AN: Italics= thoughts and spells, you'll know which is which.
Disclaimer: I am not making any money from this story. Harry Potter and various characters do not belong to me, but that of J.K. Rowling. I'm just playing with her characters. Things you recognize as belonging to her, do. The only thing that belongs to me is the plot and previously unknown characters and spells, unless stated otherwise. This disclaimer applies to the entire story
Chapter Six
Once Harry was back outside doing the tasks set out for him on Aunt Petunia's list, he began to ponder over his failure.
'I really hate being in this young body sometimes. My magical strength isn't where I need it to be! My plan hinges on my ability to stay under the radar right now. I don't need that manipulative bastard finding out what I'm up to just yet. Which is why I needed that spell to work. I still can't believe that the spell didn't work. I've been able to cast the Cruciatus Curse successfully, granted it's localized to certain areas, but I can still cast it! I'm mentally strong for my age, it's just the physical aspect of my magical strength that's getting in the way of my plans. My body is still developing. Perhaps that's why magical schooling doesn't start until age eleven? No matter, I'll just have to keep trying. My powers will develop more as I grow. Plus, these Muggles are infuriating me with their orders! I won't play the fool that much longer. I will do whatever it takes to ensure that things go my way. Just as long as it doesn't compromise my plan.'
Those were the thoughts that were running through Harry's head as he busied himself with the rest of the tasks on his to do list. He used magic when and where he could. Some spells failed, and others were successful. Fortunately, when it came to cleaning the bottom of the fireplace, his attempt to cast Evanesco, was successful this time.
'So the spell didn't work on the gutters, but it did in the fireplace. Perhaps it only works over small areas, versus larger ones?' Harry decided to conduct more experiments with Evanesco another day. For today, he intended to finish his list of chores, and actually go to the Library instead of what he originally wanted to do. His plan would have to wait for another day.
While at the Library, Harry decided to begin reading for pleasure for the first time. So that when he does eventually meet Hermione, they will hopefully have some things to talk about that will help to break the ice between them. He grabbed a book entitled The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe by C.S Lewis, and began reading. He only had time to read the first chapter, so he checked the book out to take home with him.
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Over the next few weeks, Harry went about his usual routine of going to school, doing his chores, reading, going to the library, and practicing magic where and when he could. He conducted experiments with Evanesco, and found that if he practiced enough he could work his way up to cleaning a higher radius with the spell each time that he cast it. When he cleaned the loo, he would attempt to use the spell on the bathtub, and was successful on his first try. So he continued to use the spell to clean the tub. From there, he worked his way up to the floor of the loo. He had some failures at first, but eventually he was successful in cleaning the floor with magic. Which saved him from having to manually mop the floor. Harry came to the conclusion that magic is like the human body. The more you exercise it, the stronger and more powerful it gets. Which proved to be true because the more Harry practiced his magic, the more his powers grew.
The weeks turned into months. Harry was mostly on autopilot when he wasn't practicing his magic. One day during recess after lunch at school, Dudley and his gang were engaging in their favorite lunchtime game of "Harry Hunting". Only this time, the game took a very ugly turn. Dudley and his gang chased Harry to a relatively secluded area of the playground. The area behind the wall that enclosed the basketball court. One person then tackled and pinned Harry down on the ground. The other members of the gang crowded around in a circle so that Harry couldn't escape.
"Get off me!" Harry shouted at Dudley and his gang.
"Aww. Is poor little orphan Harry going to cry?" one of Dudley's minions taunted. He was large like Dudley, had brown eyes, brown hair, a hooked nose, and smelled of rotten eggs. Almost as if he had soiled himself. In fact, it wouldn't surprise Harry if that was indeed the case. Like Dudley, he wasn't very bright, so it wouldn't come as much of a shock to Harry if he still had issues knowing when he had to take a bowel movement.
"Do you want your mummy? Oh that's right, she's dead." Another one of Dudley's minions chimed in. This one was just slightly bigger in size than Harry, had blue eyes, red hair, and had a smug expression of superiority plastered on his face.
"Yeah, and you'll be joining her soon Harry." The first minion said smugly. He then punched Harry hard in the abdomen, and Harry groaned in pain.
"Please, get off of me. We can forget this happened, I won't say anything". Harry said as he attempted to bargain with Dudley and his gang.
"Not a chance". The red head said before repeatedly kicking Harry on the side of his left ribcage.
Pain and rage coursed through Harry. The only thing on his mind was now making them pay for this. Harry concentrated on the larger minion, and mentally crucio'd him. He let out a bloodcurdling scream and fell to the ground clutching at his forehead. His face turned beet red.
"Oh god! Oh god! Make it stop!" He shouted out.
Harry dialed the strength of the cruciatus down, and then turned his attention towards the red head who was still kicking him in the ribcage. Harry attempted to use the imperious curse on him, and Harry noticed a light fog cover his blue eyes indicating that the spell was successful.
'Stop kicking Harry, and turn your aggression towards Dudley.' Harry suggested in the boy's mind. The boy stopped kicking Harry, and turned to face Dudley.
'Good, now call him a Piggy, and start a fight with him.' Harry mentally commanded.
"Hey, Piggy!" The red head shouted as he shoved Dudley. In shock at such an abrupt turn of events, Dudley stumbled backward from the unexpected impact.
"I'm done "Harry Hunting" with you. If you don't like your cousin, take it up with him." He then proceeded to punch Dudley in the stomach. Dudley groaned in pain, and punched him back, and just like that the two boys began fighting. The other members of the gang tried to break up the fight, but to no avail.
Finally, thanks to the fight going on, there was an opening for Harry to escape through. Harry crawled away before standing up and making a run for it. Once he was up and running, he dropped both of his spells. He then ran to the nearest adult and informed them that there was a fight happening near the basketball court, and that there was another boy by the basketball court that looked really sick. The adult ran off to break up the fight, and to check on the sick boy.
A smirk formed on Harry's face, and for a moment he forgot the painful throbbing on his ribcage from where the redhead kicked him repeatedly at, and he marveled at his victory. He could now successfully control a boy his size, and slightly larger. His powers were growing, and it was now only a matter of time before his plan could safely be implemented.
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Meanwhile at a school in London, as Harry was dealing with his own lunchtime drama, cries could be heard emanating from a girl's washroom.
End Note: This is an edited chapter. Thank you to LordMushie for pointing out the tense change. I do not have a beta, so I didn't originally notice that! There's been a lot going on in my personal life, and there's literally no excuse other than the fact that I AM TRASH! I do however have new content for you, and will be posting a new chapter shortly… Thank you for reading, and thank you for the reviews that you left on the previous chapter as well as this chapter before it was edited! Please leave a review to let me know what you think.