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A.N. For those of you who didn't catch on, the last chapter was for Wormtail. Now, here's Harry's P.O.V. It's basically going to be like this for the rest of the fic.
Felony Melanie- I'd like to point out the fact that I'm a girl too, but I don't believe in love, or romance. Anyways, Wormtail does deserved to get stepped on, but I'm going to need him later. Anyway, thanks for the review.
Blondie: Thankx. J
"What is love but an extreme form of possession?"
Anyway, Please Review.
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Harry gritted his teeth, and for the two hundredth time, he tried to yank the collar off his neck.
Normally, the simple metal band would have fallen to his magic and physical strength. But this was not a normal situation.
The band/collar around his neck was etched with various symbols, wards, which kept his newly found powers from activating.
Harry finally took his hands off the collar and started banging his head against the table.
Each jolt of pain reminded him that this was not a dream.
He didn't belong back at Hogwarts. He didn't want to be at Hogwarts.
He was supposed to be off, starting to put his plan into motion. He was supposed to be honing his powers for the final battle.
Not against the half-blooded idiot Riddle, but against the power of the world itself.
Pushing his plans from his mind, Harry instead, thought back to the previous year.
During the summer, living with the Dursleys got to an all time low.
Forcing him to work all day and night, starving him to the point where he would faint from fatigue and hunger, breaking his leg, the list went on.
After about a month and a half, Harry had finally snapped.
His powers rippled, finally setting into motion what should have taken place years before.
Not even a few moments had passed when wizards and witches appeared.
Not the normal morons the ministry, but powerful members from the ancient brotherhood, the Synticate.
The Synticate were special people, trained to use the power Phalexix, an ancient power thought to have been lost to time centuries ago.
They had whisked Harry away to their halls, located deep in the earth.
There, time passed so slowly, spending a year there was like day in the upper level of the earth. They, however, would age in normal wizarding years.
Harry had trained, after learning of his destiny.
15 years passed as his magical power grew, almost becoming too much for his mortal body.
Suddenly, the Teacher came forward.
He had taught Harry in the ways of the V'Rashka, which translated loosely into immortal power.
Years slowly passed as Harry trained, surpassing even his teacher in his ability. When he finally reached the impossible limit of his powers, he had killed his teacher, a wearied old man after eons of searching for the destined.
Harry had taken this man's position as Teacher, and honed a few promising in the ways of the power, and sent them back into the world, into positions where they would serve the Teacher.
Harry had been in the process of slowly training setting his plan into motion when he had been "seen"
He was up in the wizarding world, looking for horn of the Rashia bird when who happened to spot him but McGonagall.
At the time, he was meeting with various members of the Synticate, who could easily have passed for dark members.
Harry had managed to escape back into the timeless halls when he had been betrayed.
Quite a few lesser members had passed information to Hogwarts, and after joining their powers, they had somehow managed to slip a stunning potion into Harry's drink, and had handed him over to Albus Dumbledore.
When Harry had awoken, he found his powers quickly being locked away by powerful wards.
With the last visible signs of struggle, Harry had taken his revenge on those who had betrayed him. But that burst of power had kept him trapped him at Hogwarts.
He could go only so far into the Forbidden when Dumbledore and McGonagall would learn of his whereabouts.
Suddenly, a loud burst of sound knocked Harry out of his memories.
Hermione was asking, rather interrogating, him about where he had been his entire 6th year.
Harry had growled at her, which had made her quiet down, but he couldn't help smirk to himself as he remembered the many of years of fine tuning his magic and body in every way possible.
After he had found a way to remove the wards, the world would fall
Suddenly, the combined voices of Ron and Ginny snapped him back to attention again.
Growling at them, they quieted down, much like Hermione. However, Harry couldn't retreat back into his memories.
He had watched the dull sorting ceremony, and had a hard time not cursing everyone into oblivion as the old senile bastard rose to speak.
After introducing the new DADA teacher and laying down the rules for the year, the food arrived.
Harry scanned the table, wondering for the first time, exactly what they were serving, when his eyes rested on the mint leaves.
His eyes brightened as he carefully took a few and started to use his fork so they turned into a messy green pulp. He was eating through this so no one would notice his actions.
Next, his hands strayed to the apples, an after carefully removing the seeds, he rolled them in the pulp and swallowed them.
His neck gave a little tingle under the band as his power organized under the brutal strain of the wards.
Mint, was, rather hard to get 600 feet underground.
Casting his eyes over to the head table, he caught sight of the old senile bastard and his accomplice talking with lowered voices. No doubt discussing his current position.
Harry quickly doubled his eating pace as he kept one eye trained toward the two at the head table, trying to decipher what they were saying.
After straining his eyes, trying to read lips, Harry shook his head, and gave up.
He was used to waiting. He would manage to remove the bands by himself, and complete his plans, and initiate Sirius.
After he thought about this for awhile, he realized that he not have to yet remove the wards to plan, and planned to send Sirius an owl as soon as Sirius came back from Cambodia, on a mission for the Order of the Phoenix.
Actually, Sirius was a spy for Harry, keeping him notified of Order doings, and mostly on Albus Dumbledore.
After a long time of scratching his shin and mumbling to himself, Harry noticed he was drawing far too much attention for his taste. Shooting Dumbledore one last hateful look, he swept out of the great hall.