2 Rise once more
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Chapter 2
Rise once more
It felt like he was floating in darkness. He could not feel his body, he could not talk or even feel how much time he spent there.
Once in a while, he could hear voices. Sometimes it was a man screaming something. He could not understand the words clearly, the tone was clearly a man of middle age.
Sometimes it was a woman, again screaming.
And sometimes it was someone crying. Someone young.
This continued for an unknown amount of time until one day after more screams could be heard from the same woman, something happened. A light appears in the darkness. Small at first, but it got bigger, fast. Before he could ponder about this new event, the light grew enough to cover him completely.
He woke up in darkness again…but no, this was different. He could feel something now.
He could feel his body. He had a body! and he wasn't in complete darkness either, he could recognize some shapes. A bed, a small table, some broken items on the ground…
He was also experiencing something he hasn't felt in a while. Pain.
His head was in great pain and he could feel his blood flowing across his face.
He instinctively moved his hand to a switch next to his bed and there was light again. Now he could inspect his body.
He knew there was a small mirror hidden under his worn-out small drawer. He took it from his aunt without her knowledge. 'Yes, but how do I know that ?'.
He took the mirror and looked at himself. He was a small boy, maybe four or five…no… he knew he was five, after all his birthday was two days ago. He remembers because his birthday is the only day in the year he doesn't have to do chores. His uncle says that is more than he deserves but they are too kind to not give anything at all.
He has a small face, very bright green eyes, and an ugly scar on his forehead. Blood was coming from it. His eyes grew wide in recognition but chose not to panic. Nothing could be gained by letting emotions control him. He took an old shirt and used it to stop the bleeding.
He then sat down on the bed and closed his eyes. In the past, he was acclaimed as a genius in many fields, but the one he could claim to be the best in the world would be the mental arts, Occlumency and Legilimency.
He went inside his mind and started to sort all of his knowledge and memories in an orderly fashion.
His last memories as himself were off that night, Halloween 1981. After using the killing curse on the child something happened, it seemed like the curse hit some protection and went back to him. Something that should be impossible since the killing curse has no counter. But then again everything is possible with magic, at least in theory.
Then there is the second set of memories. Those belong to Harry Potter. There was not a single good memory there. Being yelled at and beaten by his 'family', forced to do chores and sleep in a cupboard because apparently, a proper bedroom is too good for a freak, according to uncle Vernon.
Sigh…" Becoming a slave to some bloody muggles…how far have I fallen".
Volde-Harry stood up from the bed, went to pick up the mirror, and removed the cloth from his wound. The bleeding has already stopped and the wound seems to be closing. Normally this would take hours. "Seems my magic is still strong. Well, let's see what I can do to improve my current situation."
After spending some time performing some tests to see how his magic behaved now he had a good grasp of his magical capabilities.
'I can tell that my magical core is strong, especially considering my age. But there is a magical bind preventing me from accessing most of my power.'
He ponders for a moment and considers that it is better to leave his magic bound for the moment. His core is still unstable and with the lack of a wand too much magic can be a bad thing. He can always remove it later on.
'Well it is not like I need much to deal with some muggles, and I am versed enough in wandless magic. What I need now is more information about my new situation. So let's have a word with my beloved relatives.'
He went to open the door of his cupboard only to remember that they always locked it.
After giving a grunt, he took some distance from the door, pointed his finger at it, and said very quietly "Alohom-"
¡BOOM! , CRASH!
In the place where the door was there appears to be only a hole.
"I seem to have less control than i thought, i will need to work on that."
It didn't take long before two very angry individuals ran down the stairs.
"It's four in the morning, what the bloody hell are you doing you little freak!". Uncle Vernon had his face as red as a tomato already and it only got worse when he saw the destruction caused by the spell cast by his nephew.
A woman gasping could be heard from his side.
"You little monster what have you done this time?, almost burning the kitchen yesterday not enough for you? "
Vernon quickly spotted the object of his anger, standing at what used to be the entrance to the cupboard, staring at the mess he had just caused.
When Vernon was close to him, he turned around to look at his uncle.
"I am going to make sure you never forget this day BOY." Vernon made a motion to grab Harry by the throat. But before his hand could reach he heard the boy whispering some words and then Vernon was flying through the air until he crashed into a wall making a great noise before falling to the floor with a THUD.
Petunia was about to start yelling but one look at the cold expression her nephew was wearing, made her blood ran cold. And the next words that came out of his mouth startled her even more.
"None of that uncle. We are going to sit down and have a talk. I believe you have much to tell me."
He moved his gaze to his aunt who was looking at him like he had grown a second head. But the moment her eyes met his cold gaze she felt a chill run through her body and realized that something happened to her nephew, that this was not the meek boy she knew.
