Freak opened his eyes as he landed painfully with a thud aggravating his wounds. He looked around himself and realised he was no longer in his cupboard. His heart beat faster, fear gripping him. His aunt and uncle would beating for being out of the cupboard even if he did not know how he got out in the first place. Despite the fact that wherever he was, was dark he could tell it was a cupboard and a bit roomier than before. His eyes adjusted to the dark room he woke up in. He felt around the room trying to find a light switch like in his cupboard but he found none. The only other thing in the room with him was his blanket.

He sat down and cuddled his blanket. It was the only thing he was allowed to have by his aunt and uncle, well that and Dudley's old ragged clothes. As he sat there he felt his stomach growling with hunger. The hunger hurt. It was a long time since he last ate and his aunt had given him Dudley's unwanted porridge after it had gone cold and lumpy. A small shimmer in front of him grabbed his attention as something appeared in front of him. It was a bowl of porridge, warm with no lumps. It smelled really good and Freak's tummy rumbled painfully again. He picked up the bowl and lifted it to his mouth and drank the porridge, there was no spoon.

As soon as the thought of a spoon formed in his mind one appeared inside the bowl. He smiled as he used his tiny fingers to pick up the spoon and use it to eat. A flash of a memory of a woman with red hair smiling at him as he held a spoon in his hand went through his mind. He wondered who she was. He finished the porridge and felt better, he was worried about how his aunt would react if she saw the mess he made and the fact that he had had food. The bowl and mess disappeared as a result of his mess. He curled into his blanket wishing it was bigger and softer, enough to keep him warm. The blanket grew longer and thickened. Freak fell asleep feeling full, warm ad comfortable for the first time he could remember.

The door to his new refuge was opened from the outside, his aunt was on the other side. She scowled at the blanket and assumed the old coot had done it. The boy was completely healed and he looked clean. She reached in to grab him and drag him to the bathroom when a shield encompassed him wholly sending a shock through her and throwing her back away from him. The boy was curled up around himself and a look of terror on his face. She pulled herself up and looked at the child in fear. The child's powers were released. She remembered when he first arrived and Vernon tried to smack him. The magic in him had risen to protect him by setting her husband on fire. The old coot had given them a paste that treated the burns so he was not scarred. He bound the boy's powers after that.

The new house was huge, in fact it was more of a manor than a house. Petunia was shallow enough not to care that it came from magic, it was what she had always wanted. Especially after seeing her sister's house that her husband got her when they were married. That had cinched it for her, she hated her sister with a passion for getting everything she ever wanted. A rich, handsome husband who loved her with everything he had. She stopped communicating with her sister when she saw she had a child that was more beautiful than her own.

The door to the cupboard shut closed and she did not try to open it. However she was relieved the when the old coot arrived and said "What happened?I know some magic was done here."

Petunia just pointed to the door in front of her and Dumbledore opened it. The boy was sitting up with a look of fear on his face. Dumbledore frowned when he noticed the child was completely healed. He had not done that. It seemed the binding had become undone or the boy's power was growing. He brought out his wand and began to cast the binding spell. However as he finished he noticed that the boy's magic was not being bound, instead it was his own magic that was now bound. There was a shimmer around the boy. He noticed too late that it was a protection shield. It was coming from the boy's own core. His spell rebound back to him and he realised he had bound a huge percentage of his own core.

Freak felt his fear increase. He didn't understand what was going on. He felt something move inside of him and he saw a bright light engulf him before his surroundings changed.

Dumbledore felt fury at the boy. He had failed to subdue him like wanted. Now he lost him again. He would need to get Fawkes to find him again. That was when he remembered, This was before he bound Fawkes to him. He was still connected to the castle instead of him. He would need to do that as soon as possible. He got up and said to petunia. When I bring the boy back you are to keep him locked up. He is not to go anywhere until I come for him. I prepared the basement to be his room. No-one can see him there, no-one will know he is there, no-one but you. Your only job is to keep him alive."

Petunia merely nodded and Dumbledore took out the portkey in his pocket he kept there. He needed to unbind his powers and bind the phoenix to him to find the boy. It was going to be a long night. He needed to go to the goblins first.

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Chaos and Thanatos watched as Eros disappeared and they could do nothing to stop it. The gadget that was being used was made by Kronos the titan of time. It could not be undone once it was used and a person could only use it once in their lifetime. Neither of them had realised the old coot had it. Chaos bound Eros' powers into his soul. He also gave him an extra power that would always give him an escape route whenever he was in danger. Wherever he went he would have them even if he did not remember. If they tried to go back with him they could end up destroying the world through using too much power and not to mention it would break some of the ancient laws they had to follow to protect the beings had never felt so helpless. In his fury Thanatos travelled to find the old coot and reap his soul so he could torture him. What he found made him laugh.

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Dumbledore had just come from the goblins. They unbound his powers but they took a chunk of his wealth for doing it. Now he really needed the contents of the Potter vaults. He made a beeline for Fawkes' perch only to find it empty. He stopped in front of the perch and called out "Fawkes!"

However unlike the usual flash of fire he saw when he normally called for the bird nothing happened. He called again and still it did not come. He remembered the fact that time travel did not affect a phoenix' memory. Which meant that Fawkes knew he wanted to bind him and left as soon as he knew. He sat down on the closest chair. Everything was going wrong. He used his only chance with the hourglass and not only lost the boy, he lost Fawkes, a huge amount of his money not only unbinding his magic but for the Dursleys as well in order for them to keep the boy.

He ignored the knock on his door as he sat there not knowing what to do or even begin to look for the boy.

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Freak opened his eyes as soon as the light around him became comfortable enough for him to see. He was outside a cave with huge doors. Beside him was a pool of water that did not look friendly enough for him to go near. He moved away from it and sat beside a tree, one of many that were all over. He shivered with cold, and looked around himself. He noticed his blanket on the ground next to where he landed. He picked it up and wrapped it around himself. That was when he heard noises approaching the place where he was. Not knowing if they were friend or foe he hid behind the tree and pulled his blanket over his head. Despite the fact that it did not do anything except cover his head and face it did nothing to protect him.

The sounds were louder now and he could see people approaching. If he could count he would have counted nine of them. One was tall, blond and had pointy ears, the next two had curly shoulder length hair and was normal height to what he was used to seeing. They were followed by four very short men who looked more like children than dwarfs as one would think. Behind them was an actual dwarf not that freak knew this and an old man with a long white beard that had him shrinking back in fear. The movement alerted the travellers to his position and his eyes widened as they all now looked in his direction.

He covered his head with his hands as he waited for the inevitable blow but all he heard were words that he could not understand. He sensed as they moved closer to him as if they were studying him. He squeaked in fear as one of them pulled back the blanket he was hiding under and gasped.

He said something in a language Freak did not understand. It was the blond tall one with pointy ears. He turned to one of his companions and said "It is a child, Aragon. He cannot be more than three."

Freak looked up at the blond elf in reaction the man he was talking to was crouched next to him and they were both looking at him. The man called Aragon replied "Where did he come from Legolas?"

Freak blinked at the question and when he realised they were not about to hurt him he stood up and moved back away from them. He did not know where he was or what these people would do to him. Just because they had not hurt him yet did not mean they would not. However the tree behind him stopped him from going too far. His heart beat faster, the blond man said something to him that he could not understand. He wondered why he was speaking strangely when he talked to him. Freak's speech was not very good. He was never allowed to say anything by his aunt and uncle. He was not sure what he say anyway he did not know a lot of words. The words he did know he learned were from the tv that Dudley liked to watch and he heard from his cupboard and when his aunt and uncle played with Dudley or tried to teach him something and he was in the vicinity.

Hands reached out to pick him up and he panicked. His shield shot out of him knocking the two closet people to him on the ground. He was inside the shield hands over his head tears coursing down his face. The old man seeing this moved closer to them and helped his companions up. Freak was wide eyed as he realised he did something that he was normally beaten for. Except this time it was much bigger than he ever did. He began to brace himself for the beating he knew he was going to get. He did not notice the men discussing something while he panicked. His magic seemed to sense something bad close by.

It was on one of the smaller people. It headed straight for whatever was on the little person and grabbed it pulling it off the chain it was on. It was a ring, it was suspended in mid air and the group were panicking trying to get at it. Fire came out of Freak and consumed it, melting it, destroying it. The earth shook trees were pulled out of the ground and a piercing scream rendered through the air.

The ring fell to the ground in a melted heap. Freak was breathing heavily and he passed out where he stood from exhaustion and fear at what he had done.