Chapter Two

(New powers)

the morning sun rose over privet drive, the sunlight hit Harry right on his face waking he up to relies that what had happed was no dream, when he tried to move all he could feel was pain. Harry looked around the room and saw blood in the center 'my blood' he thought sourly, he saw the events of last night playing in his mind again and again, till he turned his head away from the center of the floor. My wand ...My wand is. Is snapped in half how will I ever do spells again he thought sadly. as Harry was drowning in misery and dought his aunt petunia came in yelling (more like screeching he thought) get your lazy butt up! And pull the weeds in the garden, my beautiful flowers can not be surrounded by weeds, I want to see you in that garden in twenty minutes or else I'll tell Vernon to deal with you she said as she walked out the door. Harry's head began to hurt due to the screeching of his aunt. Harry began to try to move his hand that Vernon had crushed, all he could move was his thumb and pinky finger, Harry began to cry out of fusterion that he had to live with Dursely's, that Sirius was dead and it was his fault, that his wand was broken by his whale of an uncle (if you can call him that) and that he may never use spells, or cruses again.

All the pain and suffering and doubt piled up inside him ready to bust out of him, a golden light began to surround Harry, what's...happening he thought. The golden light was getting brighter and brighter spreading over his body healing him, it lasted about two minutes total. He flexed his hands and was amazed that he felt no pain; Harry moved his legs so that they were hanging off the bed, 'that weird light took away the pain and healed me, I wonder what that light was, even though that light took away the pain it didn't get rid of the bruises he thought. BOY! Oh no I forgot about aunt Petunia he said as he ran to his school trunk digging trough it and pulling out some of Dudley's old clothes that was five times his size, throwing them on he ran down the stairs into the