'hello' = means the person is thinking

"hello" = means the person is talking

Summery: Harry has always known what will happen to him in the future, but what if he decided that the pain of going through this again was too much? What if he decided to break off from these change of events and create his own destiny. But what if he began to walk a dark path because of that choice.

Based on the Story "He's Always Known" By Tsurai no Shi. This is not a timetravel fic!

A/N: Harry will be dark in this story but not evil! He will not turn into a dark lord nor will he be joining the dark or light side! And just to make this clear, this will be following the cannon kind of and it will be set during the 21st century because I really don't want to search what kind of technology they had during the 20th century. Also if you want a pacific paring for this story, please vote on it through the reviews! And thank you to all the people who reviewed or favourite this story!

This chapter will be moving between Petunia's and Harry's perspectives.

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Harry opened his eyes in pain. He now knew what his choices were and he had chosen. He wanted something different to what he saw. What he saw seems to be but a memory of someone else's life. He saw it, and he didn't like it. He was never free throughout the whole thing, Harry thought to himself childishly. He was always chained by responsibility or guilt.

Harry saw this and didn't like it at all. He wanted to live through a different path. One where he was allowed to be happy and stay happy; far, far away from all those horrible people who wanted to use him.

And he could have that too. Fate had suddenly decided that she would cut off the strings that controlled his body, mind and soul.

Harry grinned, a heart-breaking innocent smile, and stared up at the ceiling in wonderment.

"Can I finally be happy? Please?" He asked towards the stair-case ceiling of his small room. He didn't expect an answer, no, he was content with the silence reply that met his question. You see, to Harry, silence doesn't mean no but it didn't mean yes either, so for the moment he was satisfied to feel that for once, the world was not out to get him and that he was free for even just one second.

You see, true happiness for Harry Potter was freedom. And that was worth all the money in the world. To be able to do or be anything in the world without being restrained, or punished for it. It was what most people wish for, not to be stopped or judged by public expectation, beliefs or values and just be… free.

(One Week Later)

Petunia Dursley sat in front of the dining table conflicted. She didn't know what to think about her... nephew, Harry Potter.

He was a beautiful, intelligent child, who was the son of her sister, Lily. Of course, in the beginning, she was absolutely jealous of her sister's fortune on receiving such a unique son. He was both smarter and prettier than her own son and that caused more resentment to grow in both her and Vernon.

She sighed, rubbing her long, bony fingers in circles on her temple, hoping to sooth her headache.

She pitied him… she really did. He was, and is, she reminded herself, a good boy that deserved better. It really wasn't his fault that he had better grades than her Dudders, even though he quickly corrected that after he realised what "reward" he would be receiving for his effort. A beating.

He would always correct himself for every mistake that he made quietly, without a fight. He never did anything strange, unusual in her presence. He mostly did all the chores in the house without complaint, often asking to her whether she needed more help doing the cooking for something along those lines.

All she ever wanted was a quiet, normal home, but she could never have that with the boy around. She wasn't blind to the ruthless actions her husband and son gave to the boy; after all, she always helped to clean up their mess. The boy, though, always made things easier around the house, always adjusting his attitude to appear weak and meek around her husband, never arguing against anything they said or ordered and he always hide… questionable marks on body efficiently in public areas.

She remembered asking him one day, why he didn't go against her or her husband, taking the abuse from them without question.

The next moment was a moment she will forever remember…

Harry's eyes lighten up with hidden wisdom as he stated, "If I didn't then, both you and I will suffer in this game we call life. Besides, it's what my mother would have wanted, right?" He then smiled at her before asking her if he could rest for a moment before going back to his chores.

Petunia almost wept in guilt during that moment. He was protecting her for the abuse that Vernon was surely to give her if he was not there; whether the punishment was emotional or physical, he soaked up all the abuse that was forced on him.

She felt sorrow at the state of her nephew when he stated those words with childish innocence. He was a broken child that had a wrapped sense of reality with a morbid view on life. A game, she thought miffed. He thinks this is all a game.

But then again she considered, mentally evaluating her nephew's state of mind… This was the only "game" he was allowed to play while growing up. He never had any toys of his own and he was never allowed to touch or play with Dudley's toys either.

She looked out of the kitchen veranda, seeing the boy out tending her prized garden in the rain. She looked down at her now cold tea, if only to avoid the image presented in front of her.

But she could not resist another look at the pitiful sight.

And what she saw changed her forever.

He was crying. She had never seen him cry in all his years of living here, even when he was just an infant boy. His body was completely covered in mud, while his clothes and hair was soaking wet. The rain was heavy outside and the wind was constantly blowing past.

She had never felt so glad that Vernon was out with Dudley because…

It was 11o'clock when Petunia Dursley decided that Harry would no longer be ignorant to the wizard world and...magic.

Harry was inside the bathroom wet and confused.

Just a few minutes ago, he was out in the backyard, gardening in the rain and then next thing he knows, he's being dragged by his grumbling aunt and shoved into the bathroom.

Usually, this isn't a strange event as he is usually told to clean the bathroom but… Aunt Petunia told him to have a hot shower and to take as long as he likes as long as he washes all the mud and grime away.

Harry quickly took his clothes off and took measured steps towards the shower until he caught sight of himself in the mirror and stopped.

Harry, by all means, was not a healthy seven year old boy. He was a few inches shorter than the average boy, which was caused by the lack of essential vitamins and minerals.

As his eyes traced his figure he began to realise how malnourished he was. His arms and legs were almost bone thin with the exception of the occasional muscle he gained from doing chores all day, every day. His protruding ribcage was very visible on his pale skin.

He couldn't help but think that adults were insane. They would always try to become "skinny" and starve themselves rather than stay normal and healthy. Harry did not understand why people torture themselves to this point – to change themselves in order to fit society's expectation of their people…

He gave on last glanced at himself before he left for the shower… He practically feels his future changing. Harry's lips began to twitch into a frightening smile. This is going to be fun.

After a quick shower, he quickly dried himself and got dressed with the clothes and towel provided for him with a note.

Harry

After you finish having a shower, come down-stairs and wait in the kitchen. I need to explain some things to you immediately.

Aunt Petunia

Harry swiftly moved down the stairs and entered the kitchen after read the letter.

"Aunt Petunia, you said you needed me?" Harry asked with unhidden curiosity.

"Harry," Petunia began nervously, "there are some things about your parents that I need to explain to you about."

"What about my parents?" Asked Harry.

"Your parents were… wizards Harry… I haven't been quite as truthful as I was supposed to be. Your mother was a brilliant witch, top of her class and your father was a noble wizard, who was known as a "pureblood" in their world."

"Their world… wait, my parents were wizards!" Harry said excitedly. He always knew what they were of coarse but it just sounded so much better to hear and learn about it from his aunt.

"Yes, they were bo-Harry. Truthfully, I don't know much about the wizard world, however, I can tell you how your parents died and what your position is in the wizard World. B-Harry, they were murdered by a supposedly powerful, evil wizard named Voldemort. But for some reason you survived the attack while your parents perished. Not only did you survived, you killed him. You are known as "The Boy Who Lived", a hero who conquered the Dark Lord." She ended sarcastically. "But don't you dare get arrogant at that fact." She said sternly, "You should be known as "The Boy Who Should Have Died But Didn't".

"I… understand aunt Petunia, besides, why should I be happy that while I lived, my parents died." Harry stated softly, sadly.

Petunia casted one more glance at her nephews moving body before continuing. "You are a very powerful politically, Harry. When you enter the wizard world, you need to be aware that there are people out there who want to use you for your fame and fortune. You have a considerable amount of influence on the wizard society and you will need to learn how to wield that power."

Petunia then gestured towards the trunk beside her. "This trunk contains your mother's wizard belonging from when she started Hogwarts, a wizard school," She quickly explained, not wanting Harry to interrupt. "To the day she died. It contains all her school books and equipment she used during school and now it is yours." Petunia ended her explanation with a stare.

She knew that it was a bit too much to expect a boy at the age of seven to understand the seriousness of this situation but to be frank; Harry had never been treated his age.

"What will you do now?"

Harry was stunned. He didn't know what to think. In all his short seven years of living, he would have never guessed that his Aunt would know so much or even owned his mother's trunk.

He suddenly smelt the aroma of food that he snapped back into reality. His aunt looked at him impatiently.

"You need to eat some food before Vernon comes home in an hour and move that trunk into your room."

Harry was so lost in thought that he didn't notice a glass of milk and a sandwich being place in font of him.

He nodded his head in thanks and began eating his meal leisurely, savouring the taste and texture of the sandwich. Even though his stomach protested from the sudden wealth of food, he kept eating.

"You didn't answer my question before. What will you do now?" Petunia asked in a particular tone.

"I don't know." Harry paused, "I'm not sure what I am to do now. Is there such thing as a Wizard Library or Bookstore I could visit for more information?" In reality, the visions shown to harry were very brief and only showed the key points of his previous/future life. He knew that there were magical stores in a place called Diagon Alley but the information on the stores was lost to him.

Petunia stared at him for a few more seconds before she began to smile. "He acts so much like Lily used too..."

"There is a place we can go for more information but I can only take you there, you must do the rest on your own."

"Why can't you come with me?" Harry questioned.

"Because muggles, who are non-magical beings, cannot see the area the same way a wizard or witch does. All we see are ruins of a building on the other-side of the building I shall bring you to. You on the other have can see a building that is filled with magic. Trust me… I've tried. " She explained annoyed.

I nodded in understanding.

The rest of our time together was spent in silence.

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AN:

Thankyou for waiting patiently!!! I'm sorry that I took long for this chapter to be uploaded. Truthfully, I finished writing this part a while ago but I wanted to make this chapter longer. However, I ended up getting a writer's block. So I decided to at least post this.

Also, I know I deleted the pervious chapter. Again, I apologies, however, the way I portrayed harry made him sound more like a time traveller rather than a boy.

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