The one with the power to Vanquish the dark lord approaches. Born as the seventh month dies. Born to those who have Thrice defied him. Born as the seventh month dies, and the Dark Lord shall Mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not, and either shall die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives the one with the power to Vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies.

The words kept echoing inside of young Harry’s head as he stared blankly at the ceiling of his little cupboard. He doesn’t really understand what the words meant but every year on his birthday, he would hear them. He knew deep down inside that they were significant to him.

Harry wasn’t exactly a normal boy. Strange things usually happens around him especially whenever he was feeling emotional. Usually there a different things connected to different emotions, like whenever he’s angry, things usually blow up or whenever he’s happy things change color or whenever he is sad it usually rains, whenever he surprised things change shape. Generally it was the more powerful emotions that would evoke different reactions. That’s how he actually ended up inside his cupboard without dinner, it was his birthday and as usual,  his cousin Dudley was doing what he usually does by making fun of him and he got angry and made the food on the table blow up so his aunt and uncle sent him to his “room” without dinner.

Not that he really cared. He had long ago squirreled away food when no one was looking. Now he actually had time to do what he really wanted to do practice his new ability.

He actually discovered this ability when he wanted to keep track of what happened whatever he gets emotional. He snuck inside of the smallest 2nd floor bedroom where Dudley keeps all his broken toys and discarded nick-nacks and took one of the notebooks and a couple pencils to write down his findings on what emotion triggered what response.

But as soon as he finished writing the first sentence something strange happened, he’s ratty pillow blew up! He didn’t understand what happened at the time but he wrote it off as being another strange occurrence and continued writing. But again as soon as he finished writing his second sentence, he heard thunder rumbling outside, felt the temperature drop and he heard the raindrops’ stready drumming on the roof.

Now for a 7 year old Harry had to grow up early, his family didn’t really like him, he knew for sure it had something to do with his strange abilities because they didn’t really like talking about anything not considered normal. So he had to grow up fast because they treated him very poorly. So actually much smarter than the average 7 year old, so when the rain started, he figured it had something to do with what he written in the book so he tried again. He quickly wrote; my pillow is fixed in his messy scrawl, and as his pencil left the paper his pillow was fixed after glowing pale blue for a second. He picked it up and checked it and was shocked and a little excited to see it wasn’t just fived, it was now its original snow white color, as good as new!

So after confirming his new ability he went about fixing his old mattress and cleaning up his cupboard of spider webs, spiders and dust, after finishing up his minor tests/homecare, he thought to try something else. He looked at all the burn marks on his skinny arms where he was burned many times while being forced to learn how to cook from an early age he quickli scribbled heal my injuries. His whole body lit up a deep cobalt blue and he felt a wave of tingling sensations all over his body along with slight pain on his forehead.

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After a few minutes the light did not calm down but he started feeling drowsy. Five minutes flew by before he fell asleep. All the while the light grew brighter and brighter and cracking sounds could be heard from the small room. Luckily it was late and everyone was already asleep.

Harry woke up the next morning feeling extremely content like he was floating in a pool of warm water. He was laying in his bed for a while before he heard his alarm go off, he sat up and hit his Head on the stairs above him. He started panicking and didn’t hear his uncle walking down the stairs and bang on his door, “boy!! Get up and make your aunt and cousin breakfast!!” “yes uncle Vernon” harry yelled back starting to get up until he felt his bedsheets stick to his body. After peeling it off he looked at it, it was covered in smelly dark red liquid “ am I bleeding?!” harry whimpered to himself panicking while checking his body. He didn't find anything so he calmed down, got up and found his book and wrote clean the blood from my room the dark liquid vanished from his bed and body. Harry sighed in relief. *boom! boom!* His uncle his uncle banged on the door again “ boy now!!” harry quickly left his room and hurriedly made breakfast while his uncle left for work.

After breakfast he went to take a shower because he still smelled like blood and he had to go to school. When he went to brush his teeth he caught sight of himself in the mirror and couldn’t Believe his eyes. The reflection looking back at him was foreign but familiar all at once. He whole body changed. His hair was longer and more tamed but still flared out, his eyes were greener and brighter, his skin was paler and all his scars were gone except the lightning bolt on his forehead. He was at least 3 inches taller putting him at almost ‘4“2 inches a little above average from being below average for his age. His hands trembled as he looked at himself in the mirror. He quickly looked away took a shower got dressed and went to get his book and ran out the door walking to school. On his way he figured he had to make sure he could hide his appearance for a while so he took out his book and wrote I look normal to everyone who knows me. He felt the tingling sensations again and them it stopped so he figured it worked.

While in school Harry kept mostly to himself, not by choice but rather because his cousin bullies anyone who tries to make friends with him, so they stopped trying. He spent most of his free time on the swings or reading in the library. While reading Harry had a sudden thought. “ what if I could remember everything I learn?” he quickly took out his book and wrote I can remember everthing ive ever read or seen. A bright light flashed before his eyes before searing pain exploded in his Head. He blacked out for a few minutes before waking up.

His eyes started watering before he started crying. He can remember everything; his mother, his father, his adopted Uncle, Godfather and the bearded old guy that left him on the step of his relatives. he remembered his parents death quite vividly, his mother brave and kinds until death he remembered what they were what he is, a wizard and what he’s been using, his magic.