I don't own anything but what I create. I got the permission from the author of the original story to re-work it with my ideas and touch. The original story was by OrionTheHunter and was called 'Sent Away.'
Harry looked around the room he was in. It was a very plain room, nothing that wasn't needed was there. Plain white walls surrounded a bed, a bookcase full of books, a comfy looking chair, and a dresser with a mirror on top. The floor was wooden and a balcony overlooked the side of the mountain the complex was on. The view was spectacular, this mountain being the tallest in the region, giving Harry a unobstructed view of every mountain and valley for miles.
Harry stood on the balcony as his thoughts carried him back to the events that led him to this place.
It had been the day after Harry got back from his fifth year at Hogwarts. His 'family' had failed to pick him up at the train station, which had led the Order to go to #4 Privet Drive with Harry. The first thing they found was that the wards around the house had been completely destroyed and that there was now anti-apperation and anti-portkey wards in place, as well as a few wards no one could identify.
"Welcome, my friends," hissed a very familiar voice. A man wearing black robes strolled out of the house, followed closely by three people suspended in the air. "I managed to keep myself busy entertaining my hosts while I waited for you to show up."
Harry looked at his Aunt and Uncle and noticed a glazed look in their eyes and drool was coming from their mouths. It looked as if someone had fried their brains, not to mention that they were covered with many small cuts and bruises. Harry tore his eyes away and looked at his cousin. Dudley looked fine physically, but he saw a pain in his eyes that showed that he hadn't been spared in anyway. He had some blood on him, but there were no cuts on him so it couldn't have been his.
"What have you done to them?" demanded Harry as he was restrained by Remus and Tonks.
"I haven't done that much to them, but I'm afraid that my friends could pass up the opportunity to teach these Muggles some manners," Voldemort said with a cruel laugh. After he said that, ten Death Eaters came out of the house, their wands leveled at the Order members. "Your dear Aunt and Uncle have been shown new levels of pain, but their weak minds could handle the strain of the Cruiatus curse and stopped screaming shortly after being put under the curse. Thus, my dear Death Eaters had to find new ways of inflicting pain on them."
Voldemort then walked over to Dudley. "This boy walked in on us torturing his parents, so we felt it unfair to let his parents recieve all the pain and let their son be spared," he said as he stroked Dudley's cheek softly, his red eyes glinting evilly. "I myself showed him exactly what he had missed with some creative spellwork. We were about to give him some rounds of the Cruciatus curse when you all arrived."
"You're going to pay!" shouted Harry as he broke free of Remus and Tonks and ran forward, a red magical aura springing up around him as he was filled with such a complete hatred of the being in front of him. He used the pain his scar was sending to further fuel his power as he jumped completely over the first wave of Death Eaters that moved forward to protect their Lord.
"Get them!" shouted Remus as he followed Harry's lead and pulled his wand out, letting several hexs fly.
The six members of the Order that had come along with them pulled their wands out and the battle was on. Harry was moving faster than ever, his magic flowing through him in such a way that was indescribable. He felt complete for the first time ever, like he had just found a long lost piece of his soul. Plus, the look on Voldemort's face was priceless as Harry pulled his right hand back and an orb of red flames appeared. Harry flung the flames towards Voldemort and the ground shook at the force of the explosion. Voldemort had protected himself with his magic, but the look on his face showed just how powerful the blast had been, plus the fact that he was surrounded by a five foot trench two feet deep.
"Impossible," was all he could mutter before Harry was upon him, fists flying, his wand forgotten. Voldemort was pushed onto the defensive for the first time in twenty years, and it was taking all his skill to avoid the angry Potter.
Inside Harry's mind, a change was taking place that went down to his very soul. The power that the Dark Lord knew not had awoken and was changing Harry's body and magic. Through the course of the fight, Harry's malnutrition and under-development was taken care of, giving him a height of 5'11" and much more muscle than before. But far more importantly, his magic was changed from that of a child's to something more. A normal wizard's magic was like the light from a flashlight, but Harry's magic had changed so that it was more like a laser five feet wide.
However, Harry's body had forced the change and it wasn't ready for it. His body was tearing apart and burning up from the inside, causing his aura to burn hotter and blood to pour from his eyes, mouth, and ears. However, Harry no longer cared about anything but destroying Voldemort, even at the cost of his own life. Spells and curses struck his body, but he ignored them in favor of continuing his attack on Voldemort. Flames were his weapon of choice and they shot from his hands in such force that Voldemort had to focus all his magic into his shield protecting him.
Meanwhile, the fight taking place around them was going in favor of the Order of the Phoenix. The Death Eaters were too surprised by Harry's attack and power that their force had been desimated to the point that only two Death Eaters were still fighting, the others having been knocked out or bound with magical ropes. Soon, the two Death Eaters were stunned and bound with the others, allowing the Order to watch the fight between Harry and Voldemort.
"Harry's winning!" exclaimed one of the Order excitedly.
"No, he's not," rebuked Remus softly as he watched Harry carefully. "He can't handle his power and it's killing him."
The others gasped and watched carefully as Harry's power faltered for just a second, but it was enough for Voldemort. He sent out a burst of magic that sent Harry flying into his Uncle's car, crashing through the door painfully.
"Did you think that a mere child could kill me?" gloated Voldemort as he prepared to escape. The fight had taken more out of him than he would like to admit. He reached out with his senses and found that all the wards had fallen.
"He's not dead, Tom. You have not won yet," came a wise voice from behind Voldemort.
"Dumbledore!" shouted Tonks excitedly.
"If he's not dead yet, he soon will be. His body couldn't handle the power he was using, even I could tell that," Voldemort said coldly. "He'll be dead within the hour."
"Don't count on it, bastard," protested a weak voice from the destroyed car. Harry stumbled as he made his way from the wreckage. He was caught by Remus before he could fall to the ground. "I'll live, if only to piss you off."
"Easy, Harry," Remus said softly as he looped Harry's arm over his shoulder. "Don't aggravate your condition."
"We'll see, brat," Voldemort said with a sneer as he disappeared with a crack.
Harry gasped as a hand landed on his shoulder. He looked behind him and saw the man who ran the place Harry was in. His name was Joseph Mortimer, and he had been alive for over three hundred years. You wouldn't guess it though, as his face looked that of a forty or fifty-year-old. His hair was pure white and his face was lightly lined with wrinkles and stress lines. He excluded an aura of power that you could feel tingling across your skin.
Harry had been sent there after he had healed enough to travel. He was somewhere in the mountains of Tibet, that much Harry knew, but what he didn't know was why exactly he was there. He figured it had something to do with keeping him safe from Voldemort and controlling his new power.
"Hey, Joseph," Harry said softly as he turned around to face the man. "What's up?"
"I have finished talking with your Headmaster and he is ready to leave. If you wish to say good-bye, now is your chance," Joseph said serenely. He watched as the boy before him nodded and left to go find Dumbledore. Never in all his years had he felt such power and potential as he had felt in that boy. It was a miracle that the by had survived the awakening of his power, some didn't. Joseph headed for his quarters to ponder the future of one Harry Potter.
Okay, don't panic, it's just a prologue. I'll have much more in the next chapter.
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