Diamond Bond

It tensed up, the first thing he noticed about the weighted necklace was that. In his hands it seems to send shivers of power up his arm. When squinting one could imagine bolts of lightning shooting through a twisting golden chain and into that enchanting black diamond. Just touching it transformed it from a simple stone to dark beating heart.

"It was real." Whether what he said was statement or question was irrelevant, instead he focused on the necklace and held it up. Despite all its beauty there was something about it; maybe the way it looked like a noose when held up high; or even that as he held it something seemed to almost blocking him and there was that sinking feeling it wasn't met for him.

"Boy!" An familiar voice broke through his thoughts and sent pangs of terror through his heart, if what had happened was real, then she could control him with this thing. This small, yet heavy necklace could bind him to any female; what if his aunt touched it? The idea of having to take orders from her of all people was beyond fearful, it was disgusting.

In an almost frenzied panic he reached for his glasses, threw his clothes on with a speed that left too much room for mistakes, though he stuffed the necklace; albeit uncomfortably, into his jeans pocket. With his wand in the other he sped out of the house, not even bothering to listen to whatever his aunt wanted. He preferred to put us much distance between her, him and more importantly the necklace as possible; at least until he worked everything out.

It was a few long moments before the heat sunk in, a slow cooking feeling on the back of his neck which didn't seem prepared for the speed with which he flung open the door. Though for the most part Harry didn't notice and he sped through Privet Drive with no real location in mind, subconsciously he was heading towards the park but other than that there was no real end in sight. Instead he took a few long breaths and thought and little by little his mind began to whirl.

The necklace, when in the hands of a human female was supposed to give him unlimited power, though could that be real? Would he really have absolute power? It sounded almost too good, he was tempted to try it. Maybe he could use his power to take over the necklace, or even turn himself into. The thought ended their and something thundered through him, a sinister subtle presence which interrupted his thoughts, killed them right there. It was odd... perhaps more than just odd.

He was swinging before he realised he was sitting, yes at some point he had sat on a playground though that was quickly ignored with a dull ebbing, yes there was something else. His attention was diverted, all of it to this new-found feeling, it was almost powerful. Yes there was power, new-found power which rocked through him. Though even it felt constrained, a chain was across him; weightless and nearly irrelevant and yet it was there. Something deep within, and he couldn't place it. Or could he?

"Big D." The words alone, out of context were enough to warn him his cousin was approaching, he looked up and it seemed fate had decided they would be together. Though there was once a time when the meeting would have worried him, made him feel uneasy and yet there was nothing. Just a looming sense of annoyance.

"Look," the hushed whispers prevented any chance of further thought, the subject of his powers or whether or not everything he had been told was true or otherwise ended. Instead he looked up to see a face he knew all too well: fat, pudgy and coated in blond hair. For the first time in a while Harry wondered just how accurate the pig in a wig description was, after all how could you call someone a pig when they went beyond even that.

"What's up Big D? Beat up another ten year old?" Harry asked immediately, his tone mocking and cynical.

"This one deserved it." Harry would have believed the response was sarcastic, though he doubted Dudley had the sheer mental capacity to formulate such a response.

"Very brave, big man." His sigh surprised him, though he was dealing with someone with a relaxed approach to the reasoning and basic human intelligence.

"Well I'm not the one crying into my pillow every night." That provoked a rise, no doubt it was intended to for Harry's eyes narrowed and he got to his feet. He wondered what a scruffy teen, who still looked too thin, standing up and glaring looked like to them. After a second he didn't care, he considered reaching for his wand but in the same moment that subtle feeling returned and the idea was purged from his mind.

"Five against one doesn't look good Potter." One remarked, Piers he believed. One moved towards him. Slowly, methodically intending to take his time. Before jumping back with wide eyes, Harry paused and looked to see a red light swirling around his forefinger. Dudley's eyes looked ready to explode and the other members of his gang backed off.

The heat had gone, yes that was odd and why Harry noticed that now was a mystery. One he ignored almost too quickly and yet by the time he refocused the gang was gone. Had they run off because of a slight glow? It seemed unlikely, no there was... cold.

A familiar cold was seeping into his bones, though dulled, he knew it. Something was fighting it but, there was only one thing which could make him feel this way. A crushing sense of oppression, that the world was dark and would never be good again; he could feel it however it didn't seem as strong this time. No and yet the Dementor's aura was present and on automatic he began to run; the same direction as Dudley who had shouted something in his direction before sprinting away.

"What are you doing?" The boy demanded only a few moments after sprinting across hardened grass and through chilling air. Harry knew what he was thinking but before he could explain or force his cousin to move forward; a scabbed skeletal hand gripped the boy by the throat and forced him into the wall. Harry's hand scrambled for his wand; then his mind went black as another hand pushed him hard enough for him to slide down the alley. He saw it then.

A skeletal decayed faced, with peeling scabbed skin clawing at empty eye sockets above a gaping hole the thing called a mouth. He hard that deep rattling breath, saw those greying glistening hands and the black hood waving in the wind. So this was the nightmare behind those cloaks of black cloth, they were nightmarish and chilling. Monsters descending upon him, though it seemed to stumble while approaching. A confused movement that quickly dissipated in favour of aggression.

His wand, he needed his wand. Though the word wand seemed blocked in his mind, was that the real purpose of the necklace? It was supposed to distract him so this attack could end him, no he didn't believe it. Even with a lurching mouth drawing closer by the second it was ludicrous, so why did his mind resist him. Did he even need a wand? It seemed impossible! Though with his hand falling dead and his mind coming up empty whenever he went for it he was ok to try anything. So he thrust his hand out, pictured the cheerful faces of Ron and Hermione, and prayed.

A white light unlike anything he had ever seen tore from his arm and pinned the Dementor to the wall, that rattling breath was shortened and to Harry it was silently screaming. Perhaps for the other one which moved in a single swish towards him, though the white light freed its companion and hit it square in the chest. Throwing it back and to the floor, the first one tried to move but it didn't have time to extended a single glistening claw towards Harry before that same light flung it away. Harry for his part just froze and frowned, watched as a Dementor reached for the sky on its back like a turtle while the other silently screamed from afar. How was he doing this? There was a power deep inside him and the words of that mysterious man came back; he was powerful but only a fraction of how powerful he could be.

They were gone when he came back to reality, his sudden habit of falling into thought allowed him to only half see the Dementors flee with all the speed nature would allow them. A tortured gasp for air sent him focused on the half ton of mass on the floor; Dudley. He sped towards him, an uncanny worry settling in him.

He was breathing, his eyes were open and yet both seemed off. His breath was deep, throaty and almost strained, his eyes were now a milky white and it took a great effort for Harry to lift him to his feet. He wondered if he could somehow fix Dudley, make him forget or just wake him up; he was sure Dumbledore could do it and wasn't he supposed to be close to his power?

Then again how had he used that light? Or had it used itself? He didn't really know and perhaps the answer was obvious, he didn't know how to use this power. He was still him unless that necklace was being used to maybe that would explain things; not that he ever wanted it used.

"How..." A voice startled him, he looked up to see a meek elderly figure in the distance. Grey grizzled hair stood out as Harry half dragged his cousin to the end of the alley.

"Miss Fig." He stated wondering just how much he had seen before she turned to the side,

"I always thought you needed a wand." Those words stunned him, there was no hope of convincing her that something else had happened; though he doubted he actually could preform such a feat.

"You're a witch?" He asked. No demanded. Surely the woman he had spent so much of his childhood with was not a magical being. Though she shook her head almost immediately.

"No a squib, and I'm going to kill Mundungus Fletcher." She declared returning to her senses and yet fixing him with a quizzical, worried eye.

Number Four

"Have you been stealing boy?" A voice tore into Harry's ear the moment he dragged Dudley home. His heart ran cold when a thin bony hand snatched the necklace from his pocket, it must have been hanging out the whole time! No he reached to snatch is back but something stopped him and something filled his heart. Fear, ice cold fear rocked him to the very core, she had power over him.

"Dudley." She cried out in terror and in a moment any possibility of her realising what she had was gone, instead all focus was on her son. Vernon made a start, his eyes alive first with the prospect of dishing out a punishment and now with genuine concern.

"What have you done." He roared grabbing his son and shaking the pale boy who couldn't muster enough strength to even talk. Petunia was sheet white, rivalling the state of her son and Harry watched the necklace swinging in her hands, if he only he could take it. Though at the same time he realised that chain, those bindings he had imagined were gone.

"Fix him, you did this fix him!" Her command echoed through him, only then did Harry feel it. The power, the absolute power. Yes thundering through his veins was pure power, it was part of him and he felt stronger, bigger, better. The skies above were suddenly he playground, the Dursley's mere mortals while he a grand immortal whose body could touch a star if he wished. Yes it was his, the world was his to command! There was nothing beyond his power, there was nothing in his way, there was nothing but him!

He gasped, his ecstasy stopped and his hands moved for him and all focus was on Dudley. The boy became a human being in one eye and a mass of cells and atoms in the other. His mind was a web and with a purple flash he bore into, controlling it to target those memories. Those haunting Dementors who filled his soul with ice, those scabby faces which tormented his mind and his endless fear of magic. All of it was gone in a second, Harry crushed his fears, diminished his worries and fuelled his acceptance. All done via a blinding light show which turned the room into a firework display. Then stopped, his command was over and all that power was his. He could flee, run and yet he knew the necklace was bring him back. He could appear in the presence of Voldemort and will him out of existence, maybe he could do it before his Aunt inadvertently summoned him back. Then it stopped.

The necklace had slipped out of his aunt's fingers and dropped to the floor with a heavy thud. It flew into Harry's palm the moment he desired it to. He fled upstairs before a single word could be uttered, the door slammed and he just froze. Holding that diamond necklace in his hand, feeling its cold stone beating and trying to work out what he was going to do.