A/N: I'm just writing this to show the tone of the story. The actual fic will not take place in 6th year. Does anyone notice how the beginning of a fic is the hardest part to write? Sure, you get little writer's blocks along the way, but in reality, a fic could be sitting in your head for months before you actually type anything up.

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Prologue: The summer after 6th year

Harry Potter sat in his room, on a broken desk chair Dudley had received in the 2nd grade, to go with his desk, which he had sold to a furniture store. It was dinner time and his door was unlocked, a first in a while. Since the Order had threatened Uncle Vernon's life at the Hogwarts Express platform, a tense but cordial relationship had manifested between Harry and his family. The relationship between him and his family, though, fared better than that with him and the Order.

The first time he had sent a note to Remus Lupin, with the intention of doing a third-day checkup for the Order, Remus had sent an apologetic note back stating that the letters were hardly necessary, considering there were still guards around his house. Remus also said, though, that he would be happy to hear from Harry whenever he felt the need, as long as nothing too important was included in the letters.

Now, this might just be Harry, but he experienced a major sense of déjà vu. After all, wasn't that the exact situation that took place last year? The one that led to Harry blowing up at people he considered family, that led to the Department of Mysteries fiasco, the situation that led to Sirius' death? Unacceptable.

Harry felt the rage begin to fill his mind, the rage that had allowed him to cast a Crucatious and have it work at all, a spell that supposedly took months of training. The rage that he felt when he went on one of his end-of-the-school-year jaunts, when he always seemed to survive, no matter what the odds.

'This cannot happen again,' he thought to himself. 'Dumbledore promised there would be no more secrets. That he would tell me what was going on. But they're still treating me like a child. A little boy that needs to be kept in the dark for his own good. Oh, we all know how well that theory works. Just ask Sirius.'

With the last, the rage that had been bottled inside him needed a larger container to keep it from spilling out. And no matter how angry Harry was, he knew what could happen with that sort of power running loose.

With a pull near his stomach that felt similar to a portkey and a sharp pain filling his nerves as the sensation spread throughout his body, Harry was in agony. He bit his lip to prevent the scream in his throat from erupting, and felt a slow trickle of wet go down his chin. He was bleeding, had bitten hard enough to bleed, but that didn't seem to at all matter just then.

Harry felt the force moving through his body tearing at his bones like claws, and breaching them as though they were nothing stronger than paper. Something within his body, a power he had long kept hidden, even from himself, was attempting to break free of its cage. The worst part, of course, was that the cage was his body, and the power was getting violent.

Suddenly, the pain became too much. Harry felt it simultaneously as the shredding reached his heart and his mind, and he sank, gratefully, into the forgiving darkness of oblivion.

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Harry awoke more powerful than he had known he could be. The first time he attempted to use a spell, in his dormitory at night on the first day of 6th year, it let out a noise that sounded like a tea kettle when it becomes hot on the stove, and with a flash of red light, the feather contained within the wand shot out of the tip, on fire. With nothing more than an automatic reaction and a hurried "aqua," Harry Potter discovered he could use wandless magic.

Still fueled by his resentment of the headmaster, who had avoided him religiously since he had returned to Hogwarts, Harry did not reveal to anyone his discovery. He worried that if he told Ron and Hermione, who had become absorbed in each other since they had finally gotten together, they would pressure him to tell Dumbledore. Rather, he kept his now useless wand shell and pretended to use it whenever he said a spell in public.

The year was filled with similar discoveries. The first time he visited the kitchens, he discovered he could also use wordless magic when Dobby tripped him by grabbing both of his ankles at once. The peculiar part about this, he thought to himself, was that he did not know a spell for levitating one's self only a few inches off the ground.

Harry realized exactly what that meant about halfway through the school year, when the new DADA teacher attempted to send a hex his way during a practical class. Though he did not know which hex the teacher had used, and by extension, which defense spell would work, a shield appeared around him as he was muttering to himself "defend against the spell, defend against the spell" in an attempt to think of which shield charm would be most effective. Luckily, he had been holding his wand at the time.

Utilizing the Room of Requirements, Harry practiced with what he termed 'intent magic' for the next few months. He discovered that the magic truly did not need to be spoken an intent to at all, just a thought of what needed to be accomplished would do. Harry was unsure why, but the magic seemed to want to help him. Anything he desired to happen, would. All he knew was that this hadn't been the case even a year ago.

Near the end of the year, another showdown took place. Apparently the DADA teacher was, surprise surprise, working for Voldemort. Although his original plan for the year had been to lie low and wait for Harry's seventh year to attack, when the boy would be distracted by the NEWTs, his spy telling him that Potter had somehow blocked a supposedly-unblockable vomiting hex in class made him think that perhaps he should speed up his plans, before Potter truly became his equal in power.

And because Dumbledore hadn't thought that Tom would use the same trick twice, Harry was easily portkeyed out of Hogwarts. More specifically, he disappeared when he was handed his final in DADA.

This time Tom came alone to fight, thinking in his great arrogance that his Death Eaters would be unneeded. Though this is what probably allowed Harry to win the following duel, it is also what caused the next summer's suffering under a new Dark Lord: Lucius Malfoy, and his merry band of once-death-eaters, the Mud Purgers.

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What do you think? Yay or nay? Just so everyone gets this, the story isn't really going to be about Harry going on wild adventures with his new superpowers. It's more of a romance than anything else, and it is going to be slash. The next update will really bring about some plot. Reviews, critique, editing, and flames welcome!