firstly, i dont own harry potter. i know this as the only thing i own in £1.35 and...that seems about it. :(

secondly, this is my first fanfic. please, if you review, which i hope you do, be nice

I's six year old and gonna defeat Volymore!

Chapter 1 - Stressed

Sometimes, it's hard to know how something happens, or even what started it.

Some people believe the whole thing really beganwhen Voldemort killed my parents but couldn't kill me. But if you think that way you may as well say that the whole thing started when Lily and James met each other on their first day at Hogwarts, or even that it began when four people decided to build a school. Some people believe it began when I found out Sirius Black was my Godfather, but then, most people believe it was when he got killed and I found out about the prophecy.

I don't really care about what started it really, but I know that those things sort of added together, along with a few other things to make it happen.

Let me try and explain this.

When a young witch or wizard is feeling very strong emotions, particularly stress or anger, their control over their magic can slip.

This is harder to explain then I thought. How about, instead of trying in my awkward way to explain this to you, I do one of them flashback things? Would definitely be much easier…

Harry sat in one o the many comfy chairs available at such a late hour in the Gryffindor common room. Ron and Hermione were once again sleeping against one another on the couch opposite and showed no signs of stirring. With a groan he remembered his half finished potions essay for professor Mcgonagall and grabbed his bag.

Yes, you heard right. Professor Mcgonagall. Harry had been 2 marks away from the grade needed to get into Snape's potions class but had been unmoveable when it came to allowing him into the class. And so, he was taught NEWT level potions for two separate hours a week at 8pm after dinner, when everyone else was relaxing or doing homework. That was just Tuesday and Thursday nights.

Monday and Friday night was spent with the new DADA teacher learning to control his elemental powers, who, as it turned out, happened to be a very experienced Elementalist herself. Wednesday was with Dumbledore learning Occlumency, LEGITEMENCY, telepathy, telekinesis and any and every other mind tricks Dumbledore could come up with. Saturday was spent with Tonks learning about his Metamorphmagus powers, while on Sunday he was allowed to sleep in until 8 am before dragging his exhausted body to Muggle self-defence classes from Blaise Zabbini, specially transferred from Durmstrang to teach him.

The groan was sufficient for Hermione and Ron to stir and realise they were sitting very cosily together for two people who were "just friends". They took one look at Harry's knowing grin, another at each other, then edged away from each other a few centimetres.

"Hey mate," said Ron, trying to look like he had been awake all along, yet failing. Harry nodded at both of them before resuming his homework.

"Harry! It's 11:45! Where on earth have you been?" Hermione said, clucking like a mother hen.

"Chill, Mione. I spent perhaps an hour longer then I should have thinking about tactics for the Gryffindor quidditch team after practise, and of course I had to do the full two hours with Dumbledore tonight otherwise I'd have to do it tomorrow after potions." Harry yawned. He was exhausted. He hadn't had a full night's sleep since the day they had found out about the full extent of Harry's powers.

flashback

It had Sirius' funeral. He had been angry, he knew that much. He didn't remember precisely what had happened, but apparently as the coffin was being lowered into the ground, his hair and face had flicked rapidly from one appearance to the next, while his eyes stayed closed, not seeming to realise what was happening. Suddenly his features had returned to their normal handsome state, and he was enclosed in a large bubble of water, changing briefly to fire, then winds, then finally a bubble made up of hundreds of leaves. If that hadn't brought enough attention to him, as the leaves disappeared Harry's voice was heard in every persons mind within a 2 mile radius of him – "DON'T LEAVE ME!" and with that last yell to Sirius, he had fainted into Albus Dumbledore's amazed arms.

As Harry forced himself out of the painful memory, he realised Hermione and Ron had got into another fight.

"He is absolutely exhausted! I knew this would be all too much for him!" shrieked Hermione.

"Harry would tell us if he was having trouble! He's fine!" Ron growled back.

Harry tried to ignore them and get back to the potions essay, as they seemed to have forgotten he was sitting right in front of them anyway.

But then suddenly it became all to much. Images of Sirius passed through his mind, while Hermione and Ron's voices echoes in his ears. He couldn't think of a good use for Dragon's liver, something he should know from first year, and he felt the elements spirits rise up within him, each with its own voice, each giving their own bit of advice. And, just like that, he snapped.

The 16 year old boy disappeared in a flash of emerald green light…