Harry Potter stood in an extremely high-roofed chamber, deep under the surface of Muggle, indeed wizard, too, London. Rage was coursing through his veins, building and manifesting into pure, undiluted, Dark Magic. This was not the kind of Dark Magic many are used to, though. This is magic at its purest, long ago banned for fear of its possibilities. No, this Dark Magic is wrongfully named. This is magic once used for saving peoples lives, eradicating disease in whole villages a competent user passed through. But, when a user of Pure Magic turned evil, his magic could destroy thousands at his will. Finally, Harry Potter could stand no more. He had spent an entire year developing his Pure Magic skills, and they would be put to the ultimate test. Can he withstand the temptation to succumb to his powers, or will he control his temper, something that has been very difficult for him since his Fifth Year…
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Summer Before Sixth Year At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…Harry Potter was awoken by his cousin's snores. 'Fat, filthy Muggle' he thought bitterly. The Dursley's, the Muggle family that Harry lived with over the summer, had denied Harry permission to go to the one thing he loved about the summer holidays; Going to the Burrow. It was still two more weeks until Dumbledore said he would come and take Harry himself, and eight more weeks again until he would start his sixth year at Hogwarts. He was looking forward greatly to this new year, because it meant he would receive his Ordinary Wizarding Levels (OWLs), and he still had a whole year until he had to take his Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests (NEWTs). As always though, Harry was forced to labour for his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon Dursley during the summer holidays, if he wanted to be fed, that is. This particular day, they wanted him to re-arrange the living room for them. Fortunately for Harry, Dumbledore had taken it upon himself to remove the Restriction of Underage Wizardry on the Dursley's property, in case of another event like the one that happened last summer in Surrey…
'Harry Potter! Wake up this instant! Come down here and get to work! You have a ton day of chores to do!' his Aunt Petunia screeched at him. He quickly jumped out of bed and got dressed into some old jeans and a singlet. He walked down the stairs, and stole a piece of toast from the table before heading into the living room to start his job. Quietly, he looked around the room. He drew his wand from its holster on his thigh and muttered, 'Admoveo Ornamentum' The couches and tables flew into the air and hovered, waiting for a second command. 'Adsimilis Tabula'. The tables and couches moved into position, before 'Finite Incantate' was cast to lower them back into position. This was all done very quickly, so as not to alert the Dursleys to his doing of magic, or he would surely not be fed for the two weeks he had left at Number Four, Privit Drive. The Dursleys had never removed the locks from Harry's second summer, just in case, so he ran back up to his bedroom and locked the door. He slid on his stomach to his bed, and pulled up the loose floorboard. He yanked out the sack containing his school supplies. Harry released the drawstring, and pulled out an ink and quill. For his birthday, Hermione, who had been on an oriental holiday, had bought him a Chinese quill set. Harry decided to use this today, as he was sending her a letter. He carefully cast a spell to fill up the small dish with water, and then proceeded to dip the ink stick in and grind it onto the ink stone. When he was finished setting up, he dipped the quill into the homemade ink, and started to write.
Dear Hermione,
How have you been? Your quill set works great, I love it! Are you enjoying China? The only Chinese thing I have ever seen is "Special Fried Rice" Haha. Anyway, are you going to the Burrow with Ron these holidays? If you are, I hope I will see you there. I really miss you Hermione. I hope you can come. Rons a good friend and all, but sometimes he really missed important little things that you never fail to pick up on.
Love,
Harry
Harry had been feeling his friends' absence, and he just felt so lost without her. He had felt alone without Hermione since the very first year he had met her, although it had gotten progressively worse over the years. This year, he felt like he was splitting apart from the inside. He finished his letter, gave it to Hedwig, who took it in her mouth, and flopped down on his bed. He gently took off his glasses and fell asleep again.