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A/N: WITH OUR FURTHER ADO I PRESENT TO YOU THE FRIST CHAPTER OF THIS STORY!

Power Released

Chapter One: The Famous Harry Potter

By: SoullessDevil

Mist swirls around a woman in ordinary robes but numerous amounts of shawls, beaded bracelets, and jingling necklaces. Her magnified eyes open impossibly wide and starring off into space. Her voice is husky and oddly calm yet radiates panic as she talks. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…" she recited as if it was a long known poem.

Then everything goes black. Things come back into focus as Harry woke up with tears rolling down his face. Every night he lies awake in bed waiting for his dreams to start. Every dream he has becomes more vivid with each passing moment. Every moment is agony coursing through his veins. Why him? What was so special about him?

Harry Potter was a not so average looking boy close to his sixteenth birthday. In many ways he was the same person who had left his school for summer holiday and in many more ways his was very different. He was still the son of the great James and Lily Potter that fought against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, he was still the only one to survive an attack from that same man, he was still young and, he still just like his parents fought against a man of pure evil. All the events of his fifth year had changed him, changed the way he saw things. He knew now that not everything was as it seemed and most all the people that claimed to want to help him were actually with holding information from him, information that could have saved at least one life. There were also many physical changes in him that only few had seen since his arrival at his so called "home." His appearance had changed so much that the Dursly's had to get him new clothes.

No one had noticed it at the end of his fifth year but Harry had started to grow taller and now stood taller than both his uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley who were very tall as it was. Dudley was going to a gym regularly and being that his aunt and uncle wanted him out of the house he was forced to go with Dudley and was an outcast with nothing better to do than what everyone else was doing which was work out. His ebony hair had grown out to just below his ears but was still oddly messy and he was happy for that. The fact that it was now long enough to cover his lightning bolt scar was a big plus. Then finally there were his eyes which seemed to have gotten greener somehow. The once shinning deep green had changed to pure emerald. Yet still he let his emotions show full on his face for all to see.

He was too depressed to disobey his aunt and uncle so he did all the chores they gave him and more. Anything to keep his mind off constant pain of losing his closest thing to a father and his great burden that few knew about. Nights were filled with prophecy and days Sirius. In one fatal night his whole world had changed. Gone were the days of laughter with long lost friends, gone were the days of a big brother watching over him, and most of all gone were the times he felt like his father was close to his side. It was different from when he lost his parents. Harry had no recollection of them really just what people tell him and a sort of felling that they loved him for sure, but he got to know Sirius. For three years Sirius was a guardian watching over Harry, jumping in to help at any possible moment. For that very reason he died and Harry believed it was his fault.

All of Harry's school friends were writing to him about many a thing and it wasn't just Hermione and Ron but Ginny, Neville, and Luna. The people that had come with him to the Ministry and right into harms way to help him even though they didn't have to. It seemed that everyday he got letters from all of them and he also got letters from some unexpected people such as Moody, Tonks, Moony, and most unexpectedly the headmaster of his school Dumbledore. Feeling grateful but not too talkative Harry sent all of them a letter once a week all on different days to tell them how he was doing. He hadn't really told anyone of them about his growing and other changes because even though everyone around him did notice he hadn't although he had told them about the clothes seeing as that had never happened before.

It was two days until his birthday and he was not excited in the least bit and he had unfortunately woken up to yet again the same life. He had gone to sleep hoping, praying that maybe just maybe it was a dream well more like a nightmare. Alas it is his life. 6:27 Am. Just the time he usually woke up in the morning. As he got out of bed in only a pair of pajama pants and no shirt all the working out had become apparent. He was no longer a scrawny boy but a lean and muscular young man. He proceeded to do his morning exercise which was about an hour and a half of push-ups, sit-ups, and oddly enough up downs. At 8:06 am he stopped and began to take a breather while reading a book.

At the beginning of his summer holiday Harry read all of his school books and all the books he had received as gifts. Well, he didn't read the Lockheart books. Surprisingly he read them all in one week and needed more so he could have more distractions so he sent Hedwig to Flurash and Blotts to get an order form. Harry was going to need a new trunk to hold all the new books and all his other belongings. He had ordered and read about thirty books all about different subjects such as Occlumency, Transfiguration, Charms, Magical Creatures, Herbology, Potions, Apparation, Anamagus forms, History and, Defense Against the Dark Arts. Although most were about Defense Against the Dark Arts.

After two hours of reading the last of the new books he had just gotten at the beginning of the week he was three fourths of the way through the two thousand three hundred fifty seven page D.A.D.A. book. His speed of reading had changed and he had a thirst for knowledge that he couldn't seem to quench. It also seemed that he needed to order more books. Walking over to his desk to look at the list of books and slashes through the ones he had already read all put into different sections. Jotting down random books from each section on a separate sheet of paper the words, "Hogwarts: A History," popped out at him so he added that to the list that was already at number eight making it nine he set it down and aside. Now all he had to do was wait for Hedwig to come back from her nights hunt so she could deliver that among other things. At his glance at the clock he found it was now 10:29 am so he went to the bathroom to shower. Back in his room he glanced out the window to see gray-blue clouds rolling threateningly by. Taking a look at his new clothes Harry decided he would ware a deep green t-shirt with some light colored jeans and his one and only black zip up hoody.

He was sitting again on his bed just reading more of his book when, "BOY GET DOWN HERE!" his uncle Vernon bellowed up the stares.

As he walked down the stares he realized that the TV wasn't blasting through the house. Walking into the kitchen Harry found only two people there. Harry's uncle was sitting at the table reading the morning paper facing the TV which was on the news channel at a very low volume. The second person was his aunt who was standing in the kitchen with a light jacket on and her purse in hand.

"Vernon has to go to work in a few moments and Dudley has already gone to join his friends at the gym so you will be going with me to the store," she didn't even bother to hide her disgust as she said this.

He was surprised by this, since when did Dudley go out when it was raining? "Can I eat something first?" he asked without emotion. In response she simple took an apple form the basket on the counter and chucked it at him which he easily caught. After kissing her husband on the cheek she just walked out the door without even making sure Harry was coming or not.

They drove for about a half an hour to the nearest store Harry was immediately made cart boy. As he lazily walked around the store following his aunt Petunia he was blind to all the girls and woman starring at him or trying to get his attention. He did however notice the man who dropped the bushel of oranges when Harry walked pass him and sputter "H-har-harry P-potter!"

At that one moment Harry stopped in his tracks. "BOY! Stop lollygagging about and get over here! Now!" his aunt commanded. As Harry was turning to head towards his aunt the man bolted out of the store.

By the time they were leaving the store it had finally started to rain so as his aunt got out an umbrella that he knew he would never get under he zipped up his hoody and pulled up the hood then made a mad dash to the car. When the sliding doors opened however there were many people out and about apparently waiting for something. Some held note pads and were scribbling on them intently while others were standing in the rain excitedly. Some of the lady's gave him significant looks as he pushed the cart to the car quickly.

Half way to the car Harry heard a voice call out, "That's him! That's Harry Potter!" as he wheeled around to the crowd he found it was the man from earlier in the store. Then the people ran to him and engulfed him in a circle of crazed rampaging.

They were all talking at once, "Harry what exactly happened at the ministry last month?" or, "Can we have your autograph?" and, "Is it true what they say about Sirius Black?" All while people pushed into him or, tried to touch him in any way or, took pictures. What was going on and how was he going to get out of this? Was all he could think of.

Harry had at this time completely forgotten about the cart which was slowly rolling to it's destination on a collation course. Only thinking of was to escape he did something that no one knew he could do not even him. He did a sort of summersault over the people and towards the car and rushed to get the bags in the back seat and in the passenger seat so they could leave and be rid of them.

"What was that all about?" Petunia asked in a soft hushed voice of fear and surprise.

"I don't know," he said as they drove quickly yet at the speed limit, home.

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For the rest of that day Harry was confined to the house and was able to finish the book and clean the just about everything. He soon found out just why his aunt had to go to the store so early. The Dursly's were having guests over for dinner and they wanted everything to be perfect. A work associate of Vernon's, the mans wife and, daughter. When Dudley finally came home and was told about a girl his age coming he immediately run up the stairs to shower and change. As that happened Harry did all he could to contain his laughter and was forced to go up stairs and change as well. He decided on leaving his jeans on he put on a black t-shirt and a green button up dress shirt.

He was about to go back down stairs when he heard the rustle of feathers and turned to see Hedwig's snowy form. "Hello Hedwig, could you deliver this so I can get some more books? Oh, I should have you send a letter to someone at the Order to tell and ask them about what happened at the store," he added as an after thought.

Sitting down at his desk the front door opened and closed announcing the arrival of his uncle. So he just got out a sheet of parchment some ink and a quill to start his letter to no one in particular.

Dear Friends,

Hello! I'm doing good well not really but I hope you don't need me to explain it to you. Anyway I just wanted to tell you what happened at the store earlier today. You see something very abnormal was going about outside as I was exiting. There was a crowd of people standing waiting for something or rather someone. Me. They were asking me questions about what happened at the ministry and about Sirius… For some reason some were asking me for an autograph. So I was just wondering… What's going on? I haven't gotten the Daily Prophet in a long time so does it have something to do with them? Well anyway I have to go so bye!

Harry

After sending Hedwig out with both letters and telling her to deliver to the Order first and giving her an owl treat he proceeded down stairs. When he entered the living room he found that the guests had already arrived and his "family" wasn't too happy about his being late.

"This is our inconsiderate nephew Harry. Harry this is my coworker Danny Evans his wife Rachael and their daughter Evalina," his uncle Vernon said trying to hid his disgust at actually saying his real name.

Harry ignored his uncles tone and shook the mans hand who seemed to be a nice man smiled at his wife who for some reason blushed and smiled back then turned to their daughter. She was every good point of her parents put together with long curly hair, golden skin, dimpled cheeks, and over large turquoise eyes that shone brightly. As Harry smiled at her she smiled brightly back.

"Well as I was saying before Dudley here has just won the boxing championship at his school and is in training for the upcoming year," Vernon said trying to draw the attention of the people back to his son.

"That's nice Vernon but you never told me you were taking care of a nephew," Danny said with a smile at Harry.

"Oh, ah I didn't sorry I assumed you knew," Vernon was fidgeting.

"So how old are you? I'm told Dudley is sixteen and our Eva will turn sixteen in October," he asked grinning at Harry.

This man was actually nice unlike all the other people the Dursly's knew. "Well I'll be sixteen in two days," he said offering a plate of bisects to this wife and daughter then him as they sipped their tea.

"Is anyone hungry? Let me just check on things in the kitchen and then we can start our meal," Petunia put in trying to change the subject.

With there attention switched Vernon took the chance to tell them a not so funny joke that Harry could tell they were only laughing out of kindness at. Soon his aunt came out and announced that dinner was ready and they all went into the kitchen to eat.

All throughout dinner Vernon chatted about the business, Petunia about the recipe she had used, and Dudley bragged about all of his pitiful accomplishments. The funny thing was that each and every member of the Evans family would ask Harry his opinion on things they were talking about or just ask him questions about this or that. As the plates were cleared by both Harry and Petunia and others readied for dessert everyone was having a good time even Harry.

"Well now I think it's time for you to go to bed, don't you Harry," his aunt Petunia asked suggestively. "Big day tomorrow right," Harry got the picture but didn't want to leave.

"What are you talking about? What big day?" he said acting confused.

"You know very well what she's talking about," his uncle Vernon said and you could hear the underlying threat in his voice.

"Right, well it was nice to have dinner with you and good night," Harry gave them one last smile.

"You too and good night," they said as he went to the hall.

Up in his room Harry open the window to the crisp night air and looked out at the night sky. The clouds had completely cleared away to show the star filled sky and moon. He had been there for some time when he decided to change his clothes. As he was taking off his shirt he heard the door open and thought he was going to be yelled at.

"Oh goodness! I'm so sorry!" then the door closed as quickly as it opened leaving Harry with his shirt still on his head confused.

Putting his shirt aside and poking his head out the door to see if the person was still there he found Evalina covering her face. He immediately turned scarlet and stuttered, "I-if you were looking for th-the bathroom it's the door on the other side of this door," he pointed then embarrassedly closed the door. After that he quickly dressed and hopped into bed then he remembered to cross off a day on his home made calendar. So he reached over to get any form of writing utensil and crossed off today's date.

Then there was a short knock on the door and someone said, "Um… I'm sorry about earlier," then it was gone.

He spent the rest of his time just starring at the selling until the front door once again opened and closed then he let himself blissfully fall into a peaceful sleep which didn't last long. Soon after he closed his eyes his dreamless sleep was interrupted by nightmares of all his equators with Voldemort.