Summary: Harry comes to terms with the contents of the prophecy and decides to stand and fight. Twists and turns, new powers bring all new problems. May be some romance probably HG RH. Not a superpower Harry story. Harry will have to choose between what is right and what is easy, what choice will he make? Will he be able to toe the line or will he fall into darkness?

A/N: I have read many good HP fan fictions and as I read them, I found I liked some parts and not others so I decided to write the perfect fic for me. I will try to keep the characters as in character as possible. Some aspects of other stories may work their way into my fic and If they do I will try to give credit where credit is due. I will try to keep this as original and as exciting as possible. If all goes to plan this will be novel length and I will write a seventh year sequel. So read and review. Thanks in advance!!

Pain, pain beyond pain, it felt as if liquid fire was flooding through every inch of his being. Then as quickly as it started there was nothing, he knew no more. For the fifth day that week the boy-who-lived woke on the hard unforgiving floor of his bedroom in Number Four Privet Drive. The home was rather un-remarkable blending so seamlessly into suburbia that a casual passerby wouldn't even notice it was there. However, the boy in the upstairs bedroom was very remarkable indeed, the boy was Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world.

Harry Potter was not the same boy he was before that fateful night in the Department of Mysteries where Sirius Black had been killed. No I mustn't think of it, I will be strong, I must be strong, I need to learn more, I need to learn to control my power. With a determined look in his eyes he propped open Dueling with Flitwik and began reading, he had already completed the entire sixth and seventh year curriculum and requested the Order to send him more Defense books and they had willingly obliged. The only problem was that Harry Potter no longer wanted to defend himself, he wanted to attack, to kill. He had sent Hedwig to a shop in Knocturn Alley to pick up books on the dark arts. He chuckled to himself, "What would Dumbledore and his precious Order think of the great Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived learning the dark arts?" In one of the books Hedwig had brought him specifically, Dark Wards and Magical Barriers, he learned how to cast a ward that would stop anyone from detecting any magic done in Number 4. This allowed him to practice magic without the Ministry or the Order detecting it. This is what allowed him to train, this is what had allowed him to cast the Cruciartus curse on himself for the passed week, he was developing a tolerance to it. At first the pain had been debilitating, but now he could move freely for about a minute before succumbing to the pain of the curse. He had learned a variety of curses both light and dark, for attack and defense.

Harry's musings were interrupted by a soft tapping at his window, several owls were hovering outside with letters clasped in their talons. Instead of the normal letters, if you could call letters written by wizards and send by owl normal, there were several packages. Immediately suspicious, he whipped out his wand and after casting a few simple diagnostic charms, he opened the first package. It contained what appeared to be a pensive, but it was only about half the size of Dumbledore's. A piece of parchment fell from the wrappings, and Harry immediately recognized the almost unnaturally neat writing of his long time best friend, muggleborn Witch, Hermione Granger:

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday Harry!!! (wow I hadn't even realized that it was my birthday yet, maybe I'll get to return to my friends, to Grimmuald Place where Siri... no I cannot dwell on that now.) enclosed is a medium sized pensive, I know you have had a lot to think about with everything that has been going on... so me and Ron pooled our money and purchased this for you. Hey mate Ron here, I haven't been able to find out much about the Order and everything has been pretty boring. Maybe this pensive will help you out with Occulmency and you won't have to work with that git Snape anymore. Hope the muggles haven't been getting you down.

-Ron

-Hermione

The next package contained a short note and some rock cakes from Hagrid, which Harry knew well enough not to eat. And finally the last and largest of the packages as he ripped open the wrapping an envelope fell out with Harold James Potter, Prongs Jr. written on the front. Now curious as to who would address a letter to him like that he opened the envelope and took the parchment from inside. He was astonished when he saw the signature at the bottom:

Dear Harry,

If you are receiving this then your father and I are no longer with you. This letter and owl are set to arrive on your sixteenth birthday. How I wish that I would not have to give you this book at such a young age. I must, for you are destined for great things, Harry. This book contains curses and dueling techniques passed down through my family and added to by each descendant. I, like many were led to believe, am not truly muggle born, I really am descended from a long line of sqibs, who were preceded by an ancient magical line believed by many to be evil. I, and therefore you, are a descendant of Salazar Slytherin. Your father is heir of Gordoc Gryfindor. With this combination, who knows how powerful you will become. Tell no one of your heritage and show no one the book, it contains curses so dark and so ancient that I could not even bring my self go cast, however, the second half contains curses of the lightest variety of such power that I could not even begin to comprehend. I know the prophecy. I believe the "power that the dark lord knows not," is not your power, but your strength of emotion that will allow you to fully exploit the spells in this book. I believe that you will be able to master both the light and dark spells and purge the land of the evils of Voldermort. However, I beg you not to let your newfound strength corrupt you, remember it matters not whether a spell is light or dark, but the intent of the caster. When you were a baby, I put a bind on your magical powers that only you would have the power to remove, when you are ready. You must build up your body, become physically strong or your body might fold against the power you hold inside of you. This incantation needs no wand, just think of all the hate you have for Voldermort and his Death Eaters, and think of the love you have for your friends and family. Let these feelings fill you up and imagine them breaking down an invisible wall around your soul, your very core of magic. I do not know how strong you will be, but do not forget that you are not mealy a weapon, you are Harry, my son I want you to live your life to the fullest, I love you, my son.

-Lilly Evans Potter

"Thanks mum." Harry's voice broke the silence of his room and he could almost imagine his mom answering back. The book he was given was an old tome and the pages were all hand written with his own mother's hand writing on the last few pages. Harry was curious about the bind that had been put on his powers and wanted to have access to them as soon as possible. He concentrated on his friends and family and all of the pain and suffering that Voldermort has caused, he imagined the wall breaking down, but instead of breaking he was repelled and thrust painfully against the wall, and he knew no more. Harry awoke to the sound of the gravel in the driveway crunching under the weight of Uncle Vernon's new company car.

"Boy get down here this instant."

Grumbling, Harry got up from the floor rubbing the back of his head, hmmm I guess my mom really was serious about that whole getting stronger thing. As he trudged down the stairs he heard the sounds of fists pounding against a wall. He chuckled softly to himself, guessing his "family's" precious Dudders had lost the regional Boxing championships.

"Now listen here boy for the rest of the summer you are to help Duddly train, and no funny business."

"OK Uncle Vernon." Well this works out perfectly, even if I do have to be around that fat lump of a cousin for a few hours a day.

Of all the responses Vernon had been expecting, this certainly was not it.

"You will train from 9:00 a.m. until 11:00 a.m. is that understood?"

Before Harry could respond Duddly wined,

"I don't want to train, come on it's summer."

"You Can And You Will," Vernon thundered.

Not wanting to catch any of Vernon's wrath, Harry made his way as quickly as he could to his room. Wondering what kind of curses his mom had meant when she said incredibly dark and ancient, he flipped the book open to a page in the dark arts section. Scanning through, he found a page called war charms, and began to read:

War Charms

You are probably most familiar with wizards' duels, in which one witch or wizard fights another, or when small groups attack. War Charms is not that effective in those scenarios because they either take time to cast or require preparation. They are made for attacking an army of witches and wizards as a whole, and can kill hundreds at a time if used properly. This is a lost art, the last time spells such as these were used or invented was in the great clash between Gryfindor and Slytherin. USE WITH CAUTION.

Dementis lentium- This is the charm said to have been used on POW's by Slytherin to turn them into the Dementors of today. In order for it to be cast properly one must wish to destroy the soul of the victim and bend them to your will. After a dementor is created, it can either give in to it's will to feed or die. After a dementor steals it's first soul it will never stop until it is destroyed again. (see page 243 paragraph 2).

Eradico a flamora- Similar to the flamora whip spell, but only on a larger scale, a thin length of black flame will erupt from the end of the caster's wand, and if sent in to a crowd of enemy troops it will tear the soul from anything it touches, similar to the Dementors kiss, however it allows the soul to travel to the afterlife. Can be blocked by silver shield charm (see page 240 paragraph 1).

Tempest eradico- The only unadulterated force of nature that is truly dark, it will summon a tornado, the caster must maintain complete concentration or they will lose control. If control is lost before the tornado is banished it will rebound upon the caster, it does not like to be controlled.

Harry's reading was interrupted by Vernon's cry of, "Boy get down here, and make dinner."

"Yes Uncle Vernon, coming," Harry called back, quickly stashing his mother's book under the loose floorboard and running downstairs. When he reached the kitchen he heard the sound of a voice he wished that he would never hear again...

"Oh Vernon I don't know why you even keep him around I say just chuck him out." It was Aunt Marge.

"Oh believe me I want to, but Petunia feels as if she has some kind of obligation to the headmaster of his school or something."

"Ah, well I told you before and I'll tell you again, it's just bad breeding, if something's wrong with the bitch they'll be something wrong with the pup. And that Potter she married he was a bad one, a drunk no doubt. He was bound to be a bad-un. It's through no fault of yours."

As Harry entered the room his hands were already clenched into fists, and he could feel the anger swelling up inside of him. I must keep calm remember what the advance Occulmency book said control my emotions, and never attack out of anger. Calm, control, just stay calm control your self. As the meal wore on, Harry ate and then just sat and stared of into space, thinking about all of the curses he could place on Marge. The first that came to mind was Cruciartis, but then again no one, save a death eater, deserved that kind of pain. Or Fudge, maybe the minister deserved that. With that thought a small smile crossed his face.

"What are you smiling about boy, answer me."

Deciding the best course of action would be to keep silent he just sat there, head leaned back against the chair and eyes closed. When CRACK! one of Duddly's right hooks caught him in the jaw and sent him tumbling off of the chair. All thoughts of controlling his anger had left him, Harry saw red. He stood slowly and took no notice of the soft tinkling sound that was all the china in the room shattering. Duddly, whose eyes were wide with fear, took another swing at Harry. Standing tall Harry watched as Duddly's fat fist approached as if in slow motion. Somehow he knew he wouldn't be hurt, he felt a power like he had never felt before surging through him. Suddenly, right before impact, Duddly's fist glanced off what appeared to be a wall of air. Duddly stumbled back cradling a broken hand, stumbling away from what appeared to him as a monster. Harry's eyes that were normally vibrant green were blazing unnaturally with a fire behind them that wasn't there before. In a frighteningly calm voice Harry spoke, "You will never speak ill of my family again, it is my being alive that holds your precious normal world together. I am the only one who can kill Voldermort."

Harry was interrupted by a sharp gasp from Petunia.

"Ahh you've heard of him then, Aunt Petunia?"

"Y-Yess, but wasn't he destroyed when your parents were killed?"

"No he wasn't he was just injured and now he's back."

Marge who had frozen when the china had shattered now spoke up. "What are you talking about, I demand to know what's going on."

"Oh you want to know what's going on do you, I'll tell you whats going on" Harry held out his hand, "Stupefy", "Obliviate!" "She will remember nothing, but the rest of you, you will remember. For the rest of the summer I need to train and Duddly you're going to help me."

Seeming to recover from his previous shock Duddly spoke up "Why I don't want to?"

"BECAUSE IF I DO NOT TRAIN EVERY SINGLE NON-MAGIC PERSON WILL BE KILLED, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!!" Harry thundered.

"Y-yes."

"Good, I'm going to bed then." Harry then walked out and continued up the stairs to his room. I've wanted to do that for a long time, but where did all of that power come from, I thought I hadn't unlocked it yet. Suddenly feeling very tired, he collapsed onto his bed, but the rest he deserved was not to come.

He was gazing out at a circle of marked men wearing black robes they were standing in a graveyard, death eaters. A voice not his own emanated from his mouth "My loyal death eaters, the Potter boy had grown more powerful, I believe he has learned of his heritage, Harry Potter is the Heir of Goridoc Gryfindor-"

A sniviling little man who squirmed as he spoke stepped foward, "That is impossible my lord, I would have known-."

"SILENCE!, never interrupt me again, you must learn your place."

"No master please it's just I-"

"CRUCIO!"

The man writhed on the ground and his screams pierced the steely silence of the night. Harry's scar burned as he held the man under the curse with no way to stop it. When the curse was finally lifted the man crawled away muttering his apologies but Voldermort took no notice.

"Enjoying the view Potter" His name was uttered as if it was a disgusting swear word.

Harry's heart stopped he had never been discovered before. "You know I don't want to be here Tom."

"Do not call me by that filthy muggle name Potter. You will rue the day you crossed me Potter now GET OUT"

Harry was thrust forcefully from Voldermort's mind and woke covered in a cold sweat on his bed. Thinking he better write a letter to Dumbledore and the Order, he grabbed a quill and some parchment quickly writing a short letter and sending it off with Hedwig. Only minutes after Hedwig left she returned bearing a single line of writing:

Harry pack up and get ready to leave the wards have come down pack up your stuff.

-Tonks

After reading this Harry, jumped up and started tossing things in his trunk, and with his heart thundering inside his chest brought his invisibility cloak over his head. Wand out he set about removing the magical detection wards so the Order would know if he was attacked. After a few moments of nervous silence Mad 'Eye' Moody's distinctive, step, clunk, step, clunk, could be heard coming up the stairs. The sound of foot steps stopped out side of his door and it was quickly opened and shut. At first Harry could see no one, but soon he was able to make out a disillusioned Moody standing in front of the door.

"Well come on boy, we don't have all day. Growled Moody.

"How do I know it's really you? What is neglected in being taught to young wizards now a days?"

"Proper wand care and safety."

Still not convinced Harry made to put his wand in his back pocket-

"Don't do that boy, many a good wizard has accidentally lost a buttock that way."

Yup, this was defiantly 'Mad Eye'. "Alright lets go, but what about my family?"

"They will be taken care of, our main priority is you."

Moody took a playing card from one of his pockets. "Ok grab on to your stuff, and touch this Potter"

Harry put out his index finger and soon he felt the familiar tug behind his navel, and the world was lost in a whirl of color. His legs crumpled under him as he hit the floor. As he was trying to get up he was tackled to the ground, and then pounced on by another much smaller person.

End of Chapter 1, so what do you think please review, do you think I should write more?