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EDITED ON : 9.6.11

Legilimens

Harry Potter was really happy today; after all he had scored the highest marks in his exams. Today he will show his aunt that he was not a freak, he was smart and then his aunt will treat him better. He had high hopes; he was smart a lot smarter than his family considered him to be. He had studied hard for the exams when he once heard his aunt muttering about no good freaks and his uncle saying that he would fail his school because he was a freak, much unlike his cousin who hated anything that had black markings vaguely resembling letters. Now that he had secured the first position his aunt would not call him a freak and hopefully he would be treated better.

Little did he know that it was not be ….

He unlike his cousin walked quietly in the house and showed his aunt his report card, but his aunt treated him indifferently. This was so wrong! Where were the words of encouragement that he had heard parents giving their children? All he had dreamt of were the words of his aunt finally giving him what every child craved, acceptance. His aunt did not even look at his grades before sending him his way.

Still he thought at least things could not go any worse, or could they?

Vernon Dursley was NOT having a good day, apart from receiving reports of high blood pressure at such young age he was unable to negotiate a deal with a firm to make drills for them. Not to mention his boss was not thrilled and neither were his colleagues; they wont be getting a bonus because the deal was not signed. No one ever said well tried to Vernon, no one considered that another company had offered a much better deal and that company had cut a lot of profit to secure the deal, the boss had not approved cutting profit for the deal and it was bound to fail. Everyone knew that, but someone had to be the scapegoat.

Still he got home; all the while he was tempted to go for a drink. He would not spoil this day for his family; he would even be ignorant of the freak because his really smart son was bringing his first report card home, so what if he was unable to secure a deal it was just a deal right? Some small amount of money never mattered to him when it was about his son.

His son would show him his marks and then it would one step for a bright future, unlike the freak that was good for nothing. Petunia still claimed that the freak would go to some crackpot school and become even more abnormal, but he was not going to pay for it, then perhaps those people would leave them alone.

He saw two reports open on the table and went for them; he was delighted the reports showed very good grades... he was so proud of his son. As he turned a page to see and he suddenly saw red! The freaks name was written on the report then where was his sons report book? Lying next to it was a report; pathetic was not the word he would use to describe it.

Somehow the freak had changed the names, his son was brilliant and the freak was just... Well, a freak that would never amount to anything.

No, he would not stand by and let the freaks freakishness destroy his son's future; calming himself he called the freak

"BOY", "come here BOY"

Harry still hoped if his uncle would acknowledge him, came running to meet his uncle a wide smile on his innocent face.

"Yes uncle Vernon"

"Boy did you score this"

"Yes uncle Vernon, I scored the best" replied Harry with childlike exuberance.

His uncle's face turned purple with spit frothing from his mouth he ordered Harry to get in the cupboard. Harry felt miserable, every time his uncle said something like this things did not go good...

Still he complied, what other option did he have?

His cupboard, a dark place he hated the most, yet loved it. .while it gave him a feeling of being his where the Dursley's rarely stepped in, it also was a place where he had to stay sometimes for weeks without regular meals.

But today his uncle came barging in all the while removing his belt

"Tell me freak why did you do it?"

"Why did I do what uncle?"

"Why did you use your freakishness and change your marks with Dudley"

"I did not do anything uncle, the marks were mine"

"Don't lie to me freak, I know your sort, bloody freaks destroying lives of good people."

"Will you do it again?"

"But what did I do?"

SLAP

"Don't give me a cheek boy, I know you used your unnaturalness on my son, we feed you we give you a place to live and you pay us back like this?"

"Today I will teach you a lesson. Your aunt is not at home, by the time she comes I will rid you of your freakishness"

And he started hitting Harry with a belt, the innocent child's pleas fell to deaf ears as he did not stop, today he will show the freak. He had contemplated many times that a good beating or two would rid the boy of his abnormality.

Meanwhile Harry while being beaten felt a myriad of emotions from fear of his uncle, to anger at his helplessness, and rage at its unfairness of everything.

He did not even know why he was being beaten by his uncle, why was he treated like this in the first place? Defiance rose in his heart he wished to retaliate, he wished he could know why he was beaten and he glared at his uncle, his uncle seeing this started hitting harder but suddenly Harry's eyes glowed his wish was suddenly fulfilled, he suddenly saw a conversation between his aunt and uncle as how she described a world of freaks in which her sister lived, their unnaturalness and how they waved their wands for just about anything.

The more he saw the flashes Harry wanted to know more, his curiosity of his parents sparked his interest.

And in a burst of magic Harry had accidentally sent many probes in his uncle's mind without proper control …And his uncle's entire life was played in front of him …

Without a warning both Vernon and Harry collapsed. Both were experiencing tremendous amount of pain one due to onslaught of memories and one for having his mind probed ruthlessly.

It was to that scene that Petunia returned to with Harry having belt marks on him while her husband laid collapsed with his face scrunched in pain.

She immediately surmised that the freaks magic (not that she would admit to others having thought of the word) reacted, oh how many times she had stopped Vernon from going too far in the past, one slip and now he was witnessing the result. She dragged Vernon out of the cupboard paying no mind to the equally if not more seriously injured child laying there.

She called the ambulance and Vernon was rushed away and diagnosed of Brain Hemorrhage and due to his reports of high blood pressure doctors said it was not that unexpected.

He might make full recovery, Petunia's fear were stilled , she now knew it was not due to freak, the reports said so, just the stress had taken a toll on her poor Vernon.

Meanwhile, with Harry-

Harry lay in his cupboard while His brain was recovering from such an unexpected onslaught while recovering it had to arrange all those memories in the child's mind but a problem arose , Harry had not developed and a normal brain would never take this much information and live, well if this much information was forced in such a small time.

But magic came to rescue again.. Harry's magic was exceptionally strong being born strong and add that to the constant leaching done by the soul fragment it was forced to grow.

Sometimes a combination of bad luck turns to be good for today would be the end of the world as everyone knew it; Or at least the beginning of the end… Change comes in many forms; could start with just a flapping of butterfly's wings but what it brings might change the world as we see it. Such a change might be sometimes sudden but more often it comes slowly, unnoticed and unseen by most until the world changes completely before the people fully realize it.

12 Hours went by and Harry's mind arranged and sorted the memories all the while it was forced to grow for no child could process so much , either it was to be damaged beyond repair or forced to grow .

The blocks on Harry's Magic fell away, as the magic was needed but still it was not sufficient, his magical core searched and found another core nearby in the same body, the one that had placed hooks on the child's soul and was slowly leeching magic.

But now that the foreign presence was known it also carried magical core, albeit a smaller one compared to the Childs but Harry needed as much as he could get.

So on instinct it grabbed on the soul that was elusive and fighting but it was small and lost the battle, previously it had tried possession but the child had instinctively blocked it now the child had attacked it and it was losing. Tom riddles soul contained its own consciousness. It had done all it could from trying to take possession to trying to escape the child's body but all attempts were futile. During those years it had thought that his counterpart would someday return and surely it would kill the brat, but what would become of him, he was essentially another entity now, purely severed of the man whose part it once was. It knew that his counterpart was not dead; he would since he was one with Tom when the rest of his brother horcruxes were created.

It had resigned its fate to being destroyed along with the brat, but could he have a chance …

They say if you cannot defeat then, join them and Tom was a good strategist, well until bouts of insanity hit him that is.

In all cases the result was his destruction as till he lived his counterpart will live to return to kill the brat and if the brat died he would die …

But now it had a chance. His counterpart had not yet returned. If he would have he would have come for the child that much he knew. And he knew that the child would not have a chance to kill his counterpart, not even a fighting chance until he spent his time in a tent and went after some mystical items to give him enormous power. He was painfully brought back from his musing when he felt a tug by the desperate subconscious of the child that wanted more free magic. Time was of essence, He was afraid of crossing over as a mutilated soul. It was not the plan, the plan was to mutilate the soul and live eternally. He did not even consider the possibility that he would depart from the plane of living. He did not wish to meet his victims in afterlife, he feared them.

There was not much time left he would be stripped of his magic and banished, not that the child would survive the fight. or he could willingly become a part of the child... hmm the idea became appealing as every moment passed, for once thought he would no longer remain, so wont the child remain, they would become one a whole new being .

He stopped resistance and suddenly pushed his desire to merge. Rather than giving away the magic he desired to merge his whole essence. The child's magic did not have much choice if the soul was accepted and became a part of him that the child's magic will be strengthened beyond imagination, well for a six year old he would be very powerful. As a soul was something that generated magic. One could call soul a very concentrated form of magic that generated magic in somewhat dilute form to fill a persons magical core.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. And they came to mutual agreement. The whole soul and the other mutilated piece of other soul merged as one and immediately provided the required magic to heal and grow the brain to sort the memories out. The reverse process of a horcrux creation was performed by Harry Potter and Tom Marvolo Riddle. The slowly losing consciousness of Tom Marvolo Riddle mused- "For the second time in his life Harry Potter survived against all odds performing feats of magic never before recorded in history."

Now there was another dilemma of Tom Riddles memories that came with the soulBut this time it was not sudden they were ready to lock the memories in away to be gradually absorbed and only a small amount of relevant memories trickled by in the conscious mind...

All in all Harry Potter had undergone a major upgrade, at least his mind had. But again an intelligent mind was the strongest thing in the universe

JKR had left Harry with nothing, and no character development whatsoever. In this story Harry will be powerful. If you don't like it don't read it. Not god-like but powerful magically and politically. Not to mention he would use it.

Please do point out any grammatical mistake, but spelling mistakes are not really spelling mistakes, mostly typing mistakes that I try to minimize.

It is my first attempt at ff, please do bear that it mind

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