Harry Potter: Rise of an Empire.

Disclaimer: If you recognize anything in this story, I don't own it.

"Text" - Speech.

'Text' - Thoughts.

This is a repost/rewrite of my Rise of an Empire story, I know a lot of you have been wondering where this went and why it was no longer posted. Unfortunately, due to mistakes on my part, the story was deleted/lost after I'd first taken it down for a rewrite.

Luckily, the wonderful Darth Xion had a saved copy that he recently sent to me, allowing me to post this story once again.

Chapter 1: Discovery

For the first time in my nine years of life, I feel a great deal of joyful excitement.

Why? Because I've found a treasure, something that I can claim as mine and mine alone.

As an impoverished orphan, I don't have many belongings of my own, not even the very clothes on my back can be considered mine. I have never received a gift from my 'beloved' relatives, the Dursleys, nor have I ever been able to buy an item that could be considered mine.

Yet, even though life has been less than ideal for me so far, I cant really complain, mainly because I know things could be far, far worse. That is why I endure, endure the beatings, endure the starvation, endure the darkness of my small, cramped cupboard and endure the bullying. Simply because I know that things could be worse, yet I continue to pray they would get better.

A prayer that seems to have been somewhat answered, as today was a very good day. Somehow, through the most unusual of circumstances, I'd managed to find my little treasure.

Earlier this very day I had been running, terrified and scared, from my cousin and his gang. I dimly remember wishing I was elsewhere and just as I dived behind a rubbish bin in a futile attempt at hiding, I heard a loud crack and suddenly felt like I was being crushed and sucked through a straw.

An instant later I found myself being spat out on the school roof.

'How did that happen by the way?' I ponder, my thoughts drifting back to that moment. 'It's like I just teleported there or something.'

I made a note to look into it, before turning my attention back to my original thoughts.

Where was I?

Oh yes, the roof. That was where I had found it, my treasure.

It had been laying right at my feet when I appeared on the rooftop, the sunlight glinting off of its sleek surface and drawing my attention. When I'd looked down at the flash of light, I found a small, metal orb, roughly the size of a marble. It was perfectly round and smooth, and while I wasn't sure what exactly it was, I could make a good guess. It was probably some kids marble or something, and somehow they'd gotten it thrown onto the roof.

At that time however, I didn't really care who's it was or how they'd lost it, I just wanted it; finder keepers and all that. So I kept it.

I picked it up, surprised at its weight, and tucked it away in my pocket. The ball was way heavier than it looked, whatever it was made of must be pretty dense, not that it really made a difference to me. I found it and I plan on keeping it no matter what.

I just have to make it home with it hidden and hope that Dudley and his gang don't find me, they would steal my treasure if they did.

-General P.O.V-

Sitting in his cupboard later that night, Harry finally had a chance to go over the entire days events. The ball was held tightly in his hands but Harry wasn't paying it any attention at the moment, his thoughts were on the 'roof incident' as he'd started calling it. This was not the first time something strange had happened around Harry, ever since he could remember, strange events had been happening to him or around him.

Now, while many would think him stupid or at least below average, Harry was actually a very smart boy, he just chose to hide that intelligence from his relatives and the bullies at school. Being smarter than the average nine year old, he knew it wasn't normal for people's hair to change color when he was upset with them, he knew is wasn't normal to regrow a full head of hair overnight, he knew it wasn't normal to heal cuts, bruises and broken bones overnight and he definitely knew that it wasn't possible for someone to teleport.

Harry Potter knew that all these things were impossible, or improbable at the very least, yet he had done each and every one.

This led Harry to one conclusion, he wasn't normal. There was something abnormal about him, something that let him do all these strange things and he was going to find out what. But.. that was a task for tomorrow, it was already really late and he was quite tired after a long day.

Tucking the metal ball under his pillow, Harry lay down and went to sleep.

-One Week Later. Harry's P.O.V-

After a week of research and testing, I've finally discovered what my strange abilities are. Magic, honest to god magic.

Strangely enough, I didn't find the answers in a book or through some sort of unexplainable epiphany. Nope, the answers had come from, as unlikely as it may seem, the Dursleys of all people.

I'd suspected that they knew something about my abilities, after all they often ranted about how abnormal I am or how much of a freak I am. I also suspected that my parents had these abilities as well, a theory backed up by my Aunt's many rants about her freak sister and her freakier husband.

So, if the Dursleys knew about my powers, how could I get the information from them? If I asked any direct questions, I would likely end up getting punished and locked in my cupboard.

The answer to my dilemma was quite simple actually, I decided that I would use words that best described my abilities around them and see which drew the most reaction. The few words that first came to mind were mutant, alien and magic, I decided to use each in a conversation and see which had the greater effect.

Mutant was a no go, I must have used it at least four times in an hour and all I got was a snide insult and some more chores to do.

Alien only got me strange looks and low mutters about my stupidity, that was out as well.

Magic on the other hand, well that was pure explosive. The second the word left my mouth, I saw Petunia stiffen while Vernon turned a shade of purple I usually associated with cartoon characters.

Discovering that I can actually do magic was well worth the week long punishment and eavesdropping on the Dursleys after the big blow up also led me to believe that there are others out there with these powers, an entire community if what I overheard was to be believed. While I couldn't go off and find these others, I could still research magic itself and try to learn how to wield it on my own.

So, for the past couple of days I've spent a majority of my free time in the school library, looking up everything to do with magic and the occult. I received various types of answers from fantasy stories, comic books and occult tomes, each had something different to say about the subject but I noticed that a majority of them had a few things in common.

'Hmm, the one thing most of these agree on is that magic is powered by my will and directed by my intent.' I muse, skimming through the large book on the desk before me. 'If I can gather enough willpower, and direct it properly, I should be able to use my magic.'

Excited to finally use my magic, I decided to give it a try and pulled a pencil from my book bag, levitation should be a simple enough trick.

Thirty minutes later and I was no closer to making my pencil levitate, it was just so hard to focus. Each time I tried to concentrate on levitating the pencil, I was distracted by a stray thought or a noise from my surroundings. Frustrated with my continued failure, I packed up my things and left the library, heading towards my classroom as the bell signifying the end of my lunch hour rang.

As classes ended for the day, I decided to get some help from the teacher, she was always telling us that we needed to focus after all. I brought my focusing problem up with her, alluding my problems in class with a difficulty to focus, never mind that I could be in the top five if I actually tried; but then I would score higher than Dudley and we wouldn't want that.

Listening to my problem, she suggested that I take a look at a book on meditation, either that or see the school nurse about a possible case of ADD, I chose meditation.

The book was easy to find as I'd memorized most of the libraries organization system by this point, and after the first few pages I was glad to say that it was just what I need. Should I follow through with the various meditation exercises, I should be able to calm my mind and focus my thoughts, and through that, access my magic.

Excited to begin, I checked out the book and headed home. In my cupboard, I could freely practice the exercises written in the book without too much distraction.

-One Month Later. General P.O.V-

Through the art of meditation, Harry managed to both calm his mind and increase his focus, among other perks.

He had been quite surprised when he discovered that his memory increased greatly from his meditation, to the point that he could recall almost everything he'd read and experienced within the last two years or so, memories before then were too blurry and distant. Some books called it eidetic memory but Harry thought it had more to do with the meditation techniques that required organizing his mind and placing defenses around it.

For his mental defenses, Harry had chosen his treasure to protect his mind, he hadn't been sure whether it had worked or not but he would be finding out today. Today he was going to attempt the final exercise in the book, he was going to enter his mindscape and hopefully discover the source of all his magic, as well as tidy up the few parts of his mind he may have missed with the last few exercises.

Closing his eyes and assuming a comfortable position, flat on his back with his hands resting at his sides, Harry began his meditation exercise and focused on entering his own mind. His breathing came in regular intervals, his heart beat slower and he felt himself spiraling down and down until he felt consciousness slipping away.

It may have taken a second or an hour, he wasn't sure, but Harry soon found himself opening his eyes with the fact that he was no longer in his cupboard serving as proof of his success.

His mind, as he had designed it, was simply a white void with absolute nothingness stretching out in every direction. In the center of this void floated his treasure, the small marble he had discovered over a month ago. However, instead of the small, yet heavy, ball that he usually held in his hand, this one towered above him.

At over one hundred feet high, the giant, metal sphere that housed his mind was truly a intimidating sight, especially with the way it wobbled, as if it could roll over at any moment and crush anything in its path. Grinning at his accomplishment, Harry willed himself to appear closer to his defenses and his mindscape moved to accommodate him.

As he got closer, the first stage of his defenses activated and the ball seemed to light up. Harry shuddered as a beam of white light connected him to the metal ball, he could feel the beam scanning him, ascertaining his identity. This idea he'd stolen from a few of the many Sci-fi books he'd read over the last few weeks, the ball already looked high tech so adding a full body scanner hadn't been a far reach for his imagination.

After what felt like an eternity, the light finally finished its job and the ball stopped glowing.

Satisfied with his first stage of defense, Harry floated right up to the metal ball and placed his hand on its surface, he grinned as the metal rippled at his touch and his hand sunk into the now liquid surface. Solid metal gave way to liquid quicksilver as Harry literally stepped into the orb, easily accessing the inner sanctum of his mind.

'I'm so glad that worked.' Harry thought as he passed through the liquid metal, completely unhindered and unaffected. 'I didn't think the book was actually right about the mindscape and mental defenses.'

The inside of the ball seemed to be slightly similar to the outside, an endless black void replacing the white with two constructs floating within the void rather than one.

The first construct was one he had not placed here, it was an enormous ball of golden light, covered in a lattice of red and black liquid. Harry assumed that this ball of light was the source of all his power, the mental representation of his magic.

The second thing within the void was the construct Harry had chosen to represent his mind, it was a being he'd only seen once in a comic book but the image had stuck with him the entire time he had been making his mindscape and Harry had decided to incorporate it into his defenses. The being was simply know as 'The Idea of Evil', in the comic it had represented all of mankind's suffering, pain, and emotions, Harry thought it fitting to use such a being to represent his own feelings.

Floating before him was a giant heart covered in countless eyes and many valves, each eye was the same emerald-green color as his own but he could see them flashing gold as they swiveled about. Swirling around the heart was a storm of ideas, thoughts, memories and emotions, each represented by a small ball of colored light, there were dozens of different colors and Harry couldn't begin to fathom what each color represented.

As he watched, the heart would beat slowly, its eyes would swivel around searching for something among the many balls of light and the valves connected to it would either inhale or exhale a stream of colored lights, the exhaled lights joining the storm surrounding the heart. The way Harry had crafted it, the Heart represented his subconscious mind, while the many eyes represented his conscious mind.

Whenever he experienced a new feeling or emotion, or even when he had a thought, it would be exhaled from the heart and float freely within the void, the eyes would then examine it and transmit it to him. Should he want to lock away a memory, repress a feeling or emotion, or even stop a train of thought, the heart would inhale the specific thought, emotion, memory or feeling and lock it away deep within him. This all happened at the speed of thought, so fast it was barely noticeable.

Through this heart shaped being, Harry now had absolute control over his memories, his emotions and even his body. He could suppress pain, dissolve emotions and study memories, all through his heart-mind as he chose to call it. The heart-mind gave him true control over himself and Harry would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the feeling.

Sparing several minutes to examine his 'mind', Harry followed the instructions in the book and made sure his mindscape was operating properly. It would be catastrophic if it wasn't and he lost control over his own mind, it could drive him insane or worse, render him brain dead. Luckily, everything looked fine and there wasn't any real damage to his mind.

With his examination complete, Harry turned to the real reason he had started meditating, his magic. Now that he had a chance to closely examine it, Harry was quite disgusted with what he saw and felt.

While the ball of golden light felt comforting and familiar to him, the red and black liquids encasing it did not. From the red, blood like liquid, he could sense a feeling of protection and love, yet at the same time it seemed wrong and perverse, as if something was slowly corrupting it. The black liquid however, was just plain disgusting, it seemed to ooze an aura of malevolence that Harry wanted nowhere near his magic.

He took a few minutes to examine the ball, before he tried willing the liquids away and physically removing them from his magic but nothing seemed to work. With all his ideas failing, Harry went for the final option left to him, he dived head first into the golden sphere of power and fully immersed himself in his magic.

The first thing he felt was pure unstoppable power, raw magic at its strongest completely surrounded and encased him, filling him with euphoric ecstasy. There was so much power here that Harry didn't know what to do with it, he felt invincible, powerful, with this power he could do anything he set his mind to... and then it was gone.

As quickly as it had come, the feeling of power receded and Harry felt tired and drained, he felt completely powerless and his body shuddered as the feelings of euphoria receded. Enraged at the loss, he tracked it to its source and was unsurprised when he was led to the red and black liquids.

'What are they anyways? Why would they be here, inside my mind and around my magic?' He wondered, examining them closely.

Touching upon the red liquid, Harry followed it to its source and was rewarded with an image of number four Privet Drive, his home. However, there seemed to be some sort of crimson dome surrounding the entire house, that was new. From what Harry could feel of the dome, it was meant to protect him and keep him safe from outside threats. Not just him though, the dome seemed to be connected to his relatives as well, protecting them and keeping them safe.

The problem with this however, was that the dome was draining huge amounts of his magic to do so. Someone was draining his power and using it to protect the Dursleys.

'What the hell? Who would do that?' Harry raged mentally. 'There's no way I would lift a finger, let alone give up my power, to protect those people.'

He wanted nothing more than to tear down the dome and leave the Dursleys at the mercy of whatever they were being protected from, in fact, that was just what he was going to do. However, as he drew on his remaining power to attack the red liquid, his magic seemed to pulse urgently and drew his attention to something else, the black liquid.

Unlike the red liquid, the black liquid offered no sense of protection, it simply radiated a malicious aura as it continually attacked his magic in an attempt to crush it. The only thing holding it back was the combined effort of his magic and the protection from the red liquid, if he got rid of the red liquid, Harry had no doubts that the black liquid would crush his magic and spread out to his mind.

He would have to deal with it first.

Tracking the black liquid to its source, he was shocked to see that it actually came from the lightning bolt scar on his forehead, the scar he'd gained the night his parents died.

'What the hell? My scar? Then its not a normal scar, its trying to drain my power away.' Harry realized, examining the scar closely 'If someone knew this and set the dome up to protect me, why didn't they deal with the scar as well?'

Clearing his thoughts, Harry focused on the real issue at hand, destroying or dispelling the dark presence in his scar. Gathering the remnants of his power, Harry threw it all at the black liquid in an attempt to remove it. For a single instant he felt it buckle, pressed back by his ferocious assault, then he was filled with complete and utter pain as balls of sickly yellow energy sprung to life around his mindscape.

The pain was all encompassing, threatening to drown out all his thoughts and destroy him. It was only through his mental exercises that Harry was able to focus on the balls of pain, willing them to vanish. A moment later, the valves of his heart-mind began sucking them all in, numbing the pain and allowing him to think clearly.

With the pain gone, or suppressed at best, Harry focused his full might against the black liquid. His power surged forward, empowered by his pain and rage, and struck the black ooze once more. He felt it fighting back, trying to fill him with more pain and crush him, but against the combined forces of Harry's enraged magic and the red liquid, it stood no chance.

"!"

Harry grinned in triumph as a high pitched, pain-filled, inhuman screech echoed throughout his mind as the entirety of the black liquid was obliterated.

'God that was draining, but strangely satisfying.' he huffed, trying to catch his breath. He didn't really need to breath in here but this was the only way his mind knew to represent the strain he'd just suffered.

As the last of the black liquid vanished, Harry felt the feeling of pure, invincible power return. If he'd felt great before, there was no word to describe how he felt now. With the black liquid gone, his power seemed to grow immensely, the parts of it that had been drained by or were spent fighting the scar, had returned to his control.

There was so much power at his fingertips, he could do anything, be anything and all it required was this power. In that instant, Harry knew he was addicted, there was no way he would ever give up this power and the euphoric feelings it produced, he would do everything he could to gain more of it.

Anything at all...

His heart-mind seemed to pulse and Harry gasped as he regained control over himself, he'd lost himself to the power for a moment there.

'I should have expected this,' He cursed angrily, pushing the power away. 'It was in almost all the books I read, if I don't control this power, it will try and control me.'

With a deep breath and a silent thanks to his heart-mind for saving him, again, Harry turned his attention to the red liquid. He now had a semblance of control over himself, as long as he focused, he would remain in control.

The red liquid however, had undergone a small change during his distraction, it was no longer draining huge amounts of his magic. In fact, the power being drained was almost insignificant, compared to his large ball of power at least.

'Is it because the black stuff is gone?' Harry pondered. 'Was it draining more and more power to help fight it off?'

It would appear so, because now that there was nothing to fight, the power seemed to fall almost dormant, simply draining a portion of his power to protect him and the Dursleys.

'Hmmm, maybe I can use this. There's no way I want to waste power protecting the Dursleys though.' Harry thought with a frown. 'Maybe if I...'

With a thought, he was back at the dome, examining it carefully. He could see the way the power was flowing, it poured out from him, into the dome and then into the Dursleys.

With a thought and great force of will, Harry tore the links connected to the Dursleys and attached them to his own body. Now the dome was draining power from him to keep itself active, but at the same time it was returning portions of that power and protecting him. While that was good, great even, the protection only seemed to work while he was within the dome and the threat was outside the dome. Harry frowned at this, even with the protection gone, his relatives would still be able to hurt him as long as they were inside the house.

'Unless...' A grin crossed his face as he was struck with a sudden idea.

Focusing on the dome once more, Harry tore out the stream of power that seemed to tie it to the house and attached it to his own body. He grinned in satisfaction as the dome vanished a moment later, only to reappear as a thin layer surrounding his body. Now he would be protected from all threats as long as he had enough magic to power the dome, or shield since it was no longer dome shaped.

With a triumphant grin, Harry drew away from the red liquid and turned his attention to his final problem, his power.

While it was within his body and a part of him, he knew there was no way he would be able to consciously control it at all times without losing himself in the ecstasy that the magic induced. It took far too much effort for him to constantly focus and keep control over his power, if he lost focus for one single instant then the power would overwhelm him and control him once more.

'If only I had something to tie it to, something I could use to control it without having to constantly focus on i...'

A grin lit up his face as he realized what he was thinking, he needed a magical focus.

Many of the books he'd read talked about wands, staffs and other magical foci, which were used to enhance and focus the caster's abilities. That was what he needed, a wand or staff of some kind, but where could he get something like that? There was no way a normal stick would work, wands and staves required either magical cores or a series of runes, seals or whatever they were called to make them a proper focus. If that was what the other magical people used then maybe he could too, but he didn't know where to find them or where to get a focus like that.

'Maybe I can use something else.' Harry mused, trying to think of something. 'Some of the books talked about using rings, necklaces or even earrings as a focus and most of those seemed to be normal until the magic was added.'

But where was he supposed to get some jewelry without getting beat around or arrested? As he thought, Harry felt his heart-mind pulse once more and a sudden idea sprung to mind, there was something he could use, something he always carried on him.

Grinning widely, Harry drew his power once more and spread it out from his body, which he noticed was bleeding black ooze from the scarred forehead, and searched for the item in question.

He found it tucked under his pillow, as usual, and drew his magic to it.

His power touched the metal ball and Harry gasped in shock as his power surged to new heights. Somehow, the orb was amplifying his power, causing it to grow stronger and denser as it was filtered through it.

'What is this ball made of?' Harry wondered, thinking of all the mythical metals that were mentioned in his fantasy books. 'I need to look into it sometime.'

For now he needed to focus on the issue at hand.

Just like with the dome and his body, Harry attached a thick stream of power to the ball and allowed his own power to be drained into it. Just like with the first touch, his power was amplified and strengthened as it flowed through the ball. With his power being drained into the ball endlessly, Harry drew a thinner stream of power from the orb and attached it to his heart-mind, surrounding the large heart with golden veins of power.

Now he'd be able to control the power with his mind, with the ball acting as a buffer, allowing him to use his full power without being overwhelmed. Even though the power was amplified, the magic flowing through him and filling him with wondrous warmth and pleasure, it was still toned down to a level he could handle with his focusing techniques.

With all his work completed, Harry exited his ball of power and floated over to his heart-mind. He spent a few minutes examining it and making sure the veins of power were having no negative effects on his mind before locking down his barriers and exiting his mindscape.

-Harry's P.O.V-

As I returned to my body, happy and triumphant, my good mood was drained as I felt the phantom pains wracking my body. While much of it was suppressed by my heart-mind, and the warm comfort of the magic flowing through me, I could still feel tingles of pain from my scar as it dripped black ooze.

'Ugh, I need to clean this up.' I thought with a grimace, ready to sacrifice my thin blanket to this chore.

The second the thought left my mind, my power spiked within the metal orb, filling my body with more delightful warmth, and a moment later the cupboard was clean; and when I say clean, I mean completely spotless. Every smudge of dirt, every mote of dust, every drop of blood and black ooze was completely wiped away, the cupboard was cleaner than I've ever seen it.

"Whoa.." I whisper with wide eyes, my surprise turning into excitement. "That was awesome."

Digging under my pillow, I fished out the metal ball and smirked at it, I noticed that it now had golden-yellow cracks running across it's surface but it didn't appear to be damaged in any way.

Hmm, I need a way to carry it around, I could probably keep it in my pocket but I didn't want to risk losing it or having it stolen. I couldn't carry it around or wear it as a ring either since it's pretty heavy, maybe I can shrink it or make it weightless, or maybe...

'Maybe I can wear it as a necklace.' I muse, it may be heavy for its small size but not so much that I cant wear it from my neck. 'I need a chain for that though.'

Again I felt a spike of power and the ball in my hand now had a thin, silver chain connected to it, turning it into a fanciful necklace. I slipped it around my neck with a grin and tucked it under my shirt, I feel quite comforted having the weight of the heavy ball against my chest.

My grin turned into a frown however, as I recall the last few minutes, this is going to be a problem. I can't have my power reacting to my every thought, that's just asking for trouble.

Closing my eyes once more, I focused inward and fell into my mind, it seemed to be far easier this time.

A few minutes later, I open my eyes again, the problem solved.

Rather that tying my power around my entire heart-mind, I attached it to a single, distant portion of my mind, one that I could reach for whenever I need to use my magic.

"Hopefully it works." I mutter focusing on my closet door, the Dursleys were asleep so I should be able to get away with this.

'Open.' I thought, focusing on the door.

Nothing happened.

'I wish the door would open.' I try again, pouring my intent into the thought.

Nothing again.

'I need the door opened.' I try for the third time, throwing all my emotion and will behind the thought.

Still nothing, so far so good.

'Open door.' I focus, connecting to the portion of my mind linked to my magic. A gleeful grin spreads across my face as the door latch clicked and the door swung wide open.

A moment later my grin disappears as I hear both the front and back doors swing open as well.

"Dang." I mutter, hoping no one heard the noise. 'Close the doors silently.'

The open doors slammed and locked themselves, all without a making a sound.

At least I learned something important, I'll need to be fairly specific with my commands or my magic is likely to affect everything in the general area. That would explain why it cleaned my entire cupboard rather than just the black ooze, which I had been focused on at the time. Now that I've got that straightened out, and knew that I could open the door whenever I want, I decided to try teleporting again. After all, that why I got started on this whole thing in the beginning.

I need to be careful how I go about it however. The first time I did it, I'd made a loud cracking sound, much like a gunshot, before being sucked through a tube and spat out on the roof. I really don't want to go through that again, It's far too loud and felt far too unpleasant, that's why I decided to try something new.

Concentrating on the effect I want, I closed my eyes and drew on my power, willing it to work as I envisioned. Without a sound or any sign of building power, my body flickered in and out of existence like a dying light bulb and I found myself sitting on the kitchen floor.

One moment I'm in my cupboard, sitting on my bed with my eyes closed, the next I'm on the kitchen floor.

I almost squeal in glee at my success, everything worked exactly like I imagined, there was no sound and I didn't even feel a thing as I was moved from one room to the next. The only drawback with this skill is that I need an image, or at least a general idea, of where I want to appear. Without one, I could probably end up underground, high in the air or inside a solid object, none of which sound especially pleasant.

It's not without its bonuses however, such as the lack of sound and feeling but compared to the other method, this can actually be considered true teleportation. When I first teleported, there as a few seconds between my leaving the ground and my appearing on the school rooftop. The way I designed this new method, I would actually vanish from one spot before arriving at my destination with no time elapsed, there's even a point where I exist at both locations at the same time. This is real teleportation rather than the faster-than-light movement of the previous technique.

Which makes my version the best.

Yay.

Once I finish jumping for joy at my awesomeness, I rush over to the fridge and begin making myself a few sandwiches. While I'm excited about all this, I'm also starving, the Dursleys have been practically starving me, more so than usual, this last week and I can barely focus past the hunger now that I'm free.

After I finish eating my fill, I put the food away and prepare to teleport back to my closet. That thought was driven from my mind as a new desire appeared in its place, the desire to leave this place entirely.

'Why should I go back in there? Why should I stay here with these people at all?' I ask, glaring at the door leading to the rest of the house. 'I don't have to continue living like this, I have this power now, I can just leave.'

I wanted to leave, to run away from this place and never come back. There's nothing holding me here, nothing stopping me from leaving. I have all of this power now, my wonderful magic, and I can do anything I want with it.

'Or can I?' I thought with a sudden frown.

What is the full extent of my power?

What are my limits?

So far, all I've done is clean a mess, open a door and teleport a few feet. Can I really survive on my own like that? What if I need to defend myself from wild animals or bad people, or even the other magical people? What if they're stronger than me and I get myself killed? I won't even be able to use my powers all the time, since hardly anyone knows about these other magical people, it's probably a well defended secret. What will happen if I'm seen by someone and the secret gets out?

With a sigh, I flicker back to my cupboard, I'll have to wait until I'm sure it's safe for me. I can't go running around like an idiot and get myself killed, which is what will probably happen if I'm not careful. I also need to know the full capabilities of my powers, what I can and can't do with it.

"The Dursleys know some of it." I realize with a renewed grin. They know I have some kind of power, but that also means that they know something about the others out there, I can just get some answer's from them and learn the rest on my own.

'But they're not just going to tell me.' I thought with a frown, Petunia I can probably scare into telling me but Vernon would be harder, he would probably get angry before getting scared. 'At least my dome-shield thing will protect me from him, but I need someway to scare them.'

One of the few things I'd learned from the Dursleys was that the powerful ruled over the weak, Vernon and Petunia had been more powerful than me so they had ruled over me. If I want to get my point across, and some revenge, I'll need to show them that I'm stronger than they are.

'Let's see how they like being the ones on the receiving end, let's see how they like bleeding and having their bones broken.' My grin turns feral as I dive back into my mind, I have to prepare for tomorrow. I need to work on drawing on my magic at a faster speed, if I'm too slow or take too long then things could go bad for me.

'Either way, I'm looking forward to tomorrow.'

A.N: Hope you guys are glad to see this back up, I'll be rewriting and posting the other chapters in the future so look forward to it.