The Beginning

Chapter 1: Darkness

Summary: After being nearly beaten to death Harry Potter unlocks a new power. With this new power, his twin sister, and a few allies he decides to change the world. Whether they want to or not. Jedi like powers, harry will be moderately powerful but going to be gaining more power. There will be female slash, maybe harem maybe not.

A/N: This is my first story. I hope you all enjoy it. Please review!

Disclaimer – The world of Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling and various publishers. I make no claim to ownership; I'm just playing in her sandbox

It was dark. It was always dark in the cupboard where they slept. That was how Harry and Rose liked it. In the dark things go unnoticed, even people. In the dark they did not have to worry about their; uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia or their cousin Dudley noticing them. If they can go unnoticed they would not get a beating.

"How's your back?" Harry could hear the concern in his sister's voice.

"It's fine, stings if I move." replied Harry.

"Thanks for taking the blame again. I could..."

"NO! I won't let them hurt you." Harry cut her off in a forced whisper. "There is something you can do for me."

" Name it." Rose was willing to do anything to help her brother.

" I could use a hug?" Asked Harry.

Rose rolled over and took her brother into her arms. They loved each other, and trusted each other implicitly. They had no problems showing weakness in front of each other. This however did not apply to anyone else. They took all the beatings they received in stony silence, glaring daggers at their tormentors. They would never give them the satisfaction of hearing them scream, cry or beg for mercy. They would fall asleep at night discussing what they would do to their relatives if they could. All of which would make a seasoned torturer squeamish.

Years of being treated as a slave and a punching bag changed the children. Since the age of five Harry and Rose were forced: to cook all the meals, clean the house, tend the gardens, and anything else the Dursleys could think of. Even with them cooking all the meals, they never got their fills or even eat what they prepared. Coupled with the beatings Uncle Vernon gave them for anything that goes wrong, anything strange that happens, or if anything breaks. As well as Dudley's favourite game Harry and Rose hunting. The twins were both small and skinny for their age. Harry had a thin face knobbly knees, with untidy jet-black hair, and startlingly green, almond-shaped eyes. Rose on the other hand looked nothing like her older twin. Rose had thick, dark red hair that fell past her shoulder blades, with green eyes that sparkled with mischief. Unlike her brother she did not wear glasses.

Lots of strange things did occur around the twins. No matter how they tried, they could not explain the phenomenons. On one such occasion their Aunt Petunia, who hated Harry's messy hair, took a pair of kitchen shears to it and cut it all off. Except for the bangs, which she left 'to hide that horrible scar'. When Harry woke ip the next day his hair had completely grown back. Another time Dudley and his 'gang' were playing 'Harry Hunting', and all Harry wanted to do was get away. The next thing he knew he found himself on the school roof. He and Rose spent two weeks in their cupboard for that one. On another occasion a girl from school had her hair died blue, after making fun of Harry in front of Rose. Rose was blamed for this even though she had no idea how it happened. They were given two months for that offence.

Harry and Rose wanted nothing more than to be out of their own personal hell. They did get a brief reprieve when they were left with Mrs. Figgs. She was an old lady that their relatives left them with, when they went on holidays. Mrs. Figgs lived near the twins on Wisteria Walk, her house smelled strongly of cabbage. When Harry and Rose visited her they spent their time going through photo albums of her cats. There were a great many cats: from Mr. Tibbles, Snowy, Mr. Paws to Tufty. It seemed to the twins that all adults were out to make their life hell.

" We should try to get some sleep." Suggested Rose softly.

"Your right. Our dear Aunt will be along soon to wake us up." Muttered Harry.

" Goodnight Harry, love you."

" 'night Rose. Love you too." And with that they fell a sleep.

That night they had a strange dream, one that they had before. In the dream they were flying in a motorcycle. But that was all the usually remembered by morning. This morning was not going to be any different.

-The Beginning-

" Wake up! You little freaks better be up soon." Came the shrill voice of their Aunt Petunia.

The eight year-old twins groaned as they rolled out of bed. They only managed to get a few hours of sleep, when their Aunt woke them to cook breakfast.

" Can we kill her now?" Asked an annoyed Rose.

" Not yet, but soon hopefully." Replied Harry seriously.

" Get up NOW! I want you to finish breakfast before Vernon and Dinky Duddydums get up." Came their Aunt's voice through their cupboard door. They heard the lock click and saw the door open. The next second their eyes contracted painfully after being hit by the early morning sunlight.

Upon entering the kitchen Rose immediately went to the fridge to obtain the ingredients to prepare to make breakfast. While Harry retrieved the frying pans and the other utensils needed. He looked up as his aunt returned from getting the morning paper. She was a thin, blond-haired woman with pale eyes. Petunia Dursley also had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which she used to spy on her neighbours. Which led too one of her other favourite past times, gossiping with neighbours. If one thing could be said with absolute certainty about the Dursleys; it was that they were the stereotypical suburban family.

" Make sure you don't burn anything you worthless Freaks!"

Freak, Boy, Girl, these were the names Harry and Rise grew up being called. It was not until they went to primary school that they learned what their real names were. The twins knew that their relatives hated them. Between the beatings, name calling, put downs it was blatantly obvious. Due to their harsh upbringing the twins were; very mature, reserved, and were acutely aware of their surroundings, for children their age. They kept everyone at a distance, trusted no one and craved power. Power to protect each other and to destroy their enemies.

A courter of an hour later saw Harry and Rose well into making their relatives their breakfast. It was at this time that Vernon Dursley entered the room. The big beefy man with a purple face, thick dark hair, a bushy black moustache, and nearly no neck, lumbered into the kitchen. His small, mean eyes took in the kitchen, and immediately found Harry and Rose. His favourite targets, even first thing in the morning.

"You need a haircut." No good morning. "Where is my breakfast?" Uncle Vernon demanded.

"Right here Uncle."

Harry grabbed his uncle's plate and placed it in front of him. In doing so he 'accidentally' knocked his uncle's coffee cup, right onto his lap.

" You clumsy FREAK!" His uncle yelled, as the scorching liquid burned him. Vernon backhanded Harry across the room. With that done Vernon Dursley left the room to change his now dirty clothes. Cursing his freak of a nephew the whole way.

Harry dragged himself off the floor, then he and Rose finished making breakfast. As they were bringing the plates to the table, they heard the sound of their cousin's crutches striking the floor. A week earlier Dudley Dursley broke his leg after he took a tumble down the stairs. Only three people knew how or why he fell down the stairs. The three who knew are Harry, Rose and Dudley himself. Harry and Rose were tired of their cousins continued abuse. So they pushed him down the stairs.

-FLASHBACK-

Harry and Rose descended the stairs, at the bottom of the stairs their cousin, a fat blubbering mass, lay clutching his leg. Harry and Rose stepped over their cousin as they came to the bottom of the stairs, Rose purposefully kicking his obviously broken leg. Dudley cried out in pain, the twins relished the sound. It was usually Harry or Rose or both that cried out in pain. It gave them a sense of pleasure, accomplishment to be able to strike back even though it was only at one of their tormentors.

"What's wrong dear cousin?'' Rose mockingly asked, looking down at her cousin with a look of contempt across her beautiful face.

"I…I tripped and f..f..f..fell d..d..down the s..s..stairs'' whimpered Dudley with tears staining his portly face.

"No cousin, you did not trip.'' Harry informed his cousin. Dudley looked up at his cousin in confusion. Harry reached out and grasped Dudley's broken leg. Dudley screamed in pain as his broken boned scraped against each other. Harry leaned in close and in a voice filled as cold as ice spoke to his cousin. "You see Dudley, Rose and I knocked you down the stairs. Do you know why we did this?''

"Don't bother answering. We know your to stupid to come up with the answer.'' sneered Rose. "We are tired of you beating us.''

"You see if you-"started Harry

"Hurt us-"continued Rose.

"Lie about us-"

"Or get us into trouble-"

"We will make the rest of your life very painful. Do you understand Dudley?''

"Y…Y…yeah.'' Whimpered a blubbering Dudley.

"Good, very good.'' Replied Harry and Rose together.

-FLASHBACK-

True to his word Dudley told everyone he tripped. He also, since the warning, had not tried to hurt Harry or Rose, or even tried to get them into trouble. Now if only they could intimidate their Aunt and Uncle. At this moment in time though, they needed to get ready for school. Rose and Harry left the kitchen for the bathroom. Harry brushed his teeth, washed his face and flossed his teeth. Meanwhile Rose was taking a shower only a few feet from her brother. This was not strange for the twins, with no parents or caring loved ones to help them, they had to help each other out. Due to living in the same cupboard and having to help bath each other they were used to no privacy, and being in constant close proximity to each other. When finished with their morning ritual, they switched positions. When they were completely done they went to wait for their relatives by the front door.

Forty minutes later found the twins walking to their first class of the day. Luckily for Harry and Rose they did not have to have classes with their cousin. This was lucky because when they were younger they brought home a test which they got perfect on and of course Dudley got no where near that score. Harry and Rose thought they would impress their aunt and uncle, and maybe their relatives would like them. They ere wrong, Vernon and Petunia Dursley were the farthest thing from proud and happy relatives. They received a beating for 'cheating' and trying to show up Duddykins. After this incident Harry and Rose stopped caring for their relatives at all. The next test they failed on purpose, thinking they would not get beaten for this. Again they were wrong, they learned to barely pass their tests and fly under the radar. When they finally had classes without the pig in a wig, they did their best. When they did their best they were the top of the class, near perfect marks. To keep Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon in the dark, so as not to receive any more beatings, they charmed their teachers. The teachers believed that Harry and Rose were: trustworthy, caring, kind, adorable, good-looking, brilliant, and brave, a model student. It was easy to get the teachers to fall in love and trust them. So when report card time came, they were able to talk the teachers into giving them their report cards. On their way back from school, Harry and Rose would simply destroy the report cards. The process was repeated for parent teacher interviews. When asked if their relatives wanted an interview, they would reply that their uncle had an important meeting or dinner party that evening.

This was one of many lessons they learned at the hands of the Dursleys. They once tried to fight back against Dudley; this led to their worst beating to date. This was lesson number two; strike from the shadows, have an ironclad alibi, leave no evidence, and if possible frame someone else. Lesson number three was intimidation works wonders. Lesson number four do not let the enemy know how strong you are, or what tricks you have up your sleeves. Lesson number five do not strike until you are ready, and if you do put your enemy down, do not let them get backup.

They learned lesson number five the hard way when they got home that night. Dudley had told Uncle Vernon the truth about his accident. Uncle Vernon's fat face was maroon; there was murder in his mean, little eyes. He advanced on them.

"You. Pushed. Dudley. Down. The. Stairs.'' Snarled Vernon.

Neither Harry nor Rose bothered to deny the accusation. There was no point, Vernon Dursley was beyond reason. Harry took a step forward putting himself between his uncle and sister. Everything happened in a flash. Vernon struck with his nine irons, which Harry had failed to see him holding. It struck with a sickening crunch of iron on bone. Harry went sprawling to the ground, and Vernon Dursley kept on striking him. Harry curled himself into a ball trying to protect his head and vital organs.

Rose jumped onto her uncles back her little hands punching at the back of his head. Rose knew she could not hurt her uncle but she had to do something to save her brother. Uncle Vernon just reached behind him grabbing Rose by the scruff of the neck and tossed her across the hall. Rose bounced off the front door landing in a heap. Harry knew he was about to die, than Rose would be next. He could not let her die; he would not let it happen. He felt something deep inside him snap. Some familiar power coursed through his veins. Making him feel all powerful.

'This must be what a god feels like.' Harry idly thought to himself.

Harry unleashed some of his new found power out in a wave of energy. His uncle was thrown backwards, through the wall and into the living room. Harry felt his freshly broken bones knit themselves back together. His cut, wounds and lacerations close up. The bruises and abrasions heal. He stood up shakily. He felt the power, there was not much left after he hurled his uncle through the wall and healed his injuries. He looked around himself at the devastation he wrought. Aunt Petunia and Dudley were now in a heap in the kitchen. The door separating the kitchen from the hall blown to bits and there was a new hole in the wall to his left that led into the living room. He turned around and saw Rose starting to sit up and looking at him. She was unaffected by his power.

''What the hell was that?' yelled Rose, looking at her brother in awe.

"I do not know.'' Answered Harry. "I just knew if I died you would be next. I could not let that happen. I felt something inside my mind, some sort of orb filled with this power. That is the best way to describe it. Than this power flowed through my entire body, it felt similar to when your arm falls asleep, except it was all over my body. I felt it building up and I felt like I was going to explode if the pressure wasn't released. So I let out some of it, to knock Uncle Vernon away…''

"Yeah, right through the wall.'' Interrupted Rose with a laugh.

" I know, I guess I don't know my own strength.'' Harry joked. "After that I felt my power start to heal my body, I'm exhausted now.''

"It must have taken a lot out of you to do all that. Especially after a beating and how malnourished we are. Our age also might have something to do with it. But what do we do now? We can't stay here.'' Asked Rose. It was a testament to their upbringing that at eight years old they were not freaking out. This was only a bit more violent than what they were used to.

"We need to leave. Go into the kitchen and grab some food that we can take with us. I will go upstairs and take Dudley's and Uncle Vernon's stash.''

As Rose went into the kitchen to gather food, while Harry made his way upstairs. His first stop was Dudley's room. He knew Dudley kept a hidden stash of money, money which he and his 'gang' stole, in a loose floorboard under his bed. He lifted the loose floor board and found what he was looking for, Dudley had two-hundred pounds waded up. Harry took this and left for his uncle's room. In the closet he found their safe. If he only knew he code to open up the safe. He closed his eyes and took a calming breath. He felt something trying to guide his movements. Harry surrendered to it, he let it take control. He felt his arm rise up, his index finger punch in the code, the safe pop open. He opened his eyes and sure enough the safe was open.

'This power is turning out to be extremely useful.' Harry thought.

He looked through the safe, trying to fin anything useful. There were the usual documents most people have in their safes. These were of course useless to Harry and Rose. What was useful were the jewels that their relatives kept in there, not trusting them out in the open with Harry and Rose living there. A few necklaces, a couple rings and some bracelets. Harry grabbed all of these and went back downstairs to the kitchen. Rose was already there with a duffle bag waiting for him.

"I grabbed enough food to last us three weeks. That's the good thing about having relatives the size of whales. I also checked Uncle Vernon and Dudley's wallets, as well as Aunt Petunia's purse. There was about twelve hundred pounds all together. I thought about taking their bank and credit cards.'' Rose informed her bother when she saw him enter the kitchen.

"They will not say anything if we only take the money from their wallets.'' Replied Harry. " I we take their cards they will probably involve the Bobbies."

"Where do we go?'' asked a worried Rose Potter.

"London, we can disappear there. I took some of Aunt Petunia's jewelry; we should be able to pawn it. With all the money we can find a small place to rent. London is a big city we should be able to find something.''

With that said he grabbed the duffle bag and walked towards the front door. With Rose fallowing close behind. He stopped and looked around the house, the house they grew up in. he grasped the doorknob and opened the door. He literally opened the door to the a completely new destiny.