Breaking Point

Chapter 1: Coming to terms.

Edited – 19th July, 2019

A/N: Just to let you know, that this story is based at the start of Sixth Year and will showcase a grey, but not dark Harry. Who will become very powerful but not godlike. Also, harem wise, I have Fleur and Nymphadora already decided. I might possibly add Daphne if the story progresses that way. If you have someone else in mind let me know and I'll consider it. But the limit for the harem will be only four girls and no more. That doesn't necessarily mean that four girls will be in the harem as I might just stick with Fleur and Nymphadora.

"Normal Speech."

'Normal Thought.'

"Spells/Translations."

Letters/Books.

The sun had long since set on Privet Drive, its inhabitants enjoying the blissful embrace of sleep. The rain was light, pattering gently against the window creating a soothing tempo that lulled those inside to sleep. Everything was serene and perfect; normal. All except for one inhabitant of Privet Drive.

This inhabitant resided in Number 4 Privet Drive and he was not your ordinary individual. No you see, this was Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.

He sat curled up in a small ball, his knees brought up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. His head rested against the tops of his knees as he stared vacantly out the window up at the moon. His face was pale and deep bags were underneath his puffy, red eyes indicating a distinct lack of sleep that was unhealthy and deep sadness. They conveyed it all, tiredness, loneliness, sadness, anger and above all; fear. The fear of forever losing those he cares about.

Sighing, Harry spread his legs out and let his head fall back against his bed. He didn't know what to do with himself. Ever since his godfather, Sirius Black, the only person he ever saw as a father figure was gone, every minute that passed by reminded him of how alone he was. His friends weren't responding to any of his letters and the only letter he had received had been from Dumbledore telling him to stay at Privet Drive. No consoling or reassurance that things would get better, just a short and simple sentence.

Not that he should have expected anything more, after all, he did nearly completely destroy the Headmasters office in a fit of rage.

The only upside to this was that the Dursley were actually leaving him alone and feeding him properly as a result of Mad-Eye Moody being his usual self and threatening them. Not that he was hungry. The very thought of food made him physically sick and so he ate the bare minimum.

A pecking sound made him look up to see Hedwig at the windows, something clutched tightly in her talons. He smiled, – the first one of the summer – happy to see his first friend back with him.

Opening the window, he allowed the wet owl into his room and took the package from her talons. "Thank you." He whispered gently and Hedwig affectionately precked his fingers before flying to her perch while he sat on the corner of his bed.

His emerald eyes looked down at the package and noticed a letter attached to it, deciding to see who it was from. He tore open the envelope and unfolded the letter.

Dear Harry

I'm sure that Dumbledore has already told you that you are safest at Privet Drive so I'm not going to repeat him. Instead, I decided to give you this last gift from Sirius. He planned to give it to you for your birthday coming up and I planned to do the same as to honour that. However, from what Hermione has told me, you could really do with having something to cheer you up.

Curious, Harry placed the letter to one side temporarily and opened the package to see a large book labelled, Wandless Magic. There was no author which was strange, but Harry brushed that thought to one side. It was from Sirius and he knew for a fact that Sirius would never do anything to harm him.

With that in mind, Harry placed the book down and began reading the rest of the letter.

I'm not going to lie and say I know what you're going through, because while I known the pain of loss, it is different to your own. But take my advice Harry. I've suffered the loss of my parents, the loss of my best friends and I still haven't fully recovered, but locking yourself up in your room isn't going to help you. Your friends need you Harry, I need the young boy who is my only remaining family in this world. Get out of your room and do something. Eat proper meals and start doing something. Read this book and practise magic, – which you can do because the Trace is on the wand and not the person – just do something that can take your mind off what has happened until your ready to face it once more.

Just remember your not alone nor will you ever be.

From your Honorary Uncle and proud member of the Marauders,

Remus Lupin.

Smiling, Harry folded up the letter and placed it on his bedside table before turning to the book that was laid on the bed. He wasn't quite ready to sleep, to scared of revisiting the dreams that haunted him. The dreams of reliving Sirius's death over and over again like a never ending cycle.

Just thinking about it not only filled him with a sense of self-loathing and sadness, it also filled him a unquenchable anger at his godfathers murderer, Bellatrix Lestrange. He had spent every day after Sirius's death up until this day thinking of different ways upon which to get his revenge. Each one more gruesome and cruel than the last and yet, he couldn't find it with him to care about how it may change him. He only cared about making Bellatrix Lestrange feel pain like he had.

Even as he was now, filled with anger and the desire for revenge, she would easily beat him. The only reason they survived that night had being because the Death Eaters underestimated him and also because he held the Prophecy.

If he was to get his revenge, he would need to get more powerful. Bellatrix was simply the first of those he wished to get revenge against. Tom Riddle being second and Peter Pettigrew being the first. Yet, while Peter would be quite simple to beat, Voldemort and Bellatrix would not be and he needed more power to do so.

So he picked up the book and began to read. He would need to grow stronger if he was to ever get his revenge.

Chapter 1

How to manifest your magic without a wand.

Contrary to popular belief, magic isn't impossible to use without a wand as many believe. It is simply incredibly difficult to manifest and control your magic without the help of a wand. Whereas with a wand, you need the three principles, Intent, Will and Imagination. You simply need Will and Imagination to help you with using your magic, intent simply increases its effectiveness unlike where a wand needs it to properly cast a spell. Magic is living and breathing thing and exists in all things around us. You can't control it, but you have to work alongside it.

This is the main reason why people struggle to use magic without a wand. Wizards and Witches love to be in control and so, find it difficult to work alongside something that isn't another Wizard or Witch. The wand was created to give them that control.

Wandless magic is different because you have to work alongside magic. Learnt to trust it. A Wizard/Witch must have a symbiotic relationship with magic for Wandless magic to work.

The best way to gain this symbiotic relationship and to get in touch with your magic without a wand is to meditate. Even out your breathing and search for your magical core. When you find it, reach out and guide it into you. Do not grasp it as that can lead to it lashing out at you. Guide it gently inwards. Show to it that you do not wish to control it, but simply wish to work together. Convey that desire and it shall respond in kind.

Placing the book down, Harry did as the book said and slowly closed his eyes. It took him a few moments, his breathing erratic and fearful at the simple thought of closing his eyes. But instead of memories he simply found himself surrounded by darkness.

Yet instead of feeling fear, Harry felt curiosity and searched around as to satisfy it. His body floated in an endless void as he searched desperately for any sign of his magical core. Yet this was made infinitely more difficult because the book never explained what his core looked like. And so he floated aimlessly for any sign of something that could be remotely related to a magical core.

What felt like hours passed and there was still no sign until something floated past him. A small ball of pulsing light. Following the direction it came, Harry saw hundreds of thousands of similar balls, all varying in size and brightness. Spreading out in all directions making it look like he was in deep space and surrounded by stars. Reaching out, he touched the ball and felt a rush of energy coarse through him. His body felt lighter as power filled every fibre of his being.

He moved without conscious thought in the direction they came until in the distance he saw it. A ball of light so large and bright he was almost blinded and yet he couldn't stop moving, even as the light became brighter and brighter. The gravitational pull it exuded was too great and Harry couldn't stop until he came to a stop directly in front of it.

Hesitantly, he reached out and touched the ball of pulsing light and once again he felt power like he had never felt before. He felt like he could run for days, crush mountains with his bare hands, though he knew this was hypothetical and a simple result of never feeling such power before. Remembering what the book said took far longer than he expected as he found himself captivated by the power at his fingertips.

Slowly, he pulled the ball inwards all the while mentally screaming his desire to work together. It pulsed in return as if responding before the light seemed to rush into him. The floodgates had opened and in came the power, power unlike anything had ever felt.

With a gasp, Harry shot up onto his feet as he felt his body vibrating with the influx of magic. He looked towards the mirror and could see his skin having took on a healthier skin tone, while his eyes seemed to glow with barely restrained power.

Breathing in and then out, Harry steadied himself and opened his eyes once more to see that while they were still slightly glowing, it was nowhere near as noticeable as before. Feeling adventurous, Harry turned to his bed and looked at the book laying open on it.

Raising his right arm, he felt the magic swirl around inside of him before it rushed outwards as if finally being released for the first time. He was filled with a sense of accomplishment and excitement as he watched the book slowly raise up into the air higher and higher with each passing second.

Grinning, Harry let the book slowly fall back onto the bed and his magic return. One thing he noticed was the sudden feeling of exhaustion. Raising his arms into the air – something that was incredibly difficult to do so – he stretched out with a yawn before laying down on his bed. He had barely rested his head on the pillow for a second before sleep claimed him.

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Before Harry knew, the first week had come and gone. The excitement of being able to perform Wandless magic had kept his mind off the death of Sirius and Harry truly began to move forwards. His days slowly began to form into a routine that helped keep him busy from start to finish. Never once giving him time to think and reflect about what could have been.

He would wake up at 06:00 every morning and go for a run around Privet, gradually increasing the distance as to make sure to push his body to the limits. Originally he hadn't planned to do this, but in the fourth chapter it had mentioned that magic responded much easier when the host was fitter and more physically able. This had been the driving point in Harry's decision to do exercise.

And the effects spoke for themselves. Whereas before he struggled to lift the book a few inches off the bed and after that suffered from exhaustion, he could now do the same to bed repeatedly.

At 07:00 he would finish his jog and make himself a breakfast before heading upstairs and repeating the basic first steps of Wandless magic. These were slowly levitating, dropping, hovering, summoning and banishing any object. Once again gradually increasing the speed upon which he could move the object safely and then increasing the weight and size of the object. Sometimes he would even do more intricate things like make objects perform little arial movements.

This alone was far more taxing and difficult as this required a number of concepts. While the other techniques increased the size of his magical core and his overall control, this was definitely something that focused on increasing his control and the results were great.

After a quick lunch at 12:00, Harry would read through the chapters he had already read before heading to the gym before returning home at 15:00 to practise more Wandless magic. With him now entering the final chapters of the book, they focused on the final application of Wandless magic, the elemental magic.

It was interesting to realise that things like most charms and the more intricate aspects of Transfiguration were impossible to use without a wand due to them requiring the complete subjugation of magic. It was one reason why Harry was dead set on improving his knowledge on wand magic as it seemed far more useable in a battle situation than Wandless magic. Things like the basics of charms were applicable, but the main use of Wandless magic is using the four elements, which were the most battle oriented uses of Wandless magic.

Fire, Wind, Water and Earth.

Fire itself was the most common and simplest of the elements to control. A wizard or witch simply needed to have a greater will and dominate the fires own desire to be free and destroy with their desire to control. After that, fire became quite easy to utilise for the users own purposes.

That wasn't the peak of fire however, as one gains greater control they can gain control of Lightning. Whereas fire is widespread destruction, lightning is the same power and destructive force, focused and refined onto a single point. This made it much more difficult to control as a simple misstep could result in it backfiring.

The book had described many gruesome tales of the bodies of people burning up from the inside due to being unable to control the refined power of lightning.

Harry hadn't quite yet gained such mastery over fire and could only summon a small fireball in each palm. All of the other elements remained out of Harry's reach as the book stated it would be easier to work with fire and build up ones control before progressing onto the other elements.

Earth was next and simply required an even greater force of will and desire to change it according to the users will. This could further be split apart into two separate parts, the ability to manipulate sand by grasping the tiny molecules of earth and other minerals. Next was the ability to gain a measure of control over the magnetic field, something that reminded him of the Magneto guy from the X-Men comics.

After that was water and this required the wizard or witch to work alongside the element, guide the water in the direction they wanted it to, instead of controlling it. With greater control one could manipulate the blood of another person gain complete control of the bodies functions of not only themselves, but another person. Then there was the final skill which meant combining water with wind to create ice.

Finally there was wind, this was the most difficult of all the elements to control. One needed to find a perfect balance between force of will and guiding wind. No one can control wind nor could they simply guide it. One needed to find a balance between the two. Many struggled with this and so it was the least used of the four elements. However, once used it could become the single most destructive force if the user so wished it.

Harry had long since realised for the first time that he had actually found something to strive for besides simple revenge. When he was younger he had always desired to get revenge against his family and those that bullied him.

Then it was revenge against Tom Riddle and his followers, more specifically Bellatrix and Peter for what they had done to him.

But now he had something else, something besides revenge. He wanted to achieve something no one had ever done. That was to completely master all forms of Elemental Magic. Strange, but as he delved deeper into the book and practised his Wandless magic it just came to him.

He didn't simply need to learn and practise all forms of Elemental Magic to increase his own repertoire against Tom and his Death Eaters. He needed to learn and master them all because he wanted to. That was one of his new ambitions.

After reading and practising his fire manipulation, which was the only element he felt confident trying to gain control over at the moment, Harry would then have tea at 18:00. After this he would go on a jog around Privet Drive once more before allowing his body to rest while he read through his numerous Hogwarts books, refreshing his memory on the theory behind each subject.

One thing he had realised when looking back on the Graveyard incident in the Triwizard Tournament and in the Department of Mysteries was that he was vastly under prepared for the war that was coming. All of the Death Eaters had years of experience and knowledge and Tom even more so. What did he had have?

A few spells and a rudimentary understanding of the branches of magic. Not exactly enough to give him and fighting chance and that needed to change, fast.

Monday night of the second week was different. Apparently Vernon's anger and fear over Harry's constant practise of Wandless magic along with consuming a large amount of alcohol had finally made Vernon snap. Despite the fear of retribution from his nephew and Alastor Moody, the older male stormed up to Harry as soon as he entered the house from his nighttime jog and slammed a fist into Harrys jaw.

Caught by surprise, Harry barely had time to gasp out in shock before the large meaty fist collided with his jaw and his head snapped backwards. Now with his increased physical fitness and his downright insane reactions from Quidditch this would have normally meant that he would be fine after such a blow.

It was sloppy and had no technique, just raw power.

But Vernon was a large man, far larger than Harry and even his drunken state managed to swing his body round increasing the power behind the strike. Though that could have been just because he was drunk and put himself off-balance.

However, while he could have normally recover quite quickly, when Harry's head snapped backwards it slammed into the door with enough force to send harry crumpling to floor in a daze.

"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR FREAKISHNESS, BOY!" Vernon roared, his voice holding the slight drunken slur one would expect from a drunkard as Petunia and Dudley rushed out onto the hallway at the sound. Each staring wide eyed as Vernon repeatedly slammed his fist onto Harry's face. "I WILL NOT HAVE YOU USING MAGIC IN MY HOUSE ANYMORE! I DON'T CARE WHAT THE REST OF YOUR FREAKISH KIND SAY! THIS IS MY HOUSE AND I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!"

After the fifth, Harry finally managed to gain his bearings and his eyes shot wide open, the anger clearly shining in his glowing emerald eyes. Yet Vernon did not see this and just as his fist was about to descend down once more, his magic lashed out angrily in order to protect its host.

Time seemed to slow down as Petunia, Dudley and Harry watched as Vernon seemed to bend over, his eyes wide with pain as spittle came flying out of his mouth. Then time returned to normal as Vernon was sent slamming into the door of the cupboard under the stairs and bounced straight off into the kitchen.

Petunia screamed out in shock while Dudley stared at his father in shock.

It took him a few moments to register what happened, but when it did, Harry quickly rushed upstairs, stumbling as he did. With a quick and urgent wave of his hand all his belongings flew into his open trunk, while Harry looked at himself in the mirror.

His clothes were sweaty with splotches of blood dying it a deep red. There was a dull ache in his jaw and nose were Vernon's fists had struck him and he could see the blood dribbling down in a steady stream, while also noticing the formation of a nasty bruise.

The sound of stomping footsteps alerted him to someone coming up the stairs and Harry quickly grabbed his trunk as Hedwig flew to perch herself on his shoulder. 'Shit. What do I do?!' As much as he disliked his uncle, he knew that as he was now – drunk, he could smell the alcohol clearly on his breath – that this wouldn't end without one of them seriously injured or dead.

"COME OUT BOY! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR FREAKISHNESS IN THIS HOUSE!" Vernon roared as he stomped up the stairs.

'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!' Harry shouted mentally as he tried to think of how he was going to get out of the situation he was in. His mind did jump to using his father Invisibility Cloak, but he knew that Vernon would tear down the entire house to find him in his inhibited state, not only that but he wouldn't be able to sneak past his uncle and escape the house without alerting the drunken man.

He vaguely registered his uncles outraged words, instead staring at the door that was slowly denting in places, the wood groaning in protest under the continued assault.

'I need to get out of here.' He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down as much as possible while thinking of a possible way to escape the house without permanently crippling or killing his uncle. 'I need to get out of here. I need to get out of here!' He pleaded with himself as his mind couldn't think of a solution.

Just as Vernon reached the door and started pounding on it, Harry felt this tugging sensation at his navel followed by the feeling of been squeezed through a very small rubber tube.

Then he was gone and all the while Vernon continued to pound at the door and screaming at his nephew that was no longer inside.

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Harry groaned and coughed painfully as he stumbled forwards and collapsed to a heap against the wall in front of him. His mind dizzy and his body aching. Unwilling to trust his shaky legs at this moment, Harry looked around to see that he was actually in a small alleyway in Diagon Alley.

Smiling grimly at the thought that he escaped to the first place he had truly felt alive through what he assumed to be Apparition. This made his smile widen as he shakily rose to his feet and instantly regretted doing so as a wave of nausea hit him.

Still, Harry persevered and stumble down the streets of Diagon Alley until he reached the Leaky Cauldron, his new home for the rest of the holiday. He instantly noticed that while quite busy, it was nowhere near as bad as usual. His mind instantly went to the conclusion that people were scared of Voldemort which was understandable. Yet a small part of him vindictively thought that maybe they wouldn't have had to live in fear if they had listened to him. Maybe if that had happened then they could have stopped Tom before he regained his full power.

"Evening Harry." Tom greeted with a smile on his aged features.

Harry returned the smile weakly and noticed the way Tom's features creased with worry and concern. "Evening Tom, I'd like to order a room please." Tom nodded his head as he took the coins Harry placed the payment he paid in the summer before third year.

"You okay Harry? You look really pale and your bleeding." Tom asked he passed a key to Harry who took it gingerly.

"I'm fine, apparated by accident and I wasn't prepared for it. As for the blood, I walked into a pole when I wasn't looking, bust my nose." Harry answered but Tom's sceptical look told Harry he hadn't been exactly successful in lying.

"Harry." The barkeepers voice was grave as his eyes flickered down to Harry's left arm. "Walking into a pole may explain the bloody nose, but not your arm." Confused, Harry looked down to his left arm to see a deep cut that was bleeding quite profusely. The numbness he felt from his left arm – which explained his lack of knowledge on the cut – was replaced by a sharp pain that made him suck in a deep breath. "Come on, I'll take you to St Mungo's."

"What about…"

"Don't worry about it, I'll have one of the cleaners take it up to your room." Tom tapped his wand against the bar and Harry felt the brief flash of magic before a woman walked out from a door behind the bar and levitated his trunk with a flick of her words exchanged at all between the employee and employer. Once this was done, Tom placed one hand on Harry's shoulder and directed him towards the fire place. "St Mungo's." He intoned clearly as he chucked a pinch of green powder down to the floor before the two disappeared in a flash of green flames.

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Groaning, Harry clenched and unclenched the fingers of his left hand as to test the stiffness of his newly healed arm. It had been a long process, as he had arrived at St Mungo's at 18:30 and it was currently 19:00. Whatever happened in that time, he not only felt great in his hand, but all over his body as well. He felt like he could move much easier and much better than before.

"Well Mr Potter, it seems that you are fully healed." The doctor looked down at the clipboard in one hand. "We would advise against performing apparition without proper guidance in the future." Harry nodded his head and stood up, stretching his stiff muscles.

"Is that all?" Harry asked politely and the doctor shook his head.

"We have noticed that you are suffering from a large case of malnutrition that you seemed to have only just started recovering from. We have prescribed you numerous different nutritional potions. Take one of each with every meal and that should help you fully recover within a months time. You can collect them, from the reception on your way out." The doctor then looked down at his clipboard once more. "Not only that, but when healing you, we noticed numerous broken bones that hadn't fully healed. We have managed to sort them out, however, you should avoid any strenuous activities for two days as to allow them to fully heal on their own. Other than that, you are free to go."

"Thank you." The doctor nodded his head and the two wizards went their separate way.

While walking, Harry's mind was alight with the new information he had received. Why was it, that in single visit the doctors had managed to do more for him than Madam Pomfrey had been able to do in five years of Hogwarts? It was something that both intrigued and angered him.

Either she was incompetent or had purposely done nothing. It didn't matter as one way or another, he would find out.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please let me know what you thought. Constructive criticism is always appreciated, just not hate so if you have anything that you liked or didn't like let me know. Also any ideas for this story will be greatly appreciated.

Edit, just a few light changes to the chapter that is mostly the same as the original. I have just taken out, added or rewritten certain parts as to make it flow better. Hopefully you enjoyed and please let me know what you though in a review.