Harry Potter and the Heir to Power

by Magic Monk Of Monkey

Harry finds himself growing more and more powerful after an accident that involves his own magic- staffs, new powers, and whatever else shows up

2. The Word

Harry Potter and the Heir to Power

Chapter 2: The Word

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot…. The rest is JK's (we all know who that is…if you don't, its JK Rowling)

A/N: thanks to the 2 reviewers that gave me reviews for the epilogue- Flaming Aussie and Two Black Poodles

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He awoke, but did not open his eyes yet… they were squeezed tightly shut, as if he was concentrating intently on a small spot in his eyelids that he didn't want to lose sight of. He suddenly slipped out from under the covers, rolling off his bed and landing on the floor just as a sharpened kitchen knife struck itself deep into the mattress where he had been laying only moments before. He quickly flattened himself on the floor as another shining, silver knife swung right through the spot in the air where his head had been, causing him to feel a sudden current of rushing air flow over him. Flipping over onto his back, he bent his knees to his chest, letting his calves stick upwards for a second before he swung them through the air, landing on his feet. Turning his body slightly out of the way and to the right, he kicked diagonally to his left, slapping another flying knife into the opened hand by his side.

The knife, however, began to elongate itself into a beautifully shining sword that seemed to bend the light softly around it, causing it to shimmer slightly, as if in between its owner and itself there was a barrier of swelteringly hot air. Another knife shot suddenly out of the air, and instead of dodging this one, the boy met it straight on, his sword poised vertically in front of him. His muscles flexed for a bit as the knife made contact with his blade. The knife, however, didn't just fall to the ground. It began to fall, but half-way down, it stopped, then flew out of the open door, and down the stairs to the right of it. The sword decreased in size, and once again it was a knife, which proceeded to follow the other one. The two others formed the end of the line, and as the last one disappeared, he opened his eyes.

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Harry Potter walked down the stairs to the kitchen, wearing only a pair of jeans over his boxers, his muscular upper body exposed to the world. He smiled a very small smile to himself when he saw that the kitchen knives were all in their place, and started to cook a breakfast consisting of eggs and bacon. The smell soon wafted to the higher floor, and entered the rooms of Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley. Sitting up in his bed with a grunt, Dudley heard his stomach rumbling, a memorial to of the "horrid, horrid dark shadow of evil that should not be given to my poor little Duddikins", as his mother had taken to calling it. It was more commonly known as a diet, and it obviously wasn't taking much effect, as Dudley was still growing much larger. Getting up from his bed with another of his famous grunts, he waddled to the door of his room, his fat shimmering slightly as waves rippled through it.

Harry could hear the stairs creak under the weight of a killer wale, and decided that his cousin Dudley was coming down them and was going to try to persuade him to give him the eggs. He chuckled slightly as he thought about the look that was going to be on Dudley's face when he was completely refused the eggs with a response of 'no', something he hadn't heard of very often, as he was probably the most spoiled living being in all of Britian, if not Europe.

Sure enough, Dudley's large shadow appeared at the bottom of the stairs, and tried to sneak along to the kitchen with the element of surprise.

'Yeah, as if you could miss him from this close!', Harry thought to himself, suppressing the laughter that over-came him as Dudley 'crept' behind him. He pulled out four plates from a cabinet by his feet, and placed them on the table, along with silver-wear for all of them. He turned back to the stove and flipped the bacon.

"Grab the orange juice and the cucumber from the fridge, Dudley.", Dudley jumped slightly, and Harry could have sworn that the house shook a bit. Dudley turned around, however, and without a word grabbed the items from the fridge, and gave them silently to Harry, who began to cut eight slices of cucumber. He then placed them on one of the plates, and on the rest he distributed the eggs and bacon, making sure to put more on two of the plates than the other.

"Oh, no you don't, Dudley. Your mum wouldn't be very happy if you ate anything other than the diet, now would she?", Harry sprouted as Dudley tried to sit in two (he couldn't fit on one) of the chairs in front of the plates of eggs and bacon.

"I'll just tell her that you told me that I could have what they were having.", Dudley sneered back, not noticing that a handful of spoons had floated in the air behind him, only noticing once they were surrounding him, leaving him no chance of escape. Harry crossed his arms.

"Is that so, Dudley?", He asked, staring at Dudley with narrowed eyes, as if to say "You say yes and you'll find yourself impaled on the end of a spoon. Muahaha."

"N-n-no.", Was the stuttered response. The spoons flew back together neatly, with a few 'clinks', then hovered gently into the drawer that had opened itself for them. Dudley was wide eyed.

"B-b-but your na-not allowed t-to use… it… outsi-si-side of school! Mum and Dad said!", he exclaimed, once he thought it safe to do so. Harry sighed slightly and resigned himself to ignoring Dudley completely, sitting down in front of the plate with the less amount of food, and began to pile it all in. He remembered how he had learned about being able to do magic outside of Hogwarts.

T/a\T

He walked into Flourish and Blotts, the bookstore for witches and wizards. On entrance, he pulled from his jeans pocket a list of books he would need for his next school year at Hogwarts, and began to search through the store for the books he would need, not wanting to draw any attention to himself. He soon had almost all of his books, and all that was left was The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Five, and Intermediate Transfiguration. However, when Harry reached up to grab The Standard Book of Spells, a group of books came down with it. Swearing lightly to himself as he picked up the books, one particular one caught his eye, and instead of putting it back up with the others, he put it in his bag with the rest of his school books.

And then, once again, when he reached up to grab Intermediate Transfiguration, he pulled down three extra books, which landed on his head, foot, and nose. However, when he looked down to his foot and saw the title, he stopped muttering darkly to himself, instead switching to and excited, soft ramble. He snatched the two others from the floor, and glanced at their titles with anxious eyes. Once again, he shoved them all into his bag, and walked swiftly to the clerk, putting the bag on the counter, and letting the clerk mutter the titles of the books to himself as the quill in front of him wrote down the prices.

"lets see here, Standard book of Spells, Grade Five… Intermediate Transfiguration…and…Undetectable Magic-How To Keep From Being Noticed…The Magical Martial Arts…Wand-less Transfiiguration…and lastly…Controlling Time- How To Transfigure Your Seconds Into Days . Sir, that'll be fifty Galleons, fourteen Sickles, and five Knuts." He said the last part out loud to Harry, who quickly spooned out the money onto the counter, and grabbed the books so that he could rush out-side and read the books.

Once he had arrived at the Dursley household, he had rushed up the stairs, and begun to read Undetectable Magic, practicing what the book said, finding that much of it was the theory sort of things, and that only wand-less magic could go undetected. After he had read that one, he had read the Wand-less Transfiguration book, and found that he could apply the 'undetectable' theories to mostly all of the spells. After that, he had read his normal school books, which then seemed pretty easy, and done his summer homework, which appeared even easier. All of this had taken about three weeks, after which he had spent a week trying to read and understand Controlling Time, which had been another magical theory book that involved a certain state of mind to be applied to do what was shown in the book. Afterwards, he had used this method to read the book on the M(agical) M(artial) A(rts) and practice it, which had seemed to him like a year and a few days, but what had actually been about an hour. He had soon mastered all of the books he had bought, and now had a heavily muscled and well-defined body that could fight when it had to, and fight well at that.

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"BOY! GET Up…" came the cry Vernon Dursley, as it appeared that he had gone to tell Harry to make breakfast (obviously ignorant of the smell of it swimming about the house), and had found that his room was devoid of such a person. He stood there for a moment, looking blankly into the room before he caught a whiff of the bacon, and turned around to head down the stairs to eat his breakfast. He found Dudley munching fearfully on his cucumber and shooting fearful glances at Harry, who was washing his plate in the sink.

When Vernon Dursley swiveled the head that lay on his beefy body to look at Harry, his mouth opened in shock, and his eyes seemed to get smaller in fear from what he saw. He could do nothing but stare as his mind began to search for logical explanations as to how something this illogical could have happened. What he saw was an extremely muscular looking Harry that didn't seem to be hindered by the extra weight of his muscles, by the way he had swiftly stepped his foot to his right to put his plate up to dry. To Vernon, that step looked like a flash.

Harry turned around to see his Uncle Vernon looking at him with his face contorted in a passion of fear. He thought he saw Dudley slip back upstairs, and he heard the sound of a door slamming shut. He had no clue what to do, as he had never had this happen to him before… especially not with Vernon Dursley, the man who had sheltered him on the border-line of abusiveness for years, in hopes that he would squash the magic from his nephew by treating him extremely horribly. His plan hadn't worked.

"H-how… W-what…" Vernon took a second to compose himself. "BOY! My breakfast is cold!"

Harry stood looking in confusion at his uncle.

"Okay…?", was his response.

"Well? HEAT IT UP!" Harry looked at the plate of food, then his red-faced uncle, then the food again. A smile slowly cracked his lips as he suddenly had a thought.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon." He said, moving his hand towards the plate. Instead of grabbing it, however, he put his hand just over it, and spread his fingers out so that they were parallel to the ground.

"Fervefacio." He mumbled to himself, causing the plate to suddenly emit a heat that caused the breakfast that sat on it to heat to the temperature it was at just after it was taken out of the pan. His uncle took a step back in fear, than seemed to think for a second, before a smile accumulated onto his face.

"HA! You foolish boy! Now you'll never get to go back to that God-damned school of yours.", He spoke softly, quickly, and dangerously to Harry, thinking he had won the battle. He suddenly burst out laughing at Harry, saying through his laughs rather loudly "Now you won't be able to use that DANMED MAGIC OF YOURS!" However, he soon stopped.

Harry had stood there eyeing Vernon with one eyebrow cocked for a second, before giving a laugh of his own. Now it was his uncles turn to eye him suspiciously.

"You really think I'm that stupid, don't you? You really think that I would use detectable Magic outside of Hogwarts?" Harry asked, emphasizing two of the words he knew his uncle hated most of all. Then he decided to show his uncle that he could use as much magic as he wanted.

"Producto valde tepidus a spiritus lucis" He said, extending his arms to either side of himself, and thinking in his mind about the boundaries of room they were in. Spontaneous warmth overcame the room, and a white light extended from Harry's body, blinding Vernon, who yelped and tripped over a chair, to land sitting in its seat. When both the light and the heat faded, Harry was no longer there.

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He walked along the sidewalk, cherishing the warm, morning sunlight that bathed him. He enjoyed taking walks like this, with nothing to yell at him, or tell him he wasn't good enough, or asking him for his autograph. He was content to simply walk along, and lose himself in the beautiful sunrise. He looked up at the beautiful reds and yellows that blended together with a deep orange. In that orange there was a certain figure that Harry saw, and he stopped walking, trying to focus on the figure. As it got clearer and clearer, he noticed different things about it. It was a human, a female human, a female human with bushy hair and…

'Wait a minute! Isn't that-" He never got to finish that thought, however, as he heard someone calling his name. Turning his head, he got a shock.

"Harry!" It was the bushy-haired person he had seen in the sunrise.

"Hey Hermione!" Harry shouted when he saw who it was. 'Wow', he thought as he looked at her. She had obviously been hiding how mature she was in the school clothes, and she seemed to have grown far prettier over the summer, and he noticed how tan she was. 'Can someone really change that much in a month?' He thought to himself, not knowing that the girl that was running towards him was thinking the same thing. He had forgotten to grab a t-shirt before leaving the house.

They met in a hug, Hermione feeling how strong his abs were, then they broke apart, both blushing slightly. Harry noticed that he was taller then her by much more than he had been the year before. He felt as though he were a giant, as he had to look down to see her.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him, as he was about to do the same. "You're probably the last person I would expect to meet here."

"I was just taking a walk and admiring the sunset. What about you?"

"I live here. Just that house over there, in fact." She said, pointing to a house, "I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep, so I decided to take a walk as well. I didn't know you lived so near-by!"

"Yeah, nor did I. There's something I want to show you, but I can't out here in the street… Do you think we could go into your house?" Harry asked, thinking about how he would show her the new sorts of magic he had learned.

"Yes, of course. Lets go." She said, her bossy characteristic kicking in and making Harry smile when she was turned away.

Once they had entered the house, they headed to Hermione's room, which she brought him to after showing him all the other rooms in the house (except for her parents room, as they were asleep) and telling Harry how her summer had gone. Harry closed the door behind them but kept his hand on the door.

"Do you promise not to get mad?" He asked, after which she nodded impatiently, crossing her arms, anxious to see whatever it was that he wanted to show her that was so important that they had to come to her house right away. Seeing her approval, he began to do what he had planned to do.

"Termino" He said, his hand still on the door. However, what happened wasn't what he had been expecting.

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A/N: thanks again to the two reviewers that have reviewed, and I hope you all liked this chapter… tell me where this should go… and I don't mean ship-wise… plot-wise, my dear (and fellow) readers. Speaking of which, I wish I could do an Irish jig… * suddenly gets up and does an Irish jig * It's a MIRACLE!!! I LOVE … … … … … ummm, neverminditdontreallymatterheeheenotfunnyreviewplzha. Ummmmmmmm, yeah. Time for my medication, again!

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