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Harry Potter and The Accession of Power

1. Philosophy 101

"Why…why…. oh bloody the hell WHY?" The question that people will encounter one way or another during their lifetime, but for a particular young man that happens to live in Privet Drive number 4 this question holds a possible answer that one will find the answer long after a series of events during one's life. Some people find this young man revolting, some find him as a nuisance, and some find him as a great hero. This young man goes by the name of "BOY" by his uncle, "scarhead" by a supposedly rival in his school whose existence only to make his life a living hell during the school year, or "The-boy-who-lived" by many witches and wizards. This young man real name is Harry Potter a young wizard in training who currently should be enjoying his summer break.

Five weeks have passed since young Harry departs with his friends and surrogate family at king cross or specifically at platforms ¾. One may wonder why this young man has a surrogate family instead of just family. Well, long ago during Halloween in the year of 1981, the darkest of dark wizard by the name of Voldemort or he-who-must-not-be-named tried assassinate a family by the name of Potter. While this dark wizard succeeded in killing his mother and father, but somehow failed to kill the young child who was a year old at the time. Well, it seems that the question people will encounter in their life is indeed a very fitting question. However, young Harry is most definitely know the answer, in which he finally discovered at the end of his school year after an incident that will make or break a person. The answer that was asked when young Harry survived the second encounter with Voldemort in his first year as a wizard in training is that he was destined to be a great wizard whether he likes it or not.

" The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will Mark him as his equal, but he will have the power that the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… well that just bloody great!!! How in great Merlin's name am I supposed to defeat a very powerful arsehole that has caused my life a living hell?… " One of the many thoughts that seem to be competing for attention in the mind of Harry Potter. He has been paying attention to this particular thought more than any other thoughts that have been plaguing his mind. As quite recently he has come to terms with the incident that occupied his mind night and day for the worse part of his four weeks into his summer break, the incident in which resulted the death of his godfather Sirius Black.

About a week ago – " Oh Sirius, why did you have to die?  I was very happy when I found out that I have an adult that I could confide to if there is a problem just like my fourth year… not to mention the prospect of getting away from the Dursley's household." Muses Harry Potter during one of his 'let's stare at the ceiling while, I ponder about my depressing life and then get depressed some more'. "Boy!!!" yelled his uncle from downstairs…. " Hmmph.. What the bloody hell does that fat lump want now?!…. He better not do anything stupid or he will again find out what happens if Mad-Eye Moody personally bursting through the front door again" thought Harry evilly.

-Flashback- " Damn this stupid scar! " cursed Harry after a broken glass cuts his hand that he's picking up from the floor, right after dropping it due to a sudden massive jolt of pain from his lightning bolt scar on his temple. "You better not drop a single blood on my new carpet, boy! "  Said his aunt coldly, " yes, aunt Petunia " Harry replied.

" With an expression of shock.. He fell through the mystery veil after receiving a curse from Bellatrix Lestrange… NO..NO…NO..SIRIUS… " Harry woke up from his regular nightmare with a jolt rather quickly by a loud commotion from downstairs. Thinking his supposedly family is in trouble, grabbing his wand from the bedside table and run with the speed that an Olympic sprint athlete could only dreamed of, ready to battle. " All right Dursley, what the hell did you do to Potter " yelled Mad-Eye Moody, only to serve his already scary face a more scary face, if that's even possible.

" I don't think that he can answer the question if he's not human Moody! " exclaimed a tired looking wizard, who it seems he's the only one that still able to maintain a calm head, barely. " Hey! What's going on and why is there a 'fat' cow on Dudley? " Asked a very relief Harry to the tired looking wizard. " HARRY! Are you all right?! This fat lump didn't do anything to you did he? " Asked an enrage looking purple haired witch. "  Tonks, calm down!!… And yes I'm all right.. And why… why are you all here?! " Asked a confused Harry Potter while taking the fact there are three enraged looking magical adults, a cow sitting on a baby whale, and his about-to-die aunt. " Hello Harry! " Greet Remus Lupin, " Potter, why is there blood on the letter!! " Moody interrupts, before Harry could greet back Lupin. " Huh… what letter? " A confused Harry Potter replies back, " this letter. 'Moody toss the letter from his pocket' your reply to Ronald Weasley's letter. "   -End flashback-

Harry chuckles while descending the stairs to meet his uncle. " Yes, uncle Vernon? ", " your aunt, Dudley, and me are going to Mr. Grunnings' party, make yourselves some food if you're hungry and, boy, this house better not be dirty when we come home!! ", " yes, uncow Vernon….'coughed' …I mean uncle Vernon! " replied a very red Harry and a growl is pretty much Vernon's reply to a may or may not an accidental tongue slip-up. Making himself some sandwiches after nearly passing out from asphyxiation due to an explosive laughter that escaped from the pit of his stomach, then eating them while he watches the television, a recently privileged activity. Finally finding what seem as a good channel to watch which happens to be a documentary on 'the history of warriors', Harry begins devouring his sandwiches.

" Man, those warriors are so brave and mentally strong to overcome such tragedies in their life. How can they easily overcome the deaths of their family, friends, and innocent strangers right in front of their own eyes?" " I still can't overcome Cedric's death let alone…Sirius.." " But then again they all ended up with the same view" "…death is inevitable and there is 'ABSOLUTELY' nothing wrong with death since death is truly the mean to relieve me from any pain but using death as a mean to relieve me from a duty that I feel I must perform is an 'ABSOLUTE WRONG' " "… 'How did they come to the same view, anyway'…" "I never would have welcomed death if it stares me in the eyes…"  "Wait… I almost did welcome death….when Voldemort physically possessed me in the Ministry of Magic atrium so that I could finally be together again with Sirius" "…then again I do not see killing Voldemort as something I feel I must perform and it makes me no better than Voldemort…" " But I did feel that defeating Voldemort is something that I must perform when Hagrid told me the story how I became the boy-who-lived…Great!! now I feel shame for welcoming death that easily" Harry Potter for the first time since the start of summer feel like a new young man, a young man with a sense of purpose, a young man with an honor he will upheld, and a young man that 'really' need his sleep.

Present time – " So how the bloody hell can I defeat Voldemort? The prophecy said that I should have the power that Voldemort knows not….'but what is it?'… What a fat load of help! " Harry thought sarcastically to himself, a particularly a new hobby he has picked up ever since accepting the idea that he's the one that must or at least has some chance on defeating Voldemort, yet the thought of killing Voldemort always sends a nasty chill down his spine.

" Where are you going, boy! " asked Harry's aunt coldly, " I am going out or I might 'accidentally' blow something up! " replied Harry with no emotion whatsoever. " Be back by 6:00 tonight or you're sleeping outside! " ordered Petunia. " Fine!" Harry answered back, " Bloody stupid family " grumbled Harry Potter.

Deciding to run instead of walking around the neighborhood, since the order told him not to go beyond 45 meters radius from his house at the end of the first week of the holiday, Harry begins to run. Thinking back the meeting when he was told to not go beyond 45 meters radius always ignite a jumble of mixed feelings.

Flashback…………..

"Boy, get the door!!!" bellowed uncle Vernon. "Hello Mrs. Fig, how may I help you " Greet Harry. " Who is that at the door, bo…Harry dear ?" aunt Petunia changing to a sickly too sweet of a 'gossipy' seeing their neighbor. " Well, hello Mrs. Figg and to what honor do we the pleasure of having you in our humble home….and Harry it is rude not to invite our guess inside ", "I apologize for his manner Mrs. Figg or lack thereof…" Petunia giving Harry a glare, in which, Mrs. Figg pretends not to notice and simply reply with a " Kids these days, have no respect for their elders!" without missing a beat, aunt Petunia plowed on with statement saying how some kids are as rotten as their dead parents.

" Harry! You need to control your emotion better," admonished Mrs. Figg. "You, need to stay the hell out of some people business!" snapped Harry. "Watch what you're saying, boy! As I have protected you since you were a mere baby, the least you could do is give me a little respect!" Mrs. Figg coldly replied. The two of them silently walk to Mrs. Figg's residence, for a meeting that Harry is not looking forward to have.

"Hello, Mr. Potter, how are you?" asked Albus Dumbledore, while standing up from the couch he has been sitting, as Harry enters Mrs. Figg's house. Looking around Harry wonders why there are three Hogwarts professors waiting for him and each has somewhat different expressions, one is seemed to be depressed about something, one seems to be in what Harry would call a mix between anxious and forced calm, and one has a pure loathing expression. "I've been better, professor!" was the reply from Harry and a cold one at that. "What is it that you want to talk about, professor? "  Asked the-boy-who-lived without giving a chance for the other adults to be shocked on the coldness of his reply. "Well…Harry, I'm afraid I have some bad news…. Several of the order members have informed me that they spotted a few death eaters lurking close not far away from this neighborhood. " "So what?!" interrupt Harry. Bracing for the inevitable Albus Dumbledore delivers the bad news "Harry, we need you to stay within 45 meters radius from your house." Albus Dumbledore waits for the impending explosion he was sure to come, but surprisingly everything is still quiet. " Is that all, professor?"  Harry replied, knowing the reason is for his safety. Harry then realizes he does not know whether 45 meters radius ward from the blood protection is considered a strong ward or not, which he voiced them to Dumbledore.

Harry: "I thought the protection will be stronger, professor, I mean isn't 45 meters radius is quite small of an area for supposedly a very strong ward?"

Albus: "Oh no, Mr. Potter, the protection is only surround your house. The 45 meters radius is how far the ward some of us have put to stop any unwanted apparition without disturbing everything that does not run on magic. That ward can be taken down rather easily by Voldemort or few of his followers, but it should be enough to tell you when a company is coming"

Harry: " So wouldn't it be better if I just stayed at home?" Interrupt Harry. " Since when do you actually posses the ability to resist yourselves running into trouble, Potter? " Remarked Snape. " Was I talking to you grease-head?" Harry replies back and shoots a glare that Harry himself has been the recipient from the Potion Master for the last five years. "Mr. Potter!" "Why you.." "Minerva, Severus! " " Harry you should respect your teacher" The Headmaster interrupts both the deputy headmistress and the potion master from continuing their rant and scold Harry for being disrespectful. However, Harry has been very edgy and in a lot of rage refuses to back down, "Assuming that the teacher acts as teacher that deserve respect!" The Headmaster who many see him as the a supreme wizard could only sigh at Harry's comment and give the potion master a look that says 'just drop it'. Harry sees the look that Dumbledore gives to Snape could not stop himself from smirking. Of course, Snape happens to see Harry's smirk and could not let himself being topped by a fifteen year old gives a remark that always tickles Potter's temper "I suppose undeserved fame deserves some respects." "At least I have some respects" Harry fires back.

Albus Dumbledore, whose patience has been running thin, whips out his wand petrifying both equally annoying wizards. An action intended to stop both the equally annoying wizards from jumping to each other's throats proves to be a mistake since one of the annoying wizards manages to duck in time. The wizard happens to have unruly non-greasy hair.

 Minerva McGonagall is a witch who prides herself to always maintain her calmness or her crispy-ness in front of her students found herself shock by the Headmaster's action. Harry is his streak of annoying behavior chuckles seeing the shock expression on McGonagall's face, which earns him glares from all of the adults.

Albus: "Mr. Potter, there are other things to worry about rather than petty arguments" says with a rather pointed look.

Harry: " Yes, Indeed we do, Headmaster! " with a smile or is it a smirk.

Albus: " Yes, now Prof. McGonagall, Prof. Snape, and I are here to tell you about your extra training that you will receive during the summer and will continue into the school year. "

Harry: " I assume that the Ministry of Magic allows me to use magic, but pardon my confusion as I am only a child after all 'why am I being trained, now, AND, what if I do not want to receive such a generous offers' " with a calm look while in all honesty Harry is far from being calm, which shows within the depths of his eyes.

Albus: " Harry…with Voldemort has made his presence known, we believe that he will double his efforts to kill you. Thus, it is imperative that you should have enough ability to defend yourselves if ever you are attacked. "

Harry: " I believe, Headmaster, that I can take care of myself. As I have shown for multiple times, let it be luck but I have survived nonetheless. And you have not answer my true questions. " Looking directly into Dumbledore's eyes.

Albus: " I believe you know to the answer for your first question. As for the second question, why would you want to refuse some extra training? " Not returning Harry's look.

Harry: " Hmmm…what are these extra training that I will be given and who will be training me? " Asked with an eagerness that appears out of nowhere.

Albus: " Well, you will be given trainings that are designed for hit wizards. Some of them are dueling, stealth, advanced defense against the dark arts, occlumency, and many more. The three of us right plus Remus Lupin and Kingsley Shackelbolt " Answered with a bright twinkle in his eyes.

Harry: " Will Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and Neville receive the same trainings as I do? " Harry feels indebted by their loyalty.

Albus: " Harry, we do not have enough time to train them along with you, I am sorry. " Answered without the twinkle.

Harry: " Then I must decline, to receive such trainings if my friends are not included. "Giving his final answer.

McGonagall: " Don't be ridiculous Potter, this is your chance to fulfill your ambition as an Auror since hit wizards are much more skillful than Aurors. " Getting tired with Harry's behavior.

Harry: " Well, you know what Professor McGonagall, I believe working for those idiotic Ministry of Magic will be the biggest mistake I could make. " Also getting tired of everybody trying to control his life.

Dumbledore: " Harry, just because I say that we do not have the time to train them means that they are not being trained. And if it's any consolation, I will be teaching you occlumency " finally informs Harry.

Harry: " Well, I do not need any consolation from you. I am sick and tired of everybody is trying to control my life, leaves me alone when I needed help the most, expects me to do great things and yet refuses to tell me anything, especially uses me as all of you see fit. Everybody only cares that I'm the boy-who-lived"

By this time everybody but Dumbledore are pretty much boiling with Harry's behavior. Snape is very ready to say a very sharp remark, but with a look from Dumbledore prevents his remark to be out in the open.

Albus: " Harry, you know that your true friends do not feel that way. I do care for you not because you're the boy-who-lived. " With a very sad expression.

Even though Harry knows what Dumbledore has said is very true, but his rage prevents him from thinking clearly. Subsequently,  saying a comment that hurts Dumbledore the most, " Because of you my life is a living hell! "

 Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, and Mrs. Figg could not help but to give in to their anger. " Mr. Potter, how dare you speak to Headmaster in that kind of manner! Apologize, NOW! " Shout the Deputy Headmistress McGonagall and Mrs. Figg at the same time. Harry almost find their shouts funny, but the fact that Severus Snape seems unable to contain his hatred when it comes to anything that associates with the name Potter, ergo the remark that escapes his lips. "Hmmm…Arrogant as ever Mr. Potter. Then again what else could we expect from the-boy-who-killed-a-godfather….'Whoops' I mean the-boy-who-lived!" Sneered the Potion Master.

Never in his life Harry has the urge to torture somebody and 'possibly' enjoy doing the torture, not even during his duel with Belatrix Lestrange at the Department of Mysteries and considering that Belatrix was the one responsible for Sirius' death, that is saying something. Whipping his wand out faster than any of the three Hogwarts' professors, Harry points his wand at Severus Snape the known sadistic Potion Master with the Cruciatus curse ready on the tip of his tongue.

Last thing he knew was a very loud screaming and darkness.

-End Flashback.