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Just for anyone who hasn't already noticed, this is going to be a superpower Harry story and if you got a problem with that then just stop reading.

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Chapter Five: The Revelations

Harry could not get enough of all of the training he was getting for the past month. He was no longer the weak and skinny teenager, but a muscular young man. More than 8 hours a day he was at the Evans's either training on his combat skills or weight training. Harry was at least three times as strong as he was when he first began and could now give Mr. Evans a challenge when fighting him. Harry took to calling Mr. Evans sensei to show his gratitude and appreciation for all that he was doing for him. Though Mr. Evans told Harry to stop calling him that name, he looked thoroughly pleased and prided each time Harry did. Even the Dursleys were being nicer to him. They would now give him good full sized meals and they were learning things from each other. One could call it a type of mutualism. Harry would help Mr. Dursley with his work by calculating figures to reduce time. He was also helping his aunt and even Dudley. Dudley was intrigued by the new martial arts styles that Harry was learning. He couldn't believe that there was more than way to knock someone cold let alone it actually working. Dudley was Harry's sparring partner during the weekends and they would enjoy every second of it, even if they would never admit it. With the new training, Dudley started to keep away from alcohol and other drugs that his friends were using. Aunt Petunia couldn't have been happier for her son for "standing up to peer pressure," and practically kissed Harry when he said that Dudley lost sixty pounds in two weeks. Yes it was a very strange and yet good summer for Harry Potter. The only thing that did get on his nerves from time to time was the Order's constant refusal to let him know of anything that Voldemort was doing. Harry could now sense the Order members watching him from out of the bushes or beside the doorway. Harry at first thought that it was part of his new combat skills, but he began noticing many other changes around him. Once when he was meditating in Mr. Evans backyard, he was literally lifted of the ground by some very strong winds. But that wasn't the strange part (well not the strangest); it was that it was only supporting him. Everything else was untouched by this sudden gust of air, but Harry started to float off the ground. Another time, Harry was trying to get the hose to work so he could water the Dursley's plants, and it suddenly started to spray water all over the place. When he went back to turn the nozzle off, he found that it already was and that the water was still squirting out of it like fireworks on July 4th. Something strange was definitely going on, and Harry wanted to find out what it was. The only downside to his summer was the ever present annoyance of the lack of information given too him. Unfortunately, for him at least, the Order of the Phoenix thought it best that he "recover" from Sirius's sudden departure from this world. So obviously the Order of the Phoenix told him absolutely nothing for the second summer in a row. This could actually work to his advantage however. If he didn't know what they were doing, then they wouldn't exactly know what he was doing either. Like whenever he started to work out and go to Mr. Evans's, he would scan the area for Order members so he could lose them or wait until they left so he could do whatever he wanted without them knowing. The Order would never know what hit them when they found out what Harry's new abilities were. Harry loved his new strengths. He just wished that he could use them on a Death Eater. Harry was going to be to be the strongest man he could be; both for himself and Sirius. Harry had memorized every book between first and sixth year and could recite parts of it by heart. He even doubted that Hermione knew that much. Harry knew he needed to know more though. Little jinxes and hexes weren't going to win a battle against Voldemort however. He needed to learn more and get more knowledge. He just didn't know how. Harry was not going to be anyone's tool or toy anymore. He was going to live his life how he liked it and no way else. Harry was meditating in his room at midnight on July 30 when he heard a tapping at his window. Surprised to see any owls with Dumbledore stopping any letters from coming, he turned to open his window and let the animal in. He stopped in his tracks however when he saw what animal was staring back at him through his small bedroom window. It was a black phoenix with stunning yellow stripes running down its sides like lightning bolts. The magnificent creature sung a trill note as if to tell Harry, "Let's get going. We don't have all the time in the world." Harry, still gaping at the phoenix, opened his window to let it into his modest room. The phoenix flew around the room once and dropped a letter on Harry's bed. Just as Harry was getting Hedwig's cage ready for the phoenix to rest inside of, the phoenix flew out the left open window and disappeared in the dark, black night. Harry held the letter that the phoenix dropped in his hands pondering whether to open it or not. Deciding that Aunt Petunia's blood protection charm would keep him safe from any dark or evil magic, Harry opened the letter. The writing on the parchment had a neat yet not perfect style and filled most of the paper. Harry started to read the mysterious letter, hoping to find out who sent it and how they got it past Dumbledore's nets.

Dear young Harry,

Hello Harry. I know that we have not yet met, but hopefully we shall soon. You are currently gaining interesting powers that you cannot explain but that are definitely there. This will hopefully all be explained to you in this letter. The reason why you are undergoing all of these changes is that you are a Chaos Sorcerer. I cannot explain what a Chaos Sorcerer is in this letter, but you will learn soon enough. I am writing this to tell you that and something else that is both a good and bad thing. The good part of it is that you will come of age for a Chaos sorcerer on your sixteenth birthday and your powers will come to you not in full, but to a moderate amount. It is up to you to train your new powers and find some more to become as powerful as you hope. The bad part of this "transformation" is that it will be very painful. Your body will be reconstructed to hold the new power bestowed upon you, so many of your bones and muscles will be broken and reassembled to be able to handle the great amount power added to your soul energy. The amount of time your in pain depends on how powerful you are going to be. So it may be ranging from half an hour to the record of twelve hours (that guy died because of a power overload.) Also, any blocks on your magical abilities that someone has put on you will be taken away so that they will be at full. The final part of this change is that two weeks after it takes place, you will be taken to the School of the Forbidden Arts. Again I am sorry that I can't tell you more but it is best explained once you are there. In this school, you will train with others who have received the Gift of Faih and will develop your abilities to unfathomable levels. More will be explained in due time. Again, I'm sorry that I can't give you anymore knowledge of what is about to happen to you.

Sincerely your hopefully future friend, Andrais

Harry could have laughed out loud. If this was true then he had learned more from a stranger who he has never met than he has from his friends who he has known for just about six years. Harry's joy faded from his face however as he read the part about the intense pain he was going to undergo.

'I wonder if this is worse than the Cruciatus Cures. If it is, I wonder if I'll survive long enough to use these new 'powers.'

Harry however was a little worried about how these people knew everything about him and yet he seemed to know nothing about them. He didn't even know if these people wanted to hurt him or not. For all he knew, this could be some ploy of Voldemort's to capture him. Harry however knows that he is the only one who knows about these changes, so how could anyone else know about them unless they had them themselves or had some sort of detectors.

'It has to be that. I doubt even Voldemort would know about any powers that I have receiving let alone what I have been doing this summer.'

Harry decided he that he'd better be prepared for the event tonight so if it did happen, he wouldn't be screaming in broad daylight, and if it didn't work, he would know that it would be some kind of sick trick or a trap of Voldemort's.

'I had better tell Mr. Evans and the Dursleys that I'm going to be changing, for better or for worse. The Order doesn't have to know of this. This would actually let me operate under an alter ego. Things are going to get weird if this 'transformation occurs.'

Harry decided that it was best that he sleep, thinking of what could happen to him in just a few hours. When Harry awoke the same morning, he remembered to tell the Dursleys and Mr. Evans of what's going to happen to him. Harry changed into new clothes and went downstairs to the kitchen to get some breakfast. When he got down there, he found that the Dursleys were already awake.

"Hey cuz. Wanna have a little competition to get the day started?"

Dudley was always asking Harry to have a fight with him during the day to improve his karate skills. Harry would usually accept, but today was not a day of fun.

"Sorry Dudley, but I got some things to do today."

Dudley looked a little disappointed but got over it quickly as Aunt Petunia came in with a large plate filled with pancakes, sausages, bacon, and syrup.

"You two had better eat up. With Dudley losing so much weight and Harry as skinny as a bone, the neighbors are going to think that we are starving you two," she said to Harry and Dudley with a smile.

"Nonsense mother (Dudley's vocabulary went from fifty words to a normal person's while spending time with Harry). Everyone knows that we are the best family in the neighborhood."

Mr. Dursley smiled at his son and looked at his watch.

"Holy @#@% (VERNON!!!!). I'm late for work. Bye Petunia. Dudley. Harry."

And with that, Uncle Vernon dashed out the door to his car and drove off like a drunken teenager.

Harry decided that it was time for him to go too.

"Well I best get done what I need to do. See ya Dudders. Bye Aunt Petunia."

Harry left the house with a smile on his face. Who knew that after fifteen years of being the Dursley's slave or abnormal addition to their pleasant household that Harry could befriend his family? Harry decided that he would go down to the Evans's household first. Harry could now run for five straight miles at fifteen miles per hour after all of his training. When he got there he saw Mark and his father training in the backyard. Harry waited for them to finish so not to be rude. Mark wasn't half bad a fighter himself. He was going to get his green belt in a month, and maybe in a few years be a black belt. Harry could tell that his father was going easy on him. When they were done, Harry walked up to them.

"Hey Harry. How are you doing? Taking your usual jog or come by to get beaten once again," said Mr. Evans with a grin. Mr. Evans had always taken the pleasure of showing Harry "who's boss" in martial arts.

"No Mr. Evans. I have come over to tell you that I'm going on a trip and won't be able to see you for a few days."

Mr. Evans frowned slightly and a pained look took over his face. It seemed to Harry that he was having some type of internal battle. After a few moments he nodded as if to make whatever he wanted to do final and looked at Harry.

"Harry I think I have something to show you."

Mr. Evans walked inside with a confused Mark and Harry following behind him. Mr. Evans walked up two flights of stairs to the attic and started to rummage in some boxes.

"Harry. Has it ever occurred to you that your mother and I have the same last names?"

Harry looked shocked for a second or two, but then comprehension began to dawn on his face when Mr. Evans gave him an old picture. It had the images of three children in it, all about twelve. One looked exactly like Mark, another like a younger version of Aunt Petunia, and the final one looked exactly like...

"Your mother Harry was my cousin. She and Petunia used to come over to my family's house every summer and swim in the local lake. I'm sorry that I couldn't tell you this earlier, but well, I thought that it may be a very large shock and that I would lose you forever."

A thousand questions were burning in Harry's head like bonfires do in dry summers.

"Why wasn't I ever told about this?"

"No one knew if you are talking about wizards outside of James. We used to do what you and I have been doing for the past month. The only people who did other than James were our two families."

"How come you never told me when I was younger?"

"I didn't know that you lived here. When I found that a boy named Harry Potter with black hair and green eyes lived in the town of Little Whinging, I and my family immediately moved."

This was just too much for Harry. First he gets a strange letter and now this. Harry started to feel weak and dizzy and the next thing he saw was blackness.

"I think he's coming around dad."

Harry opened his eyes to see Mark standing over him with a worried look on his face and Mr. Evans putting wet towels on Harry's head.

"You gave us quite a scare Harry. How are you feeling?"

"Fine. My head just hurts a little."

"Now Harry I need to ask you a question."

"Sure."

"Why did you say that you were going away for a week when I know that Dumbledore has you under house arrest?"

"Well...uh...I got a letter last night that said that I was going to undergo some painful changes when I turn sixteen, and I didn't want to get you worried or anything."

"As thoughtful as that is Harry, I know that Dumbledore has not allowed any post to come to or from you so that can't be the right reason."

"As strange as it may seem, I did receive post from a black phoenix. That is why I am taking this seriously."

Mr. Evans eyed Harry suspiciously.

"Mr. Evans, have I ever lied to you about anything before?"

Mr. Evans face softened at this comment and came back to normal.

"Ok Harry. I believe you. Just be careful when this thing happens. I still want to see the son of my departed cousin."

Harry was filled with sadness for this man who may lose everything attached to his mother this very night.

"Don't worry John, I'll be fine. Just wait."

Mr. Evans smiled.

"Good Harry. I can now live in piece. Oh, looked at the time. It's already 7:00. You had better get home and get ready for this thing."

"Bye... Uncle."

And Harry hugged Mr. Evans and dashed out the door running toward the Dursleys.

Mr. Evans watched his new nephew run into the distance with happiness and new found joy.

"That boy will always be part of my family."

Harry was running home in hopes that he would be able to get everything ready for tonight's 'transformation.' The first thing he would have to do was tell the Dursleys as they no nothing about what is going to happen. When he arrived home, the Dursleys were getting dinner ready.

Aunt Petunia was the first to see Harry.

"You came just in time Harry. Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes."

Harry looked uneasily at the Dursleys for what he was about to tell them.

"What is it Harry? Did something happen?"

"Well, no. At least not yet. You see, yesterday I received a letter telling me that I am going to undergo a transformation so that I can contain my new magic."

The Dursleys looked confused, but let Harry continue.

"Well, the thing is about this transformation, it's going to be very painful and I may be screaming for hours."

"That's horrible Harry. Is there any way that we can help?"

"I was thinking that we should try and close all of the windows and doors in my room so I don't alert the neighbors that something's wrong, and maybe do some other things to make the house a bit more sound proof."

The Dursleys all looked at each other waiting for someone to suggest something when Dudley (as strange as it may seem) got an idea.

"I once heard that jeans absorb some sound on the discovery channel last week."

"Good idea son. So what we need to do is cover the doorway with jean material and maybe parts of the window so sound doesn't get out."

"Let's try it. What's the worst that could happen?"

The Dursleys and Harry got to work. First they found all the jean material in the house that they could find, and then began taping it to the walls and doors. Once they were finished they decided to test the theory out.

"Ok Harry, start yelling."

The Dursleys heard a small sound coming out of Harry's room and concluded that it worked. By now it was 11:00 and everyone was beginning to tire.

"Well we best be getting off to bed. Good luck Harry."

And with that, the Dursleys all walked to their separate rooms to await the slumber that Harry wasn't going to get. Harry thought it best to recheck everything before he went into his "pain- taking" position. When Harry found that everything was in place and working like it should be, it was 11:45.

'Let's do the final preparations then, and get this over with. I hope this isn't more than a few hours. After all, the longest one was twelve hours.'

Harry sat on his bed and awaited the final countdown. With one minute left, Harry stuck a sock in his mouth so that he wouldn't bite off his tongue in all of the pain.

'10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...0'

The clock struck 12:00 and it was officially Harry's birthday. At first, Harry thought nothing was happening and that it was a fake when he started to feel a strange sensation in his stomach. And just as suddenly it started, it exploded outward to every part of his body in nerve racking pain. This was at least a thousand times more painful than the Cruciatus Curse and it wasn't relenting in its fury. It felt as if every organ, bone, and muscle in his body was being ripped apart (which could have possibly been happening.) Harry could only keep conscious for a few seconds before blacking out.

'Where am I?'

Harry was in a pure white place of ...well, nothing. There were no plants, trees, sky animals. It was just there.

'ZARIAN!!!!'

The booming voice that said the name seemed to come from all around the void. Harry was intrigued to know who the voice belonged to.

'Your coming has been written down in the book of life for eons and now it is time for you to face your destiny.'

"Who are you and why do you tell me these things?"

The voice however either ignored the question or didn't hear it for it kept on speaking in the same powerful tone.

'You must bring balance to the fight ahead Zarian for if you fail all life will perish, both in this world and in every other. Take your sword and follow the path set before you. Don't fight your fate for if you do then existence will not be anymore. Take up your shield and guide the worlds to forever eternity. This is your battle Zarian, the battle of life.'

Harry felt himself returning to his body, but there was no more pain. Instead every part of his body was stiff and rigid. He tried to call for help, but his voice was completely gone. Harry just hoped that someone would come in soon. Harry must have had God on his side that day for almost the second he thought that, Dudley walked in, probably to check on him. When he saw that Harry wasn't screaming and was looking at him straight in the eye, he called for his mother and father to come up.

"How are you doing Harry? I thought you said this metamorphosis would only take a few hours."

Harry looked at Dudley confusion written all over his face.

"You were screaming in pain for the past three days straight Harry. WE all thought that you were going to die."

Harry was shocked to say the least.

'I thought that they said that it only takes a few hours and that the longest ever was half a day. Well, it looks like I'm a freak wherever I go.'

Aunt Petunia was the first one after Dudley to see Harry.

"Here Harry, drink this. It will help your throat recover from all of that screaming you were doing."

Harry graciously accepted the soothing drink and quenched his thirst. Uncle Vernon came soon after to see Harry.

"How are you doing Harry? You had us all worried with you flailing around like a wounded animal. Don't do that ever again."

He then broke into a smile.

"If you do then who will water the bushes."

Harry would have laughed if he could have, but unfortunately he was still a mute.

Aunt Petunia suddenly became very Madam Pomphreyish.

"Everyone out. Harry needs his rest and he's not going to get any with you all talking to him like idiotic fools. Now out!!!!!"

She then manhandled her husband and Dudley out and turned to Harry.

"Get some sleep Harry. You're going to need your energy to recover."

Once they were out of the room, Harry once again fell into a deep slumber, however, this time it was a pleasurable one, not tormenting. It was a dreamless sleep, and Harry couldn't have been happier. When he woke up again, he found that he was healed or that he had recovered on his own and ran downstairs to see the Dursleys. They were all at the table talking about Harry's condition.

"Why did you kick us out mom? For all you knew he could have been in pain or something as an after effect of what he went through."

"He needed his sleep darling. That is the only thing that is going to really help him recover from all that he went through."

Based on the way they were talking, Harry would have thought that they had just left his room. But that couldn't be possible, could it?

"Hi everyone. I'm back from my slumber time."

The Dursleys jumped out of their seats to see who was talking to them only to find Harry staring at them from the stairs with a grin on his face.

"But how Harry? You only just went asleep a few minutes ago and now you're in perfectly good shape. How is that possible?"

"It must be the new powers that I just received. That's the only way I could imagine it happening so fast."

"Well, who cares? As long as you're fine we're happy," said a gleeful Dudley.

Harry smiled at his cousin. It wasn't everyday that you get a nice complement from Dudley Dursley. Harry was going to visit the Evans's, but for the moment, he was going to enjoy the happy atmosphere.

A few hours later, Harry left to visit the Evans's. He wondered what they had been doing while going through his metamorphosis. When he arrived, Mark and Mr. Evans were once again fighting. It lasted a few more minutes when Mr. Evans ended the fight with a gut punch and a quick thrust with his foot. Mark was on the ground probably recovering the wind knocked out of him while his father was explaining what he did wrong. Harry decided to greet them as now the little battle was over.

"Hey, Mark. Hey, Mr. Evans."

Mr. Evans and his son stared at him a few seconds before recognizing who it was.

"Harry? Is that you?"

"Of course it's me. Why?"

"How tall were you before your transformation Harry?"

"I'd say about 5' 10"."

"Well, you're definitely at least 6' 4" now."

"WHAT!!??"

"Yes, and your body and face have changed too. I wonder... would you mind fighting me Harry?"

"Sure, but your going to beat me like you always do."

Mr. Evans merely shrugged and said, "Perhaps, perhaps."

Mr. Evans and Harry faced each other and the fight began. Harry didn't know what was going on but he could tell where each one of Mr. Evans's attacks were going to be, and he seemed to be watching him in a sort of "slow- motion."

'Right high kick, jump left, feint right punch to left mid kick.'

Harry was scared by his new found abilities but decided to use them to his advantage. After a swinging reverse punch, Harry dodged left and threw a right hook that connected with his opponents jaw. Mr. Evans was lifted into the air by the power of it, but before he even landed on the ground, Harry used a spinning axe kick that threw Mr. Evans very quickly into the ground. "I give up. I give up," shouted Mr. Evans as he got up.

Harry still in his battle stance lowered his guard and as he realized what just happened.

"I beat you. I won."

"You did kid and I won't say that it was lucky. I couldn't even land a finger on you let alone a fist. I think that 'transformation' did a lot more than just change your appearance."

Mark, healed from his earlier fight with his dad, ran up to Harry in amazement.

"Wow Harry. I've never seen anyone defeat my dad before. It was..."

Mark stuttered a few seconds before finding the right word for it.

"Incredible. I hope I get to see that again."

"Well, you best be getting home Harry. It's just about dinner time and I bet your family wants to see you."

"Probably. See ya Mr. Evans. See ya Mark."

Harry began jogging back to his house to see the Dursleys. When he got there, the Dursleys were setting up dinner. Harry was starving. You would be too if you didn't have food for three days in a row.

"Hey Dursleys. I'm back."

"Hello Harry. We're just starting dinner and you had better join. It's been just too darn depressing with you not around." Dudley was looking at him with the utmost sincerity.

"Thanks Dudders."

It was like a hurricane hit the table when Harry began eating. There was food flying everywhere. Some hitting the walls, fellow Dursleys, Mrs. Figgs cat, and so on. Harry was very very hungry and he was going to eat to his hearts content. It took Harry two minutes to clean every piece of food from the plates that were once filled to the brim with food. The Dursleys could only stare at Harry after seeing what he did. Dudley was the first to speak up.

"Harry, if you could fight like you eat, I think that you could destroy all of london by just blowing on it."

"Thanks Dudley. Sorry to leave so early but I think that I need to get some more sleep. Night all."

Harry dashed up the stairs and into his bedroom. He took a long hot shower to clean himself of the past three days' filth. He looked at himself in the mirror after it was done and nearly dropped his towel. His whole face complexion had changed and that was nothing compared to what happened to his body. His face was a lot more angled and he no longer looked like his father's twin, but a totally new person. His body changed drastically also. He was no longer the scrawny little child that had once lived in this house, but a full grown man with meat on his bones. His new muscles rippled with power and he could only imagine what he could soon do with them. He was also six inches taller. He could probably walk right under the Orders' noses and they wouldn't know that it was him. He suddenly got an idea and decided to put it forth in the morning. Right now he was just too tired to think or do too much of anything. Harry got changed into some pajamas and flopped onto his bed. Almost immediately, Harry fell asleep.

Wow. Definitely my longest chapter yet. Its got about 5139 words in it. Remember to vote on who you think Harry should pair with. See ya for now.

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