Harry Potter & the True Power

Chapter 1 : The Beginning

Emotions are the key to power. The more you love; the more you hate; the angrier you are. And at this moment, harry potter loved no-one more than he did Sirius, his god-father; hated no-one more than he did the snake-faced red-eyed serpent named voldemort, and was angriest with himself for letting himself be fooled leading to the death of his god-father. Everything else lost its meaning.

At this moment, minutes before lying down to sleep, at least trying to, all he could think of was how much he wanted it to stop.

Little did he know, the things were about to change. For better, for worse, who knows?

It had been nearly a week since he had been back at no 4 privet drive. He didn't remember a single thing. He didn't even know it had been a week. All he had known was anger and hatred, with bouts of love in between. He hadn't eaten a bite, taken a sip of water or had any nourishment.

He felt that somebody had tried to enter his room, but was unable to. He couldn't remember the details. His eyes close for a while and he receded within himself. He went down and down, trying to run far and deep so he could shake the guilt he was feeling. It was dark. And then, he lost consciousness.

Outside, his body began to glow. It was not a single color, but a halo of various colors. Black, white, purple, green and red. If one looked very carefully, there was a small sphere which was slowly expanding; sucking every color of this glow which encompassed harry. It started as pale yellow but slowly and steadily it grew redder until it went a bright sunny golden. And then, it all exploded. The whole room was awash with bright golden mist which now started to recede into harry who had started to hover a bit in the air and then settled floating in the air. The whole room stank of power.

It was 12:01 am

Somewhere in Scotland, Dumbledore, perhaps one of the greatest living wizard was doing something what people had never seen him do. Sleep. Not many knew it when and how he slept, but he did. He was getting older and did too many things. So he used magic. Rather the magic of a good old time turner.

In reality, everyday at midnight, he went into a small cabinet in his office which was magically expanded to represent an entire apartment with a private library, training room and everything else he may want. Then he went back in time exactly 12 hours and slept like a log.

This was his biggest asset. As he had long ago discovered, during this time when essentially there were two of them in the same time zone, he was free of being the bridge way between two things, the anchor to the wards of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry and the blood wards around No. 4 , Privet Drive. It was this than anything else which kept him sane. Otherwise, the amount of energy it kept to ward, harry's house, he would have certainly gone mad a long time ago. Not that he felt that he was completely sane anyway.

Anyway, it was midnight and Dumbledore was just coming out of his retreat, closing his eyes, getting ready for the wards to come-on to him again. And then he felt them coming and linking to his magical core.

Suddenly there was a magical backwash and probably for the first time in along-long while, Albus Dumbledore, Supreme Mugwump, Order of Merlin 1st class and whatever else, fainted.

It was exactly 12:01 am.