The Shadow Lord

Chapter 2

The Cores of Memory

July 16, 1991

Harry awoke from unconsciousness in his cupboard with darkness clouding his vision. He had a slight throbbing in his head as though someone had beat him over the head (which they had) however there was knowledge that was not his own that he had access to. Not only did he have the knowledge that the memories of acquiring said knowledge to go along with them many of them in a later years were highly disturbing and brutal. This allowed him to give a name to his gifts- he had magic, but not just magic, but powerful magic, more powerful than many of the wizards of today's world but Harry doesn't know any of that, at least not yet, but he will very soon.

Harry exited his cupboard to cook for the Dursley's upon awakening hoping that he would not get a beating like the night before. It took Harry 20 minutes to cook breakfast, not because it was difficult but because of the sheer amount of food that he needed to cook. The Dursley men were a pair of fat fucks with no table manners whatsoever. Vernon was in a good mood this morning, he always was after giving Harry a beating and so didn't even so much as look at him as he sat down for breakfast, the chair groaned in protest but held.

"Boy I want you to go to the park where everyone can see you. I don't want to hear any rumours about my family because of a FREAK like you. Now get out of here before I change my mind." Vernon snarled at Harry once he was finished his food. The problem with that was food flew out of his mouth losing any sort of credibility he had with that threat.

Despite that Harry schooled his face and without a word when outside heading towards the park. Harry returned from the park after a few hours allowing numerous people to see him. When he returned home he began to work on dinner, thankfully at least to Harry he did not receive a beating and was allowed a few scraps from the table as his dinner.

July 25, 1991

It is over week and Harry now lay in his cupboard again covered in blood. He had been thrown against the fridge by his uncle, causing them muscles in his back to bruise before his uncle continued with his beating." I swear I'll make them pay for this, and all the other things that they've done" Harry whispered to himself hatred lining his voice. He managed to get himself into an position that was relatively comfortable for his current condition, and fell asleep.

Harry's Mind

Over the last week Harry had been investigating the different balls of light, testing each of them and seeing how they made him feel. Some made him feel happy, some sad, some angry, and some just made him feel empty or nothing at all. Every time he touched one of the balls of light or "cores" as he had come to refer to them, a memory or segments of a memory would play before his eyes. The odd time he would get just a flash of something- a house, a forest, a grey beard, a gold coin- things that didn't seem to matter separately but Harry believed that if he was able to find the other parts of the memories, he might be able to figure out what it all meant.

It wasn't until 2 days ago that he thought of the idea of pushing the cores together one by one and merging them AN:(like welding a piece of plate metal to another to construct a box or something). Harry knew this would likely be dangerous, and so was taking his time as to not rush things-possibly killing himself if something went wrong. God knows he'd learned enough self control to survive this long.

"Now I just need to organize these and then thing's around here should be better...for me" Harry muttered, smirking at the end.

Luckily for Harry, the worst didn't happen for once but, there were a couple times that he thought he might of done something wrong and was quick to stop the process letting things settle down before continuing further. Finally after what seemed like days to Harry but was only 5 hours in the real world he was finished and ready to test out his powers, unknown to him however there was a few interesting side effects as a result of his "solution".

Exit Harry's Mind

Harry awoke with a start, his fingers tingling strangely that quickly turned to a burning sensation until the point where he thought his skin was boiling off. He held in his screams and suddenly the burning was gone leaving a pleasingly cool sensation. Harry opened his eyes, not remembering when he closed them after waking to see his hand covered in blue flames. Pleased with his success so far he tried to extinguish the flames but was met with no success on that front. It took him almost an hour to put out the flames but was certain he could control it if push came to shove.

Deciding he should get the Dursley's breakfast ready, so he could get out of the house and see what else he can do with his magic.

'Hopefully I can figure out the limits of this 'magic' or if there might be someone like me out there that can teach me' Harry thought. All the while Harry still hadn't noticed his injuries from the night before were healed and had almost forgotten about the Pretty girl from the park. Fortunately he was about to get another run in with the pretty girl later that day.

AN: Alright I know I said there would be an update after the holiday's and there wasn't. It wasn't just that I'm strapped for time as I'm also working on my book that I'm writing but also school, family, working on my way to cross to other dimensions and universes and me just being an asshole. You may pick some of them, one or all of them as an excuse as to my lack of an update.

However I would also like to thank everyone who posted a review and hope you all continue to do so as I did a pinch of editing to the first chapter (thanks Jediprankster for pointing out the slight inconsistency with the summary it has been fixed) also I'm really feeling the ideas flowing lately and am going to really try to get some more updates in with some longer chapters. Note: Harry will be dark but kind to those that have earned his trust and loyalty. It is unlikely he will manipulate his loved ones but may "slip up" a couple times in the later years. Also I am still unsure how to write Dumbledore so I will be creating a poll to see what people want the most.

Until Next Time,

Assho- i mean Wrath