's death had almost resulted in Albus hexing everyone in sight. But his great-grandson being treated the way no one on this earth deserved, made him more pissed off then all those times put together.

And he hadn't seen the boy yet.

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Soon they stopped in front of the house and Albus debated not bothering to knock or ring the bell but did anyways. Dudley opened the door, and upon seeing the angry faces of five fully grown Wizards and Witches with their wands out and drawn, squeaked before yelling, "Mum! Dad! Those freaks are here!"

Vernon grabbed his riffle, Petunia standing next to him with a smug look on her face and they walked to the door, Dudley hiding behind them. Severus didn't wait for noise to come out of their mouths before muttering an "Accio Riffle."

Albus ground out between clenched teeth, "I believe in the letter I left with Harry the day I left him on your doorstep, I specifically warned against abuse of any kind. I believe I also warned you that you'd suffer from Wizarding standards, NOT Muggle ones. I'm tempted to throw you to Voldemort. Where the bloody hell is my great-grandson and what have you done to him?"

Vernon, not understanding that upsetting Albus Dumbledore was possibly the stupidest thing in the entire world to do, smirked and said, "He'll likely be dead as he should be soon. He's nothing but a worthless, waste of space that was no better then either of his no-good parents."

Petunia, however, paled significantly realizing who the Wizard that stood before her was having heard about him from Lily. Dudley, however added on for good show, "Now maybe Mum will have the proper use of her cupboard back. The little rat's been taking up space in it far too long."

Every glass item inside their house burst and broke. Every light bulb, every mirror, every vase, every plate, every picture frame, every window, anything that had glass at all. The fireplace roared full of fire, the house shook slightly, and the Dursleys seemed to realize their mistake. They now had six exceptionally pissed off Wizards and Witches in front of them. They didn't have a snowballs chance in hell.

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