Harry pulled a dusty book down from his library's shelf. As he looked at it in his hand he sneezed, blowing the dust off of the cover. Monster Magic for Boneheads by Sans.

'Magic?' Little Harry tilted his head and blew more dust off the book. 'Magic isn't real though… is it?' He wondered inwardly.

Little Harry Potter was a five year old with dark brown hair that went past his ears is messy curls and large green eyes. He was also mute from an accident a year and a half earlier. The scar from that 'accident' was prominent on his neck. He had learned sign language quickly and he always had either a pad or a phone on him to type or write on when he met people who couldn't understand sign. The doctors were unsure whether he'd ever be able to speak again.

He walked over to the librarian and signed, 'May I check out this book?'

The librarian looked down at him and smiled, cooing slightly at the green eyes staring up at her, "Of course you can sweetie. Let me see it for a moment." Harry stood on his tip toes and slid the book across the counter before beaming at her.

'Thank you' He signed. The woman smiled and nodded before going through the motions and checking the book out to him.

"Be sure to tell Mrs. Bell that it must either be returned or rechecked out in two week, Harry dear." She told him.

He nodded enthusiastically and took the book. He waved and rushed out of the library to get to his favorite reading spot. He clutched the book to his chest and ran back to the orphanage he had been placed in after his Uncle had tried to tear his throat out.

He ran to his room and shut the door before opening the book and all but vanishing into the pages of it. The context and explanations were both simple and difficult to follow. Idly he wondered if there were any more books by 'monsters' like this one.

Harry scrunched up his face and looked at his hand. The book had said to achieve the magic described inside you would have to not only feel it, but will it into being. It took Determination. Harry stared at his hand and imagined it flickering into being. He though he saw a wisp of something before a major headache stabbed its way through his mind.

He whimpered soundlessly and grabbed his head. He rubbed his eyes and pouted before his face scrunched up in determination. He would get this down. But first, a nap.

~2 Months Later~

He had indeed found more dust covered books at the library that told the history of the monsters. It was interesting and something that intrigued the young Potter greatly. He had been practicing with the magic that the original book had. He could completely cover his hand in the 'fire'.

Unfortunately he could see the adverse effect that using monster magic as a human was causing. His hand had paled considerably and it seemed like the skin was pulled against the bones. He was worried that he might be overdoing it, but it was so addicting to actually have power, the ability to use it. He didn't have to worry about being weak and people hurting him again. But he didn't let it go to his head, he remained grounded.

Though learning that humans had sealed the monsters because they were frightened of them grated him. It was a stupid reason to seal an entire race of people underground. Harry really felt for the monsters.

'What should I practice today?' He hummed silently as he flipped through the magic book. 'Oh, interesting. Pulling a human soul from their body to attack it? I could try that… but that seems dangerous, it might hurt the person I do it to.' He thought.

His green eyes narrowed on a group of bullies that picked on him and tried to tear his book. He smirked, and unknown to him the white of his right eye bled black as the iris glow blue. He lifted his bone-white hand towards the leader boy and it lit up with blue 'flames'.

He flicked his hand and the boy's pink soul popped out in the shape of a heart. The boy's eyes widened in fear as the soul turned blue. Harry hummed and moved it a bit before letting the power go, the blue fading from his hand and eye.

He gasped as the usual headache assaulted him. He rubbed his eyes and frowned with the tears were stained pink. He rubbed it off and went back to his book, he'd deal with the consequences when they came. Until then he was going to learn as much as he could and push himself to his limits.

That night he was tossing and turning as his mind went through different ideas he could use his 'power' for. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. His entire right eye was black as night with a small white speck acting as an iris.

'This should be interesting.' Harry thought before going to sleep.