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SERIES The Time of a Sorcerer TITLE Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Skill CHAPTER 1 The Sorcerer-Who-Lived

Nearly eight years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursley's front door; it crept into their living rrom, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr. Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls. Only the photographs on the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Eight years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different colored bonnets - but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too.

Not that either boy was there at the moment. They were both at school at the moment. Or should we say that Dudley was at school, for Harry Potter was on it. The green eyed boy with unruly black hair was sitting on the school wide eyed and unbelieving. Just moments prior, he was running away from his cousin's gang. His cousin, Dudley, had collapsed from running after him ages ago. Now Harry was sitting on a cement slab which was connected to a gutter, in other words, he was on the school roof.

It finally began to click, why his family hated him, and why his uncle's daily bellows always pertained to, "THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC!" or "FREAK!"

The thoughts of being a wizard did have its perks. Yet, there were two big problems. First, the Durlseys hated anything unDursleyish. Second, how was he supposed to use magic? He had no spell book, no nothing, what could he have done?

What could he change that could make this anomaly in his life permanent?

Once Harry was home, sitting in his cupboard, he began to concentrate on himself, and began to memorize his entire body and how it felt. His eyes were tired, his throat tight from holding in a yawn. His lips were dry and His back ached a little. His feet were sore and the grains of the cot were ruff on his feet through the holes in his socks. not to mention the draft that came through the crack at the bottom of the cupboard door, because of the draft there were rather large goosebumps running down Harry's skin.

He began to slowly remove that things that he were feeling in an attempt to meditate. He didn't know what it was, but he hoped that it was kind of like a six sense that came to frutition when all your other senses did not work. The only thing that he began to concentrate on was the tightening in his chest, the one that he felt was hiding something, the only part of him that actually felt warm.

Moments later Harry opened his eyes still concentrating on the warmth inside, relishing in the feeling as he imagined the warmth become a blazing inferno of heat. He felt the warmth inside of him, double and then triple as everything outside of his senses seemed to get colder, and his own vision seemed to blend. until all his saw was nothing that could be seen. Only felt. He knew what it was, forcing this warmth into his hand, he began to envision it in the shape of a lightbulb. Needless to say Harry was astonished to see w flash of light that could have blinded most, and then a dimming othe flash until it formed a large unstable orb of... Magic.

Over the rest of the night he concentrated on his magic... trying to envision a hand, made out of his magic, grabbing the various things inside his small cupboard. Needless to say it was hard. He could force it out like before but the only thing that would happen was, if he used small bursts the small toy soldier that he was focusing on, on the shelf next to him, would either shake and quiver or it would act like a rubber ball and bounce against the wall, only to smack Harry in the face, threatening to give him a black eye or matching scar on the other side of his forehead. Over the next few days Harry managed to be able to concentrate on it enought to realize that in order to get an obkject to move correctly you have to be able to push on it from all sides, forcing it to move steadily. Harry resolved that moving an object with magic was like moving it in space, too much force and it might never stop. Of course Harry found out the hard way that using force on an object from all sides might not be the best thing. Too much force and you might completely crush the item you want to move.

He knew that if he ever wanted to move on his own, he could just do the same thing that landed him on the school, he had to do the same to get himself off the school any way. Teleporting wasn't all that draining, but it hut his insides, just as much as his out... he basically felt like the toy soldier that he just crushed with his magic, and then he felt like the same process in reverse, it was really strange and it made his ears pop. He only wondered if this was how old Kris Kringle felt when he had to be stuffed down the chimney.

It wasn't until he started hearing Dudley's new computer making noise that the little knobs and wheels really begant o start turning. Listening, Harry soon realized it must have been the new game 'Diablo'. It was an RPG that had the main character, one of three heroes, each that could do magic and had to defeat the various hidous beasts and villians of the expanse of dugeons that had been lain beneath the church of the game's village.

Of course if the Dursleys every realized that the game had magic in it, Dudley would be in a right fix, or if they found out Harry knew about the game.

Early in the next week, when Aunt Petunia was preoccupied in the kitchen and Harry had a rare few minutes alone, he started his plan, Mission: Stealth, or Stealt(he)h(andbook). Smelling the potroast, one of the very few dishes that Harry did not have to help prepare, simply because Uncle Vernon insisted that Petunia use the Liquoured Gravy approach that night, Harry opened the small door to the cupboard. He crossed the cold and polished wooden floor and the equally immaculate foyer carpet, making his way to the bottom of the staircase.

Stepping over each of the squeaky stairs, Harry made his way into the upstairs hallway, glad that the Master bedroom was not the one of the beds over the Kitchen.

Opening the door to the bedroom, Harry realized how disgusting Dudley's room was. There was no smell, but everything was tossed about and some huge rag was covering the space of the floor. Picking up the slightly yellow cloth Harry saww something that threathened to make him hurl. It was a turd stain, meaning that these were Dinky Diddlywinks prized tightywhities. Harry quickly tossed them on the otherside of the room noticing that it was about to land on something else. Which he was perfectly fine with, the only problem was that Harry didn't realize until two minutes later that the Handbook was now under the disgusting piece of filth that Dudley used to cover his nether regions.

Harry quickly used a hanger to pull off the rag, glad that the turd stain was facing the other way (away from the book). Wiping the book down with one of Dudley's newest shirt and then tossing it on to the ever-offending rag, he left the room for the safety of his very hygenic cupboard. Harry took a detour though and went to the bathroom, he was glad that there was bleach under the sink.

When he had returned to the safety of his cupboard, he opened the Diablo Handbook. Inside of the black paperback there was a long list of spells. Next to that were a list of various statistics and attributes, Strength, Magic, Dexterity and Vitality, and Life, Mana, 'Chance to Hit', 'Resist Lightning', 'Resist Fire' and a bunch of other attributes that would not matter to Harry. While he knew that many things about himself he would not be able to change very easily from 'Zero', he knew that he could always change his main capabilities, like, Strength, Magic and Dexterity. Only time and training could increase his Vitality and Life and Magic reserves. And only dangerous training could even hope to have him develop an immunity to any part of the different elements that his magic could take on.

Looking down the long list in front of him he began to pull off things that he wanted to learn in a list. Firebolt, Healing, Lightning, Identify, Fire Wall, Town Portal, Stone Curse, Infravision, Fireball, Guardian, Chain Lightning, Flame Wave, Doom Serpents, Invisibility, Sentinal, Golem, and Repair made Harry's first list.

Things like Blood Boil, Apocalypse, Etherealize, Staff Recharge, Trap Disarm, Mindmace, Elemental, and others were just too hard or draining.

Under the initial list were five other pictures that showed the last five unnamed spells in the game. one looked like a burning skull, there was a witchcraft skull and an arrow going in a circle, there was a weird wave that could have been a blood type of attack, another one that could be a bull's skull, and another one that Harry thought to be a rune. but without a description, it was hard to know what to do.

Out of the list Harry decided to try doing only a few of them, some that he wanted to do seemed to be very hard and dangerous. Firebolt, Healing, Town Portal, Stone Curse, Guardian, Golem, and Repair. Anything else would come if Harry could even master all of these.

Author's Notes

While researching for this chapter's second release i have found many things that i want to add, hence my pointing this out in the last chapter. all flames, suggestions and comments will be addressed from this point on today is April 3, 2007. and i espect a massive surge in hits now that my writing is getting that much better. And the list of spells now uses spells from the original edit of Diablo, one that never made its way to any store or website. Because Dinky Diddykins only deserves the best of everything.

Here is the list of things that Harry currently knows... I saw this type of list in some Harry/Arcadia story that i want to find again, it was awesome...

Harry knows...

Lumos Solem


Teleport / Apparition

Some of these i will make so that he can't learn them until the actual summer excursion to the Kingdom of K.