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      Male_Character(s), Hermione_Granger, Su_Li, Katie_Bell, Cedric_Diggory,
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      Part 1 of The_Rise_of_Overlord_Vulcan_Series!
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      Published: 2015-05-28 Updated: 2016-09-14 Chapters: 7/? Words: 45570
****** The Rise of Overlord Vulcan - Rewrite! ******
by DarkDragen
Summary
     Summary: Read as how a different history, having an imaginary twin
     sister at a young age, and a having a different life before Hogwarts
     changes Harry from a weak, lonely boy, to the most powerful Dark
     Wizard the world has ever seen - Overlord Vulcan. Rewrite, hopefully
     a much better version than the last two.
Notes
     Warnings: Underage Sex, Smut/Lemons, Twincest, sort of, Forced Sex,
     Rape, Torture, Threesomes, Foursomes, there’s going to be much more,
     so if you don’t like a VERY Dark and Evil Harry and the things that
     come with this. This story is not for the light hearted, for children
     (this is a 18+ story) or those who are easily offended, if any of
     those three are you, please stop reading now.
     Disclaimer: I do not in any shape or form own Harry Potter, be it
     characters, spells, items, or anything else that’s connected to the
     Harry Potter books/movies; they all belong to J. K. Rowling & the
     Warner Bros Pictures. I don’t even earn any money from this… Damn
     shame...
     The only characters that I do own are the ones that you haven’t read
     about in the books. Although, I wish I did, that way I could come up
     with a more believable way for Harry ending up with Ginny or someone
     who is better for him. Also, I would made Hermione less trusting of
     people like Dumbledore and less bossy. Essentially, less of an
     annoying cunt (Beta). Anyway, onto the story.
     I’ll be having other crossovers as the story goes along, and I’ll be
     adding Disclaimers when needed. I would like to point out that I’ll
     be adding movies, TV shows and books/comics in this version. So you
     have been warned.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Prologue - The Birth of Lucy Potter! *****
                    The_Rise_of_Overlord_Vulcan_-_Rewrite!
                                        
                                   Prologue…
                                        
                           The_Birth_of_Lucy_Potter!
 
25th of December 2006 - Dursley’s Household!
 
It had been five years since the six year old Harry Potter was found by his
Aunt Petunia Dursley in front of the door, as if he were a pint of milk, and
since then, Harry’s life had been awful. He was treated like a slave. Worse, in
fact, a slave would be allowed to eat, have fitting clothes, and a bedroom
bigger than the broom cupboard, which Harry currently slept in.
 
But young Harry received none of those. He got the oversized hand-me-down
clothes that belonged to his large cousin, Dudley. Dudley, was referred to as a
‘pig in a wig,’ because he was fat, ate a lot, and had manners befitting of a
pig. Harry would be lucky if he ate at all. One of the punishments his family
loved to inflict on him was to refuse to let him eat for a few days, and when
he was finally allowed to eat and drink, it was only a glass of water, a dry
slice of bread, and if he was really lucky, some dry cheese. As for his
bedroom, it was a small cupboard under the stairs, which was filled with
spiders.
 
Harry didn’t know why his family hated him, but they did; as long as he could
remember, they had hated him. They would never call him Harry, but instead
called him either Boy or Freak - he only found out his name last year, when he
started school. The only time they wouldn’t call him Freak, just Potter or Boy,
was when they were out in public. Then they would treat him slightly better,
appearances were very important to the Dursleys and they wanted to be seen as a
nice, respectful family.
 
If only they knew the truth about them, his ‘family.’ They were anything but
nice and respectful. Harry didn’t know why they treated him harshly, but they
did. Apart from calling him Boy or Freak, they punished him for the simplest of
mistakes. One example of their unreasonable mindset, was when the Dursleys
punished him, for ‘forcing them’ to spend money on him, another example would
be, punishing him for ‘daring’ to burn the food he was forced to prepare for
them, but never eat himself,  there were countless examples, they punished him
for any number of things that they blamed him for.
 
He usually had one of two punishments, they either punished him by withholding
food and keeping him in his cupboard for days on end, or his Uncle would beat
him for whatever presumed wrong Harry had committed. It wasn’t often, but when
his Uncle had one too many drinks, or he had a particularly horrid day at work,
he would beat him, and his Aunt would allow it. She would sit back with a
smirk, clear as day upon her face, and watch as Vernon did so. Aside from
punishing him for imagined wrongs, they would also allow their son Dudley to
bully and beat him whenever he so pleased, and they would rewardtheir son for
doing so.
 
Harry often wondered what it would be like to have a family, to have someone
who would love and care for him, like he was a normal person. He would often
imagine that he had a family. A mother and father, and sometimes a brother or
sister, or even both, who loved and cared for him. He enjoyed these moments, it
would dull the pain caused by his horrible life, from a piercing, sharp stab of
pain, to a small, persistent ache. But, due to the Dursleys’ normal treatment
towards him, that visualized scenario was shattered very easily. He might
imagine that he had a happy family for a few hours, at most, for a day, before
the Dursleys would do or say something that would return him to the hell that
was his life.
 
It was Christmas Day, and young Harry Potter was curled up in a ball, sobbing
in his cupboard. It was another Christmas, the Dursleys had locked him up in
his cupboard while they were all having a big Christmas Dinner and giving each
other gifts, none of which were for him.
 
Harry was again indulging in his fantasy, of what it would be like to have a
happy and caring family, and what it would be like to have a Christmas Day with
them, with dinner, gifts and all the festivities that came with the day. A
smile formed on his lips as he thought about it, the gifts he might have had
from his parents and any brothers and sisters he might have had, and the fun
they would have, before having dinner. Oh, how he wished that his dream could
come true, so he wouldn’t be alone anymore, but it wasn’t to be.
 
He was sad; all he wanted was a friend. Someone, anyone! That would talk to
him, care about what happened to him, and be there for him in times of
loneliness and need. But, between the lies that ‘family’ made up about him, and
Dudley bullying anyone who came near him, it seemed impossible for him to make
any friends. As Harry thought about friends, he thought about a few kids at
school that he found talking to themselves. It was strange, but when he
confronted one of them about it they explained they were talking to an
invisible friend that only they could hear and see. Harry found that strange,
but when he asked a teacher - he knew his so called Aunt and Uncle wouldn’t
tell him, because it wasn’t normal - they explained that these kids created
pretend friends, or imaginary friend as most people called them. They weren’t
actually real, but were only real to those kids, because they have problems in
life or have no friends and so, they make one up, so they could have someone to
talk to.
 
As Harry sat there, in his cupboard he begun to think that this is what he
needed, an imaginary friend that he could talk to. It would be a great idea; it
would be someone that Dudley couldn’t bully away, and wouldn’t stay away from
him because of his Aunt’s and Uncle’s lies about him. The more he thought about
it, he decided he could do better, he could create an imaginary family member.
Someone that would love him, care for him and support him in whatever he did.
He neededto be rid of the loneliness that was instilled within his very heart.
He knew that it wouldn’t actually be real, but it would be better than what he
already had.
 
That had been around lunch time. As dinner time approached the smell of food,
food that hecooked, was coming from the kitchen as the Dursleys were eating
dinner. Harry had been sent back to his cupboard with the only food he was
allowed, one slice of dried bread and a small glass of milk that was starting
to turn. For the first time Harry wasn’t bothered by this, since, for most of
the day he had been thinking about what kind of family member he wanted, and he
finally decided upon a twin sister.
 
He decided to have a twin because there was a pair at his school, and no matter
what happened they were always together and having fun. As for why he chose his
family to be a twin sister instead of a brother, the truth was, that he flipped
a coin; he couldn’t decide if he wanted a brother or a sister and so decided to
let a flip of a coin decide. Heads for a brother, tails for a sister.
 
Seeing that she was going to be his twin sister, Harry decided she would be a
female version of him, black hair and green eyes, but her hair would be longer.
Not only that, but he decided that she wouldn’t be like him, shy, with a lack
of confidence and fear of his family. Harry often wished he had more confidence
himself, but he really disliked brash, cocky people who were always talking. He
was placing traits he desired to have himself, into his twin sister. So,
instead of being brash and cocky, his sister would be quiet and calculating in
public, but mischievous and fun-loving around those she cared for. And unlike
him, she had the confidence to not care one bit about what people thought about
her as long as she was happy with the decisions she made.
 
The world is a strange place. Despite many people spending their entire lives
delving into the secret workings of the world, the Earth still has many secrets
that she keeps to herself, and one of these secrets was about to change Harry
Potter’s life forever.
 
This particular secret that was about to begin revealing itself to young Harry,
was the existence of magic. Earth was a clever and mysterious existence.
Centuries ago it was able to convince people all over the world that magic was
nothing more than the superstition of primitive people, that didn’t understand
the way the world worked, and invented the idea of magic to explain the
unexplainable. But the reality was, magic was real, and since Magic Users had
learned how to wield magic, Earth now had a harder time in hiding magic from
the world. As a result, it became the responsibility of magic users all around
the world to hide the reality of magic from the world at large. The transition
was a little rough, which explains rumours of magic during medieval times, but
eventually the magical community was able to hide magic from the rest of the
world.
 
Even though magic existed, there were only a rare handful of people that had
the ability to wield it. Young Harry was one of these select few, and unknown
to Harry, his magic was about to manifest itself, by helping him to create his
imaginary sister.
 
As Harry sat in his cupboard and focused all of his concentration on the image
and personality of his twin sister, he felt something rather strange welling up
from deep within him. His concentration was briefly broken as he tried to
identify the sensation, but as soon as he focused on it, it disappeared.
 
Slightly confused, Harry went back to focusing on his sister only to notice the
strange sensation again. But, once again, as soon as he tried to concentrate on
the sensation, it disappeared. This strange phenomenon repeated itself several
times until a frustrated six-year-old Harry decided to just ignore it and focus
on creating his imaginary sister.
 
Now, Harry was surprisingly fortunate in one regard. Because the Dursleys had
ignored him so well over the course of his life, Harry had always had to rely
on his own mind to entertain him. As a result, his powers of concentration and
visualization were surprisingly well developed for a child his age. So, because
of the amount of, inadvertent practice he had, Harry was able to fully imagine
the full basic makeup of his sister while ignoring the strange sensation
welling up from deep inside him.
 
The feeling built as he added more and more details in his mind about his
sister. It started deep in his stomach and spread throughout his body until his
whole body was infused with a strange, tingling, warmth. Soon the warmth turned
to pressure, like something within trying to escape. The pressure also seemed
to drive Harry harder and faster to add new things to the character of his
sister. It became a feverish race between Harry adding characteristics and
features to his sister and the pressure building up and pushing him even
faster.
 
Finally the pressure peaked just as Harry completed the last detail that he
wanted in his imaginary sister. As soon as he realized he was done, he felt the
pressure surge and seem to explode outward, with every nerve ending in his body
lighting up simultaneously; the resulting loss of pressure drained all the
energy from his young body, and Harry fell back on his bed, exhausted, and felt
sleep overtake him.
 
“So, Harry, this is your bedroom, huh brother?” a female voice said, startling
Harry from his impromptu nap. He looked around and saw someone who looked very
much like himself, only female, sitting on the side of his bed watching him. A
mass of long, black, hair framed startlingly green eyes, identical to his own,
that were currently staring at him as a sly smirk began to creep across her
face.
“S-S-Sister?” Harry sputtered.
 
“Who else could I be?” the girl responded playfully. “What other girls do you
know? Besides, who else could possibly fit inside this dreadfully small
cupboard?”
 
It was true, too. The only other kids Harry knew were his classmates, and
hardly any of them even acknowledged his existence, let alone spent any time
with him. Besides, even though he was six-years old, the broom cupboard under
the stairs was already becoming uncomfortably small. No other real person could
possibly fit inside while he was there.
 
“It worked! I can’t believe it actually worked! I’ll have to thank my teacher
at school for telling me about this! I finally have a sister!” Harry whispered
excitedly, he would never be alone again. Even though he was near bursting at
the seams with joy at his imaginary sister experiment working, he was still
mindful of not drawing unwanted attention from the Dursleys. “I wasn’t positive
that this would actually work, but it did! This is awesome!”
 
“Of course it worked, silly brother. Why wouldn’t it work? It’s your
imagination, and we both know how good you are at imagining things to keep
yourself entertained.” Harry’s sister stated matter of factly before reaching
out and giving Harry his first ever hug.
 
Harry was shocked. Not only did the imaginary sister idea work, but now she was
hugging him and he could actually feel it! Who knew that imaginary friends
could give you real hugs? Harry didn’t really care about how she was doing it,
all he cared about was the fact that he was enjoying his first ever love-filled
hug, he slowly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, he buried his
face into the crook of her neck, her black hair, slightly covering his face, as
he unconsciously inhaled her scent, that of nature, he felt as if it was all
real.
 
He would never be plagued with loneliness, nor sorrow, due to the lack of being
loved, of being cared for. He felt accepted, as if he was good enough, unlike
how the Dursleys had made him feel, making it startlingly obvious that he was
an absolute outcast. He had her, his thoughts began to drift, one clear thought
resonating. She was, his, and his alone. Harry was possessive, he had never had
such a thing beforehand, but now, now he did, and he wouldn’tlet anything take
it away from him.
 
“So, Harry, what’s up? Whatcha doin?” His sister asked when she broke the hug
after several wonderful minutes. Harry was disappointed, he wanted it to last.
He made sure the disappointment did not show on his face, he didn’t want to
hurt her already. He decided to stop thinking of such things, he could consider
them later, for now, he would enjoy the time he had with his sister.
 
“Nothing much.” Harry replied. “Just trying to get over how cool it is that I
finally have a sister. And trying to think of a name! Oh crap! I spent all my
time thinking about how to make you real, that I didn’t even think about what
to call you. What is your name?”
 
“I don’t have a name yet, silly.” His sister said with a smirk that changed to
a full faced grin, and ruffled his hair.”You haven’t given me a name yet. I
would like to help you select a name for me, though. That way I don’t end up
with a name like Daisy or Penny. Yech!”
 
Harry’s face flushed red, those were two of the names that had actually been
floating around in his mind as good names to use. “Sure, sis. Any ideas what
you would like to be called?”
 
And so, the back-and-forth conversation began between Harry and his Sister. It
took quite a while, because they both had lots of fun proposing ridiculous
names just to get the other person to laugh. Never before had Harry enjoyed
himself so much for so long. Before, his moments of happiness were incredibly
brief, but this time his joy lasted.
 
Harry’s favourite memory of his life to date, was when the discussion was
finished and he was able to say, “I love having you as a sister. Lucy Anna
Potter.”
 
Now that they came up with a new name for Lucy, Harry went to sleep for the
night. Silently thinking of how much he already loved his sister, she was
already so special, so dear to him. When Harry awoke up in the morning, the
real adventure would begin.
 
                               To_be_Continued!
 
Author’s_Note: Once again I would like to first apologize for this rewrite, but
as I said in my Forum, ‘I read the story to see how I can continue it, there
are parts of the story I didn’t like and I thought hard before I decided to do
this. If you are a writer, I think you can understand where I’m coming from,
you read your work and found out that you don’t like your work for whatever
reason and so do one of two things. 1) You abandon the story. 2) You either
rework, edit or rewrite the story all together. Me, I’m reworking the story,
the plot and most what you see will still be there, but I’ll be add a few new
ideas and characters into the story.’
 
Not only that, but as I wrote the chapters of this new version of Overlord
Vulcan, I came to see how bad the other two versions were. The chapter of
Harry’s Childhood alone, was awful, I think you would have to agree, as it
lacked detail of why things happened, like the reason why Harry became dark as
he was. It didn’t show enough to make Harry’s character believable, I hope that
this version make it more so.
 
Either way, I would also like to apologize for the long wait, but I had writers
block along with my muse not willing to work with me. But now that this is up,
I would like to thank you all for reading this new version, and I hope you like
the start of this version. I hope you like the way how I wrote how Lucy came to
be. It was something I wanted to do before, but until now I wasn’t able to
think to do so, so I hope you like how I brought Lucy into Harry’s life.
 
I hope you give me a few minutes and review, as I would like to see what you
think of this version. I’m suspecting them, but I would like to ask, though I
doubt it’ll do much, but please no flaming about rewrites, as I already
explained about that. I hope that the extra detail about how Lucy came to be
will make up for the rework of this story, and get me a few good reviews.
 
I was going to wait until I’ve done Harry childhood saga before posting, but as
I done the Interlude for this story, I’ve got requests that I wanted to ask you
and so posting it now. But I do have a few chapters done, and so it won’t be
too bad. Now whilst I’ve already got chapter one, Interlude (which is in three
parts,) chapter two and three done, and starting on with chapter four,  I’m
after ideas for the rest of Harry’s childhood, for anything that I might have
missed during that time. And if there’s anything from the last version that I
can make better, please let me know and I’ll see what I can do and fix it.
 
One last thing, I would like to ask if you all could check out my old Beta
Readers, I AM ZE BETA’s and SuperNova’s, story: Harry Potter: World at War.
It’s posted under I AM ZE BETA’S Penname on fanfiction dot night and
hpfanficarchive dot com, so give these guys a read for all their hard work
please!  
 
Next Chapter:In the next chapter will be the start of Harry’s Childhood Saga,
in this chapter we’ll see Harry finding out about his powers, and we’ll see a
small glimpse of the new group Harry will be facing later in the story.
***** Chapter 1 - Harry’s Childhood - Part 1: (Magical Discovery!) *****
Chapter Notes
     Please reread the last chapter, as I have edited it to fit the
     rewrite...
See the end of the chapter for more notes
22nd of March 2007 - St. Gregory’s Primary School:
 
The months following the creation of Harry’s sister, Lucy, were the best of his
life. Together, the two Potter siblings had a lot of fun; they talked, shared,
planned and played simple games. Because of his deep desire to escape his life
because of the treatment he received from the Dursleys and others, Harry became
so involved with doing things with Lucy that sometimes he forgot she wasn’t
real. But when he did happen to remember that she was imaginary, he felt a
large amount of sorrow surged through him, before he began to wonder whether or
not that was actually the case. Sure, no one else could see or hear her other
than him, she wasn’t able to touch or interact with solid objects, other than
him of course, but there was still something strange about her… not that he
paid too much attention to those things, yet they were there, nonetheless.
 
First of all, she was able to talk about things and have ideas that didn’t come
from his own mind. It was almost as if she was an equal part of his own
imagination and her own free will. Of course, it could easily be argued that
because she was part of him, she was simply able to express the things hidden
within his own subconscious mind.
 
The other strange trait about Lucy, and this one could not be as easily
explained, was that she was able to notice things and people that Harry could
not possibly have noticed on his own. An example of this,  was when Harry was
searching for his book bag after Dudley and his friends had hidden it one day.
He searched everywhere he could think of, to no avail, until Lucy told him that
she saw it tucked away inside a bush that Harry hadn’t even looked at yet. She
was also able to act as a very reliable lookout. Several times Harry was able
to avoid being seen by people, like Dudley and his friends, only because Lucy
told him they were coming. Harry had no idea how she was able to do and know
things that he couldn’t, but it didn’t bother him too much since it was
extremely useful, and there was of course, the fact that she made him feel
nice,and evenspecial,which made him care less about anything that was strange
about Lucy.
 
Over the next few months, Harry’s life began to change for the better, and it
was all because of Lucy’s encouragement. Her influence convinced Harry to begin
doing things that he normally would have never thought of on his own. She
started slowly, convincing Harry to sneak out of his cupboard late at night to
eat real food, not just the stale bread and water the Dursleys fed him.
 
At first, Harry was terrified that the Dursleys would notice the missing food,
but it soon became apparent that his Aunt Petunia simply assumed either her
husband or son were eating extra. The Dursleys had spent so much time abusing
Harry over the years, that the thought of him defying any of their orders was
completely alien to them. When Harry realized the Dursleys wouldn’t notice the
missing food he began to listen to more of Lucy’s suggestions. He began
watching the family owned movies, that the Dursleys wouldn’t let him see, at
night while he ate more food.
 
Over the course of the next few weeks, the semi-regular eating of good food had
a positive change on Harry. He began to recover from the malnutrition that had
been affecting him, and began to get stronger. It would take a few years to
recover fully from the malnutrition, because even though the Dursleys were not
very bright, he still had to be careful not to eat too much to get caught.
 
But as his strength grew, Lucy’s advice pushed the boundaries more. No longer
was Harry going home immediately after school to hide from his Aunt every day.
Now, he was taking trips to the library to read comic books and other stories
about people with superpowers. He was also sneaking into the cinema to view the
newest and best movies. In short, Harry’s life had gone from a living hell, to
every child’s dream; and it was all thanks to the influence of his imaginary
sister, Lucy. He was incredibly fond of her, she was simply amazing. She made
everythingbetter.
 
Lucy’s skill to see through walls, objects, etc, and to find things that he
couldn’t, came in particularly handy when she found the key to the glass case,
in which the Dursleys kept their DVDs.
 
For reasons known only to them, the Dursleys were incredibly protective of
their belongings, and just as adamant that Harry was not allowed to touch, or
use, anything of theirs. Their position was most evident in their refusal to
allow Harry to view their collection of DVDs.
 
Once, when Harry asked ‘why not?’ as he was being thrown roughly into his
cupboard, his Uncle told him that they ‘didn’t want him getting any ideas.’
Harry really didn’t understand what they meant by that, but because of it, he
wasn’t allowed to watch any of the movies. So, of course, watching movies was
one of the first things he wanted to do, besides eat, once Lucy talked him into
leaving his cupboard at night.
 
So far, he had seen quite a few films, but some of his favourites were
Fantastic Four, X-Men 1 & 2, and a pirated film called Jumper. Jumper wasn’t
supposed to be released until the next year, but apparently, Uncle Vernon knew
someone in the film industry that owed him. To help pay off his debt, this man
would send Vernon movies from time to time before they were even released to
the theatres. Jumper was one of many films that Vernon had received, and he
kept them well hidden from the rest of his movies. Of course, no hiding spot
was safe from Lucy, a fact that Harry loved and used to his advantage
constantly.
 
Harry liked Jumper because the main character, David Rice, was able to
teleport, or ‘Jump’ as the film called it, from one place to another instantly
as long as he had a clear picture as to where he wanted to go. In the film,
David uses his power to steal money, but leaves notes saying he would pay them
back some day, and is able to live lavishly while travelling all around the
world.
 
Problems arise when David comes to the attention of a group of people, called
Paladins, that make it their mission to hunt down and kill Jumpers. The
Paladins were religious extremists that believed that Jumpers are an
abomination because ‘only God should have the ability to be everywhere at
once’. The Paladins had discovered that a Jumper’s only weakness is an
inability to ‘Jump’ when a high-voltage current is run through their body.
Using tactics designed to trap Jumpers, the Paladins close in on David and he
is forced to fight for his life. All in all, it was a good film that Harry
really liked because of the happy ending, when David ends up with his crush,
Millie Harris, and lives happily ever after. He also liked it because the idea
of ‘Jumping’ was fascinating.
 
One of the characters in the story that David meets, is another Jumper named
Griffin that is obsessed with trying to kill a Paladin, with the name ‘Roland.’
His justification was, that if Roland were dead, there would be one less person
in the world that wanted him dead. Harry and Lucy both agreed that killing in
cold blood would be wrong, but to kill someone in self-defence was fine. They
also agreed that it would be amazing to have that kind of power; the power to
go wherever in the world they wanted, whenever they wanted. Harry also liked
some of the powers and abilities that he saw in the other films, like the Human
Torch’s ability to control fire.
 
Over the course of the next few months, whenever Harry wasn’t in school, being
forced to do chores, being punished by his relatives for the tiniest of
infractions, or spending time watching movies, reading his comics, or playing,
he was spending time forming more of Lucy’s personality. As the months flew by
Lucy grew more and more defined, and slowly became someone he wished he could
be. Harry put everything he wished he was into Lucy; and she, in turn, pushed
Harry to be more like the person he wanted to be. He loved her, he wanted to
spend all of his time with her, it was an aching, within his very soul, for, he
had someone, to care for him, above all, he would never let her go, he swore.
 
Once she got him out and about, doing whatever it was that would fun, for
himself, she began to guide him to the exploration of his mischievous side.
Like with exploring the world outside his cupboard, she started small; getting
him to pull a prank and have someone else receive the blame, or other small
tricks to be played on unsuspecting people. As a way to retaliate for all his
horrible treatment, Harry usually targeted Dudley or one of his gang members
for his pranks or to be the ones to receive the blame.
 
When Harry and Lucy didn’t have anything else to do, they would talk to each
other. Lucy had two favorite topics of discussion. The first was Dudley. Lucy
loved to make jokes about Dudley. Usually about his weight, Dudley was quite
fat, or Dudley’s below average intelligence. Harry enjoyed these conversations
because Lucy would say the things about Dudley that Harry wanted to say
himself, but wouldn’t, out of fear. He was too afraid of being overheard and
the joke getting back to Dudley. But Lucy could say whatever she wanted,
because no one besides Harry could hear her.
 
Lucy’s second favourite topic of conversation was: Harry himself. This was a
perfect example of Lucy coming up with an idea that did not originate within
Harry’s mind. Lucy was adamant that Harry was special in some way. She insisted
that he had a gift that other people didn’t. This was really hard for Harry,
because he had never before considered himself special, or in any way better
than other people. In fact, he usually felt the opposite. He considered himself
to be weaker than those around him.
 
The idea that he could actually be better, different in a positive way, than
the people around him was, at first, very hard for Harry to imagine. However,
as Lucy argued her position on this idea with more and more conviction, Harry
began to look back on his life while considering her idea as an actual
possibility, and he had to admit to himself that the idea might actually hold
truth to it. It would certainly explain a lot, if his Aunt and Uncle knew, it
would definitely explain why they hated him so much and had poured so much time
and effort into making him feel less wordy than everyone around him. They were
jealous of the fact that he had something that they could never have, and they
could easily let their jealousy justify hurting him. Plus, if Harry really was
special or different, then there was also the fact that there was nothing the
Dursleys hated more than something, or someone, being different than everybody
else.
 
Near the end of March Harry was walking across the school grounds away from the
school when his sister appeared next to him. “Hey Harry. How’s it going,
brother?”
 
“Not too bad sis,” Harry said with a sigh, resisting the urge to hug her, “I’m
just getting tired of pretending to be stupid in class so I don’t do better
that Dudley. It wouldn’t be too bad, I do learn all the stuff in class, but the
teachers keep getting mad at me for doing poorly on the tests and that gets
annoying.”
 
“So, why don’t you just stop missing the questions?” asked Lucy.
 
“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to. If I did that, I would be punished
by Vernon for being better than his pathetic son,” said Harry with another
sigh, “and, that is one thing I do not want. It’s not my fault that his son is
such a fat, stupid pig, but if I were to ever do something to demonstrate this
to Uncle Vernon, he would make my life at home even more miserable than it
already is.”
 
Lucy sighed to herself. She fully understood what her brother was saying. The
walking tub of lard, that called himself Vernon, would surely hurt Harry if he
actually did better at anything than his dear, equally fat son. Oh, how she
wished she could hurt the fat man, his fat son, and his surprisingly skinny
wife for all they had done, and continued to do, to her brother. But alas, she
had no physical body and had no way to actually do anything to help her
brother. All she could do was continue to be there for him whenever he needed
someone to talk to.
 
For now, though, she wanted to return to one of her favourite topics: why the
Dursleys hated her brother so much. “Have you given any more thought as why the
Dursleys don’t like you?” she asked.
 
Harry sighed aloud. He had often wondered what the answer to that question was,
especially since Lucy had recently started bringing it up so often. Why was it
that his only family hated him so much? Try as he might, he really couldn’t
think of anything that he could have done to deserve their hatred. The only
things Harry could think of were: he cried too much as a baby, the Dursleys
hated his parents and took their hatred out on him, they just hated his very
existence and didn’t have, nor need, a reason to justify it, or maybe Lucy was
right and they hated him because they sensed that there was something different
in him, and they despisedanything different.
 
“You know better than anyone else how much I have thought about that Lucy,”
Harry replied, his voice, full of sorrow. “But, I’ve never been able to figure
out why, why they would hate me. You know all the different theories I’ve had
over the years, but none of them really make much sense to me. Your idea does
make the most sense, but I’m still not sure that I’m special in any way. If
anything, I feel like I’m less special...I can’t run as fast or jump as high as
some of the other kids. I do understand what’s being said in class, and just
miss questions on the tests on purpose so I don’t appear smarter than Dudley,
but...there are some really smart kids in the school. I don’t see myself as
more special than the other kids.”
 
Harry and Lucy had been walking through the park together when Harry noticed
saw a park bench that seemed like a good place to sit for a bit. He sat down,
patting the spot next to him for her to sit down, he longed for her to be
closer to him.
 
“Well Harry, my dear brother, I think I’ve finally realized what your gift
might be!” Lucy said with an oddly excited smile as she sat next to him on the
bench. She leaned in close as if she had a grand secret to share with him, he
tried not to show how much Lucy affected him, he truly treasured her, and he
knew she loved him.
 
“Now, before you say something negative, I want you to listen and promise to
keep an open mind. I want you to think about what I say before you say it isn’t
possible; can you do that, brother?” Harry just nodded his agreement as he
gestured for her to continue, pulling her slightly closer.
 
“As you know, I think the reason why the Dursleys hate you is because you are
special. The special thing about you, I believe, is, you have magic!”
 
Without thinking, Harry blurted out, “But Uncle Vernon says that there is no
such thing as magic!” His uncle had beaten that particular thought into him
over the years with a vengeance. “Besides, if I really had magic, wouldn’t I
have shown some proof of it by now? I think you’re wrong; I don’t have any
magical powers...”
 
As Lucy was about to respond, her eyes suddenly widened as she focused on
something behind Harry. Just as Harry started to turn around to see what she
was looking at, he heard a voice say, “Well, well, well. What do we have here?
Looks like the Freak is talking to himself again. What kind of a loon talks to
himself? Hey boys, maybe we should call him Loony, instead of Freak! What do
you think?”
 
Harry turned to see Dudley and his gang of friends. Piers Polkiss, a rat faced
boy that was Dudley’s second in command, Dennis Parker, a very dimwitted boy
with dark hair and pale skin, Gordon Green, a blond haired, light-skinned boy
that thought it was hilarious to pick his nose and wipe his finger on
unsuspecting people, and Malcolm Macklin, another light-skinned boy with dirty
blonde hair and poor complexion as a result of his love of candies and sweets.
Harry and Lucy had together come up with nicknames for each of the gang. In
fact, Harry sometimes had a hard time, remembering the real names of the boys.
He always just referred to them as Fat Ass (Dudley), Rat Face (Piers Polkiss),
Dumbass (Dennis Parker), Goober (Gordon Green), and M&M (Malcolm Macklin).
 
“Oooh look, it’s Fat Ass, Rat Face, and the rest of the goon squad.” Lucy said
with a smirk because she knew the idiots couldn’t hear her. It really was a
shame she couldn’t touch anyone or she would have loved to kick some of the
boys in the balls. “What do these fools want?”
 
Harry couldn’t help himself and chuckled aloud at what Lucy had said.
 
“What’s so funny, Loony?” Rat Face Polkiss sneered.
 
“Oh nothing Polkiss, just something I heard earlier,” Harry said with a smirk,
“so what are you all doing here?”
 
“We were on our way to Gordon’s house, when we saw you sitting here and decided
to come say hi,” Dudley said in a faux sweet voice. One of his favorite
pastimes was picking on Harry, especially in front of his other friends. “We
hardly spend any time together, little cousin. I wonder why that is, Do you
miss hanging out with me? Is that why you started talking to yourself? If
you’re that desperate for a friend, you should try making friends with Bishop.
Maybe you, him, and both of your imaginary friends can all sit down for a tea
party!”
 
Dudley’s friends laughed at his lame joke. Bishop was a boy by the name of
Kevin Bishop, an eight-year-old kid that was constantly talking to his own
imaginary friend. Harry didn’t know much about Bishop, other than his
reputation, and really had no interest in getting to know him either. He knew
what would happen.
 
“Sorry, Dudley. I don’t know Bishop very well. But even if I did, we both know
what would happen if I tried to befriend him. You would bully him and
constantly beat him up until he ignored me like you’ve done to everyone else at
this school. I wouldn’t wish that fate on anyone.” Harry responded. “So, you
tell me, who else am I going to talk to when you isolate me from anyone? You
can’t bully anyone my imagination comes up with.”
 
“You don’t deserve any real friends, Loony.” Polkiss said with a nasty smile.
“Imaginary friends are the only people who can stand to be around you. You’re
nothing more than a Freak!”
 
“I’m a Freak? Do you own a mirror? What happened to your face? Did your mother
hook up with a Rat before you were born or something? How else do you explain
having a the face of a hideous rat…?” Harry retorted. He wasn’t really sure
where the bravery to say that had come from, they weren’t saying anything they
hadn’t said before, he was just sick and tired of putting up with this shit.
 
Rat Face Polkiss swung a fist to punch Harry, but Harry dodged, causing the
punch to miss. Then, as Polkiss stepped forward to follow through with his
punch and to grab Harry, he got tangled up with Goober Gordon that had stepped
forward to help grab Harry. As a result, both boys fell onto the park bench
that Harry had just vacated. Harry’s joy at having avoided the punch was short
lived as he looked up and saw Dudley staring down on him with anger burning
brightly in his eyes.
 
“You’ve done it now, Loony,” Dudley said. “We would have left you alone after
just hitting you once or twice. You should’ve just taken the hits. Instead you
insulted Polkiss’ mother, then could have hurt him and Gordon when they fell on
that bench. Guys, hold him down. We need to teach this Loony Freak a lesson!”
 
Now, usually Harry would just sit there and take his beating, it was faster and
easier than allowing Dudley to get really mad. But today, for whatever reason,
Harry felt brave enough to speak his mind and to actually stand up to Dudley.
 
“Oh no! How scary! I have a Fat Boy, a Rat Face, a Dumbass, a Goober, and an
M&M chasing me. Whatever shall I do?!” Harry taunted as he broke free from the
boy’s grasp, pointing to each boy as he said their nickname before turning and
running away. One of the benefits of constantly being picked on by Dudley was
that Harry was very familiar with the school and surrounding area. He had
learned all the good hiding spots where Dudley and his friends would never be
able to find him. It also helped that he had Lucy around to warn him if Dudley
or one of his friends managed to get ahead of him so he could take another
route.
 
Today, though, Harry wasn’t so lucky. He was enjoying the adrenaline rush that
came with finally speaking his mind to Dudley, and wasn’t paying attention. So,
when Lucy warned him that one of the boys had managed to get ahead of him, he
took a wrong turn and ended up running down a narrow path that had both ends
covered by Dudley and his gang. Harry knew that getting past the boys at either
end of the path wouldn’t work, and that his only option was to hide behind some
of the garbage bins nearby. Not the funnest place to hide, but it was also one
of the least likely places that Dudley and gang would search. So, with moments
to spare before the gang would be able to see him, Harry took a flying jump to
get over some of the smaller rubbish bins, and found himself on the roof top.
 
As Harry appeared on the roof above the school kitchen, he heard Dumbass Dennis
yell out, “Where’s Loony?”
 
“I don’t know, didn’t you say he came through here?” M&M Malcolm yelled back.
 
“I saw him too! How could we have missed him?” Goober Gordon asked.
 
“Idiots! It’s obvious he’s here somewhere. Probably hiding somewhere shaking in
fear,” Dudley shouted, taking control of his gang. “Fan out and search for him.
I can’t wait to plant my fist in that skinny punk’s face.”
 
Harry placed his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath, and listened
to the sounds coming from below as the gang searched for him. When he had
caught his breath, the panic he had felt as he was running from the gang began
to dissipate and Harry felt a new concern creep up from the back of his mind.
How had he gotten on the roof? He remembered making the decision to jump behind
the rubbish bins, and he remembered starting to jump, but he had no idea how he
ended up on the roof. Was it possible that maybe the wind picked him up and
made him jump higher than he planned? He was very scrawny, maybe even scrawny
enough for that to be possible.
 
As he was thinking about how he could have ended up on the roof, Lucy appeared
next to him with a huge smile on her face and said, “See Harry? I told you that
you have magic! You just ‘Jumped’! Exactly like David in Jumper!” Lucy was
jumping up and down in her excitement. Here was the proof that her brother was
magical, just like she knew he was. Harry, smiled for a moment, it delighted
him, to see her so happy.
 
“Oh, come on Lucy, It was just a stronger than usual gust of wind.” Harry half-
heartedly denied. “I’m so scrawny that I’ll bet it’s possible for the wind to
help carry me. I’m sure that’s all it was, I’m not like David.” Truthfully,
Harry was really beginning to believe that something strange actually did
happen. There were just too many coincidences.
 
Lucy sighed to herself. What would it take to convince her brother that magic
was real, and that he had it? She wasn’t sure herself why she felt so strongly
that magic was real, but she did. She had almost all of Harry’s memories and
feelings and could remember vividly some of Uncle Vernon’s rants about how
there was no such thing as magic. Magic was something that existed only in the
movies and in books. It didn’t exist in real life. But still, there was a tiny
voice inside of her, she couldn’t identify or explain it, but it had made her
certain that magic actually existed.
 
“Harry, remember that earlier you promised to keep an open mind!” Lucy reminded
Harry with a deep sigh. She tried again to convince her brother of the truth of
what she was trying to tell him. “I know that our dear old Uncle Vernon told
you that there is no such thing as magic, but do you really truly believe that
the wind carried you up here? You might be a little scrawny, Harry, but there
is no way the wind could be strong enough to lift you up this high, while
leaving everything else down there untouched! If the wind was actually that
strong, there would be a ton of rubbish up here with you. But look around,
there’s nothing else up here! And remember last week? Your teacher’s hair
turned blue after you got mad at her for calling you a cheat and a liar just
because you did well on your test! Then, even though there was nothing
indicating you were responsible, even though they knew it was impossible for
you to be responsible, the Dursleys punished you even though you didn’t do
anything. They seemed to know that you were responsible, even with no evidence
to suggest it was you.”
 
As much as Harry wanted to deny it, as much as he wanted to be normal, wanted
his family to like him, he knew that his sister was right. How else could he
explain what had happened to his teacher? He remembered what it felt like. He
felt good about doing as well as he had on his test, for reasons he did not
know, the teacher began to yell at him in front of all his other classmates,
she thought he cheated, that spoke volumes about her opinion of him. He felt
his face become red from embarrassment, even though he hadn’t done anything
wrong. All he wanted to do was get back at her, in some way, for embarrassing
him like that. He remembered how his body heat had increased dramatically,
colouring his skin, to that of scarlet, while he imagined her hair turning
different colours. Then, when he and his classmates returned from recess, he
noticed that her hair looked different, her hair was an entirely different
colour, instead of how her hair had looked before the recess break. It had
changed from the deep, vibrant red that his teacher was so proud of, to a rich,
dark blue. The change, surprisingly looked good on her, Harry thought, but the
rest of the kids had been very quick to point out the colour change and to
laugh at the teacher.
 
And what had happened at this very moment? As Harry thought back to how he got
up to the roof, he remembered feeling that same warmth in his body as he made
the jump. In fact, Harry thought back on the past year and remembered many more
examples where someone had been rude to him or called him names. Several times,
he had wished that something bad would happen to them, then, something bad
wouldhappen.
 
It didn’t happen every time, and over the years, whenever something strange had
happened Harry had just assumed that it was a coincidence. But in the last
several months since Lucy came into his life, and especially since she had been
talking to him about magic, he had been thinking back those ‘coincidences’ once
again. The strange thing was: every time he had wanted something bad to happen
to someone and it had, he had experienced that same warmth coming from deep
within his own body, possibly his soul. And now, with the teacher’s hair and
him ending up on the roof, he had to admit that magic certainly fit as an
explanation far better than any other explanation he could think of.
 
The revelation of magic’s existence, would also explain a great deal as to why
his relatives hated him so much. They despised anything strange, or unusual, in
the world around them. Harry remembered listening to a conversation between
Dudley and Uncle Vernon - when they were watching one of the superhero movies
together. Dudley had wished that people could have the abilities of the people
that he saw in the movie. Harry would never forget the way Uncle Vernon had
gotten mad at Dudley, he never got mad at Dudley, and explained to him in a
voice fullof anger, that to wish for that was a sin. Only God could, and
should, have such power, and to wish to have power like God was blasphemy.
 
Harry had chuckled to himself because of Dudley’s discomfort, but the words
Vernon had said, and the way he said them, had been burned into Harry’s memory.
Harry had wondered why his Uncle bought those movies if he railed against the
principles in them like he did, but then he realized that was the very reason
Vernon watched those movies. He enjoyed complaining about those things. It made
him feel righteous, and powerful. Even though, deep down inside, he was simply
jealous, because, he couldn’t do those things.
 
“So, if it is magic, do you really think I can ‘Jump’ like David in Jumper?”
asked Harry.
 
“Duh! Isn’t it obvious?” Lucy scoffed, Harry felt a pang of despair at her
facial expression, before telling himself, ‘She isn’t upset with, she isn’t.’
“How do you think you got up here in the first place? You did it like David did
in the movie when he jumped for the first time. He was frightened, he wanted to
be somewhere else, and then he was. He did it the first time without thinking.
You just have to learn like he did, by concentrating on where he wanted to go,
then ‘Jumping’ there. Let’s start with something easy, concentrate on jumping
off this roof and away from Dudley.”
 
Neither Harry, nor Lucy were aware, but as Harry was concentrating on
completing his first conscious ‘Jump’, the magic in his body was transforming,
for lack of a better term, to fit the expectations that he had of his magic.
The first time that he ‘Jumped’, he was actually doing something that a hidden
world referred to as ‘Apparating’. On the surface, both Jumping and Apparating
accomplish the same goal. Namely, moving a person from one location to another
instantaneously.
 
The way the task is accomplished, however, is slightly different. Jumping,
opens a window in space and time that the user then ‘Jumps’ through, hence the
name. Apparition, on the other hand, skips the step of opening a window in
space-time and simply moves the user, from one place to another. Also, when a
person Jumps, they need a photographically clear image in their head as to
where they are Jumping to in order to complete the Jump to a new location. When
a person Apparates, a clear image of where they intend to go is also needed,
but it does not need to be as precise as when a person Jumps.
 
Now, the absolutely wonderful thing about magic is: it’s limitless. Magic, is a
neutral element that is neither good, nor evil. Magic, in and of itself, has no
nature; it is formless, and adapts itself to realize the desires of the user,
whatever these desires may be. Some things are impossible to accomplish, but
the magic of the user will try to find the closest approximation. It is up to
the user to use the magic for their own desires, be it out of the desire to do
what their own perception of good is, or what evil is, or even, simply,
neither, choosing only to be driven by desire and ambition, letting neither
blind them.
 
Unfortunately, over the course of the last two thousand years, magic had
stopped being utilized the same way it used to be. Originally, magic users
learned on their own, letting their personalities work with the magic to create
new and wondrous spells, tricks, creations, etc. However, learning magic that
is time-consuming, was undesirable to those (the majority) that were too
impatient. So, they created training tools, to help them learn. These tools,
took the form of sticks, named wands, which were imbued with the essence of
various magical substances. These wands helped to focus a person’s magic, until
they grew strong enough to forego the wands, and let the magic truly grow and
adapt to the user’s wishes.
 
The problem was, over time, people began to forget that the wands were simply a
training tool, and believed that the wands were the only way to use magic. They
created spells and conducted research into the nature of magic, trying to
understand it. But magic, is formless, until given purpose by its user, and
cannot be understood. Over time, only a select few remained that remembered the
original purpose of wands, and were  able to do magic without the use of a
wand.
 
These people, that were able to do magic without the use of a wand were
referred to as: the Wandless. They were generally a lot more powerful than
Wizards who relied on wands, but still, had only touched the tip of the iceberg
when it came to the capability of magic, because, over time, they began to rely
on the use of spells to wield magic, they were only able to cast those spells
without the use of a wand. Because of the amount of magical knowledge that was
lost, the Wandless Wizards, though incredibly powerful, were ultimately unaware
of what their own potential was. Rather than allow the magic to grow and adapt
to the personality of the user, they tried to force the magic into certain
paths through spells. Spells were certainly useful, but those who were able to
use only the force of their own willpower were able to become so much more
powerful. That, is how the Ancient Wizards wielded their magics, and this, was
why they were so powerful. They let the magic work with them, instead of trying
to control their magic through spells.
 
Eventually, around a thousand years ago, a group of Wandless Wizards banded
together to learn more about magic, as well as to make themselves more
powerful. They referred to themselves as Mages, and they were far more powerful
than any of the Wanded Wizards of their day, as well as any Wizard alive now.
But, as powerful as they were, they were only beginning to climb the mountain,
which, at the top, contained the secrets of wielding all of the power of the
arcane. Each of the Mages decided to strive for complete mastery of one chosen
field of magic. They generally chose specific skills to focus on, such as
control of the elements (fire, wind, water, or earth), telepathic ability, or
the ability to summon great warriors, from the realm of magic, as an example,
etc.
 
Even though they became incredibly powerful in their respective fields, the
fact that they restricted themselves to one area of study, ultimately limited
the power that they had. With training, the power and mastery that they were
able to obtain made them incredibly respected in the magical community. Their
advice and teachings were continually sought, and they used these teaching
opportunities to further their research into magic even more.
 
Over time, however, more people decided to use wands and staffs, because, it
was easier to do magic with these tools than without. Despite people choosing
to use wands and staffs, they still desired the same level of power as the
Mages. Rather than admitting their own shortcomings for being unable to use
Wandless Magic, they chose, instead, to accusethe Mages of withholding the
teachings of higher level magics, because of greed. They claimed that the Mages
were greedy with their power and so, refused to teach the more powerful magics
to others, to avoid competition. In response to these accusations, and upon
realizing that their teachings were being followed less and less, as people
became more hostile about not being given a shortcut to immense power, the
Mages made a decision to leave. Over time, they disappeared completely, leaving
no evidence to lead as to where they had gone.
 
Now, after nearly a thousand years, magic was finally being given the chance to
transform itself once again to meet the needs of the magic user(s), and young
Harry Potter was one of these people. Within the past few hundred years or so,
there had only been perhaps a few thousand known people, worldwide, that had
been powerful enough for the magic to change itself to meet their desires.
However, over the past thirty years the magic had been slowly growing, finding
more people with the potential to use it correctly, and with Harry, it seemed
another person was going to go back to the old way of using magic. The original
way; without the use of wands and spells that people used nowadays.
 
When Harry made his first conscious Jump, it started a chain of events that no
one could predict. Events would soon change the world as people knew it, by
creating a new world order - a new dark age.
 
                                    o0OoO0o
 
Harry was not aware of it, but even before he made his first conscious Jump, he
was being watched. Actually, it was because he Apparated onto the roof of the
school that he was being watched. The person that was watching him, was known
as Mystic Knight Erebus, a twenty-three-year-old Mystic, who had earned this
title because of his ability to control the shadows.
 
Erebus was a Mystic, that was able to use magic without the use of a wand. When
he was a young man, right around Harry’s age in fact, his magic altered itself
to give him the ability to manipulate shadows, a power that was incredibly
rare, and even more difficult to control. This power, gave him the ability to
hide himself in shadows, to the point of being invisible. He was also able to
travel through shadows, he was able to step into the shadow of one building,
and out of the shadow of a tree some distance away. These are just a couple of
the abilities Erebus had, due his control of shadows, but it was his ability to
move unseen, that explained his presence at Harry’s school on this day.
 
Mystic Knight Erebus was not at the school looking for Harry, but for someone
else entirely. He was searching for another Mystic. From the reports he had
been given, this unknown Mystic was able to control the Earth around him or
her. This classified him or her as an Elemental Mystic, or more specifically,
an Earth Mystic.
 
All that was known about this Earth Mystic was: they were in their pre-teens,
were living or hiding somewhere in Surrey, and were misusing their powers. The
reason behind the misuse wasn’t clear. It could be because they felt they had
no other option but to defend themselves from something, they weren’t aware of,
how to: control their power, and it was getting out of control. Or they were
doing it because they thought it was fun and believed that there was no one
around that could stop them. It was actually for this purpose that Mystic
Knight Erebus had been dispatched. His instructions were to find this Mystic
and determine their reasons for their blatant misuse of magic.
 
As Erebus was looking for the Earth Mystic, he happened to be passing by St.
Gregory’s Primary School, when he heard several voices shouting from around the
school grounds. Thinking it could have something to do with the Earth Mystic,
he decided to investigate. Since he did not wish to be seen, the shadow
manipulator wrapped himself in shadows and set off to discover the source of
the noise.
 
When he arrived on the scene, he saw five children chasing after a lone child,
with unruly black hair and glasses. Instantly realizing what was happening,
Erebus cursed his standing orders to not interfere with non-magical affairs,
except if it was to save a life.
 
Having had some experience with bullies in his own past, Erebus had no desire
to watch what would happen to the young boy since he had now been cornered in a
narrow passage between two buildings. He actually started to leave to continue
his search for the Earth Mystics, when he felt wild magic coming from the boy.
Someone that has been well trained, like Mystic Erebus, leaves very little
evidence behind when they used magic. Someone that is untrained, however, left
a lot of magical energy behind whenever they use their magic.
 
With training, you could track someone by the magical signature they left
behind. That was actually how Erebus hoped to find the Earth Mystic, by finding
some evidence of their magic, then, following it to its source. Erebus was
unaware of any other Mystics in the area, but this boy was giving off a large
amount of energy. Because of this, Erebus fell back on another standing order
from his superiors; namely, should they happen to discover a young magic user,
they were meant to bring them to headquarters to see if they had the potential
to become a Mystic.
 
Erebus thought back to his own early years as he watched the black haired boy
use accidental magic to Apparate away from the boys chasing him. From his
vantage point hiding in a nearby shadow, Erebus was able to see when Harry
appeared on the roof of the kitchen. When he saw Harry reappear, Erebus decided
to move to a closer shadow so that he could hear what the boy was saying - he
could see that he was speaking, but couldn’t hear the words - and maybe even
introduce himself.
 
When he moved closer, however, it appeared as though the boy was talking to
himself, except that he seemed to be having a conversation and Erebus could
only hear one side of it. As he listened more, it became apparent that the boy
was talking to an imaginary friend.
 
Just as Erebus was about to come out of the shadows to talk to the young boy,
he felt a surge in magical energy right before the boy stepped to the edge of
the roof, and disappeared. At first glance, Erebus thought that the boy had
Apparated. Upon closer inspection, however, Erebus noticed a strange amount of
magical energy floating in the air where the boy had stood a moment before.
There was no doubt in Erebus’s mind, this kid could easily become a Mystic with
only a little training.
 
As soon as he realized this, the Shadow Mystic removed a small orb from his
pocket. He cleared his throat before speaking, “Headquarters, this is Mystic
Erebus, come in.”
 
“Mystic Knight Erebus. Report,” the image of a lady in her mid-twenties
appeared on the surface of the orb to match the voice he heard. “Have you found
the Earth Mystic already?”
 
“No, not yet Mystic Ruby. I’m still searching the area.” replied Erebus.
 
“Then, why are you calling?” queried Mystic Ruby.
 
“I believe I have found another candidate for Mystic training.”
 
“Oh really?” Mystic Ruby perked up considerably at this news. Whilst Mystics
weren’t rare now days, they just don’t suddenly appear in an area when there
were no reports of anything strange going on, the chances of just stumbling
upon a new Mystic was unlikely. “Any idea what powers this new Mystic might
have?”
 
“No. From what I’ve seen and heard, he has just realized he has magic”
explained the Shadow Manipulator.
 
“Do you still have eyes on him?”
 
“No, he just Apparated away.” Erebus replied before going on to give a full
report of what he had seen and heard.
 
As he finished his report, Erebus noticed that Ruby looked worried. “Mystic
Ruby, what’s wrong?”
 
“I can’t say for sure without seeing it for myself, but from what you said I
don’t believe that the child Apparated. I believe he accomplished a different
form of magical transportation, similar to Apparation, yet different, it is
called: Jumping. That shouldn’t be possible,” Ruby replied worriedly. “Jumping
is an ability from a movie that isn’t supposed to come out until next year.”
 
“What do you mean, Mystic Ruby?”
 
“There is a film coming out next year called Jumper,” Ruby explained.
 
She gave a short synopsis of the plot of the film. The Paladins from the movie
reminded Erebus quite a bit of a similar group, by the same name that was
constantly at war with the magical community. They were religious extremists
that believed that only God should have the powers of magic, and dedicated
their life to hunting down anyone who blasphemed against God by practicing the
evil art of magic. Erebus wondered to himself if the person who wrote the book
and allowed it to be made into a movie was somehow associated with the real
Paladins.
 
Erebus was pulled from his introspection as Ruby continued, “Once the film
comes out, we’re expecting quite a few people in the magical community to try
to learn this skill. When we heard about the film, we had some of our non-
magical contacts put the film on hold for a short time, while we experimented
to see if it was an ability that was possible to learn how to wield.”
 
“Well, obviously it is possible, since I just saw a child do so.” Erebus
replied, not really understanding what the problem was.
 
“That’s part of what’s troubling me. It took quite some time for us, and out of
the two hundred Mystics that attempted to learn this skill, only approximately
fifty have succeeded,” Ruby explained. “We still aren’t sure why only those
fifty could learn it when others couldn’t, since it doesn’t take much power. It
does, however, require a lot more control and concentration than regular
Apparition. So, for a child to have the control and concentration necessary to
learn such a trick, is quite amazing.”
 
“I’m afraid I don’t quite understand your worry, Mystic Ruby,” Erebus said.
“According to you it is harder to learn, and master, than Apparition and only
one quarter of the Mystics who tried to learn it were able to. I agree that
it’s impressive that this child can do it, but I don’t understand your
concern.”
 
“The problem, Mystic Erebus,” Ruby began, “is that, so far, we are unable to
ward against it. Jumping seems to be an entirely new kind of teleportation
skill that somehow bypasses the wards and barriers that stop normal
Apparition.”
 
“Okay. Now your worried state is understandable.” Erebus replied. Luckily, they
still had some time to learn a counter to this new magic since the movie wasn’t
due out until next year, but it was still alarming and could easily become a
problem. The magical community had criminals just like any other, and the
thought of criminal wizards getting their hands on a new type of teleportation
magic that couldn’t be stopped, worried the Mystic Knight greatly.
 
“Any ideas yet?” Erebus asked hopefully.
 
“Not really, no,” Mystic Ruby said with a sigh. “So far the only preventative
measure we’ve been able to come up with is, like in the movie, shock the person
with a high voltage charge. We’ve had success with charges between 200 Volts
and 340 Volts stopping Jumping; of course that level of electricity is enough
to kill a non-magical human, so it’s not hard to imagine it incapacitating a
magical one. With that much electricity running through their body, even our
strongest Mystics were incapable of casting any spells. The only exception, of
course, was Mystic Knight, Barbara, since lightning was her element and
electrocuting her was completely useless. But aside from her, pretty much the
only defence against Jumping we have so far is: to make the user unable to cast
any magic. If we can contain them, then we are able to put the magical bands on
them which prevent them from doing anything.”
 
“So, in light of this, any new orders for me?” Mystic Erebus asked.
 
“No. This new child you found hasn’t done anything yet. Our first priority is:
find the Earth Mystic. Whoever it is has been causing us so much trouble is
forcing us to cover up for him or her. We need you to track them down and try
to make them realize what they are doing is wrong. We work too hard to keep our
existence a secret, for us to be discovered due to the actions of some pre-teen
punk.” Mystic Ruby responded, her voice growing stronger as she got back on
familiar ground. “But, I do want you to keep your eyes and ears open for any
new information about this new young magic user that you can find. I need to
find out how a child was able to get his hands on a movie that wasn’t supposed
to be out until next year. We need to know if this was an isolated incident, or
if we are going to have to worry about Jumping before any of us are ready for
it. Happy hunting Mystic Knight Erebus…”
 
“Oh! I almost forgot,” Mystic Ruby exclaimed as she was about to end the
magical communication. “Make sure to be extra careful around this new magical
child if he really does have an imaginary friend.”
 
“Seriously, Mystic Ruby? Why should I fear an imaginary friend?” Erebus asked,
wondering what possible harm a young boy’s imaginary friend could cause.
 
“Unlike a normal imaginary friend, from a non-magical, an imaginary friend that
has been created by a magical person, especially one strong enough to have
Mystic Potential, are oftentimes, quite different,” explained Ruby. “The magic
can, at times, make the imaginary friend almost a completely separate entity.
They can see things that their creator cannot, they are capable of independent
thought, and if the creator is strong enough, some are even capable of using
magic to defend their creator. So, be careful when following this new
candidate. It might be quite difficult to make a good first impression if his
imaginary friend sees you following them.”
 
“Understood, Mystic Ruby. I’ll make sure that the kid never sees me, until I’m
ready to make first contact. Good day, Mystic Knight Erebus signing off,” said
Mystic Erebus. He was amazed at the new bits of knowledge he now possessed.
Imagine, an invisible, imaginary friend that could do all of those things.
After a few moments, Erebus slipped the now blank orb back into his pocket. He
decided that, since he was already at the school, he might as well look around.
With a practiced move that only hinted at the thousands of times he had done
it, Erebus wrapped the nearby shadows around himself and slipped into the
school to look for the school records of the amazing child he had seen.
                                        
                               To_be_Continued!
 
Author’s_Note: Here ends the first part of the Sage, Harry’s Childhood, I thank
you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. As you might have spotted, I made a
smallmention about Fairy Tail in sorts in this chapter, easy to miss if you’re
not looking as I didn’t mention the world in words, but it is there along with
an item that Erebus used.
 
There’ll be several chapters in this saga before I get the Year Saga starts. In
Harry’s Childhood Sage, I’ll be showing you his childhood in more detail, and
showing you how he became the way he was. During this time, I’ll be making him
a bit more powerful than the wand users. If you’re worried he’ll be super
powerful and no one will be able to fight him, don’t be, as you’ll see in the
next chapter, there’ll be people who are like him and at this time of the story
more powerful than Harry.
 
Once again I would like to thank you for reading this story, and I am once
again sorry for reworking the story. But I hope that by showing you what
happened in Harry’s childhood, instead of telling you, I made the story better.
And I hope you like the new elements of the story too, new powers will be seen
soon. So I hope you spare a few more moments and let me know what you think of
this.
 
Next Chapter:In the next chapter it’ll not be the next part of this saga, but
the first interlude in this story. There’ll be a few of these here and there in
the story, the first will be The Mystics.
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks for reading, but I would like to ask to spare a few minutes
     and leave a comment to what you think of the story. As Feedback is
     important to us writers, as it helps make use better and give us the
     change to see what you think of the story, and where to go next.
     Without you, we cannot write our works... so please spare a few
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***** Chapter Two - Harry's Childhood - Part 2: (Descent into Darkness!) *****
Author’s_Note: Before we start I would like to apologize once again for the
rework of this story, but as you’ll see in this chapter, you’ll agree it is a
good thing. In the other versions I had left out two important parts to the
story, details on his training as a child, whilst not too important to some, it
could be better and show what he had to go through. However though, I did miss
one most importantly out of the other versions, the details of his descent into
darkness.
 
We see that he was a ‘Bad Boy’ before Hogwarts doing bad things, but yet I
never really showed why he was like that, just that he was. It was never
explained how or why he was like that properly, this in my opinion left out a
lot of character building in Harry. So in this chapter, apart for doing some
more detail on his training, and changing and adding a few things, I’ll be
showing you his descent into darkness - hence the title. I hope you like what I
have planned.
 
Not only this, but I also found a plot hole in the last versions, if Harry had
the power of fire, or any ability to be able to fight with, wouldn’t he use
that to gain something from his so called family? So in this chapter we see
that coming to be.
 
I want to thank all those who sent me the files of Rise of Dark Lord Vulcan, I
was worried that I lost the story forever. I now can use the details from that
without rewriting it again.
 
I'm sorry about the last chapter, I've been told that I often put too much
information at once, and at times that information was too soon, and Harry
could have learnt it over time. And after thinking about it, I’ve decided to
remove the Interlude, and allow Harry learn about them in time, and add this
chapter. But instead going to add the information to the side-story I’m
planning to do, which I hope will connect Harry Potter and Fairy Tail Worlds
together.
 
                                 Chapter_Two…
                                        
                          Harry's_Childhood_-_Part_2!
                                        
                           (Descent_into_Darkness!)
 
31st of July 2007 - Abandoned Warehouse London.
 
It has been a few months since Harry learnt about his ability to magic and able
‘Jump’ to place to place, in which change his life and got him thinking about
his life so far. For the first time in his life, when he wasn’t with his so
called family, he showed how smart and mature he was.
 
As he learnt about being magical, he begun to wonder about his parents, were
they magical too. It would explain the hate his Aunt and Uncle had for them,
making things up about them, drunks and his mother being a whore. They were
jealous that his parents had magical powers and not them. But if he was right,
he and Lucy begun to wonder how they really dead, if they really were magical,
Harry and Lucy couldn’t see them dying in a car crash as their so called Aunt
and Uncle told Harry. They knew that neither Petunia nor Vernon would never
tell Harry the truth though.
 
As they thought about this, another question came to them, why was Harry left
with them. They suspected that the Harry’s parents would have known how Petunia
and Vernon felt about magic, and so they wouldn’t have wanted their son to stay
with them. So the question was, did they die suddenly and that they didn’t have
a plan set out for something like this, and so seeing that Petunia was Harry’s
mother sister, he was sent to his Aunt. Or was there something more sinister
happened, and his parents did have a plan set up should something happen to
them, but yet someone had disregarded their wants and placed Harry with Petunia
and Vernon anyway. This time they had no idea as to who they could ask about
this.
 
Another question was why did Petunia and Vernon keep Harry around, they sure as
hell don’t love him, so why not send him to an orphanage like Uncle Vernon
often threaten him with. Were they getting paid to look after him, and if so,
oh Harry had no words for what he felt about the idea, all the time the
punished him for spending money on him. But were they being threatened, and
watched so that they couldn’t send Harry away as they liked. If so, this piss
Harry off more than his family being paid to look after him, as it meant that
whoever was watching them knew how they treated him and they done nothing to
stop it. Although both Lucy and Harry suspected it could be both, but once
again they knew that neither Petunia nor Vernon would never tell Harry the
truth though about this.
 
There were many other question that they thought up over the months, like if
there were others like Harry, where were they and how could Harry find them?
Other than that, Harry spent most of the past months mastering how to Jump. As
Lucy pointed out, if there were others like him, they could possibly be able to
Jump too and Harry would need to be able to Jump faster than them. At the start
of it all Harry needed a few seconds before he could Jump, no more than six or
seven seconds, but Lucy knew that Harry would need to be able to Jump in a
split second should he need to escape quickly and so he would need to master
this skill fast. Over the last few months though, Harry was able to master to
Jump so that he could do so in four seconds. Sure it was faster than at the
start, but still not fast enough for Harry and Lucy, they wanted it so that
Harry could Jump within a second, two at the max.
 
As far as the distance he could Jump, he could go anywhere in England as long
as he had a clear picture of where he wants to go. He didn’t have the power to
go further out of the county, but he suspected it was only because he young and
over time as he became stronger he would be able to Jump as far as he wanted.
 
Jumping faster wasn’t the only thing the two of them wanted Harry to learn, if
there were others who could Jump, they wanted Harry able to see the rifts in
time and space before the person appear, so Harry could Jump beforehand. It
took a few months, but in the last few weeks Harry was able to see the tear in
the rift that was made before he Jumped. However, not knowing anyone else who
could Jump, Harry and Lucy wasn’t sure if he would be able to see other
people’s rifts.
 
Now the tear in his rift worried both Harry and Lucy, if there were others who
could Jump, and they were like in the movie, than they could use Harry’s own
rifts to follow him. So Lucy came up with the idea of Harry learning how to
seal his tear in time and space. This was something that Harry only started to
learn, as he was only able to see his tear in the last few weeks. As far as
they knew, once he was able to see his tear, it took a good five to ten minutes
for the tear to close by itself. At this time though, Harry had been unable to
make any progress in being able to seal his rift tear, but he wasn’t
disheartened as he knew that he only begun to try. It might take a while, but
both he and Lucy knew that in time Harry would be able to do it.
 
They knew that as long as Harry believed he could do it, and concentrate hard
enough to do it, that in time Harry could do anything. The only thing that was
holding back to do much was his age, seeing he was young they believed that
there was so much magic a young boy like Harry could do at the moment. The
other thing that was holding him back was lack of knowledge, knowledge on how
to do the skills Harry wanted to do. So far all their work was guess work, they
had no idea what they were doing, but thought that if they had knowledge on how
things meant to happen, things would have been much faster for them.
 
Now mastering how to Jump wasn’t the only thing that Harry was learning over
the last few months, he was also trying a few easy, in his mind was easy,
things he could do with magic: summoning, levitating, banishing and repairing.
Summoning and repairing things as just a basic things to get on in life with,
Harry knew that if he wanted more food, without money he would have to steal it
from people. So he thought that being able to summon things, he could summon
food from the shops, and other places without being caught. As for repairing
things, he knew that he might have to break into places to get some food if he
couldn't get out of his so called home until late, and so wanted to repair any
damage he might do.
 
As for levitating and banishing, that was for his own defence, he knew that if
he meet anyone with magical powers he would be useless, but for non-magical,
these two spells would come in handy as he could levitate a person in the air
and escape. Or if they got in too close before he could levitate in the air, he
could banish a person away from him into some rubbish and make a run, or banish
and then levitate a person in the air. Whatever the case, these two skill would
do for now to defend himself, until he could learn more.
 
Learning these four skills took until end of May to learn, as they didn’t seem
too hard to learn, they had the basic idea what was needed and all Harry needed
was to concentrate. It took a few trial and errors, but Harry was able to
master the basics of these skills. All he was doing now was refining the skills
so he could make them more powers, so he could summon or banish things further,
levitate things higher or repair things faster or better if it was something
hard for him to repair.
                                       
All in all it was fun for the two of them, Harry enjoyed watching Lucy
summoning, levitating, banishing and repairing imaginary things. Harry liked
the idea of his sister learning the same things as him, it was a shame she
couldn’t Jump like him though. Although she had the knowledge, so if she was
real Harry thought it was possible for her to be able to Jump like him. It was
strange though, when his sister banish things into him, Harry could feel items
as they hit him. Harry had to wonder if his magic allowed him to feel Lucy and
what she did to him, but as Harry thought about it he didn’t really mind. If it
was his magic that allowed him to feel Lucy, than he was thankful for having
magic and without Lucy he would not feel a gentle touch of a human being.
 
Either way, it was now Tuesday 31st of July, his birthday, for the first time
since he realize when it was, he was happy. He was away from his so called
family, it was a gift from them to him, as long as he keep to himself they
didn’t care what he did. So here he was in an Abandoned Warehouse that he found
in London, practicing what he could do so he could do it better.
 
The reason he was in London and not somewhere close to where he lived, was
because over the last few months he and Lucy, Lucy first, found that Harry was
being followed. Even when he was Jumping about, the same people on those
connected to them would be able to find him. The two of them didn’t know how
they were able to find him, nor why, maybe they were the same as him and able
to do things like he could. It would explain how they were able to find him,
and able to follow him.
 
Sure Harry could talk to them, but as Lucy pointed out, they didn’t know if
they were friend or foe and so it was better to keep to themselves. At least
until they had no other choice but hear them out, and if they didn’t like what
they hear they can do the hide and seek game again, but this time make it even
harder.
 
Now it was afternoon and Harry was banishing small objects into a wall as fast
and hard as he could, making it so he could use items as weapons so he need to
defend himself, Lucy appeared as she said, “You’re getting better at this
brother.”
 
“Thank sister,” Harry said with a smile, never getting enough of saying sister,
“you’re part of the reason I’m getting better. Not only with your ideas on how
to get better, but I don’t want to let you down.”
 
“You could never let me down, as I’m not real” said Lucy, who wanted to build
up Harry’s confidence in himself, in which Harry muttered to himself, ‘you are
to me.’ Knowing that Harry wouldn’t hear it any other way just yet, Lucy went
on to say, “So Harry have you thought about what power you want to learn next,
it has been a while since we thought up a new skill for you to learn. How about
some wings so that we can fly?”
 
“The idea to fly sounds like a good idea Lucy,” Harry admitted to his sister
with a warm smile, “but to have wings I’m not too sure about. What if I’m able
to summon wings, but permanently keep them unable to unsummon them, it would
make me stand out more and more of a freak.”
 
Lucy admit that could be a problem, and thought of that already, but she knew
that it wouldn’t make Harry nor her any more of a freak, just more special. But
she knew that whilst she would think that, Harry wouldn’t, he still thinks like
his family beat into him that being different was a bad thing. He not long got
over the fact that being able to do magic wasn’t a bad thing, and didn’t made
him a freak. Not it would take some time before Harry realized that looking
different wasn’t a bad thing, people might look at him differently but he
wouldn’t be a freak.
 
She had some work to do before that happens, for now though she had to make
Harry more powerful confident in himself. So changing tactics a bit, she asked,
“So have you thought about what power you want to learn?”
 
“I have in fact, I got the idea from watching Fantastic Four,” Harry explained
with a smile as he thought about the power, “I would like to learn to control
fire, and see what I could do with it.”
 
Lucy smiled at the thought, she knew that he would do that for being part of
him, and thought the idea had merit. Surprisingly enough, whilst she was part
of Harry, she found that she wasn’t into fire that much as Harry was. But
still, with the idea there, she might be able to help Harry become strong and
powerful. She knew what he had planned, but it wasn’t something she agreed
with, not only because she had her own feelings and thoughts, but also deep,
deep within Harry he didn’t either. But that part of him was buried underneath
what other people thought was right and wrong, and forcing it onto Harry, no
she was going to try and change the plan a bit, so that Harry looked out for
one thing: Himself!
 
So with a smile she asked knowing the answer already, “That is a great idea
Harry, but tell me, what are you planning to use this new power for once you
mastered it?”
 
“To defend other like me,” Harry admitted honestly, he didn’t like the idea of
people being abused by people, especially when the abuse is coming from people
that meant to be someone meant to protect you, “I would use the power like the
Human Torch does in Fantastic Four, use my powers to protect people, especially
protect those from people who meant to protect us but don’t.”
 
“So basically you want to be a hero.” Lucy scoffed in disbelief at the thought.
 
“And what’s wrong at being a hero?” Harry asked confused, wondering what his
sister was getting at.
 
“Sure you have people respect you, and all that, but it isn’t all it cut out to
be.” Harry’s imaginary sister explained, “One moment you're a hero, everyone
likes, treating you like a hero, but should you make a mistake, so something
wrong just once or do something that people didn’t like, they would turn on you
in a heartbeat. Not only that, but you would sacrifice everything and I would
mean everything important in your life, namely your happiness. Name me one hero
that we have read about in the comics that had a good life because he became a
hero.”
 
As Harry thought about it, he couldn’t not think of a hero who had a good life.
Since Lucy came into his life, they had read comics at the local library and
sneak into the cinema to watch movies, mainly ones where the character had
superpowers. Most of them of them had a dark and unwanted lives, sacrificing
their happiness so that others would be safe.
 
“You can’t can you dear brother, you can’t think of one hero that had a good
life,” said Lucy as Harry was thinking about it, “yes at the end of the movie
most would get a happy ending. But in real life we both know that wouldn’t
happen.”
 
Harry sighed deeply at this, as much as he hated to admit it his sister was
right, a hero’s life wasn’t a good one, it would mean giving up a lot, and not
getting much in return. So realizing this he asked, “Then what would you have
me do Lucy? Become a villain or something?”
 
“Exactly Harry, become a super villain,” Lucy said with the biggest smile Harry
had seen on her since she came into his life. “Whilst you’ll have to hide who
you are so that no one can catch you and send you to jail, you won’t have to
sacrifice anything you don’t want to. All you’ll have to do is think about what
you want, and no one else. Why be a hero to a world that left you to be treated
like slave, and not help you when you ask for help - I say let the world burn
all I care.”
 
“I’ll need to think about it.” Harry admitted with a sigh, he could see his
sister point, why be a hero to a world that left him to be treated so badly and
not help when he cried out for it. But at the same time, there was still a part
of him who wanted to be a hero so that no one else would be treated like he
did, if no other reason than that.
 
“I understand Harry,” Lucy said with a smile, knowing that the seeds were now
planted and all she had to was water them and wait for them to grow, “but
whilst we’re learning how to use and master fire, would I suggest something
else.” Seeing a nod from her brother, he went on to say, “Should you decide to
become a super villain, I would suggest trying to become like Ghost Rider, make
your fire into hell-fire and try and some other demonic powers.”
 
“Oh and why is that sis?” asked Harry, wondering what his sister was thinking.
 
“Whilst the Ghost Rider was a hero by the end of the film and in the comics, it
is only because who his host was that made him a hero.” Lucy begun to explain,
“If it wasn’t for that fact, he would be just as evil as the devil. And I would
like to see if you can get some of the powers as Ghost Rider, changing his
looks, and making his weapons on fire was so cool. And if you become a super
villain it would be good look something like him, as no one would know what you
look like, and his clothes made him look cool. And having hell-fire would make
so much better power for a super villain than normal fire, and we can find what
hell-fire powers there is on the net.”
 
Harry had to admit, looking like the Ghost Rider as a super villain would be
useful, not only would people not know who he was, but also the fear. Lucy was
right, for a super villain hell-fire would be better that normal, and he did
like the powers that he saw in the movie, it would be cool to see if he would
be able to copy them. But one thing confused him, and so he asked, “And what
about trying to learn demonic powers?”
 
“Well the Ghost Rider was demonic Harry, and I felt a bit disappointed that he
didn’t have more demonic powers.” Lucy explained her feeling about it. “I’m not
saying it’ll be possible, but it would be cool if we could try and see if you
could do some of the powers. It would also make you more fearful if you ever
become a super villain.”
 
Harry had to admit yet again that Lucy’s idea had merit, even if he didn’t
become a super villain, having demonic powers could be very useful once they
look up on the net what kind of things he could do. So hunch Harry with the
help of Lucy, begun to see how Harry could summon and control fire.
 
                                    o0OoO0o
 
25th of December 2007 - Dursley’s Household!
 
It has been a few months since Harry started to learn to control fire, and of
yet he had gotten no way with it - which didn’t surprise him nor Lucy. They had
no idea what they were doing, no real knowledge on how to summon or control
fire the way they wanted, what they got from the comics was very vague, most
got their powers from cosmic or magical accidents, where they then learn how to
control it. Both Harry and Lucy wished that they had some kind of in
instructions how to summon fire in the first place.
 
He first tried to control fire that came from lighting matches or lighters, or
flames coming from things like candles or the flames from the gas cooker, but
to no avail. He had even tried to use will power, forcing the fire out of him,
but again to no avail. Once he tried to put his hand near the flames to see if
anything would happen, all that was achieved was him getting burnt or nearly
burnt for his foolish actions. The thing though was that he could sense
something, like he had the ability, but yet something was blocking him or was
locked - waiting for something to unlock his power.
 
Either way, it was Christmas morning and Harry was in the kitchen getting
dinner ready for the slobs that were his family. The Dursleys were out for the
morning, visiting a few friends of theirs. Harry hated this time of the year,
as he would get nothing not even Christmas Dinner, which for a second year
running, not even getting any gifts. In fact, any difference than the other
years, is that this year he had Lucy.
 
Over the last few months, things have gotten somewhat better for him. Although
he wasn’t getting anywhere with his magical summon as he would have liked, he
was getting better with his other skills. He was able to summon things up to a
few meters further than he used to, and for banishing he was able to do so
faster, and in doing so making it go further. As for levitating, he was able to
levitate objects ten feet higher than before, and now was able to levitate
himself off the ground a few feet. Not what he was hoping for, but still it was
a good start. For repairing, he found that as long he had a good understanding
as to what it should look like when the item he was fixing meant to look like
and how it meant to work, he could fix anything, and so he was reading up
everything he could on electricity so he had a much better understanding.
 
The last few months wasn’t all fun and game you could say, apart for learning
to control his magic better and trying to summon and/or control fire, he was
trying to keep himself hidden. He wasn’t sure who it was, but he was still
being followed and it was getting harder to keep a step ahead of them. It
seemed that they really wanted to talk to him, but yet Harry wasn’t sure what
their intentions were, and until he could defend himself well enough to be able
to escape should things go wrong, he didn’t want anything to do with them.
 
The only time he wasn’t being followed, was when he was within a mile radius of
the Dursleys, he wasn’t sure why that was though. It was strange, it was like
something was stopping them from coming in, or they were afraid of something.
Normally that would be a good thing, as he could practice somewhere within this
mile radius, but it wasn’t that easy. Whatever got these people worried, got
Harry worried too, as he felt that as he was in this mile radius, he was being
was being was being watched by someone close, but by someone who was better at
hiding themselves or had other ways to be able to watch him.
 
Whatever the case was, it was getting harder for Harry to practice his magical
powers, if it wasn’t like he was being watched around where he lived, he was
being tracked by someone who was getting closer and closer in finding him. He
was lucky so far, the fact that he was easy enough to Jump away as soon as they
appeared, or in some cases see the tears of someone Jumping helped a lot - but
it was getting annoying to do so. He had to find a new place to train every so
often.
 
Anyway, Harry was so deep in thought about the past few months, as he was
walking down the hallway to go to the living room to clean it up before the
Dursleys returned, when he knocked over a vase. “Blast it.” caused Harry as he
saw it was one of his Aunt Petunia’s favourites. Harry sighed with a smile, he
was glad that he had magical powers and able to repair things or he would be in
deep shit when the Dursleys returned.
 
However though luck wasn’t on his side that day, as the moment he begun to
repair the vase, Dursleys returned at that same moment. The moment that Vernon
entered the house and saw what Harry was doing, that’s when he saw red, and
started to shout out things like, ‘I’ll not have a freak in my house,’ and
‘I’ll beat the freakness out of you,’ among other things as he took his belt
off and begun to hit Harry.
 
As Vernon was doing this something within Harry snapped and on the sixth
leashing, where he grabbed the belt and it burst into flames. Seeing this
Vernon moved but tripped over something, making him land on his ass. This is
how his wife and son saw him, angry but yet fearful. It didn’t take them long
to see why Vernon was like this, as standing in front of their husband/father
was the Freak with flames surrounding his arm. Seeing this also made them
fearful too, especially with how he said darkly, “I’ve had enough of being
yours and your son’s punching bag Uncle Vernon. You and your family hate me
only because I can do something you can’t, and I hate how you treat me, your
own family member. But until I’m old enough to move out there’s not much we can
do about it, so from this day forth we stay out of each other’s way.”
 
“Who do you think you’re talking to you bloody Freak?” asked Vernon, only to
pale as a fireball just missed his head.
 
“No do youknow who you’re talking to,” Harry said as another flame ball formed
in his hand, “I’m the one with the power right now. I very doubt you’ll tell me
where I got this power without insulting me or my family, so let’s leave it to
the fact that I have powers that no doubt come from my parents and this is the
reason you hate us.”
 
“Why you little shit.” Petunia begun, but only to have a fireball been thrown
at her.
 
“Did I say you could talk aunt?” Harry asked in a sneer, as Dudley hid behind
his mum in fear at what his cousin might do to him. “As I was going to say, you
hate me and I hate you, seeing that there’s nothing we can do about this, I say
we leave each other alone. I keep to myself, and you only see me when I have no
other choice, I’ll do no more chores either. I even stay in the cupboard,
although things would be better if I had either the spare bedroom or Dudley’s
second bedroom - although I would prefer the spare bedroom seeing it is
bigger.”
 
Vernon and Petunia looked like they wanted to say something, even Dudley looked
like he wanted to too, but with a fireball in Harry’s hand they were too afraid
to say anything. Seeing this, Harry said with smirk, “I’m going for a walk to
calm down, we all not in the right mind to say anything, and who knows what
might happen if you upset me. When I get back I hope you make the choice about
the rooming, as you don’t know what else I could do.” And with that Harry left
the house before anything could be said or done to make things worse.
 
                               To_be_Continued!
 
Author’s_Note: Here ends the second part of the Saga, Harry’s Childhood, I
thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. I hope that I showed Harry’s
slow descent into darkness nicely, and how I handled the plot hole with the
Dursleys. I hope you spare a few minutes to leave a review and let me know what
you think of the chapter, and any ideas you might have for the future chapters.
Sorry if you didn’t like the Interlude, but I wanted to explain who they were,
and how they came to be.
 
I would like to say that after some thought, I’ve decided that I’ll won’t be
adding Charmed as part of the story, as one person pointed out already: I’ve
already put two crossovers already into the story, with a big plot idea with
the Mystics too. So it would be too much work for me. I may still use the
sisters, but I won’t be having them as the Charmed Ones but as Mystics who gets
the ideas from the show, and have the same names. :P Let me know what you think
of the idea.
 
Next Chapter: In the next instalment of Harry’s Childhood Sage, we’ll see the
Earth Mystic that the Mystic Knights were looking for. We also see a group of
Witch Hunters known as Paladins and Sentinels, who go after Magic Users.
***** Chapter 3 - Harry’s Childhood - Part 3: (The Earth Mystic!) *****
                                Chapter Three…
                          Harry's Childhood - Part 3!
                              (The Earth Mystic!)
                                        
25th of December 2007:
 
It was a few minutes after Harry left the Dursleys, and he was slowly calming
down from his anger and surprise. After months of trying to learn and summon
flames, or control existing flames, and getting nothing in return, it took a
beating that could have ended his life to summon the fire he wanted. But at the
same time he cursed himself for not being more careful, sure he wasn’t sure
when the Dursleys would have returned, but doing magic in the open where they
could have seen it should they return sooner - that was foolish on his part.
 
‘What’s done is done,’  Harry thought to himself as he walked down the street,
‘there’s nothing I can do about it now. Hopefully thanks to this I can get a
better room out of this. If not? I could keep the threat and bash them into the
walls until I get the new room, or I could threw a few new fireballs at them.’
As he was thinking this, he had turned down an alleyway, where he tried and
summon the flames to see if he was able to do so again - to make sure he can
make that threat stick. Harry remembered what he felt when the fire first
appeared, and after a few tries, he was able to summon the flames around his
hands, where he smiled.
 
Harry’s smile turned into a smirk as he thought about using his magic against
his family, a few months ago he wouldn’t have considered this, but now he was,
and it was thanks to Lucy.
 
Over the last few months since she told him that he should become a
supervillain, the two of them had been talking about it, and slowly Harry was
actually considering it. Oh don’t get him wrong, part of him still want to be a
hero, but slowly but surely the darkness within Harry’s heart - thanks to how
people had treated him - the small light that was within him was fighting a
losing battle.
 
Whilst Harry didn’t know this, he still had conflated thoughts about this. It
didn’t help that he listened to his sister and do a few small crimes here and
there, other than stealing food and drink, like stealing money from people, and
other small crimes. The problem was that he enjoyed the thrill, doing something
bad and getting away with it. Part of of knew that he shouldn’t, but he
couldn’t help to feel this way. However though, because of his conflated
thoughts at the moment, anything of worth that he stole, he give to the
homeless so they could use it to get some food and a roof over their head for a
night - this really annoyed his sister that it made him chuckled.
 
Now as Harry was thinking about the last few nights, Lucy appeared next to him.
As she appeared she saw the flames around Harry’s hand, which made her very
happy, this was the first step in getting Harry to learn hell-fire and demonic
powers. She knew it would be a while before it would get together, but in time
she believed it would happen. With a smile she said, “Harry you learnt to
summon your flames, how and when did this happen?”
 
“Hey Lucy.” Harry greeted with a smile, it is strange that Lucy at times would
know what happened and at others she didn’t. He didn’t know if it was to make
it so that she didn’t come across as a know it all, or for some reason she
didn’t know what was going on. Whatever the case, it just made Lucy even more
interesting and unsuspecting as he would never know what she would do or say
next, nor what she knew. “Just got the flames not long ago, strangely I have to
thank Uncle Vernon for it. I was careless, I was repairing Aunt Petunia's
favourite vase that I broke by accident, when my so called Uncle spotted me and
he lost it and begun to beat me. As he was beating me something snap within me
and the flames came forth.”
 
“The fucking asshole.” Lucy said darkly, as Harry went red in hearing that.
Sure he knew the words, and barely understand what they meant, but his sister
would use them most of the time when she was upset or angry - he only used them
a few time and only when he was really angry unlike Lucy. “But I have to agree
though, although he is a fat asshole, I too would have to thank him for
allowing whatever was blocking you to break and allow you to summon the flames.
Now we only have to teach you how to control them. Not only that but see if you
can learn another element, if possible the element Earth?”
 
“Whilst I’m not against the idea, why would you suggest learning to control
Earth?” Harry asked curiously, “I could be learning other things too, and I
still have to see if I can learn demonic powers too.”
 
“You still can brother,” Lucy began to explain, “but should you use your fire
skills as a hero or a supervillain, and use your fire skills in everyday life,
they might suspect you the hero or supervillain. Also if we are able to combine
it with your fire ability we could have you do magma attacks, and other magma
moves.”
 
He saw news reports of lava or magma as it is sometimes called, it can be very
destructive, more so than fire and earthquakes. To be able to learn them would
be very useful if he was able to learn how to do earth moves, and then combine
it with his fire attacks. Before he could ask more about this, or let some of
his thoughts about what they could do with his skill, they heard screaming
coming from the area of some abandoned buildings that were in the area.
Wondering who was screaming, Harry ran off without thinking, as his sister
tried and call him back.
 
                                    o0OoO0o
 
It was a few minutes later before Harry slowly got near to the abandoned
buildings, he walked between the walls and the buildings in the hopes not to
get caught. It wasn’t long as he got to a clearing where he saw five people
wearing strange armour, two of these people were surrounding a small figure on
the ground.
 
The two that surrounded the girl wore robes that separate in three pieces.
Lowest on their body was an long dress made of what looked like segmented
leather, that one could assume was part of a chest piece as well. Next up was a
loose white robe with wide brimmed sleeves that ended at their waist, complete
with a hanging flag sporting a golden eye. Finally, and most importantly, their
identity was hidden by a black hood with fanciful gold inlay that extended into
a knee length cape. They also had a golden staff, which had a Crescent Moon
holding a diamond in the centre on top of it.
 
The other three people wear some sort red fabric with silver trimmings, and
over it they had silver plated armour and helmet, which had gold trimmings.
Harry also saw that on the front of their armour they had a golden bird of some
sort. On their backs each of these strange people carried a sword, that was
nearly as long as they were tall, the grip was long enough for a two-handed
grip, with an additional handhold placed in the middle of the blade several
inches up from the pommel, exactly at the balancing point of the blade. The
point was split like a serpent's tongue,with a deep channel running down the
blade to allow for blood to flow without restricting the cutting ability of the
blade.
 
Before he could do anything or think what was going on, Lucy came up to him and
hit him around the head. Like he usually been able to, he felt the hit, and
whispered in shock, “What was that for Lucy?”
 
“Why else? For running off like that, you don’t know what is going on, you
could run into trouble that could have gotten yourself hurt or worse killed.”
Lucy said sadly, frightened what could have happened to her brother, he was to
to die she would no longer be around and that frightened her even more.
 
“Sorry Lucy I didn’t mean to -” began Harry as he turned to look at his sister,
and to his shock saw she was beginning to flick in and out of existence.
“Sister, what’s happening to you?” Harry whispered in shock, taking everything
that he had not to shout out and reveal that he was there.
 
“I, I don’t know!” Lucy said in shock and fear as she look at herself, then
suddenly feeling weaker than she ever felt. It was as if something was draining
her energy, taking everything that is her. This frightened both Harry and Lucy,
worried that Lucy would disappear, ever to seen again. “I feel weak, I don’t
know what is going on but I feel that I’m fading for some reason.”
 
But before Harry could say or do something, he felt something going down his
spine, as he turned round he saw the two people in hooded robes looking in his
direction, as if they knew he was hiding there. Than one of those people in the
silver armour, asked in a female voice, “What is it? Is there another heathen
here Sentinels?”
 
There was a few strange clicking sounds coming from one of the people in the
robes, which was now confirmed as something or someone known as a Sentinel.
Once the clickings stop, the other person said darkly, in a males voice, “Is
that so, a weak one? Even so, we can not allow heathens go, go and get the
heathen.” And so the Sentinels begun to get closer to Harry.
“Harry get out of here!” shouted Lucy as she felt strange as these Sentinels
got closer to her, feeling more weak as ever before. But Harry wasn’t able to,
as with each step the Sentinels got closer to him, Harry begun to feel weaker,
and as he grew weak more faded Lucy became. It was like she was disappearing
into nothingness, and that frightened Harry, the only person that ever been
nice to him, cared for him begun to disappear in front of his eyes and there
was nothing he could do about it. Harry could only stare at Lucy as she faded
in and out of existence, before sister disappearing altogether.
 
Upon seeing his sister disappearing like that, something snap within him as he
blacked out, something dark and dangerous seemed to awoke within him. At first
it seemed to the Paladins that the young boy fainted, something not uncommon
when a young magical heathen comes near to a Sentinel.
 
However though, the moment the Sentinels over Harry’s body, his eyes snap open,
to reveal they were deprived from emotion. Instead, if someone looked into them
they would see the eyes were alight in green flames, some would say they were
seeing the flames of hell. Seconds after Harry opened his eyes, his body was
engulfed in flames and flamed up nearly burning the Sentinels if they didn’t
step back when they did.
 
As Harry stood up the Warriors of God were shocked, what they saw was nothing
like they ever seen before. The aura around the young heathen screamed evil,
more than any other heathen they ever seen. It was like the young boy was evil
itself.
 
The three Paladins saw in shock as the evil incarnate summoned a fire ring
around one of the Sentinels before they could run, where unholy screams could
be heard as they were being slowing burned alive. The other Sentinel tried to
escape, but was caught by a blot of flames coming from the evil incarnate and
and turned to ash before they knew what happened.
 
As the Sentinel in the ring of fire was slowly been burnt, the young evil
incarnate sent a wave of fire at them, making them to duck. Than the young boy
sent flamed diggers at them which made them to dodge the attacks again. These
Paladins won’t prepared for this kind of attack, it was the reason for the
Sentinels were there for, who right now were nothing but ash. They were there
to uphand the Earth Mystic once the Sentinels subdo the heathen, so the Mystic
couldn’t attack them, and so they could place a power submission collar on the
heathen. It meant to be an easy find and capture mission, and so didn’t need
any weapons, they won’t suspecting a fire wilder to come by. Seeing that they
were outclassed and powered, the Paladins knew they needed to escape and report
what had happened. Using a few powerful stun grenades, they threw them at the
heathen leaving him stunned for a few moments so they could make their escape.
 
Once they were gone, it was like a tricker that turned whatever happened to
Harry off, and Harry was on the ground out cold.
 
It was a few moments after the Paladins left, when the figure on the ground
begun to stir. As the figure stood up, the person was was revealed to be a
young cute black girl. She looked to be an eleven years old, with plated dark
red hair, she was Charlotte Brown. She was the Earth Mystic that the Mystic
Council was looking for, as not only did she had the ability to control the
Earth around here, but unlike the other Earth Mystics, she is able to make an
underground tunnels/rooms, a mile to two miles underground. Which was why the
Paladins and the Mystic Council was looking for her.
 
She had gotten her powers when she was only six years old, when her own father
buried her into the ground because she could do strange magical things. Her
father was a God fearing man, who believed in what the bible said, ‘thou shalt
not suffer a witch to live.’ So upon seeing the magic she could do, he buried
her alive in the middle of no where and left her for dead. It was then that her
magic transformed, in fear she wanted to be able to control the Earth around
her so that she could escape, to defend her - to live without fear. And like
her powers was listening to her plea for help, she gained the control of Earth.
 
It took a few years to be able to control them, but over time she was able to
master her new skills, but now she could do many things with them, even
building underground tunnels/rooms. It was the way she lived since she learnt
how to, to protect herself from being hurt or hunted by people like her father
who called themselves Paladins. In her time living alone, she relied on no one,
trusted no one, all that she trusted was her own powers which she use to steal
food, drink and whatever else to survive life on the streets. She done many
things to do so, things that a kid of her age shouldn’t know about or think
about doing.
 
The Paladins wasn’t the only ones she had to avoid, there were a few groups,
magical and non-magical. Sure she could have went with one of them, but she
didn’t know if she could trust them. From the magical groups she had heard one
group talking about altering her memories so that she would forget what she
could do, which because of this she kept herself away from such groups. As she
didn’t know if they were trusted not to do the same, or use her for their own
gain. Which is why she didn’t go near a group known as the Mystic Knights,
where she heard them calling her a Earth Mystic. And the few non-magical groups
that she came across, wanted to experiment on her.
 
Either way, over the years Charlotte learnt how to avoid capture and how to
control her other skills other than her Earth abilities. She meet other people
who used their powers to survive life on the streets, some were nice enough,
whilst others only wanted her to control. In fact she was running away from a
magical group that wanted to control her, when she had the misfortune to run
into two Paladins and their Sentinels. They had just captured her, when she
heard them talking about using her and others like her to get rid of her kind,
as it would better using other heathens to fight their kind instead of risking
their own people. The last thing she heard before blacking out because of the
Sentinels was, “What is it? Is there another heathen here Sentinels?”
 
She didn’t know how long she was out for, but when she came to, she felt a
great heat, and the Paladins escaping without her. As the heat was dying down,
she had wondered what had happened, why would the Paladins run without her? Not
that she was complaining, she was happy they won’t taking her with them. Over
the next few minutes, she regained her strength and was able to get up, where
she saw the reason for the Paladins running off.
 
She saw a young boy, who looked no older than five years or so with flames
around him, flames that were dying down. As she looked at the young black
haired boy, she had to wonder what happened. She knew the stories about the
Paladins, and knew they don’t often run away from a fight. So she had to wonder
how such a young kid could make the Paladins run like that, and what happened
to the Sentinels that were with them?
 
Whilst she didn’t know what had happened, she did know one thing though,
whatever happened, this young kid was somehow involved in saving her from the
Paladins, who most likely have killed or used her in some way. She could leave
him there like she would normally, but she couldn’t do that to him, she after
all owed it to the black haired kid to keep him safe and repay the debt for
saving her. So levitating the young boy, she carried him to one of the areas
that she had built her underground tunnels and dig herself and the young boy
underground.
 
                                    o0OoO0o
 
It was a few hours later before Harry begun to come round, as he looked to see
he was in a dimly lighted room. As he tried to remember what happened to him,
and how he got there, when he moaned in pain, “Ahh my head, what happened to
me.”
 
“I would like to know that too,” Harry heard a female voice from the far end of
the room, which was darker end of the room, “when I came to I saw the Paladins
escaping, you were out cold with flames dying out that was coming from you,
with ashes from the Sentinels.”
 
“Who’s there? What are you talking about?” asked Harry, as he summoned a ball
of fire in his hand, only to see a cute black girl sitting in a chair.
 
“So you really are a Fire Mystic,” the young black girl said with a knowing
smile, “I’m Charlotte Brown, I’m talking about what happened with the Paladins
and the Sentinels.”
 
“I’m sorry but what do you mean by that? I never heard of Fire Mystics,
Paladins and Sentinels.” Harry admitted to Charlotte, as he tried to remember
what happened to him.
 
Brown wasn’t too surprise that this young boy didn’t know anything about them,
it was only luck, bad or good depending how you would think of it, that she
found out about them. And so she explained the little that she knew about them.
 
“So let me get this straight,” Harry began thoughtfully, “there are these two
groups the Mystics and the Paladins right?”
 
“Well they are other groups out there, but they are the two of the main groups
out there that I know of.” the ten year old explained.
 
Harry nodded in understand, he and Lucy had often thought about this before,
wondering if there were magical groups out there or not. The Mystics and the
Paladins were the first two that were confirmed to Harry to be out there. As he
seat there, Harry wondered if these Mystics and Paladins were the ones that
were following him, or if it was another group that was doing so.
 
“So these Mystics has a task force you could say called the Mystic Knights,”
Harry scoffed at the name, it sounded like some kind of old TV show or
something, “who protect others like us from these Paladins and others like
them. They also stop magical crime too. Right?”
 
“As far as I've been able to find out about them yes.” replied Charlotte.
 
“And these Paladins, they are an anti-magic group that believes that only God
should have such power.” Harry said thoughtful. This group sound much like the
Paladins in Jumper, where they believed that only God should have the skill to
be anywhere at one time. “But yet these Paladins have these Sentinels who use
some kind of anti-magic you could to stop us from using our powers, and are
able to sense us too.”
 
“I know it seem condescending as you say it like that,” the cute black girl
admitted thoughtfully, “but from what I’ve been able to find out, they used
potions to give whatever powers they give these Sentinels. In the eyes of the
Paladins, potions isn’t really magic, but science, and in a way they are right,
you take different ingredients and put them together to make something else -
that’s what scientists do everyday to find and create new things. To them they
are only using science to improve a person and giving them extra abilities.”
 
Harry only scoffed at this, seeing how most true believers of god thought that
science was evil, and most true believers don’t have much to do with it. But
then again, over the years christianity has altered itself to fit into the
world around it, to accept science into their lives.
 
Either way, getting back at point at hand, the young boy asked, “If these
Mystics and Mystic Knights are ones meant to help like those like us, why
aren’t you with them?” Harry suspected with his surroundings, he had a gut
feeling that something isn’t right around here. He might be wrong, but it was
something that he had to ask.
 
“They might be, but I don’t trust them.” admitted Charlotte, before she
explained a bit about her life, to help Harry understand. She begun to explain
how her father a widower, her mother was killed in an accident when she was a
baby,  abused her for a long while because she did strange things, before he
tried to bury her alive, where she gained her powers to control earth. It
wasn’t a skill she thought about learning, but it was something she needed to
serve and get out alive, from there she learn what she could about her new
skills to live on the streets by herself. Whilst she might not be very good at
it, she had a basic idea of her skills now and was able to create underground
tunnels/rooms.
 
This reminded Harry a lot about himself, about how his own family hated and
abused him for a while all because he did strange things. But unlike Brown’s
father, they didn’t try to kill him, beat him half of his life yes, but not
kill him. It wasn’t like they didn’t want to, as Harry overheard the fact that
they wanted to, but they suspected they were being watched by some Freaks for
some reason and they didn’t want to risk the Freaks interfering in their normal
lives more than the Freaks already had by placing him with them.
 
Harry felt he was lucky that he didn’t need to leave the Dursleys just yet,
sure he wanted nothing more to do so, but he knew it would be foolish. He
wasn’t skilled nor knowledge enough to live on the streets, not only that he
wasn’t sure from what he overheard Dursleys if he/they were being watched or
not. He didn’t want anyone to learn that he had escape, as he didn’t know what
would happen, and so it was for the best he stayed at the damn Dursleys. So not
knowing who he could trust himself, he could understand where Charlotte was
coming from. Not only that, from what Charlotte told him, he wasn’t no where
strong enough to defend himself against what is out there at the moment.
 
Charlotte then explained how she was out to get some food, when she was caught
off guard by the Paladin and was attack. She explained that although she didn’t
know how Harry did it, if it wasn’t for him, she would have been captured and
brainwashed to fight against the Mystic Knights and others like her, or if it
didn’t work, she would be used for other things or killed - so she was thankful
for Harry helping her.
 
Once she finished telling Harry what she a bit about herself, and about what
happened, she asked, “Harry, can I ask, who is Lucy? As you were calling her
name whilst you were out cold.”
 
“She’s my sister,” the black hair kid said with a sad sigh, “she disappeared
when those Sentinels  got near me.”
 
“What do you mean?” asked the young girl, confused how a Sentinel could make a
person disappear. From what she knew about them, it was impossible for them to
do such a thing.
 
“She was my imaginary friend/sister,” explained Harry with a tear in his eyes,
“and somehow those damn Sentinels made her to disappear.”
 
“Oh…” Charlotte said suddenly, as she realized what he meant now.
 
“Don’t oh me like that,” Harry said darkly, “she was all I had in the world,
the only one who cared for me.”
 
“I’m sorry,” apologize Charlotte, “I didn’t mean to be rude, it just surprised
me that’s all.”
 
“Okay, I just going to miss her.” the seven year old sighed upset that he had
lost Lucy, he had tried to bring her back since he awoke, but he had gotten
nowhere.
 
“Going to miss who?” a voice said suddenly out of no, “Oh that was weird.”
 
“Who’s there?” “Lucy?” both Harry and Charlotte said at the same time.
 
“You can hear her/me?” both Harry and Lucy said in shock, seeing that no one
had hear Lucy before.
 
“Of course I can I’m not deaf you know.” said Charlotte, as she give him a
weird look.
 
“But that’s Lucy my imaginary sister, only I should be able to hear and see
her.” Harry explained, he was confused as to how this could happen, as no one
before could see or even hear her before. Charlotte too was confused, and was
unable to think of anything to say, as she tried to think what was going on. As
she was doing this, Harry got up off the bed he was on and went up to Lucy and
hugged her. To Charlotte though, it was like Harry was hugging thin air, where
she got up from her chair and put a hand through way Lucy meant to be and
suspect felt nothing but air.
 
But to Lucy it was like Charlotte had put a hand through her, and said to her,
“Hey do you mind? That wasn’t nice, how would you like to have some put a hand
through you?”
 
Charlotte just stared at the spot in shock and confusion, none the wiser as to
what was going on, as Harry said as he give his sister a smile, “So Lucy, what
happened to you?”
 
“I don’t know, one moment I was telling you off for running off like you did
and then feeling wired and everything went dark.” explained Lucy, as confused
as Harry was at this, as she tried to work out what happened. “Than the next
thing I knew I was here, wherever here is, with you and this girl. A girl who
seems to be able to hear me.”
 
Harry thought about it as he too tried to think about it, but after a few
moments getting nothing he came to the decision he didn’t care. “You know what,
as long as you’re back sister I don’t care what happened.”
 
“Same here,” Lucy agreed with a smile, “it’ll be a bit longer before I leave
you alone. So can one of you two tell me what that was about?”
 
And so Harry and Charlotte explained once again what happened, for Charlotte it
was the strangest thing that she ever went through. And since she got her
powers, she had seen a lot of strange things, but this by far was the
strangest. Talking to thin air, to someone that didn’t really exist apart for
in a mind of a seven year old child.
 
Once Harry and Charlotte caught Lucy up as to what was going on, they tried and
come up with ideas as to how Charlotte could hear Lucy. But they came up with
nothing. Before long through it was time for Harry to return to the Dursleys
for the night, but Harry said he would be back later. Not only did he want to
learn more about her, and what she knew, but he wanted to talk to hear about
her powers.
 
Once Harry returned to the Dursleys, Harry smiled to see a fearful looks on the
Dursleys who lead him to his new room, the spare bedroom. It seemed that his
threat work, he now had the second biggest room. They even allowed to look
through Dudley’s second bedroom to see if there was anything he wanted, his
aunt and uncle wanted to keep him happy as much as possible, before they turned
the room into the spare bedroom. This was something Dudley didn’t like, but a
look from his parents was enough to keep  him from say anything. And so start a
new chapter in Harry’s life. The seven year old did wonder how long it would
last for, but for the moment he didn’t really care as he slept in the soft bed.
 
                                    o0OoO0o
 
14th of March 2008:
 
It had been almost three months since Harry meet Charlotte, and has he thought
about it, it was the best gift other than creating Lucy. He spent more time
with Charlotte then at the Dursleys, although thanks to a few threats and
showing them what he could do with fire, the Dursleys hadn’t been a real
problem for Harry. If it wasn’t for the fact he wasn’t sure who was watching
him, and how, he wouldn’t even be at the Dursleys.
 
If way he was glad he had made friends with Charlotte, as not only did he have
a new friend and someone to train with, but she helped him to learn how to do
some basic earth element moves. It was difficult, but over the last few months,
Harry was able to create and launch small spheres of earth, and low powered
projectiles of earth.
 
It wasn’t much, but with his training with his fire ability and Jumping, it was
enough to fit his needs for now. He knew that with training with Charlotte, and
his own training it would take year to master his fire and other abilities. But
like many kids his age he enjoyed fire. The way it glowed and danced and how it
stood out against the backdrop of reality, it was that reason that Harry would
keep up with it until he could master this ability, to have it bend to his
will, and become the most powerful being out there.
 
The problem was that with the way the Dursleys brought him up, his influence
with fire wasn’t doing his mental stability any favours. He already had
emotional problems as it was, but more he trained with his flames, more
unsettled his emotions became.
 
In fact he asked his new friend about this, and she had informed him that it
wasn’t really surprising, as from what she learnt about Fire Mystics, their
powers were powered by their emotions. And from what she heard, it is believed
that the more angrier the Fire Mystic became, more powerful their skill could
become. But at the same time their emotions could became more unsettled,
letting their emotions get the better of them. And so to help with this, the
Fire Mystic learnt how to meditate to keep control of their emotions and so
their powers.
 
Now although he was learning to meditate to keep control of his emotions, it
didn’t stop him from slowly becoming a budding pyromaniac. It started somewhat
harmless enough, he would start small fires and watched them burn out. But if
it wasn’t for Lucy and Charlotte, he would have just watched them get out of
control and burn down buildings. He didn’t tell Charlotte this, as he didn’t
want to make her afraid of him, but he even had dreams of watching the Dursleys
being burnt alive by his flames, as he sat there and laughed as it happened.
Harry knew that whilst his own flames didn’t hurt him, normal fire that was
created by him would, but as the months passed, those flames that did hurt him
stopped doing so. Sure he didn’t know if a magical fire would hurt him or not,
but he suspected as he became more powerful that kind of problem wouldn’t be a
problem.
 
Not only was he learning about his psychokinetic and earth abilities while he
was awake, but he was learning in his dreams with his sister. This was how he
learnt so quickly to control his flames. To help further his training, Harry
and Lucy would play catch with his fire, throwing fireballs at each other. His
current skill set was coming along fine, but he, Lucy and Charlotte  knew he
still had room to learn more. They came up with the idea that that seeing he
got his idea to learn how to control fire from the movie and comics of
Fantastic Four, he should keep on getting ideas from the movie and comics. In
fact Charlotte joined them too, thinking that she might be able to get more
ideas on how to control her powers from comic and cartoons, even get some new
powers too.
 
Charlotte Brown was a god send to Harry and Lucy, not only did she help to
teach Harry how to do some earth attacks and they want Harry to learn, and keep
him from letting his fire go wild - but she give them an underground
headquarters to train, and come when they needed to get away from the Dursleys
- although after hearing about his past with them, if he said something Brown
might have been willing to help. In the past the young girl only had created
one or two rooms, but now she had a few more for herself and Harry - a few of
them were used as somewhere to train. Harry helped to light the rooms with his
fire skills.
 
Over the last few months, Harry and Lucy learnt more about Charlotte’s life
before they meet, about how her own father abused her because she was
different, it reminded them of how the Dursleys treated Harry, and her time on
the streets. Charlotte explained about how she did try and get some help, but
no one seemed to care as they should, the police, the government workers that
meant to help people like her, none seem to really care. And those who did
could do nothing because of their bosses stopping them.
 
Hearing this made Harry realize that being a hero in this day and age was worth
nothing, if the government who meant to protect its people did nothing, why be
a hero in the first place? All it would do was put a bandaid on the problem, as
no one would really care, it would just help cover up the existing problem up
even more and nothing would be done about the main problem.
 
The best course of action would a criminal himself: his line of thought was
that if he can’t fix the problem, he would be part of it. Instead of using his
skills to help, he would use them for his own gains, to get what he wants and
if possible change the world to fit his own needs. He may not become a
supervillain, but he won’t be a superhero, instead he’ll use them to do what he
want and screw everyone else.  His resolve was more so when he heard that a few
months before Charlotte meet them, she had been doing a few sexual acts to gain
money, and still doing so.
 
The thing that made Harry to want to use his powers for his own gain, wasn’t
the fact she was doing sexual acts for money, he heard about such people and
they normally done so as they needed the money. No it was the fact that a few
people who paid Charlotte for these sexual acts, were the people who meant to
protect her, the police, doctors and social workers, that used her. If these
people could use her like that, there was no point in protecting people who
would let them stay in power.
 
Anyway it was a Friday after school, and Harry had decided to walk to the the
nearby forest to train some. He, Lucy and Charlotte trained together often
trained at their underground hideout, but sometimes Harry liked to train in the
forest, in the open air. One of the main things that they were trying to was
allow Charlotte to see Lucy. As it was strange for her to hear Lucy but not see
her, and that she could see Harry hugging fine air, and being hit by an
invisible force.
 
They never discovered why Charlotte could hear Lucy, but over the last three
months, there have been a few times since then where others could hear her too.
Surprisingly the Dursleys and those Harry didn’t like nor trust could hear her,
so Charlotte came to the conclusion somehow his powers evolved so that Lucy
could be heard by anyone apart for those Harry didn’t like or trust. Harry and
Lucy wasn’t sure about it, as Harry didn’t feel he was more powerful, but it
did seem to make sense though.
 
Either way, over the last few months, they made little progress, the best that
they could was over the last week where Charlotte could see the outlines of
Lucy. It was a start, and might take a while before Charlotte could see Lucy
fully. But other than that they were been training hard as they could, one of
the skills that Charlotte  wanted to learn was from a cartoon called Avatar the
Last Airbender. She wanted to learn how to cover her hand in earth, to make a
Earth Gauntlet. With training her other abilities, and helping Harry with his
earth abilities, she hasn’t got as far as she wanted, but was happy to have
someone to train with in her earth abilities too.
 
As for Harry, after reading comics, and watching movies, TV shows and cartoons,
Harry and the girls came up with a skill he could try. Pyroportation, or better
known as Fire Teleportation or Flaming - they got the idea from watching a TV
show called Charmed.
 
Sure Harry was able to Jump to wherever he wanted now days as long it was
within the county, but the fact was if he used his fire abilities and Jump at
the same time, it would be only matter of time before the Mystic Knights would
find out it was Harry behind the fire attacks. Even if Harry got off, he would
be on their rider and anyone magical would be watching him. So Harry would need
another way around it if he still wanted to do such things. It was something he
liked the idea of, not only was it a cool skill to have, but it was from the
demonic powers from Charmed, something he had been and failing to be able to
do. If he could do something like that, he would be one step closer in having
demonic powers, even though it was barely a demonic power.
 
Over the last few months though he hadn’t got far, but he put it down to the
fact that he had been training with his other skills too, and so might not be
powerful enough to do so yet. The only bit of success he had was when he
compressed the energy that fuelled his pyrokinesis into a tight ball and then
let it go. The ring of fire that had exploded outward around him had seared
straight through the tree he’d been leaning on - which had thankfully fallen
backward from the kinetic force. This was definitely something he would be
practising in the future.
 
During the training though, something strange happened, Lucy begun to start her
own ideas of what she wanted to do. Sure she could use the same powers as Harry
within controlling fire and earth, seeing that she was part of him. But she
wanted to learn something for herself, something that Harry couldn’t do, or
wanted.
 
Whilst somewhat surprised, although Harry knew he shouldn’t be seeing Lucy had
a strange free will even if she was part of him, he was happy for his sister to
learn something of her own. It made her even more special in his eyes. And she
did find some powers she wanted to try, and they came from reading the various
incarnations of the X-Men, as they had many different powers, powers that could
be useful to her.
 
The first skill Lucy learnt was shapeshifting and the ability to change into
animals, and whilst wouldn’t mind having the ability himself, he wasn’t too
bothered about learning it. As  with his own training of fire and earth, and
learning to close his tares from Jumping, he didn’t have the time to try to
learn more.
 
Either way, Lucy had great fun changing into all different people, making him
laugh as she altered their appearance to comical degrees. The same with the
animals, he loved it when she came a wolf or a tiger for some reason. Lucy also
found out that she could become any humanoid animal, a hybrid of girl and
animal. Harry thought she looked very cute as a Catgirl, and as a Wolfgirl.
Harry often wondered that if she was real, if she would have enlightened smile
and sight because she was part animal.
 
Another ability Lucy was able to gain was the ability to copy herself. This
skill Harry wished he had time to learn, as he could be in two places at once
and get away with things, but sadly he didn’t have time. Lucy liked the idea of
having a few more of herself, and teasing her brother. At the moment she was
only able to make two clones of herself, but it was enough for her and had fun
teasing her brother.
 
One last skill she give herself over the months, was that she was able to get
another pair of arms to grow out of the side of her body, like the character
she'd seen in some of the Japanese comics they’d found in the specialty store.
Now this skill Harry had no interest at all in, as he didn’t see the point of
having another set of arms and had to wonder why his sister wanted them for.
 
As Harry thought about the past few months, he became so lost in his thoughts,
and as he made his way deeper into the forest, he didn’t take in his
surroundings. If he had he would have seen that he was being followed by people
in armour, the armour of the Paladins. The Paladins were out in search not only
for other Mystics, but they were keeping an eye out for Harry as he was the
only one to defeat and turn a Sentinel into ash. They wanted to find out how
that could happen, and to see if they could control that person, so that they
could get that person to help them to defeat the heathens faster. As over the
last few months though, they were unable to find the person behind what
happened to the Sentinels, but it seemed that today was their lucky day. They
were coming to the forest to make a drop, when one of the men spotted the black
haired kid that he recognise was the one that turned the Sentinels into ash.
 
It was only by luck that Harry heard a glass bottle being smashed, and at the
last second ducked as he saw someone about to hit him over the head with what
looked like a police baton. As Harry recognized the people who attacked him as
Paladins, he was about to Jump away, like he normally would have done to get
out of a fight. Or that would what he have done, but the second that he tried.
he felt a painful shock of electric going through him as a modified police
baton hit him mid Jump, causing him to fall onto the ground in pain.
 
As Harry slowly turned round and look up to see what hit him, he saw six
Paladins surrounding him, each holding a police baton, which reminded Harry of
the batons from the film Jumper. Not wanting to be captured by these Paladins,
he was about to do something he knew might not work but had no other chose if
he didn’t wanted to be captured - he tried painfully to try and Jump and hope
it would Jump. But as he suspected, one of the Paladins hit with with the
electrified baton.
 
“Oh please Heathen,” one of the Paladin’s said with a sneer, who sounded like a
male, “do you really think you can Jump? We all know about the Mystics Skills,
and how you try to copy them from different places. We also know most of your
weaknesses, so we can counter them.”
 
“You and your kind are nothing but heathens, you Mystics, Wizards and other
magical users,” said a female sounding Paladin, “no one other than God should
have the power you have.”
 
Harry couldn’t help himself as he said darkly, “But wasn’t it said that God
made us in his image? So why is it so hard to think that he might have given
some of us, some of his powers too?”
 
Right away Harry knew it was the wrong thing to say as one of the Paladin’s
kicked and poked him with the electrified baton. As they said, “How dare you
heathen, God would not give us lowly mortals such powers.”
 
Harry would have said that the Paladin sounded jealous, but wisely kept quiet.
Instead he pushed his magic to make a small earthquake, hoping that he could
make them lose balance long enough for him to escape. He was glad that his plan
worked, and as the small earthquake shook the  Paladins, which they tried to
keep standing but with little luck, Harry stood up and tried to make his escape
as quickly as he could. But as he was in too much pain to Jump, the best he
could do was to run and hide.
 
However though, before Harry could get too far, someone came out of the shadows
wearing a black cloak. Harry only had to wonder who this person was, when the
person removed their cloak. Harry saw that it was a man, and he was wearing a
thick fiery coloured armour, with silver shoulder, legs, chest and wrist guards
with yellow balls on them. Upon seeing this person, he said, “Well heathen you
seemed quite skilled, you’ll be very useful to capturing other heathens so we
can get rid of them.”
 
“High Master Gavinrad,” said one of the Paladins, who had gotten up of the
ground, before kneeling in front of the new arrival, as the other Paladins
followed suit as they got off the ground, “he caught off us. We won’t aware
that he was able to use earth attacks as well as fire.”
 
“That’s what I keep telling you all Paladin Jacob,” began High Master Gavinrad,
“don’t suspect these Mystics to have one set of skills, or only use wands like
their cousin heathens the Wizards and Witches. I’ve seen some who had three set
of skills other than wandless magic that they use. But I have to say, to find a
child heathen that has two elements abilities at such a young age, I’m truly
surprised. He’ll be very useful to our organization, with training he’ll be
able to get rid of the other heathens eise, and help us creating a God fearing
world as it should be.”
 
“Like hell will I help you mad men,” the seven year old Harry said, in pain, as
Gavinrad hit him with the electrified baton,  “I won’t be helping you.”
 
High Master Gavinrad just laughed darkly at Harry as he hit Harry again, before
saying, “By the time we finish with you heathen, you’ll be doing what we say
and you’ll do so without another word.”
 
Just than Harry saw at least five tears, tears like he made when Jumping and
realized that someone who could Jump too, was about to appear. He wasn’t sure
who it was going to be, nor did he cared at the moment seeing that this could
be his chance to escape. So with a knowing smirk, he said to High Master
Gavinrad, “I think you’ll be having a problem there asshole.”
 
“What do you -” began High Master Gavinrad, when fifteen people in armour,
appeared out of no where seven of them Harry heard made a popping sound as they
appeared. The armour was thick in the chest and legs, but thinner in the arms.
The armor itself consisted of a red leather top and ankle length skirt as the
base, a slightly smaller blue leather piece of the same shape over top of it,
and finally heavy plates literally belted into place over the hips, chest,
arms, and head. And the last thing Harry saw before Gavinrad knocked him out,
was the Paladins, and this new group fighting each other.
 
The armour on the knight was thick in the chest and legs, but thinner in the
arms. Great for swinging a weapon with impunity, but it left him looking just a
bit silly. The armour itself consisted of a red leather top and ankle length
skirt as the base, a slightly smaller blue leather piece of the same shape over
top of it, and finally heavy plates literally belted into place over the
knight's hips, chest, arms, and head.
 
To be Continued!
 
Author’s Note:  Here ends the third part of the Saga, Harry’s Childhood, I
thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. I know that it looks like that
Harry is going to be superpowered kid, but he isn’t really as there are others
like him, other Mystics who have power who are about the same level as him,
weaker or in a rare case stronger than him. Not to forget the adult Mystics
too, who’ll be stronger than Harry too, for now at least. So don’t worry Harry
isn’t going to be overpowered who no-one can stop him, at least for now that
is, once the story comes along he’ll become stronger and nearly unstoppable.
But it doesn’t mean he can’t be, just hard once he gets strong enough.
 
I also know that there’ll be a lot of people that might not like how I wrote
about Charlotte’s past, but like it or not, but this kind of thing with police,
doctor’s and such people using children for sexual acts sadly does happen. I’m
sorry if this upsets you or you don’t like it, but I’m trying to write a
realistic dark background for each person who’ll join Harry and his pursuit
into darkness.
 
Either way, I’m still after ideas for different powers for the Mystics, like I
said I would like them from comics, shows and movies and would like them before
2007. To help here is a site of powers, if you find any you like, let me know
and I’ll see about adding them:  powerlisting . wikia . com/wiki/
Superpower_Wiki
 
I’ve been searching for sites for characters and I found one, if there is a
character in this list you want someone to copy the powers from, let me know
who that character is and the reason the person want to copy them and I’ll see
what I can do about adding them: www . superherodb . com/characters/
 
First Paladin's Armour: yuq . me/users/26/140/4TxjEWupqk . png
 
High Master Gavinrad Armour: www . conceptart . org/forums/
attachment.php?attachmentid=1149355&stc=1&d=1295511407
 
The armour of the strangers that appeared at the end of the chapter:
orijnramboer . files . wordpress . com /2011/08/battlemage . jpg
 
If you can describe these armours better, please let me know. And if you want
to help with describing future armours and that in future chapters, please let
me know as I’m looking for help. As I’m somewhat awful at describing armours
and such, and would like some help if you can help me.
 
So you know though, I’m working on a side-story to this story, to explain how
the Mystics came to be, and allow me to add a few of your OCs into the story,
and explain about them in the story too. I know I could explain things in this
story, but as most of you see in my works, I often tend to go overboard when I
do such things and so decided after starting the story that the side-story is
better for this. As I want to keep things going smoothly, and I don’t want to
go off track in explaining things in this story - so I created the side story.
Like it or not, the Mystics and the elements of their creation are going to be
a big part of this story, and feel I should take time in explaining them. So
I’ll be working on the side-story of this for a while, before returning to his
one. So if you want to know more about the Mystics, I would like it if you read
Rise of Overlord Vulcan Side-Story - The Mystics. As not only would like to see
your thoughts, but any ideas you want to see to happen with the Mystics, and
what tech could be used too and such.
 
Either way, I would like to thank you once again for reading and I hope you
spare a few minutes to leave a review and let me know what you think of the
chapter, and any ideas you might have for the future chapters, and any powers
you would like to be used in the story.
 
Question:  As many of you know, this story is going to have a crossover with
Fairy Tail. So I would like to ask about the one hundred year quest that
Gildarts went on, what could it have been. From what I’ve read, it might have
to do with something that is on, or has happened on Zonia Mountains, but unlike
many might have thought, it has nothing to involve the Black Dragon, Acnologia.
Gildarts told Natsu that he stopped, because of Acnologia, not that the quest
was Acnologia. If it wasn’t for the Black Dragon, Gildarts would have kept on
his quest, so it wasn’t to defeat the dragon. So what are your thoughts as to
what is the hundred year quest?
 
Next Chapter:  In the next instalment of Harry’s Childhood Sage, Harry meets up
with the Mystics and is taken to Mystic Island, where he learns a bit about the
Mystic.
***** Chapter 4 - Harry's Childhood - Part 4 (The Mystic Island!) *****
Author’s_Note: Now before I start this next chapter, I would like to apologize
for the long time in updates, but if you read my other works, you would know
this is because my muse and the mood to write has not been there for me until
recently. Next some of you know that I have been doing a side-story to this
one, and I would like it if you could read it too. Whilst the side-story isn’t
important to this story, it’ll explain about the Mystics more, and it’ll
explain how Voldemort came to be and his reactions to the Mystics.
 
Remember, I am altering the timeline quite a bit, and one of those things is
when Voldemort came to be. In this case he came about after World War 2, and so
his up being would be different and such. One of the things that I’ve changed
is about how Tom came into his darkness and who helped him, I’ve also alter a
few other things too. But to know what, and learn about more about the Mystics,
I would recommend you read the side-story, as it’ll explain a few things that
you would miss in this story.
 
One last thing before I start, I did have a new Beta Reader, who has worked on
the first two chapters, whilst nothing big has been changed, he has made the
story read smoothly more. So if you want, you can see what he has done and I
hope that you’ll like what he had done.
 
This chapter is in memory of Alan Rickman, may he rest in peace, a great actor
that made Snape a bit more bearable.
 
                                 Chapter_Four…
                                        
                          Harry’s_Childhood_-_Part_4!
                                        
                             (The_Mystic_Island!)
 
14th of March 2008 - Mystic Island:
 
Harry wasn’t sure how long he was unconscious, but when he awoke, he looked
around and realized that he was in a completely white room, without his
glasses, he couldn’t tell exactlywhere he was. But he noticed he was in a
verysoft bed, the bed was so comfortable, he felt as if he was melting within
the bed’s embrace. As he sat up, he began to extend his arms, moving them in
precise, practiced motions, attempting to find his glasses. As he was doing so,
he heard a man say, as he handed him his glasses, “I believe you’re looking for
these.”
 
As Harry put his glasses on, he had to take a moment to ensure that what he was
seeing was, in fact, reality, to do so he took his glasses off, before rubbing
his eyes. As before him was what he thought was a seven foot human/dragon
hybrid wurmling. To Harry, it looked like the personwas wearing the uniform
from the movie: Star Trek: Nemesis. He was wearing a blue turtleneck shirt, and
around each of the wrist was a blue coloured hoop, the cloth surrounding the
neck was also blue, the rest of the uniform was made of a fabric resembling
carbon fibers, due to the texture of the cloth, and grey/black appearance. Over
the area of the left breast, was a pearly white star.
 
Before thinking, Harry asked blatantly, as he tried to move away, and a
fireball in hand, “What the hell are you?”
 
The human/dragon hybrid didn’t seem to be offended by this, in fact, he
chuckled, as he said, amused, “Haha, worry not, young one, extinguish your
fireball, I mean you no harm. I am Mystic Healer Drakon, in the normal world
where you came from, you would call me a doctor.” Drakon informed Harry as he
saw Harry’s confused look, “And, as you can see, I’m a human/dragon hybrid.”
 
Upon Harry hearing his explanation, he warily extinguished his fireball, but
was ready to defend himself, even if he couldn’t win, he would make it
difficult for them to take him. Whilst hearing that this, was a doctor of some
sort, somewhat eased his worried state, a bit, not by much, but what do you
expect Harry to feel when he was face-to-face with a seven foot tall human/
dragon hybrid? Attempting to make sense of the situation, Harry asked, “How is
that possible?”
 
“Hmm, let me see, how can I explain that?” Healer Drakon said to himself
thoughtfully, as he knew that this young child knew nothing about Mystics,
“seeing that you’re here, you’re able to something that no one else, or not
many around you can do, such as: summon things, fix things with a wave of your
hand and such, correct?”
 
“Those are two of a few abilities, that I am able to wield,” Harry warily
admitted to the Healer, not allowing him to have the knowledge of the full
extent of his abilities, “I can wield the deadly power of fire, to an extent, I
cannot do much, but I only started to wield fire about a year ago.”
 
“Oh, now that is interesting,” Drakon said with a small smile, “so you have
been attempting to utilize your magic to do different things to see what works,
correct?” At this statement, Harry simply nodded, wondering where this
conversation was going, “While, in my case, when I was a child I was fascinated
by dragons, I loved drawing and reading about them, I even tried to watch any
shows I could about them. So, when I learnt that I was special and could do
things that no one else I knew could, I thought, maybe I could transform into a
dragon and back. Sadly, though, there was some kind of accident, I have no idea
what, neither do the people I work for, though they think I was too young and
didn’t have the power at the time to attempt such a transformation, but I was
stuck in the form you see now, ever since.”
 
“Oh.” was the only thing Harry could say as his mouth made an ‘O’ shape.
 
“Yeah, over time, I had a few people that reacted like you have when they first
saw me.” explained the Healer, what he didn’t say was that: it was a lot worse
and people threw multiple items at him and wanted to kill him because of his
appearance. “I’ll admit, it was difficult, attempting to control my new found
power and people not fully understanding me, but when I was found by the
Mystics, they helped me and made it so that those people didn’t remember me and
took me in, afterwards, I learnt to become a Healer.”
 
“What’s a Mystic?” Harry pretended that he didn’t know what a Mystic was, well
he wasn’t really lying, he knew of them and that they were magical, but that
was all he really knew about them. “And, where am I?”
 
Before Healer Drakon could answer Harry’s question, a voice from the doorway
said, “I think I can explain that, Mr. Potter.”
 
In the doorway, stood a man in his thirties, he had black hair and was wearing
an outfit that was similar to the Healer, the only differences were, the outfit
had a red turtleneck and hoop around the wrist. “My name is Mystic Knight
Erebus, and I am here to speak to you and explain a bit about the Mystics.”
Turning to the healer, the Mystic Knight asked, “Healer Drakon, is Mr. Potter
allowed to leave?”
 
“I was unable to find any injuries, so, as long as he doesn’t try to Jump for
the next few hours, he should be fine, as the electrical charge he suffered has
temporarily ruined his accuracy, at Jumping.” The Healer began to explain to
Harry and Erebus, “So, should you Jump, you could miss your target by miles,
which, could be dangerous, depending on where you are going. So, it is best he
stay here for a few hours for the electrical charge to leave his body,
otherwise, he is fine to leave, Mystic Knight Erebus.”
 
“Thank you, Healer Drakon,” Erebus thanked the Healer, before asking, “but do
you have in your possession, a spare hooded cloak he could borrow for a short
while?”
 
“Sure, I have a few, just in case.” admitted the Healer as he got a small cloak
and give it to Harry.
 
As he did, the Mystic Knight said to Harry, “Until I say otherwise, I want you
to keep the hood on the cloak up.”
 
“I’ll explain shortly, let’s get out of here, I know that kids at your age
dislike being in a hospital longer than you have to be.” Erebus said with a
soft voice, as he led Harry out of the room and hospital.
 
                                    o0OoO0o
 
As Harry and Erebus left the hospital, Harry was amazed at the grounds, he
could see beautiful land, filled with amazing plants of all kinds, and animals
that he had never seen before. The seven year old could only be lead out of the
grounds, by lightly pushing him, as he took in the view of the land surrounding
him, covered with many plants, some of which had, long black stems, with
blooming white flower petals, the disk of the flower, was a pale blue, the
plants of this particular variety, were scattered throughout the grounds.
Another flower had a poisonous yellow disk, while the droopy petals of the
flower were a dark violet, the stem was a rich blue, this particular flower was
close to the exit of the hospital, possibly due to medicinal purposes. Another
one of the flowers that stood out was, a flower with a light green disk, droopy
yellow flower petals, and a dark grey stem, this flower, was closer to the
bunches of houses, for what purpose he did not yet know.
 
Lounging around, outside of some of the houses were strange animals, one of
which, being a lupine creature, with large floppy ears, golden brown eyes, grey
fur, as well as being the size of a small horse. Another of these strange
creatures was, a feline animal with small ears that stood up, purple, slitted
eyes, gold fur, and was the size of a large dog. Near some of the few houses,
were equine creatures with orange eyes, black fur, attached to the back of the
equine creature, was a pair of wings with purple feathers, the creature was the
size of a small house.
 
As Harry was looking at all the different houses in this neighbourhood, Harry
spotted that many of the residents were looking at him strangely, and some
seemed to look at him with pain present within their faces. After seeing this,
Harry asked the Mystic Knight, “Why are they looking at me like that, and why
do some of them look like I caused them pain?”
 
“I would have liked it if you were older before you learnt this, but, if you’re
going to be here more often in the future, it would be better to tell you now,
you would find out sooner, rather than later.” Erebus explained to the young
boy, “But first, I should give you some background concerning the Mystics and
the world of magic…” and so, Erebus began to tell Harry the basics of the
Wizarding World, and the Mystics, which every child on the island knew.
 
Once Harry digested the information that Erebus had given him, he was pondering
over the knowledge he had recently been gifted with, and, after a few moments,
he said thoughtfully, “So, let me ensure that all of what I have heard, is, in
fact, the truth, the Mystics were created, by your leaders: the Carter Twins
when they acknowledged the fact that they were able to wield their magic in a
way that the rest of the Wizarding World could not do, and they feared them
because of this. And they wanted nothing more then to stop this, but the twins
fought against this and their work resulted in the creation of the Mystics.”
 
“Those are the basics.” Erebus admitted, amazed at how mature Potter was. He
often wondered if magic was the reason that most children, even himself, were
so mature at an early age - although, he had seen a few who acted as if they
were older than they actually were, non-magicals that had no magic. But from
what he could sense about the young boy, he seemed to be more mature than any
other kid he had seen, and he had to wonder why, but that would be something he
would look into at a later date.
 
“But what does that have to do with people looking at me weirdly?” asked the
seven year old.
 
“Before I answer that, I would like to ask you this: what do you know about
your parents death?” the Shadow Mystic asked Harry.
 
“Other than what my uncle and aunt told me, which I suspect is a lie, is that
they died in a car crash,” Harry gave a half truth, he wasn’t going to say what
else they said about them, it wasn’t the Mystic’s business, “although I don’t
know what it has to do with why people are looking at me strangely.”
 
Erebus sighed, he had to hoped that Harry already knew the truth, he didn’t
want to be the one to inform the young boy the truth. But as he said not too
long ago, he was going to learn the truth sooner rather than later, which he
disliked. So, with a sigh he asked, “Do you remember what I said about the
Mystic Knights joining the Civil War in the Wizarding World against the Dark
Lord Voldemort, because a group of Dark Mystics were aiding him?” Harry just
nodded, wondering where this was going, “Whilst we were able to stop the Dark
Mystics’, and few of the Death Eaters’, plans, we were never able to stop or
defeat the Dark Lord.”
 
“So, how was this Voldemort person stopped then, was it the Wizarding World
that stopped him?” asked Harry.
 
“Sort of,” the Shadow Mystic admitted with a dark look creeping onto his face,
“the truth is, that it was you who stopped the Dark Lord, and you were only one
year old.”
 
“What!?” Harry yelled in surprise when he heard this, how could he,a one year
old stop a Dark Lord, did he throw his nappy at him? “How is that possible that
I was able to defeat him at one years old, when no one else could, what about
my parents, what happened to them?”
 
“They died protecting you from the Dark Lord who for some unknown reason wanted
you dead,” explained Erebus softly, seeing the boy’s shock and disbelieve, “and
we do not know how you were able to defeat the Dark Lord. When we first learnt
of his defeat by you, we wanted to find you and see if we could find out how,
so we can save so many more lives, as he used a spell that is unblockable and
kills every time unless you move out of the way, or are able to put up a thick
wall between you and the spell. But someone hid you, and until last year when I
was able to find you by dumb luck.”
 
“Do you know who hid me, and when did you find me? And why haven’t you came up
to me before?” asked Harry, who was now worried, as he wondered how long they
have been following him.
 
“We don’t know for sure who hid you, but we think it was Albus Dumbledore, the
Headmaster to his worlds Magical School known as Hogwarts. He is also Chief
Warlock of the Wizengamot, who has the final say in Wizengamot, which is
wizarding Britain’s high court of law, when the votes are undecided or deals
with people who can’t agree with something and things get out of hand. He is
also the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, which
is a wizarding intergovernmental organisation, roughly equivalent to the United
Nations.”
 
Harry was shocked to hear how many titles this Dumbledore had, and had to ask,
“How on earth does he get the time to do jobs properly?”
 
“That we do not know, we have a few ideas, but nothing we know for sure.” was
all Erebus would say about it, before he went on to say, “Any we found you last
March, when you first discovered your powers, and Jumped for the first time.
Since then we learnt you had some control of fire, how much we do not know,
able to Jump and have a Psychic Entity Creation or P.E.C. for short.”
 
Harry was relieved to hear that they didn’t know the full extent of his powers,
but he was upset they knew so much already about him. But he was curious about
something and asked, “What is a Psychic Entity Creation?”
 
“It’s what the Researchers here calls Imaginary Friends that magical kids might
have from time to time, these Imaginary Friends react differently to normal
ones that most children have, be they be magical or not. They are rare, but
they meant to be able to can see things that their creation cannot, they have
their own intelligence, other than that the Researchers don’t know what they
can do. Although from two of kids who had one, they seem to be able to interact
with the caster, as if they were really there.”
 
Harry was shocked to hear that Lucy wasn’t the first of her kind, it would seem
that there were others like her. Something he would talk to her about, and see
if he could find others like him and Lucy. But he was also unhappy that they
knew so much about him and her, he would have to be careful around them, “Isn’t
Psychic Entity Creation a strange name for something like that?”
 
“I thought so true,” admitted the Shadow Mystic, “but be happy they didn’t call
them Mystical Friends or something like that, the Researchers here, and the
people who make up names here don’t have much imagination, the island is called
Mystic Island, the High School is called Mystic High and the academy for Mystic
Knights is called Mystic Academy, so you see my point. Either way the
Researchers would like to talk to you about your Imaginary Friends to see if
she is a P.E.C. or not, but only if you agree to. We won’t push you to do
anything you don’t want to.”
 
Harry had to admit the people who named things here didn’t have any imagination
when it came to naming things, it was something he would call things, and
that’s only because he was seven years old, and it was suspected of him. But
adults, they can be strange at times was Harry’s thoughts. As for talking to
the Researchers, he had no plans on doing so, as it would mean they would learn
more about him then he would like. But not wanting to give things away he said,
“I can’t promise anything, but I’ll think about it. Now back to the point, why
people look at me weirdly?” asked the seven year old.
 
“Because you are famous,” Erebus told Harry, “at the age of one you done what
no one else could, defeat Voldemort. Now the reason they are looking at you as
if they are upset, it’s because they had sent you thank you letters and gifts,
and yet you never once send a note saying thank you or reply to their letters.”
 
“But I didn’t get any letters or gifts from anyone over the years.” Harry
admitted to Erebus . He would have known if anyone sent anything, as Vernon
would talk about Freaks sending him letters and would give all the non-magical
items to Dudley.
 
“Hmm that is interesting, I wonder…” Erebus said mainly to himself, before
saying to Harry, “I’ll have to look into this for you, but it would seem
someone is rerouting your mail for some reason. For now, it’s best to not to
upset the people here, or do anything that put you more in a bad light with
them. For now let’s get a carriage and take you to the town, and show you
around there.”
 
Whilst Harry couldn’t say much about the letters and gifts that he didn’t get
until he knew who was behind stopping him getting them, he could say something
about going to the shops. “Whilst I wouldn’t mind going to this town, I don’t
have any money on me at the moment.”
 
“You don’t have to worry about that, there’s a bank in town and whilst there
you can ask about the Potter Account.” the Shadow Mystic explained to the young
man, “Whilst I don’t know much about the account, I do know they had one, and
had most likely set a Trust Vault for you to use until you come of age at
seventeen.”
 
Harry was shocked that he might have an account of any kind, as he would have
thought his uncle would force him to empty it for himself (Vernon,) and his
wife and son, and wouldn’t give Harry a penny. So it would nice if he did have
one, so he could spend it on some new clothes and such. But coming of age, that
confused him and so asked, “I thought coming of age was eighteen in England.”
 
“In the non-magical world yes it is, but in the magical world, the coming of
age is at seventeen.” explained Erebus, “Now come on Harry, let’s get to town,
I think you’ll enjoy yourself there.” and so Erebus lead Harry to the Carriage
Station.
 
                                    o0OoO0o
 
They won’t far from the Carriage Station, when to Harry’s shock to see a
church. From what his uncle told him, the church anything magical and wanted
them to be burnt at the steak. As they passed the church, they saw a forty year
old black man, in a white suit, a black shirt and a white collar around his
neck, coming out of the church. Next to him was a redheaded girl with green
eyes, who looked like she was around seven or eight years old - she was wearing
a light blue dress.
 
AS this person in the suit saw them, he and the girl walked towards them, and
when they got to Harry and Erebus, the person said, “Greetings Mystic Knight
Erebus, I hope you are well… is this a new protectial Mystic?”
 
“Afternoon Preacher Matthew, I’m fine thank you very much,” Erebus said with a
smile, he and Matthew were friends, and he spent some time with Matthew’s
family at the weekends, “and yes he is a new protectial Mystic.”
 
“Why is he a hood, is he ugly or something and you don’t want to scare everyone
or something.” the young redheaded asked innocently enough.
 
“Oh no nothing like that Holly.” Erebus said to the little girl, her name was
Holly Grace Halliwell, and she was one of the casualties in the war of the
WIzarding Civil War, she was found by a priest one day, she was in a blanket
with nothing more than an armlet with her first name and what they suspected
was her date of birth on it. When they learnt she was magical at two years old,
they sent her to Mystic Island where she would be taught to become a Holy
Knight. Over the years Holly thought of Preacher Matthew as her father. “This
is Harry Potter.” Erebus said warmly.
 
“Why is he wearing a cloak if he isn’t ugly or deformed somehow?” asked the
young girl.
 
“For his safety,” explained the Shadow Mystic, “as you know there are still
many dark Mystics out there, some even here even though we can’t find them, and
they would like nothing more to harm Harry for one reason or another. He is
wearing the cloak to hide what he looks like so that it would make it harder to
capture him.”
 
“That is a wise move Erebus,” admitted Matthew, before turning to Harry and
asked, “So young Harry, what do you think of Mystic Island so far?”
 
“I only seen the hospital and this area, but so far it looks good, but I am
confused to see a church here.” Harry admitted to the preacher.
 
“Oh and why is that young Harry?” asked Preacher Matthew.
 
“Some my Uncle Vernon told me many times about the church and their beliefs
about magic,” Harry admitted darkly, “he said they believed this, thou shalt
not suffer a witch to live.”
 
“I’ll admit that sadly there are many in the church that believe that,” Matthew
admitted with a deep sigh, “but there are many like me and those in the Vatican
believe in what our Lord Jesus once said,‘Those without sin, cast the first
stone.’Meaning we all have sinned, but it doesn’t makes use bad or evil, just
misadjusted, just like magic users.”
 
Harry had to admit that the preacher had a point, but before he could say
anything, Mystic Knight Erebus said, “I’m sorry Matthew, but we have to get
moving. I’ll talk to you later, and if we got time I’ll bring Harry along so he
and Holly could get to know each other.”
 
“That’s a wonderful idea, so I’ll see you later.” said the preacher, the four
of them bread each other farewell, and parted ways.
 
But as as Preacher Matthew and Holly walked back towards the church, “Father
are you alright?” asked the young girl, seeing that he was suddenly looking
concerned.
 
“It’s Potter,” Matthew said with a whisper, “I don’t know what his life been
like, but I sensed a great deal of Darkness within him. The Holy Knights well
have to keep an eye on him.”
 
“Shouldn’t we tell the Mystic Knights?” asked Holly.
 
“No not yet,” said the preacher, “now that Potter is found, whatever the
darkness is within him should vanish. For now we should watch and see, our main
goal is dealing demons, not getting involved with the Mystic Knight issues. We
have no place in their affairs, so for now we keep an eye on Potter and if he
interferes with ouraffairs, then we inform the Mystic Knights.”
 
Holly nodded at father’s word, seeing that she didn’t think he was wrong.
Little did she knew it at the time, that in years to come, her life and the
life of Harry Potter would one day be connected in ways she never thought
possible.
 
                                    o0OoO0o
 
14th of March 2008 - No 4 Privet Drive:
 
It was evening, and Harry found himself back at Privet Drive in his room after
a strange afternoon. First off, he found himself on Mystic Island, one place he
didn’t think he would ever see. Then he saw a strange Dragon/Human hybrid who
was one of the Healers on Mystic Island, and he found out that there were many
others like him, who were hybrids of human and beast of some kind.
 
Not only that, but he had learnt about the Mystics itself, and how they came to
be. He was shocked that there were two types of Magic Users: the first was the
Mystics, and the second was what the Mystics called the Wand Users. The Mystics
were a group that used the time old favourite of trial and error, using comics,
videos and such to learn how to use their powers, just like Harry done. As for
the Wand Users, as the name suggested, they use sticks to cast magic, and need
to know spells to learn magic. Something Harry thought was somewhat limited the
person as what they could do. Sure what he found out depending what the Mystic
decided to learn, there are a few things that a Wand User could do that a
Mystic could not, and vice versa.
 
Harry learnt that there was eight classes that first years go to, three classes
that learnt spells, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration and Charms.
In Harry option, other than maybe Charms that he learnt about, Wand Magic was
useless in most cases, as you wouldn’t really need it for everyday use.
 
Defence was good, but unless you were planning to be a magical police, you
would only need to know the basics, and not need five years worth of training
to do so. Basically you would need to learn how to shield yourself, how to
disarm the other person and a few basic defence spells just in case you can’t
run away, was enough to know for a normal everyday sort of thing.
 
As for Transfiguration, from what he heard most of the things that one could
transfigure, only last for a period of time before needing to recast the spell
- be it hours, days, weeks and sometimes months, it would need to be needed to
be re-casted. Other than using Transfiguration to defend yourself, and maybe
changing your looks and becoming an animal, there was no real use for it in the
day by day life.
 
And lastly Charms, this class Harry believed that if he had learnt what he
needed, would be the most useful of the three classes that taught spells. Like
the charms to unlock doors, levitate things, warm yourself up, dry yourself,
and summon and mend things, along with setting things on fire. Whilst there
might be more, these were the most useful spells, and ones that Wand Users
needed to learn for everyday use.
 
Then there was the non-magic classes, where you don’t need to learn spells,
Astronomy, Flying, Herbology, History of Magic and Potions. Out of those five,
Harry didn’t see the point of Astronomy, why would they need to know about
planets for? Harry didn’t ask at the time, as he was getting his head around
what he was learning, but Harry could only suspect that the planets affect
magic somehow. Although he wasn’t sure how, he had been doing magic for a while
now and use it almost daily and he had no problem so far, and so he had got no
idea how the planets could affect magic.
 
Flying Harry had no interest in, as they use brooms to do so, and he was
planning to learn to fly without one, and from what he heard, after the first
year the students wouldn’t be taking the class again. History of Magic did
sound like an interesting class at first, but then he learnt that it was taught
by a ghost, that not only go on mainly about Goblins, but sent people to sleep,
so no point taking the class if he wasn’t going to learn anything useful.
 
The only two non-magic classes Harry found interesting and useful was Herbology
and Potions, Potions as he could learn many thing to heal and defend himself
with. Herbology would allow him to learn to grow his own potion ingredients,
which would be cheaper than buying them all the time. Harry was in two mind
about going to a Wand Using School like Hogwarts, he would need to think about
the pros and cons about going and learn what else they teach, before deciding
if he’ll go or not.
 
Should he decide to go to a Wand Using School, he would have to decide if he
would go to one in Europe or not. As from what he learnt about the European
Wizarding World, was that most of the place in Europe were stuck in the Dark
Ages, and so he would have to think about the pros and cons about that and see
if the pros in learning in the European Wizarding World, would fit into his
plans for the future. Not only the Wizarding World backwards, another thing
that wasn’t going for it was that it didn’t have a backbone. They feared to say
the name of the Dark Lord Voldemort, they would call him You-Know-Who or He-
Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
 
Whilst he might understand why they would fear him after everything Voldemort
had done, but fearing to say his name only give him more power. And seeing that
it had been nearly seven years since the Dark Lord disappeared, they shouldn’t
have a problem with saying the name. Whilst he might be able to understand why
the Wizarding World feared the Dark Lord’s name, he couldn’t understand why
Muggle-Borns and Muggle-Raised would fear the name, as they should know better
growing up in the normal world learning the say, ‘Fear of a name increases fear
of the thing itself.’So why would they fear the name all of the sudden, was it
possible that they been put under a spell to do so or something? Harry wasn’t
sure, but it would be something he would look into should he go to Hogwarts.
 
Anyway, back to his time on Mystic Island, he was shocked to learn about the
place, and that most of the place was run of magic instead of electric. The
magic that was used was a magical item known as Lacrima, that powers things
like the fires in their rooms, and the street lights around the island, along
with so many other things. Once he left the preacher and the redheaded girl, he
was shocked to see what the carriages, Erebus called them Hippogriffs. A
magical creature that has the front legs, wings, and head of a giant eagle and
the body, hind legs and tail of a horse. Harry was told that Hippogriffs was
used not only to pull the carriages, but work on the field on the farms in the
underwater domes.
 
As for the town in the Mystic Island, it was full of different shops and flats
where people lived in for the people who worked in the town. The shops had
different kind of Lacrimas that people could buy, and different kind of magical
items, along with the basic items for day by day things. But before he could
buy anything, he had to go to the bank known as Gringotts, that was ran by
magical creatures known as Goblins - a highly intelligent race of small
hominids with long fingers and feet that coexist with the magical world.
 
He was shocked what he learnt at Gringotts, after making sure he done a small
test to make sure he really was Harry Potter, he learnt he had a few Vaults.
The Potter Family Vault, which had the main family money in, which had around
two million galleons, which in normal money was about ten million pounds. The
Goblins informed him the Potters were once much more richer, but with helping
in past wars with money and whatever help, they won’t as rich as they used to
be.
 
Than there was the Heirloom Family Vault, where the Potter Heirlooms were kept,
there won’t much left seeing that things were sold to defend against Dark Lords
in the past. But there were a few things still in it, one being the deeds for
the Potter Family Manor, and a few other properties.
 
The last vault was his Trust Vault that his parents set up for him, which when
he was born had, he had ten thousand galleons in it - which was fifty thousand
pounds. And over the years on his birthday, another ten thousand galleons go
into the vault. So by now he had about seventy thousand galleons, which was
about three hundred fifty thousand pounds. And unless he talked to the Account
Managers at Gringotts, he had an allowance of one hundred galleons or five
hundred pounds to spend a month. Harry also learnt that there was seventeen
Sickles in a Galleon, and twenty-nine Knuts in a Sickle, meaning there are four
hundred and ninety-three Knuts to a Galleon. He also learnt that should he sale
a Galleon, an appropriate value of the Galleon would be around twenty-four
pounds and sixty pence. When he learnt this, Harry decided to make a mental
note about it, as it might be useful at a later date.
 
Harry had to admit when he life the bank, that whilst he didn’t know what he
was suspecting that the bank would be like, but what he saw wasn’t it. It
looked like another bank, counters, cash machine and such. When Harry asked the
Account Manager why the bank seem to look like a normal bank then a more
outdated banks like the from the middle ages that he was suspect, the Manager
that before meeting the Mystics, all the banks were different and was like the
middle ages bank. But once meeting them, and learning about Muggle technology,
after some talks, the Goblins decided to work with the Mystics and update their
system.
 
So whilst their main branches would be the same, where all people would have to
go to setup an account and where the vaults would be. The smaller branches
would have the computers and cash machine and such, that would be connected to
the main ones so it would be easier to get to their money.
 
Anyway, once Harry got some money, Erebus took some shopping, the first place
they went to was a Trunk Shop to get a trunk to keep his things in. The trunk
that Harry got was made from dark red dragonhide, one of the strongest, so that
the trunk won’t be be scratched, burned, dented, or damaged in any way. It was
also keyed to Harry only, so that unless Harry allows it, only he would be able
to open it and the four compartments. The trunk also had the ability to shrink
and enlarge by a touch of a button on top of the trunk.
 
The first compartment was made from cedar, this one was to allow him to put his
clothes in. Harry had wonder if his clothes would smell as fresh after being in
the trunk, although he did like the smell and didn’t mind if it did so. It
would hold then more than a normal trunk.
 
The second compartment was sectioned off for different uses, so that it would
hold his school supplies, parchment, ink, quills, books, cauldron, potion
ingredients, his broom if he got one, and anything else you might need for
school. And like the first one, it was able to hold more than a normal trunk.
 
The third one like the others held more than a normal trunk, would hold all his
personal items, journals, letters, bank statements, galleons, muggle money, and
anything else that he didn’t want other people to see when he opened his trunk
to get his clothes or school supplies.
 
The fourth and last compartment was like the last three, being that it was
bigger, but this was had four books bookshelves, they had no real size to them
other then they fitted into the trunk, the height all depended on how much room
he needed. More room Harry needed, the bigger the bookshelves would become.
Harry was glad that he was able to arrange to take out three hundred Galleons
out of his Trust Account, as the trunk cost him a hundred and fifty Galleons to
buy, but it was worth it. Because as long as nothing happens to it, he wouldn’t
need another turn again.
 
Once Harry got his trunk, he went to different shops to buy a few things.
Mainly it was clothes that fitted him, as he didn’t want Dudley’s hand me down
much longer. Harry was surprised to see that most of the shops whilst sold
things that you would suspect to see in magical shops, most of the shops sold
Comics, DVDs, Video Games, anything that had ideas for powers the shops sold
them. Erebus explained that this was so that new potential Mystics to find the
powers they would like to learn, so it was no surprise that Harry got a few
things to help him. Not only that he got a few extra books on spells and
history of both the Mystics and the Wizarding World, so he could show
Charlotte.
 
During his time looking around the shops, Lucy reappeared, but seeing that he
didn’t know that she was there, talked mentally. Both she and Harry was shocked
at two things about the books that Harry got, one was that the pictures of the
Authors were able to move about in the frame, even disappear from it. The other
was that there were books on him, almost all of them were made out to seem to
be real, but instead they were all faction. And from what he remember hearing
about what he received money wise, he knew that he didn’t see a Knut of it.
 
When Harry asked Erebus about this, to see if there was anything he could do
about it, he learnt there was nothing he could do about it. In the Wizarding
World, there was no law against slender, and making out that what was faction
was real. Also there was no law saying that the writers would have to ask
permission to do so from Harry. And sadly seeing that they won’t part of the
Wizarding World as such, they had no say in the making and changing of the
laws.
 
However though, the idea of books of Harry and moving pictures give Harry and
Lucy an idea, one that would help them gain more money. So as Harry and Erebus
shopped, Harry and Lucy had a mental chat about their idea. The idea was of
someone on Mystic Island, creating a comic book of him as some sort of Mystic
Warrior. They needed to think some more of this before seeing someone about it.
 
After some shopping Harry asked if there was somewhere closer to shop for
Mystic Items, as Japan was too far out. This was where he learnt about Diagon
Alley, this was where Gringotts main branch for the UK could be found. Erebus
explained that with some talks between the Mystics and the Ministry of Magic,
they created a sub alley for shops Mystic Shops. But Erebus warned Harry that
there were other sub alleys other than the Mystic one, some were darker than
others, and so would need to be careful.
 
Erebus also warned Harry that before he went to Diagon Alley, he either get a
hooded cloak of his own, or something to cover his face, or learn to change his
looks. As he said earlier to the young girl Holly, there are those around that
would like nothing more but hurt the Boy-Who-Lived, as they would want to make
a name for themselves for defeating the one who got rid of the Dark Lord
Voldemort. This was something that Harry had to think about, as he had thought
about learning the skill to change his looks, but until now, he had no real
reason to do so.
 
Once Harry got everything from the shops, comics, video games, and a few light
and fire Lacrimas to try out, he had the Shadow Mystic to take him back home.
Once there he returned to Privet Drive to think. He would have went to see
Charlotte and told her what he had found out, but she was working and so
wouldn’t be at the usual place. Although he knew that Charlotte had to do what
she does to live, it ate him up, as if something within him wanted to hurt
whoever dare touch her, he felt that only he could do it and yet he didn’t
understand why. For now all Harry could do was sleep for the night, in the
morning he would decide what to do next.
 
                               To_be_Continued!
 
Author’s_Note: Here ends the fourth part of the Saga, Harry’s Childhood, I
would like to apologize again for the long time in updates, but as I said my
muse and the mood to write has not been there for me until recently. Either
way, I would like to thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.
 
I hope what I have done with the chapter, and how I set things up in the story.
I’m still looking for OC Mystics, and if you were reading the side story, I’m
looking for OC Books of Zeref’s: Etherious. If you can help me, please let me
know of any ideas you might have. Any that I like, I’ll use in this story and
give you thanks for them.
 
Either way, I would like to thank you once again for reading and I hope you
spare a few minutes to leave a review and let me know what you think of the
chapter, and any ideas you might have for the future chapters, and any powers
you would like to be used in the story.
 
Question: Got another question for you, how would you feel if I made Dudley a
Mystic in the story, it would be something that would kick Vernon in the gut
and piss him off. But I would like to know what you think, and what power
should he have should he become a Mystic?
 
Next_time_on_Rise_of_Overlord_Vulcan: In the next chapter of this story, the
story continues with the fifth part of Harry’s Childhood. In Chapter Five,
Harry’s true descent into darkness begins as he becomes Maverick, who’ll rise
the money Harry’ll need to take over the world. So read as Harry create his
alter ego Maverick, and starts becoming more dark.
 
Bate_Reader_Needed: I’m looking for a Beta Reader to help me, whilst my Beta
Reader Dovahkiinwolfghost7, is good at his work, I have had this chapter done
for two weeks and yet he had not finished betaing it, most of the time he would
keep saying he would do it tomorrow. Knowing that people have a life and often
busy, but there comes to a point where you have to say enough is enough. So to
help him out, I’m looking for another Beta Reader. So if you are good at
spellings, grammar and sentence structure, please let me know ASAP, as I need
the help. So if you’re interested in helping me please let me know, I’m after
someone who can help with coming up with original ideas and plots. Also if it
is possible, I’m looking for someone who’ll can help add and remove things from
the story to make it better, and not someone who’ll just do one or two words
here and there.
 
 
***** Chapter 5 - Harry's Childhood: Part 5 (Maverick!) *****
                                 Chapter_Five…
                                        
                          Harry’s_Childhood_-_Part_5!
                                        
                                  (Maverick!)
 
12th of April 2008 - Underground Layer:
 
It has been nearly a month since Harry learnt about the Mystics, and returned
from the Island, and now he, Lucy and Charlotte could be found in one of
Charlotte’s underground training areas underneath Surrey. During this time,
other than practicing his Fire Teleportation, and trying to close the tear in
his jumps, he was dealing with what he had learnt on Mystic Island.
 
Charlotte was shocked to learn what Harry found out about the Mystics, more so
that Harry was famous for defeating the so called Dark Lord. Just like Harry
she was shocked that they would fear the name of a person that has been gone
for almost seven years. Another thing she, like Harry, was shocked about was
why the war lasted as long as it did, all the wizards and witches had power,
and outnumbered the Death Eaters. Whilst they might not be skilled as the Dark
Mystics, they had the Mystic Knights to deal with them, and they should have
been able to deal with the Death Eaters themselves. They might not be able to
deal with the Dark Lord themselves, but there were people like Dumbledore who
could have, but they had done nothing. They had to wonder what was going on,
and it give them another reason not to fight for the Light Side as some of the
Wizarding World called it. Especially when they heard that Dumbledore was
willing to give Death Eaters and Dark Mystics a second chance, sure once they
do their time in jail and show true remorse they can be given another chance,
but not before like Dumbledore was doing and those they were doing bad things
because they were being blackmailed or was under a spell without proving it.
 
Either way, with the warning that Harry should hide who he is whilst he was in
the magical world until he got stronger, the three friends talked about how
Harry should do it. The idea of hiding behind a cloak whilst the easiest ,
wasn’t the most ideal option. As wearing a hooded cloak makes you look
suspicious, and some might try and find out who is under the cloak. Either by
trying to remove the cloak, or trying to follow them. There might be other ways
that the three didn’t think of too. No, hiding behind a cloak whilst the
easiest, was also the easiest way to get caught.
 
The only option was shapeshifting, as Harry would be able to blend in anywhere
he wanted, and no one would know it was him. The only drawback they could think
of was should Harry change into someone when another person knew they shouldn’t
be there. So for this reason, it was decided that Harry would learn how to
become invisible. The three of them thought the skill would be very useful, as
Harry would be able to move about and do more things without being noticed.
 
So over the following month, other than learning to master his other abilities
he was trying to do, he was also working to become a shapeshifter and to become
invisible - putting his plans learning to fly on hold for now. For being
invisible, he was only able to get his hand to become invisible, it wasn’t much
but it was a start. As for the shapeshifting, he was shocked at how well it was
going, he was able to change the colour of his eyes and his hair, and was
starting to changing the skin colour and the length of his hair. Harry was
surprised that his sister could transfer the information on how to transform
into his mind so easy, he knew in some way he should know it already seeing
that Lucy was part of him, but yet his sister was the one did all the work not
him.
 
Either way, he was happy that Lucy was able to do this, as it made this so much
easier, and within the next few months, he could fully alter his looks. He had
to argue with Lucy not to give him the info for being able to change into
animals or humanoid animals, something that she wanted him to be like, but at
the end allowed Harry to only change his looks as a human and nothing else. She
still got a lot to learn, and in return not to make it so that Harry could
change into animals or humanoid animals, Harry had to help her to help him to
learn more about shapeshifting. It was a strange request, but Harry decided
because deep down he wanted to learn more about it himself, it was why Lucy
said it - this was something that kept him sane with Lucy. Thinking that deep
down, it was part of what he wanted, if he thought otherwise, it would be one
of a hell of a headache.
 
Either way, back to the present, it was Saturday afternoon and Harry was
training in one of the training areas in the underground layer of his and
Charlotte’s, and he was about to take a break when Charlotte came into the
room. Seeing her, Harry said, “Hey Charlotte, I’m just finishing up trying to
turn invisible.”
 
“That’s good have you made any more progress?” asked Charlotte, as she summoned
an earth table from the ground, and two chairs.
 
“Not really no, just an inch or so,” Harry admitted to his friend, as he sat
down, “what about you. Have you given any thought about any extra powers you
might want to learn other than your Earth Abilities?” Since Harry got back from
Mystic Island with the things that he got from the island, he had asked his
friend to think about trying to learn another ability other than her Earth
Powers.
 
“To be honest with you I haven’t,” the black girl admitted to Harry, “as I just
can’t think of any abilities that would go with my Earth Powers. Other than
trying to become invisible, I don’t need to change my looks, nor do I need any
other abilities other than I already have. I think that when you have a power
like I have that you are happy with, you don’t need any other skills. I can
understand why most Mystics only want to learn one main skill, as they either
learn a skill that has a lot of potential skills to learn, or they just don’t
need to learn anything else.
 
“Then there are people like you, who want to become more powerful so that they
don’t have to feel weak ever again, and so want to learn everything they can.
Also like you, there are those who want to push themselves to see what they can
do, see where there limits are before they stop. For me other than mastering my
Earth Abilities, unless I find a skill that catches my interest, there isn’t
anything else I want to learn.”
 
Harry had never thought of it like that before, he always thought that people
didn’t learn more skills because they won’t strong enough to learn more. He
never thought that people didn’t learn more because they couldn’t find a power
to go with the skills they already had, or they were happy enough with the
power that they already had. Then there were people like him, who either found
a power to go with their other powers, or wanted to never feel weak again, or/
and wanted to see what their limits were.
 
As he was thinking about this, Charlotte said nervously, “Umm Harry, there’s
something I, err, want to talk to you about.”
 
“Oh? What is that Charlotte?” Harry asked curiously.
 
“Well I’ve been talking to Lucy for the last week and -” Charlotte began to
explain, when Harry called out, “Lucy come here please.”
 
And out of nowhere, Lucy popped onto the room, as she did so, Charlotte
muttered to himself, “I don’t think I’ll be able to get over that.” Over the
last week, Charlotte was able to see the ghost like image of Lucy, and she was
still getting used to seeing someone/thing that wasn’t meant to be real.
 
But Lucy and Harry didn’t take notice of this, as Lucy asked innocently, “Yes
brother, what’s wrong?”
 
“Sis, Charlotte said that you two have been talking,” Harry explained to his
sister, “and for some reason she is nervous about it. So what were you talking
about?”
 
“About you becoming some kind of super villain,” this came from Charlotte, “and
about what you needed.”
 
“Oh did she now?” Harry said darkly, as he give his sister a dark look, this
was one thing he didn’t want people to know about, especially Charlotte. As he
didn’t want to lose her friendship. “And are you going to tell me that I
shouldn’t or that I should stop before I start?”
 
“Oh no, not at all, instead I want to help you Harry, help you to become a true
Dark Lord.” Charlotte explained to Harry, shocking him, he was not suspecting
her to say that. Lucy just gave her brother a knowing smirk at this. “I like
you have seen how dark and corrupted the world is, in fact I know more about it
then you. In an ideal world yeah I would like it if we us our powers for good,
but we don’t live in an ideal world. Whatever good we might do, those who would
ruin it somehow, so that our good work goes for nothing. So why should we
bother being good if it does nothing?”
 
Harry wasn’t suspecting something like this from her, yes he knew she had a
hard life and didn’t trust many people because of what she had to do to live.
But he never imagined she would be like this, willing to help him to become a
Dark Lord of sorts. The way she acted, it was like she wanted to change the
world for the better, not take it over. So when Charlotte said next, he was
even more shocked, “So instead of helping them, I believe we look out for
ourselves and screw everyone else. So I’m more then happy to help you become a
Dark Lord, as at least I can trust you not to screw me over - well not just use
me and throw me away at least.”
 
“So… you and Lucy were talking about me becoming a Dark Lord, what were you
talking about?” Harry asked in interest.
 
“About the money you would need for becoming a Dark Lord,” Charlotte explained
to her friend, “Lucy told me how much you have, but as you might already
guessed it won’t be enough for what you need.”
 
“I know that,” Harry admitted to his friend, and then explained part of his
plan to get more, “that’s why I’m thinking about going to one of those Mystics,
and see if I can start a comic in my name. Seeing that I’m meant to be famous,
if I set things up right, I could get quite a bit of money from it. Not only
that, but from what I learnt from the Goblins, I’m thinking to convert all my
galleons from to normal money, before converting it back into galleons again,
and do it all over again.”
 
“Those are two great ideas,” Charlotte admitted, before pointing out a few
problems, “but that won’t be enough. First off the comics might not take off
easy, the Wizarding World is from what you told us is backwards, and so might
not take it well. And as for the Mystics, it’ll take some time before it, if
ever, takes off and sells the way you want it, and then it’ll take a while to
get the kind of money you need.
 
“And as for your selling your galleons, that is a good idea, but yet again
it’ll take a long time before you get a lot of money together. If however the
Goblins sell the galleons, they’ll need to do it over every few months. I heard
that if you sell to much gold in to small a time would the cost will come down
a lot and so you won’t be able to get as much as you want. So the Goblins would
need to move slowly with that idea.”
 
“So what idea have you and my sister came up with?” Harry asked curiously.
 
“Well some kind of, hmm underground entertainment place,” said Charlotte as she
tried to find the right words to use for her idea, “a place where people could
come and spend money.”
 
“How so?” asked Harry.
 
“From what Charlotte told me,” began Lucy, “there are many laws when it comes
gambling, selling sex, and many other things. Our idea is to use that to our
advantage, by putting it all in one place, where people would have to pay to
enter and then spend their money as much as they want.”
 
“Lucy’s right, and whilst it’ll be slow to get the money, you’ll get more over
time then you would from your ideas.” Charlotte explained, “I got a few ideas
to start us off, first is a casino where the betting well take place. Next is a
hotel, so that they could stay for the night if they want. The hotel well
combined as a brothel, so that those who can pay, can have female companionship
for the night no matter the age of the women. Not only that, but there would be
a bar and restaurant to.”
 
“Not only that brother,” Lucy began to put her idea out, “but I was thinking we
could have a Fighting Pit too. We all know that people like to watch and bet on
people fighting, but from Charlotte, people love it more if there was no rules
in the fight. And seeing that the people we’ll attract well be mainly magical,
they’ll like it more, seeing what will happen during the fight. I was thinking
that we could hire out Private Rooms, so that people could have meetings and do
whatever they like in them without the fear of the law stopping them. And our
last idea is as things come along and word gets out to the right people, we
could build an auction hall or two. This could be a place that people could
sell and buy things that they couldn’t normally get legal, like weapons, slaves
and such.”
 
Harry was amazed at the thought that they put into this, this would get the
money coming in. Yes it would take time, but as Charlotte explained, this would
being more of a turnover in the long run. Yes he would still use his ideas, but
that would be to put money into Lucy’s and Charlotte’s plan. But though there
was a few things that come to mind, so he said, “Whilst I love the ideas, I
have a few concerns. The first one would be, where would we set this all up? We
have to be careful where we do this, so that the police, both the magical and
non-magical don’t find us.”
 
“Oh I’ve already started to sort that out.” Charlotte said with a smile, “As
you know I can make underground tunnels, but I can do so much more. This last
week, I’ve began to create something like a huge underground entertainment
establishment, about three miles under London. I wanted to go feather, but it
was getting too hot to do so. We will need need to find someway to cool down
the temperature as it is.”
 
Harry was amazed that she had such an idea, and wondered how far she had gotten
with it. He didn’t have to wait long as his friend went on to say, “I’ve only
started and not sure how it’ll turn out, but I’m hoping to make it look like
the inside of a coliseum, with the likes of the fighting pits and such. Have
you ever seen a coliseum before?”
 
“I’ve read and seen pictures of them,” Harry told his friend, “they were mainly
from Rome, where they built them for their twisted entertainment, where they
would iet gladiators against other gladiators, or against wild beasts.”
 
“That’s right,” confirmed Charlotte, “and what I’m trying to do is to make this
place look like the inside of a coliseum. As you know they have the about four
or so floors where people could sit and watch the fighting, well I want to try
and do something different. You know how the floors were set up don’t you, like
a football stadium, where behind the seats were food and other small football
shops.” Harry nodded, he had heard about them and read about them, but that’s
it.
 
“Well I was thinking the fitting pits would have at least for smaller pits
installed, where people could walk around watching people fight against each
other, and if they don’t want to watch up close, they could watch in the stands
on the ground floor.” Charlotte went on to explain what she wanted to do. “I’m
thinking to have at least three floors above the fitting pits, the first two
floors would have the Private Rooms, Casino, Bars and Restaurants. And in time
once we get a name for ourselves in the underground world, I was thinking of
building one or two Auctions Houses. And as for the last floor, I was thinking
that would be for a hotel, so that people could spend the night there should
they want to.”
 
Harry was amazed at the idea, he knew that his friend had put a lot of thought
into this. But he had a few concerns about the idea, and so he had to put them
out there and so asked, “Although that is a great idea Charlotte, how are
people meant to get to this place? I don’t think you would be able to use your
powers to bring so many people there a day, you would be tired with hours of
doing so.”
 
“I know, and which is why I won’t be doing it.” Charlotte explained with a
smile, “I have a friend called Blink, who has got a power to create portals at
well, that allow her anywhere in the country. She’s about eleven years old, and
like me is on the game, and is trying to find a way off it. But like me, she
cannot yet, as she has no one to look out for her, and need to be on it for the
money to live. But with this idea if you agree to it, she would be able to come
off the game, and able to live and work with us. She could use her portals to
allow people to get here.”
 
It sounded like that Charlotte’s friend had copied the powers from the X-Men
character called Blink. Who also was able to create portals at will, and it
would seem that Charlotte’s friend called herself after the character. “Hmm,
that’s one less worry, but what is stopping people from finding us?” asked
Harry, “In time the law will be knocking at our door to stop us, how are you
going to stop that?”
 
“Lucy and I are still working that out.” Charlotte admitted with a sigh, “But
we do have at least two ideas how to deal with that problem. The first idea is
that I create another area, a Meeting Chamber of sorts, far away from the
entertainment establishment, and Blink could use her powers to take them to our
establishment. But before she would do that, they would have to their clothes
searched and leave any items that they have within the chamber. And should they
find a way to get some kind of item to help them trick our establishment, I was
thinking we could ask the Goblins to set up wards to prevent this.”
 
“Okay, what about who’ll work for us?”asked Harry.
 
“Again, we’re still working that out, but I was hoping that the Goblins could
help us with that as well.” admitted Charlotte, “From what I’ve been able to
find out about them from the books you got, they can do almost anything as long
as you got the money to make it happen. But for the brothel, I know a lot of
girls and women who’ll be willing to work for you, and if you agree to this,
when you get older you won’t find your bed empty at night.”
 
Harry could only blush at this, as he realized what Charlotte was getting at,
and she and her sister smirked at him. Trying not to let them win, he acted as
if nothing was going on and asked, “Why would they want to work for me?”
 
“Mainly to get away from their pimps, the ones that control them and set up the
clients for them.” Charlotte informed Harry, “Most pimps beat them, and give
them drugs to control them. Many on the game want to get away from pimps, but
they have nowhere else to go, and need the money. Another problem is that, the
pimps take most of the money the ladies earn, making it hard for them to get
away from their pimps. They enjoy what they do, but not how their pimps treat
them. If I told them there was another place where they can do what they love,
but treated fairly without getting beaten, won’t have take drugs, and get paid
much better, I think there’ll be more then willing to work for you.”
 
“Okay four more things, I can think of right now. The first is where are we
meant to get all the things we need to run this idea of yours?” asked Harry,
“We don’t have the money to buy the things that you need.”
 
“Oh that’s not really a problem,” Charlotte said with a smirk, “I’ve got a
friend who has got a client who runs a huge company that sells most of the
things we need. But is in deep debt, and him and his business are being
investigated. He often mentions to her that he wished that someone would either
steal all of the things there, or burn it down, so he could claim the insurance
and clear his debts - as of right now he can’t sell anything until the
investigation is over. He can’t do it or be part of it, as not only would he
not get the insurance money, but we would all end prison. So if we stole and
set fire to his warehouses so that he could get the insurance, he would owe us
and might be able to send others like him to us. That way we can get what we
want and not pay for it.”
 
Harry could only smile darkly at the thought of being able to burn things down,
and get what they needed, he loved the idea and so was more then happy to do it
if it meant he could burn things. Although he wanted to hear more, he had a few
more things to ask, “These are all good ideas, but what do you get out of it?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful and honoured you would be willing to help me
with this when you don’t have, in fact I was more or less suspecting you to
tell me I can’t do this, or running for the hills. But I have learnt that no
one does anything for free, so what do you want out of this?”
 
Charlotte smiled at this, seeing that her friend was taking this point of view,
it would help him a lot in the future. WIth a smile she said, “I don’t want
anything more than to be the Madam of the brothel. Whilst I want to be off the
game, so that I don’t have to fuck anyone else, I know that there are many
who’ll still want to do it as they like it too much to stop or they know
nothing else apart for being some sort of sex thing for people to fuck. Whilst
I can’t do anything to change their minds, I can help and protect them from
those who mean them harm. And as a Madam, not only can I make sure they are
safe, but I can make it so they are healthy, clean and taken care off. And
should you agree to this, as I said, I’ll make sure that you’ll never have to
sleep alone when you get older.”
 
Harry had to once again blush as he heard this, he wasn’t sure how he felt
about that, but the images he was having didn’t help. As he knew that he
shouldn’t be thinking such things at his age, but he was going through early
puberty. That would explain why he was feeling like this. But he could see why
Charlotte wanted to do this, to protect those women, even if it meant becoming
dark to do so. If Harry was an innocent and naive boy he use to be, he would
feel somewhat guilty at this, but he wasn’t.
 
“If you’re suspecting me to be in charge of this underground establishment,
it’ll be difficult.” Harry explained to his sister and Charlotte, “Even with
becoming a Shapeshifter to change my looks so that people wouldn’t know I was
‘Harry Potter,’ people wouldn’t trust a child to run such a place. Ouch, what
was that for Lucy?” Harry asked as Lucy hit him around the head.
 
“For being an idiot,” Lucy said as shock her head in disappointment, “you think
that we’re only going to use Shapeshifting to change what you like as a child?
You can be so dumb, I sometimes wonder what you’d do without me and Charlotte
here. I’m going to show you how to change your height, and making your skin
look older and such. So by the time we are ready to make our move, you can look
like someone older and with another name.”
 
“Hmm, you seemed to put some thought into this for only a week of planning,”
Harry said thoughtfully, although he could see that his sister’s plan was a
good one, “I bet you even got a name already picked out for me too.”
 
“Who said anything about me planning for this for a week,” Lucy admitted with a
knowing smirk, “I was only planning this with Charlotte for about a week. I’ve
been thinking about this for a long time, as I knew that should you ever decide
to become a super villain, you would need money and have been thinking about
ways in getting it. It was only in the last week with the help of Charlotte,
that I, I mean we got a reasonable plan that might work to get the money. And
to be honest yes I have a name picked out for you: Maverick. No other name than
Maverick, it would be a title of sorts, it means someone who doesn’t follow the
law as such, but bends and twist it, even breaks it to fit their own needs. I’m
not saying we use it for your Dark Lord name, but for gaining the money to do
so.”
 
“You have one twisted mind Harry.” Charlotte said to Harry as she realized how
much work Lucy had actually put into this plan of hers, and knowing that she
was part of Harry’s mind. It didn’t mean that she was against the plan, seeing
that she helped with it, but it was the fact that she had put so much thought,
meaning that Harry most of done too in a deep part of his mind.
 
“Hey don’t look at me,” Harry defended himself as he held his hands up, “I’ll
admit I have a dark and twisted mind, and Lucy came from it. But whatever comes
from Lucy’s mouth now days is all her nowadays, she often thinks up things that
I don’t. So her thoughts and ideas for this are mostly all her.”
 
Charlotte could only shacked her head at this, the more she heard about Lucy,
the more she like Harry was amazed by the type of magic that created her. Sure
Harry made her up, but magic give her life and made her do whatever it is she
could do. Either way, as she was thinking about this, her friend asked,
“Finally, how am I going to run this establishment? I’m a child and so have no
idea how such things should be runned.”
 
“That’s not a problem,” Charlotte said with a smile, “one of my clients used to
be an Underground Pit Boss for the Mob, he ran an underground casino and had
his hands in a few other jobs. I’m going to meet him later tonight, so I’ll be
asking him if he can help you train you in these things.”
 
“Why would someone like him help a nobody child like me for?” Harry asked
curiously.
 
“Two reasons, first is that he always wanted to pass on the knowledge he gained
over the years, but yet he never found someone he could trust not to stab him
in the back.” Charlotte explained to her friend, “And I mean literally stab him
in the back. Whilst there are many people who would want to learn from him,
there’s just as many who want him dead too. As for the second reason, he owes
me a few favours, and I could call them in to help you.”
 
“Do you think he’ll really help me if you asked?” asked Harry.
 
“I do believe he will.” said Charlotte.
 
“Well I can’t see the harm Harry.” Lucy said thoughtfully.
 
“You’re right Lucy, I can’t see the harm of Charlotte asking this person,” said
Harry, “the worse he can do is say no. So for now though, we should talk more
about this idea of yours. Whilst it is a good one, we need to start off with
something small and work up to this huge coliseum idea of yours. We’ll be new
and people won’t know if they can trust us or not, so until we are well known
it is better to start of small. And as we get more well known and trusted, we
could use that money to make your coliseum idea even better.”
 
The girls had to admit that Harry was right, they were aiming too big, too
soon, as they won’t be known in the underworld, and people wouldn’t trust
something like they were planning so soon. It would be better if they started
small like Harry suggested, and slowly grow bigger over time as they get a
reputation. So until Charlotte had to go to work, they began to talk about how
to deal with this new idea and where to place it, along with what to call their
establishment.
 
From that day, Maverick was born, and over the next few months the three of
them planned what their establishment, and what Maverick should look like. The
first thing that they done to deal with this was to get the money, as the old
say goes, to make money you need to speed money. So the first week they went to
Diagon Alley to visit the Goblins at Gringotts, about selling his gold as he
planned.
 
It took awhile to sell his seventy thousand galleons, seeing that the Goblins
were against selling the galleons into the Muggle World. Something about
treaties with the Ministry of Magic, to keep the Muggle World from accidentally
learning about the Magical World. However, agreeing that Gringotts would get
ten percent of the money, and getting the galleons altered a bit, the Goblins
agreed to sell Harry’s galleons into pounds before some of it would be turned
into galleons again. Seventy thousand galleons would go back into Harry’s Trust
Vault, the rest would go into a new Vault under the name Maverick, which no one
to know who really owned it. And as long as Harry didn’t do anything against
Gringotts, the Goblins wouldn’t tell anyone that he owned the vault.
 
Anyway, the Goblins were able to sell the galleons at twenty-five pounds a
coin, to total one million, seven hundred and fifty thousand pounds. Out of
that one hundred seventy thousand pounds was given to the Goblins. Half of the
money would stay in pounds, where the rest of it would become galleons which
would be: eighty seven thousand five hundred galleons. Harry asked the Goblins
to to take seventy thousand galleons from the Maverick Vault every so often and
repeat the process, but keep the money in the Maverick Vault.
 
And whilst he was at Gringotts, he talked to them about getting staff for his
establishment. The Goblins suggested that for cleaning and cooking staff, he
should get some magical creatures known as House-Elves from a place down
Knockturn Alley. They explained that House-Elves were the ideal staff for
Harry, as they would keep his secrets, and would normally stay of sight unless
told otherwise. As for the other staff that Harry would need, Dealers, Cashiers
and such, they would look into it, but they would be willing Harry to hire a
few young Goblins as Cashiers.
 
They explained that this would allow Harry the people he needed, and give the
young Goblins who want to work at Gringotts, the experience working with money
and people. So it would work out not only for Harry, but for Gringotts too, as
they would have a place to send the new bankers to learn how to deal with money
and people.
 
After dealing with things in Gringotts for now, Harry went to the Mystic Alley
to see if he could create the comic book as him as an Earth Mystic in it. Harry
had to ask around, but he was able to find a comic publisher, and after some
talks they agreed to do such a comic, even a few story books about him and he
would have about ten percent of the sells once they come out.
 
Not long after sorting out his money problems for their establishment, Harry
helped out one of Charlotte’s friends clients by stealing from their warehouses
and burning down said warehouses. This help Harry get the furniture needed for
their plans, the furniture was high styled stuff too, which was even better.
And over the following months before the establishment opened, Harry done two
more jobs like this to get even more furniture that they would need.
 
Other than dealing with the money, getting furniture, Harry meet with the
former Pit Boss known as Bowser came and taught Harry what he needed to run
such an establishment. One of the things that Bowser told Harry he should do
was to hide the identities of the people that worked for him by wearing masks,
so that if the police were able to enter the establishment undercover, they
could not find out who they were. And although he would be looking like someone
else, he would still need to wear a mask too, as it would be suspicious if he
didn’t. Something Harry would have to decide about later.
 
And by December of that year, Harry was able to change his looks to a twenty-
five year old black bald man, with a scar across his left eye, and on his arms.
The idea was to make him stand out, make it so that people won’t think about
pushing him around. At this time with the help of the Goblins, the
establishment The Underground Asylum (A/N if you guys can think of another
name, I would like to hear it.) opened.
 
                               To_be_Continued!
 
Author’s Note: Here ends the fifth part of the Harry’s Childhood Saga, I would
like to thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.
 
I hope what I have done with the chapter, and how I set things up in the story.
I’m still looking for OC Mystics, and if you were reading the side story, I’m
looking for OC Books of Zeref’s: Etherious. If you can help me, please let me
know of any ideas you might have. Any that I like, I’ll use in this story and
give you thanks for them.
 
Either way, I would like to thank you once again for reading and I hope you
spare a few minutes to leave a review and let me know what you think of the
chapter, and any ideas you might have for the future chapters, and any powers
you would like to be used in the story.
 
Next time on Rise of Overlord Vulcan: Unless you the readers can think of
anything to add for Harry’s Childhood, I’ll be closing things up so that I can
start Harry’s first year at Hogwarts.
 
Harry’s Powers: Jump, Summoning, Levitating, Banishing and Repairing,
Shapeshifting, invisibility, creating and launching small spheres of earth, and
low powered projectiles of earth.
 
Lucy’s Powers: Other than the powers that Harry had, they were low powered, her
main skills were the following: Shapeshifting and the ability to change into
animals, humans and humanoid animals, cloning, and another pair of arms to grow
out of the side of her body.
 
Charlotte’s Powers: Earth Abilities…
 
Thought of the Day: Why Snape and Dumbledore are part of the problem within the
Wizarding World… (I know that it isn’t a real world, but this is something that
bothers me.)
 
There’ll be many of you who’ll be shouting at me saying that they are the good
guys: what I have to say is this. Yes they might be the good guys, who want to
save people’s lives and defeat the Dark Forces in the world. But to me, in the
long run, they are part of the problem within the Wizarding World. Before you
say I’m a basher of the characters, which is true, but here is my thought as to
why I think they are a problem to their world.
 
Let’s start of with Snape and how he was the reason behind the lack of Healers
and Aurors, you might not think so but think about it. Look how at his attitude
towards anyone who’s not Slytherin, look at poor Neville Longbottom. Yes he
needs to be hard as it is a dangerous class, but if he actually showed them
what to do, and tell them where they are going wrong they would be better at
the class. All he does is to make snide remarks and sneers at people. This is
the reason why many people quit the class after their OWL’s, because of his
attitude towards him. That’s even if they get the O in their the OWL’s to get
into the next year, with the way he teaches is hard to do.
 
Now with Dumbledore, he is the reason for Snape being at Hogwarts and let him
get away with the way he acts, any other Headmaster would force the teacher to
act more properly as they should act. Then it is the Defence Against the Dark
Arts Class, he believed that the class was cursed and yet he done nothing to
change it, he didn’t get a Curse Breaker to see if there was one and have it
removed, and if they couldn’t, he could rename the class, change rooms or start
a new class to deal with the problem. Now for two other classes, History of
Magic and Muggle Studies: why keep a ghost teacher if only going on mainly
about Goblins, and sending people to sleep. How were any of the students meant
to learn anything, so that they won’t repeat past mistakes? As for Muggle
Studies, why keep a class that’s so out of date from what I remember of the
class?
 
Now the other problems that Dumbledore made for the Wizarding World, he has
three important jobs: The Headmaster to Hogwarts. Chief Warlock of the
Wizengamot, who has the final say in Wizengamot, which is wizarding Britain’s
high court of law, when the votes are undecided or deals with people who can’t
agree with something and things get out of hand. And lastly he is the Supreme
Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, which is a wizarding
intergovernmental organisation, roughly equivalent to the United Nations.
 
Seeing he was famous and respected for defeating the Dark Lord Gellert
Grindelwald, so he could use his power as Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump to
help and make up laws to make their world better, but he did not - seeing that
people listened to him at the time, he could have made the world better. He let
things stay as they were, and let things get worse. Or he could have started to
change the children’s mind whilst they were at Hogwarts, it is at school where
people form opinions and thoughts that’ll make them into the person they’ll
become in the future. But once again Dumbledore done nothing to change this,
and allowed Purebloods get away with calling Muggle-Borns Mudbloods, and allow
people get away with bullying.
 
I know that there are others to blame for the way the Wizarding World was the
way it is, but Snape and Dumbledore, Dumbledore mainly, are part of the problem
of the Wizarding World.
 
***** Chapter 6 - Harry's Childhood: Part 6 (End of Harry’s Childhood!) *****
                                 Chapter_Six…
                                        
                          Harry's_Childhood_-_Part_6!
                                        
                          (End_of_Harry’s_Childhood!)
 
31st July 2011 - No 4 Privet Drive:
 
It has been about two and a half years since The Underground Asylum opened, and
since then a lot has changed. We find Harry in the living room of No 4 Privet
Drive, which was a rare event for him, as he would be either in his room, at
Underground Asylum as Maverick or in his underground training area training his
powers. The reason he was at his uncle’s and aunt’s place, who were out for the
day, was because he was waiting for someone from Hogwarts to pick him up to
take him to Diagon Alley - which was the main reason the Dursleys weren't
there. So they wouldn’t be around another freak. Not if they were like the
little monster that was Harry Potter.
 
Now as Harry was waiting for whoever was going to pick him up, he thought about
what happened since The Underground Asylum opened. To start off with The
Underground Asylum opened, its reputation grew within the Underworld of Crime.
 
When Harry first opened Underground Asylum, he thought it would be hard seeing
that the Wizarding World tried to alter the memories of Muggles who found out
about magic. But it wasn’t the case, it would seem that little did the
Wizarding World knew, as much as they tried to hide the fact that magic was
real, it would seem that the Criminal World knew more than the Wizarding World
knew. So Harry was able to do more much easier than he first thought.
 
It had it rough patches at the start, but that was slowly dealt with. Sure at
the moment people could easily find them, if they wanted to, even if they had
removed everything before entering the Asylum. They could use spell on the
person, or put a magical item into their body, they could still be found.
Luckily they haven’t been found yet, and if they did, whoever found them
haven’t done anything yet. But that should be dealt with before the main
Underground Asylum opened.
 
As Maverick, he worked with the Gringotts on an idea he had, that would block
someone’s power as long as they wore it. He got the idea from watch an episode
of X-Men, in it the government invented a collar that blocks mutant powers. But
the problem was that people wouldn’t wear such an item without a good reason,
which is why he was working with the Goblins. Harry had an idea which would
make it so they had to wear it if they want to enter the Asylum, and helped him
with another problem: cheaters.
 
At the moment they would enter the Meeting Chamber, they would pay and change
in another set of clothes and wear a mask to protect them, and leave
everything, even their wands, in a sealed container that only that person could
use. Then once they entered the Asylum, they got their chips from the counters
and played the games. The thing is that those who were Mystics and was able to
use Wandless Magic, could still cheat and steal from others. This was why Harry
could explain why they would have to wear such an item, apart for stopping any
magical tracking items, it would stop any cheating and theft.
 
And Harry got an idea from hearing about an item that sometimes used in games
or a comic, he couldn’t remember where, that kept track of the money the person
used and gained. They would have to scan the item over a scanner to add money
to the item, or to use it. So if he could copy this item, and combine it so
that people can’t use any sort of magic, he was sure people would wear it if
they wanted to keep going to Underground Asylum. And seeing that they can only
enter at relay points that Blink decided on, his punters know that they
wouldn’t be busted by the police easily, unlike other illegal places that they
went to. And it was a much better set up to for them to, as many underground
betting places wasn’t as it used to be. Underground betting places used to have
music, women, drinking and so more, like the Asylum had, but because of tighter
policing, they had to do what they wanted in dark and gloomy places.
 
Blink was a God send, she was the same age as Charlotte, but she had purple
skin and hair, as she liked the character Blink so much that her magic turned
her skin to look like the character. But not only did she have the power of
Blink, she had a few powers of Psylocke from the X-Men Comics, at the moment
she was able to use the Telekinesis Abilities that Psylocke had, such as  Force
Fields and Telekinetic Weapons - which come out purple. Up ‘til recently, she
didn’t bother with learning Psylocke’s Telepathy Abilities, as she wanted to
learn skills that would able to protect her. But now she had said skills, she
had began to see if she could learn Psylocke’s Telepathy Abilities.
 
Because of this, Charlotte’s and Blink’s former clients, and their friends
clients, who were the first lot to come to Underground Asylum, told their
friends that they trusted about the place. And over time more and more people
came, and over time they had to make the temporary Asylum bigger. Allowing them
able to put more things into the temporary Asylum.
 
Back to Harry’s idea, seeing that he didn’t know how to combine the two ideas
of his, he went to Gringotts for help. If they didn’t know how to do it, they
might know someone who could. Sadly they didn’t know, they liked the idea of
it, they agreed to put their researchers into making such an item. Harry got
the feeling that they wanted to sell such an item to people, so he made a deal
with them, if they were able to make the item, they had to give him as many of
them as he wanted for free, and give him thirty percent of the sells.
Surprisingly, they Goblins were more than enough happy to do so. So henceforth,
Harry had another possible income coming to him. That was about a year ago that
he talked to the Goblins about it, and it would seem that they were close into
making them, about another few months or so. Which made Harry happy, as until
such time, he couldn’t open the main Asylum, which would allow him to offer his
punters more.
 
On a personal note about the Asylum, as Maverick, Charlotte had him have at
least two woman by his side at all time, who only wear black lace knickers.
Charlotte explained that this was because it would show who owned Asylum, and
the importance he was to the place. And on the word of Bowser, he had two
enforcers who were Mystics following him, so that should fights start up, they
could deal with it. It didn’t mean that as Maverick, Harry didn’t do anything,
people knew him as an Earth Mystic, who used his powers should he have to. This
was Harry’s and Charlotte’s idea, as it would make people think that it was
Harry who created the Asylum, and so shouldn’t be bothered with.
 
As the years passed since the Asylum opened, the Asylum and the name Maverick
gained a good reputation. Because Maverick the boss of the Underground Asylum,
where people could go and bet and pay for sex without the police getting at
them. And because there were a few private rooms, they could have meetings
without fear of others finding out what was being said. This was one of the
reasons why so many came to Underground Asylum, they could do what they like -
as long as they don’t make problems for the establishment - and not worry
getting caught. Harry couldn’t wait for the Goblins to finish the item that
would block people using magic, as he then could open up the main Underground
Asylum, and get more people in.
 
Now when he wasn’t running the Asylum, doing school work, or working on the
main Asylum, he was training with Lucy and Charlotte. He kept up with his old
training, mainly his shapeshifting, invisibility (which he now could be fully
invisible for about an hour.) Also he was working on his earth abilities (which
he could do almost everything that Charlotte could do but he was not as
powerful,) and his fire abilities. One of his fire abilities he was working on,
was his Pyroportation, or better known as Fire Teleportation,  and Jumping
Skills: for his Jumping ability, he was now Jump to France and Ireland, he
suspected he could go anyway if he wanted to, but seeing that he had no reason
at the moment he didn’t try.
 
As for his training with Pyroportation, Harry was able to do so with a few
months after the Asylum was opened, but it was only with a few meters of where
he was. Harry was able to gain the ability about three months after Asylum was
opened. To begin with Harry was only able to fire teleport about five metres
from where he was, but over time he was able to teleport feather and feather
away.
 
Another ability he was working on, was how to make weapons out of fire, like
swords and axes. It was within the last few months he also decided that
spamming fireballs, and other projection attacks was both wasteful and not very
useful when people got up close and personal in a fight. So he decided to make
his fire ability so he can fight in close range fights, the most he could do
right now was a small digger.
 
He wasn’t only training on his old skills, but he had started to learn a few of
the new ones that he wanted to learn for a while now. The first was learning to
fly as he wanted to do for some time: it took a while but he he learnt that if
he manipulated his fire right, he was able to fly; just like the the Human
Torch from the Fantastic Four comics. It took some time, but before his tenth
birthday Harry had learned how to fly without any mishaps. He could never get
very high, since he didn't want to be spotted, but he did it whenever he could
get away with it; he felt free, alive, in the air. It was like he was born to
be in the air.
 
Next, he finally started to learn to transform into something like the Ghost
Rider. He started off small, his tiny toe, as if couldn’t turn it back, no one
would be able to see it. After months of training, and Lucy and Charlotte
encouraging him, Harry was able to transform his whole leg into a skeleton leg.
It took a while to get used to walk on it, but when he could he did he learnt
he started on his other leg. Over time Harry was able to transform both his
legs and arms into only bone, he had yet started his head or body yet, as he
didn’t have the courage to do so. The reason for it was because the head or
body held the important parts of him that kept him living, and until he could
find a way to learn a way to transform without the risk of dying he wasn’t
going to do more just yet.
 
Anyway, other than learning his Ghost Rider’s powers, he begun to learn a few
demonic powers to go with them. It was before his tenth birthday, and at first
Harry wasn’t sure which demonic power to pick, after talking about it, Lucy
decided it was for the best that he tries to summon demonic creatures. She
explained that whilst he'll gain followers and allies in the future, before
that and even after finding them, he'll often find himself fighting alone and
need someone to back him up, and so being able to summon demonic creatures help
with that.
 
So when Harry got the time when he wasn’t training his other skills, Harry
tried to summon a demonic creature. It took a while seeing that he had a lot on
his plate, but by the end of last month, he was able to summon two skeleton
warriors to his side. He just wished his sister was here to see it.
 
Magical training was the only thing that Harry was learning, he was learning to
street fight on the advice of Bowser. The former Pit Boss emphasised that Harry
should learn how to fight without magic, as one day he might run into someone
who is either stronger than him, or for whatever reason, he could not use his
magic. Harry had to admit that the former Pit Boss had a point, and so agreed
to have one of Bowser’s friends train him in street fighting when he got the
time.
 
All things said though, there is an old saying, all good things come to an end,
and in Harry’s case, the good time with his sister had came to an end. You see
like all imaginary friends, over time the often slowly disappears - just like
Lucy did.
 
You see since the Underground Asylum opened, over the next year and a half,
Harry was either busy with school, training or running the Asylum. Because of
this, Harry was so caught up in everything that was happening that he didn’t
realize her advice becoming less and less frequent and she was appearing less
and less. He only thought she was talking to either Charlotte or their new
friend Blink, who after being friends with Harry for a few months could see
her.
 
It wasn’t until Harry woke up on his tenth birthday and didn’t hear his
sister’s customary good morning and birthday greeting that he realized what was
happening; he was devastated at this. With Lucy, he wouldn’t be where he was
today, he wouldn’t have found out about his powers, have a healthy body, had
friends, or even own Asylum. So it was no wonder that he was devastated, Lucy
was everything to him and now she was gone.
 
But with the thanks to Charlotte, Blink and Bowser, he was eventually able to
recover from losing Lucy. But he would often think back to the times with his
imaginary sister fondly. Those times that he wasn’t alone, those were good
times. Even now he would use what he thought she would do in the situations he
found himself in to get out of trouble.
 
She was the one who helped and give him the confidence to mould to his sly and
smart side, giving him the idea to keep things from people, teaching him how to
lie convincingly and with the help of Charlotte, help him create the
Underground Asylum.
 
The ability to lie convincingly was a useful skill to have, and it came in
handy many times when his pyromaniac tenancies got the best of him, now that he
didn’t have a sister to caution him against such behaviour, and he was found at
the scene of a fire more often. Sure he had the others, but they won’t Lucy who
had a bit power on controlling his behaviour when he got out of hand.
 
The Mystic Knights came round the area to find the 'Mysterious Firebomber,'  a
name that the papers began to call him for the jobs he did for people who
wanted their insurance money. At first they didn’t think it was him, but seeing
that he was at the scene of the fires more often, and knowing he was a Fire
Mystic, they began to question him. But thanks to no proof being left that he
had anything to do with the fires, they couldn’t do anything to him at the
moment.
 
Either way time passed about a few weeks before eleventh birthday, he got a
Hogwarts letter that he was suspecting he would get. At first he wasn’t sure
how to handle the letter, should he send a reply or not, and if so, how should
he reply to it. Harry knew that it was most likely Dumbledore that sent him to
his aunt’s and uncle’s if what he found out was true, and if so he would most
than likely knew how he would be treated and suspect and hoping that Harry
wouldn’t learn much about magic. So this way he could send someone to rescue
him, and bring him into the Wizarding World. It didn’t help that the letter
didn’t tell him where to get his things, and how to reply when there was no owl
waiting for him with said reply. Making Harry wonder what to do… should he go
to Hogwarts or not, if he couldn’t trust the Headmaster.
 
After talking to Charlotte, Blink and Bowser, it was decided that it was for
the best to go to Hogwarts, so he could gain allies from his own age range. The
problem was how to handle Dumbledore, as they didn’t what his plans were for
Harry. It was after getting the same letter in two days in a row, they knew
something was up, as normally they would not send a second letter so soon. So
it was either wait until Dumbledore had enough of sending letters until he sent
someone to get Harry, or send a reply now.
 
After the third day of three letters appearing, it was decided that Harry
should reply, informing the Headmaster he would be coming. But at the same
time, informing the Headmaster that he didn’t trust him, this is so that the
old man knew where each other stood.
 
It was about two days later that Harry got a letter from Albus Dumbledore,
saying that he could send someone to take him into Diagon Alley on his
birthday. He couldn’t send someone sooner, as everyone who could do so, was
busy and couldn’t help until then.
 
So here he was, waiting for whoever would be picking him up to take him to
Diagon Alley, when there was a loud thumping sound, and the room felt like it
was in a small earthquake. Standing up Harry went, to the door to see who did
this.
 
As Harry opened the door, he saw a giant of a man was standing in the doorway.
His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a
wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black
beetles under all the hair. Harry was somewhat amazed at the size of the man,
and had to wonder if he was a half-giant he read about in one of the books he
got from Diagon Alley one time.
 
“Can I help you sir?” asked Harry. He suspected that he was the one who was
picking him up to take him to Diagon Alley, but he wanted to make sure it was.
 
“Greetings, I’m Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts.”
introduced the man giant.
 
                               To_be_Continued!
 
Author’s_Note: Here ends the sixth and final part of the Harry’s Childhood
Saga, I hope you have enjoyed this saga, I would like to thank you for reading,
and I hope you enjoyed it. I know that some of you might think that this saga
was boring, and I’ll admit it was in a way, but I was setting up things for
Harry’s time at Hogwarts and what is going to happen during the next few years
there.
 
I hope what I have done with the chapter, and how I set things up in the story.
I’m still looking for OC Mystics, and if you were reading the side story, I’m
looking for OC Books of Zeref’s: Etherious. If you can help me, please let me
know of any ideas you might have. Any that I like, I’ll use in this story and
give you thanks for them.
 
Either way, I would like to thank you once again for reading and I hope you
spare a few minutes to leave a review and let me know what you think of the
chapter, and any ideas you might have for the future chapters, and any powers
you would like to be used in the story.
 
Next_time_on_Rise_of_Overlord_Vulcan: Next time on Overlord Vulcan, it’ll be an
interlude about Dumbledore, and his thoughts about the Mystics, and how they
had changed things and they have affected his plans so far.
 
Beta_Reader_Needed: I'm looking for a Beta Reader to help me, if you are good
at spellings, grammar and sentence structure, please let me know ASAP, as I
need the help. So if you're interested in helping me please let me know, I'm
also after someone who can help with coming up with original ideas and plots -
this bit is optional. Also if it is possible, I'm looking for someone who'll
can help add and remove things from the story to make it better, and not
someone who'll just do one or two words here and there.
 
End Notes
     Thanks for reading, but I would like to ask to spare a few minutes
     and leave a comment to what you think of the story. As Feedback is
     important to us writers, as it helps make use better and give us the
     change to see what you think of the story, and where to go next.
     Without you, we cannot write our works... so please spare a few
     moments to tell me what you think, and what you would like to see
     happen next/
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