CHAPTER 2

Petunia arrived next morning to see the freak still covered in bruises from belt laid on the floor as she had left him but somehow at some primal level she realized that they had gone too far. Sooner or later they will have to pay for all that they had done. You do not just go about and challenge a panther if you are not equally strong. She just hoped that the freak would go away someday and never come back; just like her sister who gradually drifted away from her and that was when they were sisters. She hoped that they do not get in trouble with those freaks. She knew very well that had something happened to Harry Potter, the heir of Potter family she would pay for it. The freaks did not care much for her kind and hated them as much as she hated the freaks. They would just need an excuse and Her family would be lucky to be killed painlessly.

With Harry

Harry lay on the floor unconscious yet no one could have guessed how much he had changed overnight. While Vernon's memories remained far too mundane for wizarding folk it still contained day to day working of business and finance management. Overnight Harry knew his way in and out for muggle business dealings and legal matters. He knew all of account numbers and Signatures used by Vernon and some along with his underhand dealings and fraud to the company. For all his faults Vernon was still a brilliant businessman, He used oily tactics and fair use of intimidation of inferiors to go along with his plans that were not the best for the company but would still make way for quite a bit of money for his pockets.

Along with it came the natural understanding of human mind because no one had attempted to read someone's brain as a whole before for the fear of damage to their own brain. And it was a fair precaution because not everyone had the extra magical reserves and potent magic neither would someone knowingly put themselves at such risk. Yet for Harry the detailed knowledge that he had instinctually grasped from the incident would become tremendously beneficial for now he knew the wizarding worlds method of probing someone's mind and his own brand of sending multiple probes at ones all he needed was control which came along exercises that Tom had ones done after graduation to learn more of wand less magic as none of these were taught at Hogwarts . Oh how Tom had grieved the lost opportunity that if he had known and practiced earlier he would have learnt a great deal more and would have easily had more control of magic than he could have achieved now that his magic had stopped growing as much.

Tom was forced to contend with some power boosting rituals to compensate for the lost opportunity. As Harry woke up he did a cursory examination of his body a habit picked up from Tom, because Tom was certainly paranoid, and some of it had rubbed off on Harry.

He checked upon himself making certain mental notes and cursing his uncle along with some plots to harm him, maybe his manhood had to go, or maybe his eyes to be plucked …. Or maybe … well pushing those thoughts aside he had some work to do those thoughts, plots and schemes would have to be pushed aside for now.

He had no major internal injury neither any flesh wounds; just a minor concussion on head as a result of falling none too gently and criss-cross lines that were still fairly red on his stomach and chest. Focusing his magic he tried to reach his magical core.

Now this was something he wished they taught at Hogwarts. Though admittedly it still benefited him as his fellow wizards were not taught either, an advantage he had above others.

A persons Magical core differed with every person, it was a representation of one's soul and imagination, someone's magical core was not something with a definite shape or size it was as- to each his own. A persons mind helped in creating ones image of core such that a person could then manipulate it.

For Tom it was a lake with a small island where the lakes water represented his magic and the water drawn on the island was the one that he manipulated. A person's core was far too large to ever deplete, as it was refilled. Yet there was difference in power that arose from the instinctual grasp on magic, the focus of a person, the body's ability of channeling magic and of course the practice done by person to improve the above qualities. The core in general was the amount of magic that you could manipulate, it increased significantly till you reached seventeen and still kept growing but at a slower rate.

For Harry it was an immense Silver-Golden sun with multiple visible rays in each direction that represented the magic He could manipulate. It was not easy and required years of practice. Not many people cared for it any more since using a wand would bypass it.

But to him it seemed too easy, Tom was a natural occulmen, it aided him to use magic when he did not even know of its existence. To reach his core he had to center his mind, Even Tom had to put some effort despite being a natural occulmen; but Harry had done it instinctively , perhaps the organization of memories had done more that organizing Vernon's memories, his own memories of six years worth had been organized, this would need further investigation . For now he needed to heal.

He knew He was running low on magic, it had not yet recharged to good levels, not to mention his body was not ready to do much in current state, but some amount would not hurt, he quickly manipulated magic in a constant stream to the worse of the wounds which would need healing to avoid scarring .

Next this body needed more nourishment; the Dursley's did not let him eat more than leftovers. Tut-Tut this would not do. He would no longer starve. He quickly manipulated his magic for a minor notice me not charm, a trick Tom learnt at orphanage to avoid other residents when he needed to steal food. It was something that most wizards did instinctively when afraid; the desire of not being noticed was acted upon by the magic. It was a natural defense wizards were born with and if one learnt to use it.

It was natural evolution and one of the forms of magic that was done instinctively by the magical beings to avoid detection and gain an edge. Unlike other branches that required practice and theory to work with this came naturally to most magical beings.

In the orphanage the children were fed. Well as well fed as you would assume for children to be 60 years ago, but Tom did not like to associate with others for petty things as food. NO! he was special and it always felt good to use his abilities it always assured him that he was special.

Now sadly he had to steal food in order to fulfill his empty stomach. Slowly he crept out of the cupboard his aunt had not locked it, perhaps in her panic; he made his way to the refrigerator and quickly chose a selection of fruits and juice and made his way back . He knew that as starved as he was his stomach will not tolerate the heavier food available that was admittedly much tastier. Well soon enough he will recover to enjoy some of those.

Casting a mild notice me not and muggle repelling charm on his cupboard he crept in and helped himself to some of the food. He lay down and went to sleep. Not that the charm would last more than an hour or so.

Next when he woke up it was noon already, stretching his senses he tried to search for someone but found no one, he also observed that his sensed were not as good as he wanted them to be. Well that will have to wait, he was 6 after all. He crept out of his room and out of the house made his way to Dudley's bedroom searching for a specific toy which Dudley recently broke and removed the insulated wire he detached it from the toy and went to the kitchen, skillfully using the knife he cut out the insulations and unwound the multiple threads of fine copper wound together to form the wire. Taking a single strand he dumped the rest of the wire and insulation in the dustbin which was regularly filled with such items. He made way to about three quarters of the stairs. With Judicious use of a sticking charm that he had to try about 50 times to get right he stuck the very thin wire to the wall and let the rest fall near the entrance of his cupboard. He then practiced a few times to cancel the charm and came down the stairs, to wait. As predicted Dudley, arrived from school and ran for his room and Harry pulled the wire effectively tripping Dudley all the way down the stairs. Hopefully a few of his bone will be broken , there was a slight risk of a broken neck, well the pig already had a one inch to start it , no one's going to miss it anyway. A very tiny part of his brain said that as bullying as Dudley is he was still a result of his parents. Well he reasoned that Dudley would inherit his parent's money, so he must suffer for their actions too. Now with Dudley hopefully out of commission for at least a month he would use his time judiciously to plan what to do next and practice magic as much as he could. He thought of going to Diagon Alley but it could be counterproductive to his plans.

The boon of Dudley not going to school was Harry had to stay in his cupboard just like holiday's , He never understood why they did it but it did happen once when Dudley was sick and Harry was not allowed to go to school. Probably the idiots thought that Harry would spread lies about him.

Now he had to play the concerned cousin part and ""save"" Dudley after his fall. Repressing a smirk he carefully dialed the numbers all children are told to in an emergency and immediately started wailing about his injured cousin. It did not take much time for ambulance to arrive and Petunia to be notified about her son falling off the stairs while running on stairs. She knew about her sons habits and did not pay much mind to it to be suspicious of it either; she had a son to care for after all. Without paying Harry any attention she locked the house and went to see the reports of her son who had a broken arm and leg. Harry was mildly disappointed, he had hoped for some more damage.

Yet, Harry could not be happier; he was free to do as he pleased. First he had to meditate and arrange his thoughts and think about how he had landed on the current situation. Why was he placed with these damned muggles, why not a magical orphanage, surely his parents were not stupid enough to name them as his guardians.

Speaking of his parents he suddenly started recalling his time with his parents all those memories that were lost started coming to the front.

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