Chapter 1: The Letter from Hogwarts

He sat on his small cot in the smallest bedroom of Number four Private Drive. A simple glance around the room wouldn't have revealed the fact that he wasn't a normal boy. He had a normal twin sized bed, a neat desk, and a small rolling chair. He himself looked like any old ten soon to be eleven year old. He had jet black hair, a small yet still muscular frame, and green eyes that seemed as if they glowed. He wore a black t-shirt and jeans. There was nothing that screamed out abnormal. Well except perhaps the faded lightning-bolt scar on his forehead, and the four foot snake curled on the end of his bed. Yet you couldn't find a more abnormal boy in a twenty mile radius.

His name was Harry Potter. He had lived with his relatives, the Dursleys, for as long as he could remember. He knew that he hadn't always stayed with them for they had told him so. They had woken up one morning and there he was on the doorstep sleeping as if he were dead. They had told him that his parents had died in a car crash and that since they were his only living relatives that he had come to stay with them. He had had a fairly good life with them, getting proper food, a bedroom, and proper schooling. But he didn't think the Dursleys liked him. There was always an air of forced politeness about them as if they would rather not be doing what they were.

Regardless of this facts Harry still had a good life. The Dursleys had enrolled him and his cousin Dudley in to a mixed martial arts dojo when Dudley had expressed an interest in it. Now after three years of martial arts, Harry was the best pupil his master had. He was farthest along and could even beat some of the sixteen year olds in sparring. In fact he had to spar with the older kids as none of the kids in his age group could keep up with him.

Thanks to this martial arts training he moved with a cat like grace to him, almost as if he was part cat. Harry also excelled at other physical activities. He was always the first one picked for sports at school and always one of the top players in whatever he did. This was always due to him trying to be the best at whatever he did. He didn't know why he had to be the best just that he did. It didn't just extend to physical activities either. He also excelled at mental activities too. He was always the first one done with his school work and no one could keep up with him, he even out smarted most of his teachers. He was already smarter than most college students.

Harry had a big secret though. He could do magic. Not just your average penny in your ear type stuff, but real legitimate magic. He had discovered it one day walking home from school.

Flashback

Harry was six. He was walking home from a trying day of school. He was tired he had worn himself out playing football with the other boys his age during recess. Since he was tired he decided to take a short cut home through an alley. It was dark and littered with trash. He walked through it and suddenly he felt eyes on him.

That was another odd thing about Harry he always seemed to know when someone was watching him. He would almost immediately turn in the direction the eyes were coming from. He could even tell to an extent what the person or animal looking at him was looking at him for.

These eyes were hungry. They wanted to eat him. He turned in the direction they were coming from. It was a dog. A HUGE dog. It was five feet tall and very skinny. You could see its rib. It had brown and black fur and it was growling, showing huge yellowing teeth. The growl was low and menacing. Harry felt his hair stand upon end and a shiver of fear roll down his spine. His heart began to beat a mile a minute and he started to take a step back.

"Nice doggy, good doggy," he said shakily. The dog took a menacing step forward, and then another. Suddenly, it started running full tilt at Harry.

Harry had never been this scared in his life. He was positively terrified. Then suddenly he felt a warm sensation rising up from his chest and into his limbs. Suddenly he felt that he could do anything. He could crush mountains, level forests, and tame seas. He could do anything. Then he acted instinctively.

His hand shot out and he felt a small amount of that energy leave him and rush toward the dog. It hit the dog as it was running toward Harry, barking menacingly the whole while, then it hit. The dog flew back as the energy hit it and landed on its neck. It moved no more.

End Flashback

Harry hadn't known what that was that had happened that day, but he could always feel that energy just beneath the surface, waiting to be used. So he started trying to use it. At first it was hard calling it up to the surface to be used. He had to concentrate really hard to do it. And then he couldn't do anything with it. He did notice however, that when he had it on the surface his senses where heightened, and he was stronger, faster, and he could think faster. He also noticed that his eyes glowed when it was on the surface. Since it made him feel good Harry tried to get it on the surface all the time.

At first he could hold it there for barely a minute, but he got better. First one minute, then five, then ten, and so on till he could hold it there all the time without concentrating to hard. In fact it became almost instinctual to have it at the surface. That he found was a problem because he kept accidently slipping into other people's minds. He could hear their thoughts when he was just in the vicinity, but when he looked into their eyes he went in and could see their memories. Harry found it disturbing and since he needed to stop he decided to build his own walls around his mind, so he didn't wander into others minds. He started meditating since that was a way to get into to his mind. It took a while but eventually, he was there.

He was amazed at what he found. He was on the edge of a large ocean. It was a glowing white color and he instinctively knew this was what he had flowing through him. He could feel the waves on the sandy shore, smell something on the air unidentifiable on the warm breeze coming from the ocean. He stepped into the water and instantly he could see, no, feel everything on his body. It was amazing.

The one thing he couldn't feel was the end of this ocean, and with a start he realized it was never ending. Then he realized he was on an island in the center of that ocean, a meteorite in the infinite world of space. He decided that the island must be his mind, and the ocean his magic, for what else could it be.

Eventually he came back to the task at hand and thought of putting an impenetrable force field around his mind. And out of thought appeared a translucent blue dome around the island. After that he had no problems staying out of other peoples thought, but he could go into them if he tried.

After trying for months he eventually figured out how to direct his magic to do what he wanted. It was all about will power. He couldn't just think it, he had to will it to happen. It was hard to will things to happen at first, he could barely lift a match, but gradually he developed the will power to do just about anything. He even found a new way of transportation.

He simply thought of where he wanted to be and willed himself there. POP and there he was. It was very uncomfortable at first, feeling as if he was being squeezed through a small tube. Soon, after he got better at it he didn't notice any sensation at all. Along with this he could now do it silently. It came in handy when he was late for something and couldn't get there by conventional means.

One advantage of being able to have his magic on the surface became clear when he did start martial arts with Dudley. Harry could do the moves for martial arts almost instinctively. He was so good that he had to tone it down so he didn't always win against everyone, including his master. He found that he could react with almost precognitive speed, as if he knew what was going to happen before it did. He was also incredibly strong because of it. He could pick up almost two hundred pounds with just one arm. He had to hold back so he didn't hurt other people.

Another thing that he kept secret was that he could talk to snakes. He found out on a visit to an exotic pet store.

Flashback

Harry was eight. He and the Dursleys were at the pet store because Dudley had wanted a dog. His Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were suckers to Dudley's every whim so they decided to get him one. As they were browsing around looking at the dogs, Harry was looking at the other animals in the store. He had looked at cats, birds, and rodents, now he was getting around to the snakes. Harry had always had an inexplicable fascination with snakes.

As he was walking over there he heard a rather rude, female voice say, "Stupid humans always man handling us snake. If I could get out of here I'd rap around your neck and choke you so hard…"

The voice trailed off and Harry looked around to see where it came from. "Whose there." He called out. He heard a loud gasp come from the snake exhibit.

"A speaker! Terribly sorry, dear master. I didn't mean to offend. Please forgive me."

He moved for the exhibit and saw a lone snake curled up. The label said that it was a ball python but Harry knew that it wasn't just from looking at it. It was an anaconda. A baby one, but still an anaconda. "Are you talking to me?" Harry asked the snake.

"Oh yes sir. You are a speaker. I am obliged to speak to you." She replied.

"I never knew snakes could talk? Hmm. Learn something new every day." He mused

"Oh yes, we can all talk just only to each other and humans with the Gift."

"The gift?"

"NO! No. The GIFT. Silver tongue. The ability to talk to snakes." The snake sounded rather passionate about this so he just nodded his head and chalked it up toward another of the unusual things about him.

"Okay, okay. Calm down. I understand." He said making a placating gesture with his hands. "So uh Miss," He continued. "Do you have a name?"

"My name is Arnine." She replied suddenly shy.

"Well Arnine, I am Harry. Do you like it here?"

She started to hiss violently. "Like it here! I hate it here!" She hissed out angrily. "I would rather be ANY place but here."

Harry thought for a minute and finally came to a decision. "You could come with me." He said cautiously.

The snake looked as if it were trying to contain itself and finally burst out, "OH COULD I! I promise I won't be a bother. I can catch my own food and everything. I─"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Yes you can come. Just Curl around my waist for now and we will get you better situated." After he opened the top with a bit of magic the eighteen inch snake curled around Harry's waist and they set off.

End Flashback

Ever since that day Arnine had been a permanent part of his life. He hid her from the Dursleys with a bit of magic and they hadn't found her yet even though she was about six feet long. She hunted for her own food in the nearby wild life reserve. He would transport the two of them down there once a week and she would go hunting. She was his closest friend, the only person he told everything to.

At that current moment the two were sitting on the bed. They were waiting to be called down for breakfast when Uncle Vernon shouted up, "HARRY, GET THE POST."

"Yes Uncle Vernon" He called back. He got off the bed, went down the stairs, and to the door. At the bottom of the door there were several letters but one stood out on it, it had green ink that said,

Harry Potter

The Smallest Bedroom

4 Private Drive

Surrey

He picked it up and on the other side it said,

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry