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A/N: From hear out this will be writhen from Harry's POV unless otherwise stated. I would also like to thank all of you who already reviewed ch. 1 despite it being up for only a few hours and how short it was so as a special treat here is the next chapter early.

A/N: I went back and cleaned it up some hopfuly this will be more readable. Thanks to thouse who reviewed and for your helpfull criticism.

2: IT

I snapped awake as suddenly and totally as if a starting gun had gone off next to my ear. I knew it was futile to attempt to return to sleep but I was tempted to try any ways. It was one of those hyper realistic dreams that are so real you feel like you where right there. Even as I tried to recapture the dream I felt the details slipping away. There was a flying motorcycle in there some ware. I groaned inwardly as I finally gave up and turned my attention to discovering what had woken me. It wasn't the usual shrill shriek of Aunt Petunia to get up and finish breakfast, besides it still felt to early for that. In fact no one should be up at this ungodly hour.

Then I detected faint furtive movements coming from out in the house. My still sleep fogged brain immediately jumped to thoughts of a brake in. If it was a brake in they might kill the Dursleys and take the valuables. Needless to say sleep was roughly shoved aside by a jolt of adrenaline. With the sudden energy two things happened at once. First I felt IT stir with in me and start to course through my veins. As always it felt so good, so right, so intoxicating. I felt so strong and alert and ready for any thing, I was INVINCABLE.

The second thing that happened was that with the jolt of adrenalin the last of my sleep induced fog was driven away and I came to the conclusion that the "intruder" was probably my Aunt getting up early to watch the neighbors. This meant no one was going to kill the Dursleys today, to bad but the day was still young. I snorted quietly at that. I then tuned my attention to calming down. I knew from experience if I let IT keep flowing IT would start to do things on it's own, usually in a vary loud and destructive manor.

Once I had stopped the rush of IT, avoiding blowing anything up and admonished my self for the invincible comment, honestly I sounded like a cheesy villain in a low budget movie, I turned to thoughts of possibl reasons for the sudden change in severance times for the neighbors. She never brakes from her routines with out a reason. Then it came to me, she would be watching to see if Ms.Bushman from next door would get in another screaming match with her daughter like the one they had last night. Honestly I doubt I am even related to her. I mean come on, the woman was pathetic. She was as dumb as a box of rocks and twice as useless. The most damming evidence was that she had almost none of IT in her.

While everyone had some of IT in them, I could always tell the ones who had enough IT in them to use. When I had run across those who had enough to use it, they always felt like warm camp fires when I reached out with IT. I had unfortunately never run across one with out my "family" present so I never had the opportunity to ask them about IT. The strange thing about these people have been always seemed to be very excited perhaps even honored to meet me. But the second I try to get them alone they seem to disappear. And I'm sure they didn't just walk away, no I am sure they used IT to disappear. I would fell a sudden surge of IT from them and them they were gone, once I had heard a faint "pop".

The most infuriating part of the whole thing is my aunt and uncle obviously knew, or least suspected, that the strangers could use IT. They didn't react in the same disgusted and contemptuous manner that they normally used when forced to face someone unusual or strange but with outright fear. Afterwards they would blame me for attracting "one of those freaks." This meant that they knew about IT and about my ability to feel and command IT. They seemed to think that if I was miserable enough I would not be able to access IT. Yet another example of just how ignorant they are. Adversity makes us stronger it keeps us hungry for more.

Mostly thanks to there attempts to keep me downtrodden I had developed my abilities, fueled by spite and necessity, to command IT to an alarming degree since the first time I healed a bruise given to me by Dudley for looking at his toy at his 5th birthday party. Now I could use it to heal up to broken bones, light fires, give off small static shocks, levitate things, and make items lighter or heaver. I can also for lack of a better word "read" minds of people if I have eye contact. I also learned to channel IT by allowing IT to flow through me, like earlier but with considerably less power. When I'm channeling IT I can lift things that should have been to heavy (unfortunately I couldn't lift cars, yet, only maybe 50 pound more tops), move faster (again no super hero speeds but I once reached 25mph), feel the IT in others, and can some times make time seam to slow down enough that I can easily have time to think and react. While I can channel for more or less days it leaves me vary tired if I let it go to long with out a brake.

I was rudely interrupted from my ruminations by the shrieks of my aunt telling me to get up and finish breakfast. I never bothered to ask why she started it if I was the one who had to actually cook it. That was just too unimportant to bother breaking the no questions rule to ask. I told her I was up and would be out presently. As I got up off my bare mattress and got dressed I reflected that the embargo on questions was probably because they knew that I would poke wholes through there lies.

My hatred of them had been a burning weight in my gut ever since I went looked for the obituaries for my parents and found a small piece in a local newspaper in Godrics Hollow that credited it to a "gas explosion." They had allways insisted they died in a car crash, caused by my father who was driving drunk. I had no doubt that I had gotten my gifts from my parents and I will make them proud. Once I was strong enough I would brake free. After I finally escape this festering tome of mediocrity I will see to it the Dursleys reaped what they had sowed. Oh yes they would pay, but first breakfast.

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