The Choice

"I have given you knowledge. Now you make the choice. The choice is yours. Do as you desire" Bhagavad-Gita

As I walked towards the castle my mind was at chaos. Righteous fury swelled within me, you can only suppress your emotions for so long before they take over you. I had promised her that I wouldn't break, that I wouldn't go back to being a robot. My anger at being humiliated, at being abused and neglected clouded my thoughts. My vision flicked back and forth between green and red. I was furious. Furious at Tam for leaving me, at Dumbledore for trying to control me, at Voldemort for destroying my life along with thousands of others. As I walked toward the castle I was covered from head to toe by green flames. Magic, my magic, burned along with my anger. I was beyond furious; I was a walking bomb begging for someone to set me off. I hurried into the chamber. My hands were shaking, teeth clenching, fists balled up. The moment I entered the dueling chambers I let out a cry. I let loose of my control over my magic, she flared around me. But I didn't care, I only had one thought. Destroy everything.

Seven training dummies stood opposite to me. Two were already destroyed by the flames surrounding me. My vision turned red.

"Good for nothing bastard" The first dummy looked a hell lot like Vernon.

'Ignis sanguinium'

Burn, I wanted his blood to burn, I want to hear his screams.

"Get the freak"

A dummy that looked like mini Vernon, Dudley. He always liked to punch me.

'Telum flaminis' .

A spear of fire pierced where its heart should have been. I have always wanted to tear his heart out.

"Why won't you just die freak?"

Of all my relatives her indifference had caused me the most pain. She shared my mother's blood, My sweet mother who I'll never get to meet.

'Perdere sensum"

A curse to deprive her senses. Its eyes, ears, mouth and skin turned black.

"For the greater good, m'boy" A bastard who turned my life a hell. Make him feel my wrath, my pain.

"crucio" the dummy exploded.

"Not Harry, Take me instead"

"Move aside silly girl"

"Avada kedavra"

He destroyed my life; He killed my mom, my dad. He killed and tore apart many families. My vision turned green.

"Ego opus magna ignis" I slashed my wand upward in an arc as I finished the chant. "fiendfyre"

A huge basilisk erupted from the tip of my wand and burned all seven dummies into ash. It was struggling to escape from my control, But no my anger, my fury, was keeping it in control. I will not be subjugated to force. I let out a colossal cry and fed more power into my wand. The basilisk grew to 100 ft. It raised its head and turned to face me. Its mouth opened to swallow me; I fed more of my power more of my anger into it. It grew again till its head touched the chambers roof; its body filled the chamber. I forced my will upon it as it tried to escape from my control. It was the physical manifestation of my hatred, and like the very thing it was created from it wants to destroy its creator. It is everything I hate, all the negatives of my life. I will be the master of my life.

I WILL NOT BREAK. I made a promise.

My will, harder than diamond, crushed its will. The basilisk bowed down to me. Its eyes, a pit of fire, stared deep into mine. I saw people burning inside its eyes. Dursley's, Voldemort, Dumbledore.

I let out a sigh and the Basilisk faded out of existence. My legs grew weak and I collapsed. Before blackness covered my eyes, I heard the distinct sound of glass being broken.

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that that something was pulsating against my chest and that it wasn't my heart. My shirt was ripped open, and my chest was glowing. Some fine golden colored particles were embedded in my skin, it pulsated as I watched. Time Turner, I realized. It must've broken when I collapsed. What this means, I don't know. But since it didn't do anything other than glittering I decided to ignore it for now.

It was then I realized something.

I felt alive, much more than ever. Oh I was angry, sad but I felt something after a long time, I truly felt them. It was as if someone had removed a weight off my chest. My heart still ached, but it was aching after a long time.

Dark art is like a fire in many aspects; its fuel is your dark emotions. The weak willed are like moths to that flame, it's like a flame on a cold winter night. For the strong willed persons it's a way , a tool, to vent your hate.

After a long time I just had an aggression therapy. I still hate them, but I don't hate the world now.

I took a deep breath. It was time, Time to start a new game.

"Come in, Harry"

I balled my fists, just hearing his voice is enough to set me off. I wonder what would happened if I had seen him last night. Albus Dumbledore sat in his grand chair and beckoned me over.

"Would you care for a Lemon drop?" he flashed his brilliant white teeth as he offered me a bowl full of his favorite candy. He was getting on my nerves already, and that's something considering that I had just spent the last night trying to calm myself down. Huh, I guess nothing can change the fact that I hate him.

"I know, Dumbledore" I said it as coldly as I could. His smile faltered, the temperature around us dropped at least five degrees.

"I'm afraid I do not know what you are referring to, m'boy," He was playing me again.

"If you want to play, then I can entertain you. But know this, it won't end well for you" My voice could have cut through steel. He frowned; He thinks that I'm speaking about the golem.

"I assure you Harry, I am genuinely sorry for what I did with the golem. But I had to, for the greater good" He said. He genuinely believed what he did was right, and it ticked me off to no end.

" I am not talking about that, I am talking about you trying to control my life, You manipulating me" The cold tone does more effect than shouting, this way he'll know that I am not doing this out of impulse.

"I do not understand what you are saying, Harry" He sighed and peered at me over his glasses. I felt a slight poke at my occlumency barriers, rather than shoving it aside I let it bounce off my shield. He looked astonished for a moment. Then in a flash he had his wand out and was pointing it my heart, he radiated power, but so was I. I had my Basilisk wand out, but it was only half way raised.

"What do you want Tom?" Dumbledore's eyes burned with cold fury, mine burned with righteous anger.

"This is exactly why I won't trust you, Dumbledore, The moment I realized that I was being manipulated you are accusing me of being a Dark lord" I channeled all my anger into my voice.

"Answer me" He ordered.

"I am NOT Tom, You can either choose to believe me or not. I don't care either way"

'Legilimens' he whispered, but I was prepared. All subtleties were gone; He attacked me with all his strength. I tried to keep him out, but whereas I had the knowledge of a sixteen year old dark lord he had more than a century of experience and skills. I held off his attack for about a minute, my nose started to bleed, vision blurred, and then my shields broke. All of my anger hidden beneath the shields shocked him for a second, using that moment I dragged him to the darkest corners of my mind. My pain, it shall be his too. I won't break, for I have a promise to keep. I kept on reminding myself.

"Freak, why won't you just-"He withdrew before the first memory.

He knew, he bloody well knew, that's why he withdrew his probe. He knew I was being abused, yet he did nothing. He knew, yet he left me there. Now, without my occlumency shield I couldn't control my anger. My aura flared up. Green flames covered my body, my vision turned green and the pulsating sensation in my chest stopped. Time slowed down around me, Dumbledore was slowly raising his wand back up. In a swift movement I grabbed by him by his robes and pushed my wand into his carotid.

The pulsating sensation returned and everything returned to normal, well normal if you can consider a teenage boy holding the greatest wizard ever at his wand at point blank range was nothing out of ordinary. Dumbledore was looking at me with wide eyes.

"Know this Dumbledore, I want to kill you very much. I hate you and will never forgive you. But I won't kill you. No, no matter how much I want to, I won't kill you. It hurts me to admit it, but people still needs you." I took a deep breath and took a step back.

"Harry?"

"You lost the right to call me that when you left me out in the cold at midnight on their doorstep," I spat. "I despise you Dumbledore, You may have been able to fool me before but you'll never be able to control me ever again. Drop the act, old man" If words could kill he would have been dead by now.

"So, you wish to talk?" He arched an eyebrow. There's the cunning man I wanted to see.

"No, I am going to tell you something's, you are going to sit down and hear them." I sat down on the chair as if I owned the place. My emotional outburst had a purpose. It was part of a plan.

"So," He sat opposite to me. We both had our wand in our hands, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

"You are going to tell the professors that I am eligible to attend the fourth year. You are to stop meddling in my affairs. I know you have plans for me, drop them. I need you and you need me. I will not be going back to the Dursley's, I will need to leave the castle at any time I wishes to." I stated calmly.

"And why do I have to grant these wishes?" He replied in the same tone.

"Because you have no other choice .How will the wizarding world react if they knew how their hero was abused for years? How will they react when they hear that you orchestrated it? How will they react when they hear how you endangered their children when you tried to lure a Dark lord into a trap?" I ignored the indignant shouts of portraits.

"And what proof do you have?" He asked knowing that I had the perfect answer.

"Why do I need proof? If there is one thing press loves more than building up a hero is to tear one down." We held each other's glares waiting for the other to yield.

"This may sound insincere, but it's the truth Harry. I never knew you were abused, I knew you were neglected but –"

"That makes it much more terrible, Dumbledore. But I suppose you would know about neglect, wouldn't you?" I cut him off. I now need to hit him where it hurts. Tom always knew he would eventually have to face Dumbledore, so he had researched about him.

Dumbledore paled visibly. I know his weakness; He tried to break me, now I shall return the favor.

"Arianna" I smirked.

He aged ten years in front of me.

"No" he whispered.

"Do you know what the difference between you and me is, Dumbledore?" I continued without caring for his answer. "You only care about the king; you'll sacrifice pawns without a second thought if it can turn the tide for you side. I won't, I may lose because of it but I'll lose knowing that I haven't failed them. You play to force your enemy to a draw, I play to defeat my enemies. But I won't just defeat them, I'll destroy them. I'll take their pawns, rooks, bishops and then I'll make them think they can win the game. Then, only then, will I take out the queen. And when they comes begging for me to settle for a draw I'll say 'check mate'. So my question is do you really want to play against me? Choose wisely because you'll play hoping to give me a second chance and I'll play to destroy you" I let my aura flare up.

"Do you really mean that Harry?"

"You caused this Dumbledore, when you dumped an innocent child on their doorsteps all those years ago. Know this, I am NOT Tom, but I hate you much more than he does."

"I am sorry Harry, I am so –"

"I won't forgive you Dumbledore. Even by your standards you had far too many second chances .I'll be going now, don't try to stop me." I grabbed some floo powder from a jar near the fireplace.

"You'll be in danger" He protested. I wordlessly transfigured a chair into a roaring lion.

"What happened to you, Harry?"

"You have your secrets and I have mine, till you share yours I shall hide mine as well." I replied before shouting Gringotts and stepped into the flames. I conveniently forgot to tell him that I had compelled the lion to attack him.

"Hello, Griphook" I said in an overly cheerily voice.

"My name is not Griphook, I am Grapple hook" The goblin at the counter grunted at me.

"Really? Y'all look so alike it's so hard to remember who's who." I mocked the goblin. These bastards have been playing me too. I waited for Tam to laugh at my comment, but then my heart ached remembering what happened.

"You'll pay for that, Wizard" It growled.

"Oh, will I? I am a Potter and the Boy-Who-lived, Griphook. Do you want to play little goblin? "I snarled.

It showed me its sharp teeth. Contrary to the rumor there is no act-tough -and- get- respect- shit with Goblins. They hate wizards and we hate them back. It's in their blood and it's not my job to fix that. But I have to show them who's in power here.

"Get me my account manager, Griphook"

He returned with an old Goblin. I didn't waste any time.

"Goblin, I don't know what you have been doing for the last twelve years. For your sake I hope it has something to do with the growth of my wealth. I haven't yet received a single letter from Gringotts. I know you hoped that I would be ignorant, that I wouldn't enquire about my wealth so you can take my gold with the help of those dirty nasty treaties. Well, I'll be back here tomorrow and you will tell me everything I need to know or I'll just withdraw my entire fortune from here. One can only guess what'll follow that. I mean, The Boy-Who-Lived, a Potter withdrawing his entire fortune, what will the sheep do?" I smirked.

"Are you threatening the Goblins, Mr. Potter?

"What does it sounds like? Now be a good little goblin and fetch me a hundred galleons from my trust vault."

Ten minutes later I was in Knock turn alley. My aura was flared up, Hags and Vampires shrank back into the shadows seeing my emerald eyes shining with power. Finally after an hour I found the shop I was looking for, Mandel's Tattoos. The name board was covered in fungus.

"Whachoo want?" A gruff voice asked.

I removed my robe and shirt and pointed towards my left shoulder. "A tattoo, like in the picture" I handed him a parchment.

"40 Galleons"

"I didn't ask how much your store's worth" I sneered at him. I couldn't show weakness.

"20 't is"

As he tattooed my shoulder I didn't let out a single word. It was a reminder. A symbol of hope, promises and love.

An hour later I stood in front of Hogs head with a sour left shoulder. A viper with a red crest on its head curled lazily on the skin over my deltoid. "I'll never forget you, Tam" I whispered to myself. A cold wind ruffled my hair. I took a deep breath and stepped into the bar.

I have heard, like many teenagers that fire whiskey was the cure to a broken heart. Let me tell you the truth, it's not. I drank each shot hoping to mend my broken heart but with each shot memories of her grew sharper.

"That's enough, kid" The bar man pried the glass away from me.

"But I only had thr- hic- four shots" I counted with my fingers. "One, three, hic, four. See?"

"Aye, and for a scrawny shit like you that's more than enough" He grabbed me by my shoulders and threw me outside.

"Hey, I'm the Boy-Who-Just-Won't –hic-Fu-hic-Die" I giggled and threw up. A goat licked my face.

'It tickles' I giggled again.

"Harry, what are yeh doin 'ere?" I looked up and saw the massive form of Hagrid towering over me.

"Hiya, Hagrid. I'm –hic-drunk" I hugged him. "Hagri-hic- lets go kill -hic- some acro- acrama-hic- let's just kill some spiders"

"Alright, come with me Harry." He picked me up and threw me over his shoulders. 'weeeeee'

"I'LL BE HAVING WORDS WITH YEH ABEFORTH"He shouted and I covered my ears.

"The forest is that way, Hagrid" why was he moving towards his hut?

"I,er, Yeah, I need something. Down, fang!" He opened his hut and fang jumped up to lick my face. Why haven't I never notice that he was beautiful?

"Who's a -hic- good boy fang? Not me! Harry is a bad -hic- bad -hic- boy. But pshhhhhh, don't tell anyone. It's a shecret." I put a finger on my lips and promptly fell asleep with fang as my pillow.

I woke up with a massive headache.

"Drink this Harry" Hagrid handed me a mug full of potion.

"Okey –dokey" I didn't even ask what it was. As soon as I swallowed it I threw up.

Hagrid shoved a bucket into my arms. "There, Let it all out" Hagrid patted my back and I nearly fell over to my own vomit. "Ahhh" I shook my head to ease my headache.

"Don' worry. It'll go away soon." Hagrid sat dragged his massive chair and sat down opposite to me.

"What happened to ya, Harry?" he asked with concern. Hagrid, he was my first friend.

"I don't know Hagrid. I don't know who I am." I sighed and closed my eyes. Hagrid is a good friend but he's not a person with whom I can discuss my internal struggles. Oh, how wrong I was.

"Ar, Yeh should go to Dumbledore fer that kind of problems, Harry" He tapped his temples.

"Dumbledore is my problem, Hagrid" I sighed and was getting ready to leave. Dumbledore was, after all Hagrid's idol. He could never understand my conflicts.

"So, Yeh know" Hagrid's words stopped me in my tracks.

"What do you mean, Hagrid?" I asked sharply.

He stood and walked over to the fireplace, His shadow covered most of the room.

"I'm a simple man, Harry. I dunno much abou' magic, politics and women," He snorted. He poked the fire and continued. "But I know abou' people Harry. I know 'em muggles were horrible ter yeh. If I knew, Dumbledore definitely knew. I mean dumb oaf Hagrid can' be better than wizards now, can he?"

I stood dumbfounded. I saw what I wanted to saw, I never knew the real Hagrid.

"Have a cake, Harry," he handed me a piece of his home made cake. "Yeh know me dad died when I was in Azkaban, nasty place that is. He wanted me ter be a good wizard. It broke his heart, Poor bloke died when I was in ter. Still hurts me heart every night."

"Hagrid, I never knew-"

"Nah, Don't worry abou' it Harry, can' do anythin' about it." He waved it off.

"Ar, where was I ? Um, er, Yea, see when I was released I don' want ter live any more. Dumbledore saved me; He gave me a home, a job. I'm happy now. I know Dumbledore ain't perfect. He ain't what people thinks ter be. I know people Harry, 'cause I know animals. Yeh can see it in ter eyes,"

He started eating his cake. "Neve' seen eyes like his before. But I'll give ma life fer him, 'cause I owe it to him"

I was wrong, I was so wrong. Nobody is shallow. Ten different mirrors show your ten different faces.

"So, what's yer problem Harry?"

"I dunno, Hagrid. I don't know who I am anymore" I took a bite, surprisingly it was edible.

"So yeh knew who yeh were before?" He's a simple man, alright.

"I think so, yeah" I decided to be honest.

"And do yeh want to go back ter what yeh were? He asked.

"No" I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with Hagrid.

"There yeh go then. Yeh want ter be a new man. When I was ter in Azkaban I saw bad things Harry. It, er, changed me. Now I can' go back ter what I was befo'." He shuffled close to the fireplace; he was shivering in the middle of summer.

"I lost someone, Hagrid. Someone close to me, someone who knew the real me for the first time." If you had told me I would be having this conversation with Hagrid an hour ago I would have laughed at the idea. But now, I just decided to go with the flow.

"Never had someone like tha' fer me Harry, not after me dad, so dunno anything abou't it." He apologized.

"You got me now, don't you?" I was answered by his trademark bone crushing hug.

He blew his nose with his huge hand kerchief.

"Yer a good person Harry, don' believe anythin' else. "

I smiled. We talked about other subjects for a while. When I left his hut I felt better. I had finally completed my transformation. I knew what I had to do.

At first I was a gullible Gryffindor, and then with Tom's memories I awoke my inner Slytherin. I was broken before Tamsyln, now I am normal. Well as normal as it can be for me. I have my faults. Deep within my heart hides a dark being filled with pain, regrets and hatred. It is a part of me, and I shall unleash him upon my enemies.

I can play the same game that both Dumbledore and Voldemort play. But I am not experienced enough; sooner or later I'll fall. And my friends and allies will have to pay the price along with me. That is why I have to get stronger. I don't know all the players; I don't have all the relevant facts. But fortunately they don't have all the facts either. We all have bits and pieces, but not the whole picture. Information is the first step in waging a war. As I walked towards the castle a grand plan began to form in my mind. Who am I? I don't know. But I don't think there is a single person in this world who knows who they are. But I do know who I want to be and that's all that matters.

I know now what to do and how to do it. But now I need to have a talk with Dumbledore again.

"Come in, Mr. Potter" Dumbledore was reading some muggle magazine.

I had a nagging feeling that this conversation was going to give me a headache. Note how he called me by my last name.

"Let's get down to it, Dumbledore" I sat down and pulled my wand out.

The emotional outburst I had yesterday was not something I had done on the spot. Everything I said was true, but it was part of my plan. Sort of like behavior modification. Push him away as far as you can without alienating him, and then give him hope. He'll want to right his wrongs, so he won't risk trying to manipulate me in the near future so as to get on my good side. I gave him the stick yesterday and today I am going to give him the carrot, my allegiance. Of course, he won't stop meddling, but it'll be subtle. I am playing a dangerous game; I am going to bargain my allegiance for information. He won't backstab me; it's not in his nature. But since he went to great length to make me malleable I am assuming that he has a grand plan revolving around me. I need to know why.

"Why do you want to control me?" I asked calmly as if I was enquiring about the weather.

"I don't, I just wanted to prepare you" A lie. But it's a start.

"Prepare me for what?"

"I hoped that this day would never come. " He let out a sigh. "There is a Prophesy Harry. A prophesy about you and Voldemort."

He talked about how a Seer made a prophesy about me and Voldemort and how Voldemort only got a part of it. He talked about why my parents were murdered, how they were betrayed by their friend Sirius Black. He talked about the power he knows not. Love, I was supposed to defeat Voldemort with love. What a load of shite. How I grew up to become the wonderful man I am today. He talked and talked. I did not say a single thing. When he stopped his crap I stood up.

"I know you are hiding something, but I won't ask what it is. I hope you'll tell me when the time comes. " I half asked, half stated.

"I will, m'boy, I will". I know what he is hiding. Horcrux. He knows that I am one. He thinks I need to die before Voldemort can die.

"My demands still stand. I'll be down in the chamber of secrets for the rest of the summer. If you wish to speak to me sent a patronus. I assure you that I do not need any assistance." I forced his hand.

"If that's what you want then I shall oblige you." He yielded.

I was looking out of my window in my bedroom. The whole chamber was situated under the lake. My window showed the underwater scenes of the lake. I was thinking about what I had just learned. It changed nothing really; I always knew it'll be me or him in the end. Now I know why he tried to kill me in the first place. What troubles me is the fact that I have now two enemies. Dumbledore who will make sure that I die along with Voldemort and Voldemort who'll kill me at the first chance he'll get. For the first time I have the upper hand. I have facts that neither have.

The prophesy troubles me. Has it already been fulfilled? I mean I have already vanquished the bit of him inside me. It didn't matter either way. He'll come for me till he's dead. What is the power he knows not?

I closed my eyes and began building my occlumency shields. They were torn to shreds by Dumbledore. As I was organizing my memories I noticed something. I noticed that time really did slow down when I was confronting Dumbledore. My vision really did turn green and red. I was so emotionally charged up at that time that I never really gave them any thought. 'Duh, idiot' I can almost hear Tam scoffing at me. I felt a sudden pang in my heart. Tam. I took a deep breath. She wouldn't want me to wallow in misery.

I have to get stronger.

I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the pulsating sensation that's almost a part of me by now. Nothing. I tried to channel my desperation and anger, Nothing happened. I tried and tried for about an hour before giving it up. May be it comes out when I really need it. I'll need to research about it. But there is something I always wanted to try, Animagus.

To become an animagus you need to confront your inner animal. It's a manifestation of your personality. You need to be at peace with yourself before you confront your animal or it'll take over you. That's the reason why people take so much time before they can become an animagus. But me, I'm a freak of magic. I think I am at peace with myself. There are no secret potions or short cuts to this. Magic is all about balance. You have to work to earn anything. The more you trials you have passed the greater will be the reward. I have faced enough trials, I think. I drew a circle on the ground with my wand to focus my magic. After disrobing I sat crossed legged on the cold marble floor inside the circle butt naked.

I closed my eyes and sent a probe deep into my mind, searching for my inner animal.

Nop

Nada

Nyet

Non

Nothing.

Huh, guess I need to practice, eh?

"Hiya, Griphook"

This time it really was Griphook. 'Pity, I was really starting to enjoy this game.'

"Mr. Potter" He growled. Huh, he must have heard what happened yesterday.

"How are the kids? Is Mrs. Griphook doing alright?" I asked in an overly cheerily voice.

"Wh-What?" He was flabbergasted. "See ya, dude. Have some business to do" I tried an American accent and failed horribly.

Two minutes after and five angry goblins later I was sitting in front of my account manager.

"What are you doing?" He snarled.

"You guys acted like jerks toward me for the last thirteen years. Now I'm just returning the favor." I replied seriously. They were counting on my lack of knowledge to steal from me. How much had they stolen already, I don't know. I know that I can't do anything about what they had already taken. Whatever faults these bastards have no one can deny the fact that they are brilliant at what they do. What they had done won't be against the law. These buggers have a nasty way of finding out loopholes in law.

As I read my account details my eyes grew wide. Sweet Morgana, I was rich. These bastards have taken about half a million galleons from me yet it did not even make a dent. I had three vaults. A family vault which I can't enter before reaching seventeen. Another vault which can be opened when I'm fourteen and a trust vault which contains half a million galleons. The interest alone covered the theft.

"I know everything. Don't fuck with me." I said and left without another word.

It was time for shopping. I was planning on staying in the chamber for rest of the summer. I have to buy all the fourth year materials. Luckily with Tom's knowledge I don't need to have the letter to know what to buy. I decided to buy extra potion ingredients; I just can't wait to see Snape. He won't know what hit him. I bought an entire wardrobe. I didn't waste time in trying out each and everything. I just picked up those I liked. When I walked past the pet shop I stopped in my track.

"Shit" I was horror struck for a moment. I had forgotten about Hedwig. That's a confrontation I know I can't win. I walked in and bought the most expensive owl treat. Bribery, it never failed with her in the past.

"Bloody hell" I swore as I dipped my hands in the murtlap essence. Ever left an owl alone for a year and tried to console her with some owl treat? Let me give you an advice, DON'T DO IT. I, slayer of a mighty basilisk, was defeated by an owl.

"Hoot" Hedwig replied as she ate my bribe.

"I told you, it's not my fault. If you want to take out that anger on someone, try Dumbledore."

"Hoot"

"You already did? Good girl. I'll get you a new perch"

"Hoot"

"No, I'm not getting you a golden perch"

"Hoot" Can owls even give puppy dog eyes?

"Fine, only because I love you"

She flew over towards me, landed on my shoulders and nibbled my ears.

"Hoot"

"I know dear, I know," I sighed. "There was someone I very much wanted you to meet. You would have loved her"

"Hoot?"

"Her name was Tamsyln." And I began recounting our story to Hedwig. When I finished I realized I started crying somewhere along the story.

"Hoot" Hedwig ruffled my hair with her wing.

"Hey, Hedwig .You aren't an animagus, are you?"

I was replied by a smack on my head. I chuckled. "I thought so"

I walked toward the slytherin's personal library with Hedwig perched on my shoulders. I wanted to research about what happened to the Time Turner.

I left the chamber only once after that shopping trip. It was on my birthday. Dumbledore hadn't made a single request to meet me. Either he was dead or was planning something big. I hoped it was the former. But for me birth day wished never comes true. Ron had sent me an invitation to World cup , Hermione gave me a book on Quidditch along with letter apologizing for misplacing my invisibility cloak . Ginny sent me a get well soon card and some chocolate frogs. Twins had sent me a toilet seat. I replied them all politely. Not too friendly but not too formally either. I want to know them. I had plans for every single scenario possible. I can't have unknown factors interfering with them. I'll need friends. I'll need allies. More importantly I need to be able to classify them into these categories. I was not going to trust anyone blindly anymore.

"Hello, Professor Abbyt"

"Hello, Mr. Potter"

Amycus Abbyt was the head master of Hogwarts during late sixteenth century. He had a frame near Myrtle's bathroom which was where we were having this conversation. It's quite easy to gain information from portraits. The problem was that once they had revealed something they were not supposed to they'll self destruct. A compulsion charm was all that it took. Honestly who's going to miss a pervert head master who was murdered by the Head Girl for, er, trust me you don't want to know.

Tri-Wizard tournament was going to be conducted at Hogwarts this year. That was all I could get before he self destructed. It was perfect for my plans. Wizards are sheep. They follow their master, one who has power, connections and money.

I had power. They just don't know it yet. I don't have connections. This Tournament was the perfect opportunity for me. I was going to enter the tournament."Happy birth day, Harry" I smiled to myself.

Before I know it was august thirty first. I trained and trained. I trained my animagus transformation, new spells. Every day I spent about fourteen hours training, preparing for the inevitable war. I trained for the tournament. Rest of my time was spent on researching about the Time Turner, tournament, and making sure that my plan was fool proof. The only problem was that I haven't made a single progress with my Time slowing thing. Surprisingly Dumbledore had kept his distance, He was planning something. There was something about death eater attack on the world cup on the paper. It confirmed my suspicions. Something was happening. Voldemort was gaining power. This year is going to be filled something beyond the normal craziness.

"It all starts tomorrow, Girl. You ready?"

"Hoot"

"What does that mean?"

I was pretty sure that tonight will be the last night I can sleep peacefully. The game begins tomorrow.

A/N: So what do you guys think? This is how Harry will be; I developed his character to the best of my abilities. What do you guys think Harry's animagus form is?

I am portraying Hagrid in a different light. Yes, he's a simple man. But from my own experience, No one is shallow. Everyone has that side that people tends not to see. About Harry's training, it's a surprise. It'll come up later in the story. Can't tell you everything now, can I?

Till now I was developing the characters mainly. So you guys can have a better understanding of their action. From now on the story will be filled with twists and action. I have some crazy ideas. I cleaned up all the chapters once again. I tried my best at fixing all errors. PM me if you find any errors that needs to be fixed.

Next chapter: School begins, action starts.

P.S Review.