Chapter Five

Harry paced his room and stopped every few seconds to ram his head on the wall, as if it would help him find the answer. He couldn't get why this was happening to him. What was this "unknown power", was it even coming from him?

He pulled his trunk away from under his heap of cleaned laundry. He began packing everything, and I mean everything. He put in all his schoolbooks (although he didn't know whether he'd be needing it anymore), his cloaks that still fits him, extra clothes, spell materials, his cauldron, his dress robes, all his candy for his pre-birthday greeting from the Weasley's and Hermione. When he felt he could no longer fill it anymore he moved to his desk to find extra parchment.

Just as Harry began to write his first sentence he heard his door creak open. He turned to find a wistful Aunt Petunia. "Uh..er I'm kind of in a middle of something." He said not so pleasantly.

Aunt Petunia nodded knowing, "I see you've packed," she said looking at the trunk.

Harry stumbled over as he said on the bed groping the head board, "Yeah..well-,"

Aunt Petunia cut him off, "No Harry. You know you can't leave now. It's not time." Harry nodded glumly staring at his hands. Why was she being so bloody nice, I thought she'd want me to leave? Harry thought.

"Look," she continued. "I know we haven't been nice to at all, from the time you have been living with us. But I suppose you think it's weird we've been nice to you all this while."

Harry looked up expectedly at this point. "Well you remember when….Professor... Dumbledore…said he was glad we hadn't been treating you the same as Dudlekins. Well, I realized what he meant." Harry's eyebrow shot up, but he kept his silence and watched as she moved to the windowsill hesitantly.

She remained silent for a few minutes studying real hard at the glass as if it would answer for her. "We have spoiled Dudley and we've made him more reassured that whatever harm he may come into we'll be there to bail him out. We've never given you a protected feeling."

Aunt Petunia took a deep breathe and stopped to chose her words carefully, "Went you went off you hated This You-Know-Who individual because he killed your parents, you hated him even more because ou had to live with us for all this while and you obviously didn't enjoy your stay."

"If we had spoiled you and given you even more protection, you would felt secure and looked forward to come back to us. No it increased your anger your desire to finish him off and unleashed something within you. You see now you are determined even more to kill What-His-Supposed-Scary-Name-Is." She turned away from Harry and continued to look through the window.

Harry who had been sitting all this time perfectly still and quiet was speechless but the question that formed in mind now was what she had said before her last comment. "It unleashed something within me?"

"Yes," she said slowly. "Don't you see Harry. When you made Dudlepoo get locked behind the glass in the zoo, you had no…. wand…or any idea of being a..a..wizard. And when you made your Aunt blow, it wasn't funny by the way," she stopped and gave a stern look at the smirking Harry, who had now turned grave in serious. "Also, what happened tonight. That's another thing."

"But why?" mumbled Harry who now realized what she meant by an inner power.

" I don't know my boy. But you must understand that you do a special and all I know is that it'll help you in the future. The sooner you find how to use it and control it, the better." With that she left the room closing the door gently behind her.

Harry sat puzzled and stunned at Aunt Petunia's advice. This was also the longest conversation he had ever had with her other than the lecture about how to mow the lawn before the rest of Dursleys woke up.

Harry Potter the-boy-who-lived, the one who defeated Voldemort six times including the time he defeated him only being a baby, had powers. Inner power. What will this lead to………