Disclaimer: I do not own the HP series, if I did I wouldn't be drawling away on a keyboard at school now would I? I give all credit to JKR. All I own is this pen name, and all characters that I create within the world of HP.

A/N: This is my first story so chill lol:p

Harry Potter and the Discovery of Power

(Privet Drive Number 4)

A boy sit hunched over a creaking desk with his light barely visible in the darkened sky. Was he reading something magical or not? Was this boy special in any sort of way? Did he have any friends who cared about his well being?

The answer is no. Harry Potter sat at his desk reading wizarding level spells grade 2 by Miranda Goshhawk. "How can they do this to me? Putting me back with these ruddy relatives of mine. This is almost as bad as Professor Snape's class. What is a runt suppose to do wait around here all day for somebody to try to kill me once more. I am tired of being told what to do. I am tired of being pushed around by that fat pugsly kid of a relative named Dudley". "I know how you feel, I was the same way as you at your age, and people just don't understand your ways and needs? Do they? I can teach you so much. What do you say?"

"Who's there? Man, I must really be losing it I'm talking to myself now. Grr, I have to get out of this house. I will go crazy soon if I don't do something." "Poor unfortunate boy, I could show you power, show you how to get revenge. Do you want it? Power? Revenge? The feeling that someone is just like you? ""No get out of my head whoever you are!" "No…well just…think on it why don't you?"