Chapter two: In the basement.

It has been almost three years since I had the undeniable knowledge of my ancestry and wizarding world. Since then there hasn't been a day that I didn't ask my self why I am still here and haven't left. Day by day, hour by hour, as I gained more knowledge through my parent's old school books, I wondered why I am still here when I can conjure as much of food as I want, when I can go and live in some abounded home and make the muggles to leave it alone and live happily ever after. I didn't know why but I knew there was some outside force that prevented me from being away from them for more than twenty four hours.

Now I am sure you can imagine my hatred when I found the answer in the basement.

That day in the basement, I found a warding stone. I of course, had read about them. It is a very distinguishable stone. It is very colorful. For every ward that it holds, it has a color.

Imagine my surprise. I clearly remember that Dumbledore had written to my aunt that the blood ward that he had evoked to protect me could not be broken because it doesn't have any focus expect the shared blood. However, a warding stone is a very powerful focus. Moreover, you can break it very easily if you are knowledgeable and powerful enough.

I knew what I wanted to do but it was risky because there might be a safe guard to prevent anybody from acknowledging the stone. And then there would be hell to pay for the rocket that I would cause.

But as I know you have discovered I am a very nosy person.

I put my hand on it. "I am Harry James Potter." I said. "Explain your duties for I live within your wards."

Even now two years later I remember the exact wording. It was horrifying The important part was that it shaded some light into this puzzle that Dumbledore has created for me. I didn't understand all of the wards at first. However, I did search for them in the history books. And believe me when I say that I never have and never will find a history book more interesting. Imagine that.

Some of the wards where explainable but some of them, from my point of view were sadistic. Yes, it was plainly cruel and sadistic.

I understand why there has to be a fireproof ward in the house, but why there had to be a ward to keep me from leaving the house for more than a day.??? The sadistic part of them was the ward that prevented any body from knowing what was happening in the house expected selected people that the caster would have allowed.

You want to know what the worst part was. It was that I couldn't do anything about. I didn't have the knowledge or power.

I was doomed to live there, to be beaten, to be hurt, to be abuse until that kind caster of the wards deems it necessary for me to leave this hellhole.

Imagine yourself as a nine year-old abused boy who knew for the next two years he is doomed to live at the mercy of his abuser.

So I started planning, planning for revenge, for a way out. I knew I needed more knowledge first. But no searching and nosing around had any fruit. Even any re-reading of my books didn't do anything good, expect making me learn them by heart. I even risk searching Mrs. Figgs' house but strangely enough, there was not anything new, which in itself is a mystery. I was at my wits end. I read and re-read my parents' old books. But there wasn't anything there that I didn't know already.

Even though I couldn't gain anymore knowledge about wizarding world, I could have planned. And so I did just that.

A very basic and simple plan, to abandon them in their hours of need as they have done to me.

But it wasn't enough. I wasn't satisfied.

After every beating, after every insult, after every moment of unbearable pain, I would start day dreaming. I would imagine some random wizard, a very shocked and hurt wizard that I left to deal with his own problem alone.

And it wasn't enough. It did not ease my pain. It didn't even made some unknown part of me happy.

It just made it worse and I didn't know why.

Chapter three: At last it came.