Author's Note: I would like to thank all those who reviewed the last chapter, and I'm happy to find that apart for a handful of people, most of you enjoyed the rewrite and understood why I done the rewrite for. Before we start, I would like to say that once we get to the first year and onwards, apart for adding about the Mystics to chapters when needed, the story well be the same as before, with the character bashing, the Outcasts and all that. As it'll help me to update much faster, I'll only be editing a few things to them when I see the need to, and if you guys can see something that needs to be changed from the last version of the story.

Some of you would by now notice that I have deleted most of my other works, I did this as I wasn't planning to continue them, or I had a few personal problems over the last few weeks and didn't think it was a good idea to have them up. But if you search for them on the net, you should find them. Some of my work may return to fanfiction and hpfanficarchive, but I can't be sure right now. And some of my works are lost for good as my laptop had a problem and lost most of my work, and I can't find a backup of them anywhere, I'm still looking but I fear the worst. I'm just glad some of my work can be found on the net.

Chapter One…

Harry's Childhood - Part 1!

(Magical Discovery!)

22nd of March 2007 - St. Gregory's Primary School:

The months following the creation of Harry's sister, Lucy, were the best of his life. Together, the two Potter siblings had so much fun; they talked, shared, planned, and played simple games. Because of his deep desire to escape his life because of the treatment he received from the Dursleys, and others, Harry became so involved with doing things with Lucy that sometimes he forgot she wasn't real. But when he did happen to remember that she was imaginary, he began to wonder whether or not that was actually the case. Sure, no one else could see or hear her, other than him. She wasn't able to touch or interact with solid objects, other than him, but there was still something strange about her… not that he paid too much attention to those things, but they were there, nonetheless.

First off, she was able to talk about things and have ideas that didn't come from him. It was almost as if she was equal parts his own imagination and her own free will. Of course, it could easily be argued that because she was part of him, she was simply able to express the things hidden within his own subconscious mind.

The other strange thing about Lucy, and this one could not be easily explained, was that she was able to notice things and people that Harry could not possibly have noticed on his own. An example of this was when Harry was searching for his book bag after Dudley and his friends had hidden it one day. He searched everywhere he could think of, to no avail, until Lucy told him that she saw it tucked away inside a bush that Harry hadn't even looked at yet. She was also able to act as a very reliable lookout. Several times Harry was able to avoid being seen by people, like Dudley and his friends, only because Lucy told him they were coming. Harry had no idea how she was able to do and know things that he couldn't, but it didn't bother him too much since it was extremely useful.

Over the next few months, Harry's life began to change for the better, and it was all because of Lucy's encouragement. Her influence convinced Harry to begin doing things that he normally would have never dreamed of on his own. She started slow by convincing Harry to sneak out of his cupboard late at night to eat real food, not just the stale bread and water the Dursleys fed him.

At first, Harry was terrified that the Dursleys would notice the missing food, but it soon became apparent that his Aunt Petunia simply assumed either her husband or son were eating extra. The Dursleys had spent so much time abusing Harry over the years that the thought of him defying any of their orders was completely alien to them. When Harry realized the Dursleys wouldn't notice the missing food he began to listen to more of Lucy's suggestions. He began watching the family owned movies, that the Dursleys wouldn't let him see, at night while he ate more food.

Over the course of the next few weeks, the semi-regular eating of good food had a positive change on Harry. He began to recover from the malnutrition that had been affecting him and began to get stronger. It would take a few years to recover fully from the malnutrition, because even though the Dursleys were not very bright he still had to be careful not to eat too much to get caught.

But as his strength grew, Lucy's advice pushed the boundaries more. No more was Harry going straight home from school to hide from his Aunt every day. Now, he was taking trips to the library to read comic books and other stories about people with superpowers. He was also sneaking into the cinema to view the newest and best movies. In short, Harry's life had gone from a living hell, to every child's dream; and it was all thanks to the influence of his imaginary sister, Lucy.

Lucy's skill to see through things, and to find things that he couldn't, came in particularly handy when she found the key to the glass cupboard where the Dursleys kept their DVD's.

For reasons known only to them, the Dursleys were incredibly overprotective of their belongings, and just as adamant that Harry was not allowed to touch, or use, anything of theirs. Their position was most evident in their refusal to allow Harry to view their collection of DVD's.

Once, when Harry asked 'why not' as he was being thrown roughly into his cupboard, his Uncle told him that they 'didn't want him getting any ideas.' Harry really didn't understand what they meant by that, but because of it, he wasn't allowed to watch any of the movies. So, of course, watching movies was one of the first things he wanted to do, besides eat, once Lucy talked him into leaving his cupboard at night.

So far, he had seen quite a few films, but some of his favourites were Fantastic Four, X-Men 1 & 2, and a pirated film called Jumper. Jumper wasn't supposed to be released until the next year, but apparently Uncle Vernon knew someone in the film industry who owed him. To help pay off his debt, this man would send Vernon movies from time to time before they were even released to the theatres. Jumper was one of many films that Vernon had received, and he kept them well hidden from the rest of his movies. Of course, no hiding spot was safe from Lucy, a fact that Harry loved and used constantly.

Harry liked Jumper because the main character, David Rice, was able to teleport, or 'Jump' as the film called it, from one place to another instantly as long as he had a clear picture as to where he wanted to go. In the film, David uses his power to steal money, but leaves notes saying he would pay them back some day, and is able to live lavishly while travelling all around the world.

Problems arise when David comes to the attention of a shadowy group of people, called Paladins, who make it their mission to hunt down and kill Jumpers. The Paladins were religious extremists who believe that Jumpers are an abomination because 'only God should have the ability to be everywhere at once'. The Paladins had discovered that a Jumper's only weakness is an inability to 'Jump' when a high-voltage current is run through their body. Using tactics designed to trap Jumpers, the Paladins close in on David and he is forced to fight for his life. All in all, it was a good film that Harry really liked because of the happy ending where David ends up with his crush, Millie Harris, and lives happily ever after. He also liked it because the idea of 'Jumping' was fascinating.

One of the characters in the story that David meets is another Jumper named Griffin who is obsessed with trying to kill a Paladin by the name of Roland. His justification is that if Roland were dead, there would be one less person in the world who wanted him dead. Harry and Lucy both agreed that killing in cold blood would be wrong, but to kill someone in self-defence was just fine. They also agreed that it would be awesome to have that kind of power; the power to go wherever in the world they wanted whenever they wanted. Harry also really liked some of the powers and abilities that he saw in the other films, like the Human Torch's ability to control fire.

Over the course of the next few months, whenever Harry wasn't in school, being forced to do chores, being punished by his relatives for the tiniest of infractions, or spending time watching movies, reading comics, or playing, he was spending time building up Lucy's personality. As the months flew by Lucy grew more and more defined, and more and more became someone he wished he could be. Harry put everything he wished he was into Lucy; and she, in turn, pushed Harry to be more like the person he wanted to be.

Once she got him out and about doing things that were fun for himself, she began to guide him in exploring his mischievous side. As with exploring the world outside his cupboard, she started small; like getting him to pull a prank and get someone else blamed for it, or other small tricks to be played on unsuspecting people. As a way to retaliate for all the bad treatment, Harry usually targeted either Dudley or one of his gang for his pranks or to be the ones to receive the blame.

When Harry and Lucy didn't have anything else to do, they would talk to each other. Lucy had two favourite topics of discussion. The first was Dudley. Lucy loved to make jokes about Dudley. Usually about his weight, Dudley was quite fat, or his below average intelligence. Harry enjoyed these conversations because Lucy would say the things about Dudley that Harry wanted to say himself, but couldn't. He was too afraid of being overheard and the joke getting back to Dudley. But Lucy could say whatever she wanted because no one besides Harry could hear her.

Lucy's second favourite topic of conversation was Harry himself. This was a perfect example of Lucy coming up with an idea that did not originate with Harry. Lucy was adamant that Harry was special in some way. She insisted that he had a gift that other people didn't. This was really hard for Harry because he had never before considered himself special, or in any way better than other people. In fact, he usually felt just the opposite. He considered himself to be weaker than those around him.

The idea that he could actually be better, different in a positive way, than the people around him was, originally, very hard to Harry to imagine. However, as Lucy talked about this idea with more and more conviction, Harry began to look back on his life while considering her idea as an actual possibility, and he had to admit to himself that the idea might actually be right. It would certainly explain a lot. If his Aunt and Uncle knew, it would definitely explain why they hated him so much and had spent so much time and effort making him feel less than he was. They were jealous of the fact that he had something that they could never have, and they could easily let their jealousy justify hurting others. Plus, if Harry really was special or different, then there was also the fact that there was nothing the Dursleys hated more than something, or someone, being different than everybody else.

Near the end of March Harry was walking across the school grounds away from the school when his sister appeared next to him. "Hey Harry. How's it going, brother?"

"Not too bad sis," Harry sigh with a sigh, "I'm just getting tired of dumbing myself down in class so I don't do better that Dudley. It wouldn't be too bad, I do learn all the stuff in class, but the teachers keep getting mad at me for doing poorly on the tests and that gets annoying."

"So why don't you just stop missing the questions?" asked Lucy.

"You know the answer to that. If I did that, I would be punished by Uncle Vernon for showing up his son," said Harry with another sigh, "and that is one thing I don't want. I mean, it's not my fault that his son is such a fat, stupid pig, but if I were to ever do something to point out that fact to Uncle Vernon, he would make my home life even more miserable than it already is."

Lucy sighed to herself. She fully understood what her brother was saying. The walking tub of lard that called himself Vernon Dudley would surely hurt Harry if he actually did better at anything than his dear, equally fat, son. Oh, how she wished she could hurt the fat man, his fat son, and his surprisingly skinny wife for all they had done, and continued to do, to her brother. But alas, she had no physical body and had no way to actually do anything to help her brother. All she could do was continue to be there for him whenever he needed someone to talk to.

For now, though, she wanted to return to one of her favourite topics; why the Dursleys hated her brother so much. "Have you given any more thought about why the Dursleys don't like you?" she asked.

Harry sighed aloud. He had often thought about the answer to that question, especially since Lucy had recently started bringing it up so often. Why was it that his only family hated him so much? Try as he might, he really couldn't think of anything that he could have done to deserve their hatred. The only things Harry could think of were: he cried too much as a baby, the Dursleys hated his parents and took their hatred out on him, they just hated his very existence and didn't have, or need, a reason to justify it, or maybe Lucy was right and they hated him because they sensed something different in him and they hated anything different.

"You know better than anyone else how much I have thought about that Lucy," Harry replied sadly. "But, I've never been able to figure out why they would hate me. You know all the different theories I've had over the years, but none of them really make much sense to me. Your idea does make the most sense, but I'm still not sure that I'm special in any way. If anything, I feel like I'm less special. I can't run as fast or jump as high as some of the kids. I do understand what's being said in class, and just miss questions on the tests on purpose so I don't appear smarter than Dudley, but there are some really smart kids in the school. I don't see myself as any more special than the other kids."

Harry and Lucy had been walking through the park together when Harry noticed saw a park bench that seemed like a good place to sit for a bit.

"Well Harry, my dear brother, I think I've finally realized what your gift might be!" Lucy said with an oddly excited smile as she sat next to him on the bench. She leaned in close as if she had a grand secret to share with him.

"Now, before you say something negative, I want you to listen and promise to keep an open mind. I want you to think about what I say before you say it isn't possible; can you do that, brother?" Harry just nodded his agreement as he gestured for her to continue.

"As you know, I think the reason why the Dursleys hate you is because you are special. The special part is that I believe you have magic!"

Without thinking, Harry blurted out, "But Uncle Vernon says that there is no such thing as magic!" His uncle had beaten that particular thought into him over the years with a vengeance. "Besides, if I really had magic, wouldn't I have shown some proof of it by now? I think you're wrong; I don't have any magical powers."

As Lucy was about to respond, her eyes suddenly grew wide as she focused on something behind Harry. Just as Harry started to turn around to see what she was looking at, he heard a voice say, "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Looks like the Freak is talking to himself again. What kind of a loon talks to himself? Hey boys, maybe we should call him Loony, instead of Freak! What do you think?"

Harry turned to see Dudley and his gang of friends. Piers Polkiss, a rat faced boy who was Dudley's second in command, Dennis Parker, a very dimwitted boy with dark hair and pale skin, Gordon Green, a blond haired, light skinned boy who thought it hilarious to pick his nose and wipe his finger on unsuspecting people, and Malcolm Macklin, another light skinned boy with dirty blonde hair and poor complexion as a result of his love of candies and sweets. Harry and Lucy had together come up with nicknames for each of the gang. In fact, Harry had a hard time, sometimes, remembering the real names of the boys. He always just referred to them as Fat Boy (Dudley), Rat Face (Piers Polkiss), Dumbass (Dennis Parker), Goober (Gordon Green), and M&M (Malcolm Macklin).

"Oooh look, it's Fat Boy, Rat Face, and the rest of the goon squad," Lucy said with a smirk because she knew the idiots couldn't hear her. It really was a shame she couldn't touch anyone or she would have loved to kick some of the boys in the balls. "What do these fools want"?

Harry couldn't help himself and chuckled aloud at what Lucy had said.

"What's so funny, Loony?" Rat Face Polkiss sneered.

"Oh nothing Polkiss, just something I heard earlier," Harry said with a smile, "so what are you lot doing here?"

"We were on our way to Gordon's house, when we saw you sitting here and decided to come say hi," Dudley said in a falsely sweet voice. One of his favourite pastimes was picking on Harry, especially in front of his other friends. "We hardly spend any time together, little cousin. I wonder why that is? Do you miss hanging out with me? Is that why you started talking to yourself? If you're that desperate for a friend, perhaps you should try making friends with Bishop. Maybe you, him, and both of your imaginary friends can all sit down for a tea party!"

Dudley's friends laughed at his lame joke. Bishop was Kevin Bishop, an eight-year-old kid who was constantly talking to his own imaginary friend. Harry didn't know much about Bishop, other than his reputation, and really had no interest in getting to know him either. He knew what would happen.

"Sorry, Dudley. I don't know Bishop very well. But even if I did, we both know what would happen if I tried to befriend him. You would bully him and constantly beat him up until he ignored me like you've done to everyone else at this school. I wouldn't wish that fate on anyone." Harry responded. "So you tell me, who else am I going to talk to when you isolate me from anyone? You can't bully anyone my imagination comes up with."

"You don't deserve any real friends, Loony." Polkiss said with a nasty smile. "Imaginary friends are the only people who can stand to be around you. You're nothing more than a Freak!"

"I'm a Freak? Do you own a mirror? What happened to your face? Did your mother hook up with a Rat before you were born or something? How else do you explain being a Rat Face…?" Harry retorted. He wasn't really sure where the bravery to say such a thing came from, they weren't saying anything they hadn't said before, he was just sick and tired of putting up with their crap.

Rat Face Polkiss swung a fist to punch Harry, but Harry dodged, causing the punch to miss. Then, as Polkiss stepped forward to follow through with his punch and to grab Harry, he got tangled up with Goober Gordon who had stepped forward to help grab Harry. As a result, both boys fell onto the park bench that Harry had just vacated. Harry's joy at having avoided the punch was short lived as he looked up and saw Dudley bearing down on him with anger burning brightly in his eyes.

"You've done it now Loony," Dudley said. "We would have left you alone after just hitting you once or twice. You should've just taken your blows. Instead you insulted Polkiss' mother, then could have hurt him and Gordon when they fell on that bench. Guys, hold him down. We need to teach this Loony Freak a lesson."

Now, usually Harry would just sit there and take his beating, it was faster and easier than allowing Dudley to get really mad. But today, for whatever reason, Harry felt brave enough to speak his mind and to actually stand up to Dudley.

"Oh no! How scary! I have a Fat Boy, a Rat Face, a Dumbass, a Goober, and an M&M chasing me. Whatever shall I do?" Harry taunted as he dodged out of the boys' grasp, pointing to each boy as he said their nickname before turning and running away. One of the benefits of constantly being picked on by Dudley was that Harry was very familiar with the school and surrounding area. He had learned all the good hiding spots where Dudley and his friends would never be able to find him. It also helped that he had Lucy around to warn him if Dudley or one of his friends managed to get ahead of him so he could take another route.

Today, though, Harry wasn't so lucky. He was enjoying the adrenaline rush that came with finally speaking his mind to Dudley, and wasn't paying attention. So, when Lucy warned him that one of the boys had managed to get ahead of him, he took a wrong turn and ended up running down a narrow path that had both ends covered by Dudley and his gang. Harry knew that getting past the boys at either end of the path wouldn't work, and that his only option was to hide behind some of the garbage bins nearby. Not the funnest place to hide, but it was also one of the least likely places that Dudley and gang would search. So, with bare moments to spare before the gang would be able to see him, Harry took a flying jump to get over some of the smaller rubbish bins, and found himself on the roof top...

As Harry appeared on the roof above the school kitchen, he heard Dumbass Dennis yell out, "Where's Loony?"

"I don't know, didn't you say he came through here?" M&M Malcolm yelled back.

"I saw him too! How could we have missed him?" Goober Gordon asked.

"Idiots! It's obvious he's here somewhere. Probably hiding somewhere shaking in fear," Dudley shouted, taking control of his gang. "Fan out and search for him. I can't wait to plant my fist in that skinny punk's face."

Harry placed his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath, and listened to the sounds coming from below as the gang searched for him. When he had caught his breath, the panic he had felt as he was running from the gang began to dissipate and Harry felt a new concern creep up from the back of his mind. How had he gotten on the roof? He remembered making the decision to jump behind the rubbish bins, and he remembered starting to jump, but he had no idea how he ended up on the roof. Was it possible that maybe the wind picked him up and made him jump higher than he planned? He was very scrawny, maybe even scrawny enough for that to be possible.

As he was thinking about how he could have ended up on the roof, Lucy appeared next to him with a huge smile on her face and said, "See Harry? I told you that you have magic! You just 'Jumped'! Exactly like David in Jumper!" Lucy was jumping up and down in her excitement. Here was the proof that her brother was magical, just like she knew he was.

"Oh, come on Lucy. It was just a stronger than usual gust of wind," Harry half-heartedly denied. "I'm so scrawny that I'll bet it's possible for the wind to help carry me. I'm sure that's all it was. I'm not like David." Truthfully, Harry was really beginning to believe that something strange actually did happen. There were just too many coincidences.

Lucy sighed to herself. What would it take to convince her brother that magic was real, and that he had it? She wasn't sure herself why she felt so strongly that magic was real, but she did. She had almost all of Harry's memories and feelings and could remember vividly some of Uncle Vernon's rants about how there was no such thing as magic. Magic was something that existed only in the movies and in books. It didn't exist in real life. But still, there was something inside of her, something she couldn't identify or explain, that made her certain that magic actually existed.

"Harry, remember that earlier you promised to keep an open mind," Lucy reminded Harry with a deep sigh. She tried again to convince her brother of the truth of what she was trying to tell him. "I know that our dear old Uncle Vernon told you that there is no such thing as magic, but do you really truly believe that the wind carried you up here? You might be a little scrawny, Harry, but there is no way the wind could be strong enough to lift you up this high, while leaving everything else down there untouched. If the wind was actually that strong, there would be a ton of rubbish up here with you. But look around, there's nothing else up here! And remember last week? Your teacher's hair turned blue after you got mad at her for calling you a cheat and a liar just because you did well on your test. Then, even though there was nothing indicating you were responsible, even though they knew it was impossible for you to be responsible, the Dursleys punished you even though you didn't do anything. They seemed to know that you were responsible, even with no evidence to suggest it was you."

As much as Harry wanted to deny it, as much as he wanted to be normal, wanted his family to like him, he knew that his sister was right. How else could he explain what had happened to his teacher? He remembered what it felt like. He felt good about doing well on his test, then the teacher began to yell at him in front of all his other classmates. He felt his face go red from embarrassment even though he hadn't done anything wrong. All he wanted to do was get back at her in some way for embarrassing him like that. He remembered how his body had grown hot while he imagined her hair turning different colours. Then, when he and his classmates returned from recess, he noticed that her hair looked different than it did before the recess break. It had changed from the deep, vibrant red that his teacher was so proud of, to a deep rich blue. It actually looked pretty good, Harry thought, but the rest of the kids had been very quick to point out the colour change and to laugh at the teacher.

And what about just now? As Harry thought back on how he got up to the roof, he remembered feeling that same warmth in his body just as he made the jump. In fact, Harry thought back on the past year and remembered many more examples where someone had been rude to him or called him names. Several times he had wished that something bad would happen to them, then something bad would.

It didn't happen every time, and over the past year whenever something strange had happened Harry had just assumed that it was a coincidence. But in the last several months since Lucy came into his life, and especially since she had been talking to him about magic, he had been thinking about those coincidences again. The strange thing was that every time he had wanted something bad to happen to someone and it had, he had experienced that same strange warmth coming from deep within his own body. And now, with the teacher's hair and him ending up on the roof, he had to admit that magic certainly explained things better than any other explanation he could think of.

It would also explain a great deal about why his relatives hated him so much. The despised anything strange, or unusual, in the world around them. Harry remembered listening to a conversation between Dudley and Uncle Vernon when they were watching one of the superhero movies together. Dudley had wished that people could really do the things that he saw in the movie. Harry would never forget the way Uncle Vernon had gotten mad at Dudley, he never got mad at Dudley, and explained to him in a very angry voice that to wish for things like that was a sin. Only God could, and should, have such power, and to wish to have power like God was blasphemy. Harry had chuckled to himself because of Dudley's discomfort, but the words Vernon had said, and the way he said them, had stuck in Harry's memory. Harry had wondered why his Uncle bought those movies if he railed against the principles in them like he did, but then he realized that was the very reason Vernon watched those movies. He enjoyed complaining about those things. It made him feel righteous, and powerful. Even though, deep down inside, he was simply jealous that he couldn't do those things.

"So, if it is magic, do you really think I can 'Jump' like David in Jumper?" asked Harry.

"Duh! Isn't it obvious?" Lucy scoffed. "How do you think you got up here in the first place? You did it just like David did in the movie when he jumped for the first time. He was frightened, he wanted to be somewhere else, and then he was. He did it the first time without thinking. You just have to learn like he did, by concentrating on where he wanted to go, then 'Jumping' there. Let's start with something easy, concentrate on jumping off this roof and away from Dudley."

Neither Harry nor Lucy were aware, but as Harry was concentrating on completing his first conscious 'Jump', the magic in his body was transforming to fit his needs. The first time that he 'Jumped', he was actually doing something that a hidden world referred to as 'Apparating'. On the surface, both Jumping and Apparating accomplish the same goal. Namely, moving a person from one location to another instantaneously.

The way they do that, however, is slightly different. Jumping opens a window in space and time that the user then 'Jumps' through, hence the name. Apparition, on the other hand, skips the step of opening a window in space-time and simply moves the user from one place to another. Also, when a person Jumps, they need a photographically clear image in their head as to where they are Jumping to in order to complete the Jump to a new location. When a person Apparates, a clear image of where they intend to go is also needed, but it does not need to be as precise as when a person Jumps.

Now the wonderful thing about magic is that it's limitless. Magic is a neutral element that is neither good nor evil. Magic, in and of itself, has no nature; it is formless, and adapts itself to realize the desires of the user, whatever they may be. Some things are impossible to accomplish, but the magic will try to find the closest approximation. It is up to the user to use the magic for good or evil.

Unfortunately, over the course of the last two thousand years, magic had stopped being utilized in the same way it used to be. Originally, magic users learned on their own, letting their personalities work with the magic to create new and wondrous things. However, learning magic that way takes time, and people were too impatient. So, they created training tools to help them learn. These tools took the form of sticks, called wands, which were imbued with the essence of various magical substances. These wands helped to focus a person's magic until they grew strong enough to ditch the wands, and let the magic truly grow and adapt to the user's wishes.

The problem is that over time people begun to forget that the wands were simply a training tool, and believed that the wands were the only way to use magic. They created spells and conducted research into the nature of magic trying to understand it. But magic is formless until given purpose by its user, and cannot be understood. Over time, only a select few remained who remembered the original purpose of wands, and were able to do magic without the use of a wand.

These people who were able to do magic without the use of a wand were referred to as the Wandless. They were generally a lot more powerful than Wizards who relied on wands, but they only touched the tip of the iceberg of what magic was capable of doing because, over time, they began to rely on the use of spells to work magic, they were just able to cast those spells without the use of a wand. Because of the amount of magical knowledge that was lost, the Wandless Wizards, though incredibly powerful, were ultimately unaware of what their own potential was. Rather than allow the magic to grow and adapt to the personality of the user, they tried to force the magic into certain paths through spells. Certain spells were certainly useful, but those who were able to use just the force of their own willpower were able to become so much more powerful. That is how the Ancient Wizards worked, and why they were so powerful. They let the magic work with them, rather than trying to control it through spells.

Eventually, around a thousand years ago, a group of Wandless Wizards banded together to learn more about magic and to make themselves more powerful. They referred to themselves as Mages, and they were much more powerful than any of the Wanded Wizards of their day, as well as any Wizard alive now. But, as powerful as they were, they were still only touching the tip of the iceberg. Each of the Mages decided to strive for complete mastery of one chosen field of magic. They generally chose specific skills to focus on, such as control of the elements (fire, wind, water, or earth), ability to use telepathy, or the ability to summon great skills and warriors, etc.

Even though they became incredibly powerful in their respective elements, the fact that they confined themselves to one area of study ultimately limited the power that they had. With training, the power and mastery that they were able to obtain made them incredibly respected in the magical community. Their advice and teachings were continually sought, and they used these teaching opportunities to further their research into magic even more.

Over time, however, more and more people decided to use wands and staffs, as it was easier to do magic with these tools than without. Despite people choosing to use wands and staffs, they still desired the same level of power as the Mages. Rather than admit their own shortcomings for being unable to use Wandless Magic, they chose, instead, to blame the Mages of withholding the teachings of higher level magics because of greed. They claimed that the Mages were greedy of their power and so refused to teach the more powerful magics to others to avoid competition. In response to these accusations, and upon realizing that their teachings were being followed less and less as people grew more hostile about not being given a shortcut to immense power, the Mages made a decision to leave. Over time they disappeared completely, leaving no clue as to where they had gone.

Now, after nearly a thousand years, magic was finally being given the chance to transform itself once again to meet the needs of the magic users, and young Harry Potter was one of these people. Within the past few hundred years or so, there had only been perhaps a few thousand known people, worldwide, who had been powerful enough for the magic to change itself to meet their needs. However, over the past thirty years the magic had been slowly growing, finding more people with the potential to use it correctly, and with Harry it seemed another person was going to go back to the old way of using magic. The original way; without the use of wands and spells that people used nowadays.

When Harry made his first conscious Jump, it started a chain of events that no one saw coming. Events would soon change the world as people knew it, by creating a new world order - a new dark age.

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Harry was unaware, but even before he made his first conscious Jump he was being watched. Actually, it was because he Apparated onto the roof of the school that he was being watched. The person who was watching him was known as Mystic Knight Erebus, a twenty-three-year-old Mystic, who had earned this title because of his ability to control shadows to fit his needs.

Mystic Knight Erebus was a Mystic, who was able to use magic without the use of a wand. When he was a young man, right around Harry's age in fact, his magic transformed itself to give him the ability to manipulate shadows, a power that was incredibly rare, and even harder to control. This power gave him the ability to hide himself in shadows, to the point of being invisible. He was also able to travel through shadow, step into the shadow of one building, and out of the shadow of a tree some distance away. These are just a couple of the things Erebus was able to do with his control of shadow, but it was his ability to move unseen that explains his presence at Harry's school on this day.

Mystic Knight Erebus was not at the school looking for Harry, but for someone else entirely. He was searching for another Mystic. From the reports he had been given, this unknown Mystic was able to control the Earth around him. This classified him as an Elemental Mystic, or more specifically, an Earth Mystic.

All that was known about this Earth Mystic was that they were in their pre-teens, were living or hiding somewhere in Surrey, and were misusing their powers. The reason behind the misuse wasn't clear. It could be because they felt they had no other option to defend themselves from something, they weren't sure how to control their power and it was getting away from them, or if they were doing it because they thought it fun and believed that there was no one around who could stop them. It was actually for this purpose that Mystic Knight Erebus had been dispatched. His instructions were to find this Mystic and determine their reasons for their blatant misuse of magic.

As Erebus was looking for the Earth Mystic, he happened to be passing by St. Gregory's Primary School when he heard several voices shouting from around the school grounds. Thinking it could have something to do with the Earth Mystic, he decided to investigate. Since he did not wish to be seen, the shadow manipulator wrapped himself in shadows and set off to discover the source or the noise.

When he arrived on the scene, he saw five children chasing after a lone child with unruly black hair and glasses. Instantly recognizing what was going on, Erebus cursed his standing orders to not interfere with non-magical affairs except to save a life.

Having had some experience with bullies in his own past, Erebus had no desire to watch what would happen to the young boy since he had now been cornered in a narrow passage between two buildings. He actually started to leave to continue his search for the Earth Mystics when he felt wild magic coming from the boy. Someone who has been well trained, like Mystic Erebus, leaves very little evidence behind when they used magic. An untrained person, however, left a lot of magical energy behind whenever they use their magic.

With training, you could track someone by the magical signature they left behind. That was actually how Erebus hoped to find the Earth Mystic, by finding some evidence of their magic, then following it to its source. Erebus was unaware of any other Mystics in the area, but this boy was throwing off a huge amount of energy. Because of this, Erebus fell back on another standing order from his superiors; namely, should they happen to discover a young magic user, they were meant to bring them to headquarters to see if they had the potential to become a Mystic.

Erebus thought back on his own early years as he watched the black haired boy use accidental magic to Apparate away from the boys chasing him. From his vantage point hiding in a nearby shadow, Erebus was able to see when Harry appeared on the roof of the kitchen. When he saw Harry reappear, Erebus decided to move to a closer shadow so that he could hear what the boy was saying - he could see that he was speaking, but couldn't hear the words - and maybe even introduce himself.

When he moved closer, however, it appeared as though the boy was talking to himself, except that he seemed to be having a conversation and Erebus could only hear one side of it. As he listened more, it became apparent that the boy was talking to an imaginary friend.

Just as Erebus was about to come out of the shadows to talk to the young boy, he felt a surge in magical energy right before the boy stepped to the edge of the roof, and disappeared. At first glance, Erebus thought that the boy had Apparated. Upon closer inspection, however, Erebus noticed a strange amount of magical energy floating in the air where the boy had stood a moment before. There was no doubt in Erebus's mind. This kid could easily become a Mystic with a little training.

As soon as he realized this, the Shadow Mystic removed a small orb from his pocket. He cleared his throat before speaking, "Headquarters, this is Mystic Erebus, come in."

"Mystic Knight Erebus. Report," the image of a lady in her mid-twenties appeared on the surface of the orb to match the voice he heard. "Have you found the Earth Mystic already?"

"No, not yet Mystic Ruby. I'm still searching the area." replied Erebus.

"Then why are you calling?" queried Mystic Ruby.

"I believe I have found another candidate for Mystic training."

"Oh really?" Mystic Ruby perked up considerably at this news. Mystics were incredibly rare; the chances of just stumbling upon a new Mystic were astronomical. "Any idea what powers this new Mystic might have?"

"No. From what I've seen and heard, he has just realized he has magic" explained the Shadow Manipulator.

"Do you still have eyes on him?"

"No, he just Apparated away." Erebus replied before going on to give a full report of what he had seen and heard.

As he finished his report, Erebus noticed that Ruby looked worried. "Mystic Ruby, what's wrong?"

"I can't say for sure without seeing it for myself, but from what you said I don't believe that the child Apparated. I believe he accomplished something called Jumping. That shouldn't be possible," Ruby replied worriedly. "Jumping is a skill from a movie that isn't supposed to come out until next year."

"What do you mean, Mystic Ruby?"

"There's a film coming out next year called Jumper," Ruby explained.

She gave a short synopsis of the plot of the film. The Paladins from the movie reminded Erebus quite a bit of a similar group by the same name that was constantly at war with the magical community. They were religious extremists who believed that only God should have the powers of magic, and dedicated their life to hunting down anyone who blasphemed against God by practicing the evil art of magic. Erebus wondered to himself if the person who wrote the book and allowed it to be made into a movie was somehow associated with the real Paladins.

Erebus was pulled from his introspection as Ruby continued, "Once the film comes out, we're expecting quite a few people in the magical community to try to learn this skill. When we heard about the film we had some of our non-magical contacts put the film on hold for a short time, while we experimented to see if it was a skill that was possible to learn."

"Well, obviously it is possible, since I just saw a child do it." Erebus replied, not really understanding what the problem was.

"That's part of what's troubling me. It took quite some time for us, and out of the two hundred Mystics who attempted to learn this skill, only approximately fifty have succeeded," Ruby explained. "We still aren't sure why only those fifty could learn it when others couldn't, since it doesn't take much power. It does, however, require a lot more control and concentration than regular Apparition. So, for a child to have the control and concentration necessary to learn such a tricky is quite amazing."

"I'm afraid I don't quite understand your worry, Mystic Ruby," Erebus said. "According to you it is harder to learn, and master, than Apparition and only one quarter of the Mystics who tried to learn it were able to. I agree that it's impressive that this child can do it, but I don't understand your concern."

"The problem, Mystic Erebus," Ruby began, "is that, so far, we are unable to ward against it. Jumping seems to be an entirely new kind of teleportation skill that somehow bypasses the wards and barriers that stop normal Apparition."

"Ok. Now your worry makes sense," Erebus replied. Luckily they still had some time to learn a counter to this new magic since the movie wasn't due out until next year, but it was still alarming and could easily become a problem. The magical community had criminals just like any other, and the thought of criminal wizards getting their hands on a new type of teleportation magic that couldn't be stopped worried the Mystic Knight greatly.

"Any ideas yet?" Erebus asked hopefully.

"Not really, no," Mystic Ruby said with a sigh. "So far the only preventative measure we've been able to come up with is, like in the movie, shock the person with a high voltage charge. We've had success with charges between 200 Volts and 340 Volts stopping Jumping; of course that level of electricity is enough to kill a non-magical human, so it's not hard to imagine it incapacitating a magical one. With that much electricity running through their body, even our strongest Mystics were incapable of casting any spells. The only exception, of course, was Mystic Knight Laxus, since lightning is his element and electrocuting him is completely useless. But aside from him, pretty much the only defence against Jumping we have so far is to make the user unable to cast any magic. If we can contain them, then we are able to put the magical bands on them which prevent them from doing anything."

"So, in light of this, any new orders for me?" Mystic Erebus asked.

"No. This new child you found hasn't done anything yet. Our first priority is to find the Earth Mystic. Whoever it is has been causing us too much trouble forcing us to cover up for him/her. We need you to track them down and try to make them realize what they are doing wrong. We work too hard at keeping our existence a secret to be outed by some preteen punk." Mystic Ruby responded, her voice growing stronger as she got back on familiar ground. "But, I do want you to keep your eyes and ears open for any new information about this new young magic user that you can find. I need to find out how a child was able to get his hands on a movie that wasn't supposed to be out until next year. We need to know if this was an isolated incident, or if we are going to have to worry about Jumping before any of us are ready for it. Good hunting Knight Mystic Erebus…"

"Oh! I almost forgot," Mystic Ruby exclaimed right as she was about to end the magical communication. "Make sure to be extra careful around this new magical child if he really does have an imaginary friend."

"Seriously Mystic Ruby? Why should I be afraid of an imaginary friend?" Erebus asked, wondering what possible harm a young boy's imagination could cause.

"Unlike a normal imaginary friend from a non-magical, an imaginary friend that has been created by a magical person, especially one strong enough to have Mystic Potential, is quite different," explained Ruby. "The magic makes the imaginary friend almost a completely separate entity. They can see things that their creator cannot, they are capable of independent thought, and if the creator is strong enough, some are even capable of using magic to defend their creator. So just be careful when following this new candidate. It might be quite difficult to make a good first impression if his imaginary friend spots you following them."

"Understood, Mystic Ruby. I'll make sure that the kid never sees me, until I'm ready to make first contact. Good day. Mystic Knight Erebus signing off," said Mystic Erebus. He was amazed at the new things he learned every day. Imagine, an invisible, imaginary friend that could do all of those things. After a few moments, Erebus slipped the now blank orb back into his pocket. He decided that, since he was already at the school, he might as well look around. With a practiced move that only hinted at the thousands of times he had done it, Erebus wrapped the nearby shadows around himself and slipped into the school to look for the school records of the amazing child he had seen.

To be Continued!

Author's Note: Here ends the first part of the Sage, Harry's Childhood, I thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. As you might have spotted, I made a small mention about Fairy Tail in sorts in this chapter, easy to miss if you're not looking as I didn't mention the world in words, but it is there along with an item that Erebus used.

There'll be several chapters in this saga before I get the Year Saga starts. In Harry's Childhood Sage, I'll be showing you his childhood in more detail, and showing you how he became the way he was. During this time, I'll be making him a bit more powerful than the wand users. If you're worried he'll be super powerful and no one will be able to fight him, don't be, as you'll see in the next chapter, there'll be people who are like him and at this time of the story more powerful than Harry.

So you know I wasn't planning to update until Wednesday, but I have a few questions for you all, and they'll effect my work and the update speed to a few chapters:

1) As many of you know, I was crossing this story with Overlord, Fairy Tail and Charmed, and whilst I'm keeping Overlord and Fairy Tail, I was wondering about your thoughts about Charmed. Should I keep the plot of the show in the story, should I make the sisters as Mystics instead of Wiccans, or leave the sisters out of it all together?

2) How long do you like the chapters to be? This is the main thing that effect the story, as I was thinking of doing no more than 10,000 words (before A/Ns) - but that all depends if I was able to find a good cut of point. But if you want longer chapters then 10,000 words I can do it, but the update well take a bit longer. So do you want a chapter to be around 10,000 words or do you want them to be longer?

3) Last question, and this won't affect the story until around late second year, to third year, but I had a review that got me thinking:

- Harry's friendship group.

This is an area where it is mainly extra fluff, but Harry's friends seem almost too understanding and unified. Remembering the previous write, the only major conflict I remember was Blaise distancing himself, which was wrapped up without much focus. Especially as the group gets older, it's a group of hormonal teens, and that is a hotbed for conflict. I'm not asking for them to all fall out and tear each other apart every ten chapters, but little disagreements between members would be an added realism factor, and would allow Harry to cement his leadership role by ending the conflict.

So I was wondering what kind of conflicts could appear in the story, and how should I have Harry end the conflict? Not only that if you remember the conflict with Blaise distancing himself, which at this point I can't until I get to that point, is there a better way I could have done it and if so what should it be?

Once again I would like to thank you for reading this story, and I am once again sorry for reworking the story. But I hope that by showing you what happened in Harry's childhood, instead of telling you, I made the story better. And I hope you like the new elements of the story too, new powers will be seen soon. So I hope you spare a few more moments and let me know what you think of this, and tell me if there is anything I could do to make the last version better.

Next Chapter: In the next chapter it'll not be the next part of this saga, but the first interlude in this story. There'll be a few of these here and there in the story, the first will be The Mystics. This one explains about how the Mystics came about, and depending how you answer question 2, well be either in one or three parts.