2 Dudley's birthday

Harry started to cook breakfast for the family of sea cows that he was living with. He didn't mind cooking, after travelling and hunting Dark Lords for so long he started to enjoy the little things that gave him peace, and, as coincidences would have, for some reason, cooking was never interrupted by some murder attempt, not by dumb letters of help, so he started to enjoy it more and more.

While cooking, Harry was trying to do a check-up on his body, what he found didn't please him at all.

Apart from the obvious malnutrition and some badly healed bones, there was nothing that couldn't be fixed by some potions and some healing charms. No, the problem was with his magic, it was frightening how many bounds there were inside of him.

Closing his eyes, he started to prove a little more, trying to analyze what kind of curses he had on him, that's where they were alright? Curses of the worst kind.

Harry was in deep thinking while trying to analyze the bounds inside him that he didn't see the bacon had started to burn.

It was only when the pan started to smoke that the screams of his aunt made him snap back.

"Freak! You are burning my Diddykins food!"While screaming, Petunia slaps the back of his head and grabs his arm."I swear that if you ruin his birthday, I will tell Vernon to give you a lesson!"

Harry hearing this didn't answer. While young, he would have said something like 'yes, aunt Petunia' or 'Sorry, aunt Petunia' but he wasn't a kid anymore, at least not in mind.

So he didn't say anything and instead grabbed the knife he had used to cut the sides of the pieces of bread before.

Seeing Harry not answering and instead grabbing a knife, Petunia took a step back and yelled "Vernon! Vernon! Help! He has a weapon!".

Harry pointed the knife to his aunt only smiling at her and was going to speak, but hearing the stomps of a walrus-man, he went to chop some onions as nothing happened.

Vernon came screaming. "Freak! What are you doing to my wife?"

Harry ignored him and kept chopping the onions, making his uncle red in anger. Poor Vernon didn't know that, that was exactly what he wanted.

His uncle grabbed Harry by his shoulder and made him spin. Harry, who had the knife in his hand, made his body light and spun with the force that Vernon did.

The knife of Harry went flying towards Vernon's hand.

"HAAAAAA!" Vernon grabbed his hand while screaming "My finger! My finger!".

The finger of Vernon was half-cut hanging from his hand, making the whole kitchen bloody.

Harry screamed too "HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" While screaming, he runs to the phone while saying to his aunt "Ambulance! Ambulance! Call the paramedics! Mayday! Mayday! Solider down!".

Harry ran to the phone and made a call, his aunt was freezing in fright, while his uncle was wailing. 'Probably a mating call' though Harry while sitting on the couch with the tone waiting for the police to pick the phone.

"999, what's your emergency?"

"Blood Blood he is going to kill me! Help!" Harry was using his best acting skills, not that the officer on the other hand could see his panicked face.

". Are you safe right now? Can you tell me your name and age, please?"

"I'm going to be starved to death!" I'm never going to leave the cupboard!"Harry screaming finally made his aunt snap and run to grab the phone while running. She was screaming

"You freak, what did you do to my Vernon!"

The police had already put the call on loudspeaker, the screams of Vernon whaling plus the panicked voice of what sounded like a kid was enough to send a group of police officers and paramedics. Even when hearing what Petunia had screamed, the officer asked

"Can you tell me the address and your name, please?"

" I'm Harry Potter, from 4th Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey! HAAAAA STOP STOP"Harry started screaming when his aunt was getting closer and started to hit himself with the phone.

Her aunt seeing this was completely enraged and grabbed him by his hair. Harry though didn't drop the phone and instead screamed"Don't kill me, don't kill me!".

While all of this was happening, Dudley was pale in the kitchen entrance looking at his father's blood, but seeing his mother grabbing Hary while screaming made him run to his mother.

His mother seeing Dudley said,"Dudley, grab that phone!"

Dudley runs towards Harry trying to grab the phone while punching and kicking him.

Harry thought that it was enough and that the kicks and hair pull were starting to hurt, so he dropped the phone while punching his Aunt on the stomach.

His Aunt loosened his hair enough so that he could run away.

Dudley on the other hand hung the phone while also pulling it out of the wall, breaking the cables.

Harry ran towards his cupboard and closed the door.

He was now on the bed looking at the ceiling, he had already grabbed his chair and used it to make a quick lock. Good thing he did it fast because Dudley had tried to open it two times already. Apparently, he had really enjoyed punching him.

Both his aunt and cousin stopped bothering him after a while.

He used this opportunity of calm before the police arrived to keep analyzing the shackles on his magic core. But it failed again, he could feel it, but without moving his magic, it was impossible to do anything.

Harry closed his eyes and tried to move his magic, it did move a little but was so small that it was the same as nothing.

He tried again this time thinking about his uncle and the anger that came with it.

* Crack*

The light bulb of his cupboard cracked.

Still, Harry smiled, his magic moved enough so that he could have a small connection to it now.

Again, he started analyzing what was inside of him only to take a deep breath.

His core looked awful, it was not only full of cracks, but the bounds on it were tightly tied, putting more pressure on it, the wards, on the other hand, were connecting to the small spaces that were free from his magic like tendrils absorbing everything they could.

He had four bounds to his core plus three blood wards syphoning magic from him.

Seeing this, he thought that it was really lucky not to end up a squib before going to Hogwarts.

Three of the magic bounds were pretty normal, basic ones, the kind used for criminals by the Aurors. The fourth one was one used by parents lessen a little of the control damage after a burst of accidental magic, they were normally used for children from one to five years old.

Looking at the charm probably cast by one of his parents makes him put on a melancholy smile.

Harry shook his head and mumble "And old man and still crying for your parents", he felt a little embarrassed about it, but the feeling of never seeing them had always kept engraved on him.

Yes, he had his parents portraits, but they were different.

Portraits could learn new things, but they never grow emotionally. In the case of their parents, they were 21 on the portraits, making them have the emotions of that age. It doesn't matter how much they learn, they would always act like their 21 selves.

Harry moved from the magic bounds and instead started to analyze the blood wards connecting to him.

Using a burst of emotions, again, to move his magic and analyze the wards makes him open his eyes in horror.

The wards were dark as heck, the kind that needed a human sacrifice to work.

Thinking of this, Harry's face contour in anger and said"I hope you didn't use my parents, Dumbledore, or the torture I will bring you would make the Crucio feel like tickles!"

Taking a deep breath, he keeps looking at the wards. They were really a nasty piece of work, one of them was making owls and magical's scrying spells fail, making him impossible to contact or find.

The second one was a really pervert one, it could connect his location to a magical object.

Looking a little more, he found that it also sent reports of his body health by the second. Seeing this, Harry's face went a little green and started thinking.

'I really hope it didn't tell him when I was masturbating, what about having sex? Ho for Merlin's saggy left nut! That's why the bastard called me to his office after my night with Parvati! Sick fucker. Wait Snape was there that day! Did the fucker know too?'

Harry shook his head trying to send off that awful image and decided to look at the last ward.

He uses the image of Snape and Dumbledore in their office looking at his body to send a burst of magic to the last ward. This ward was the only one protecting him from something, in this case, it was from the Horrocrux on his head.

Seeing this, Harry felt a little less stressed, this ward was confirming that Dumbledore didn't want him dead, at least not now.

Harry kept looking at the wards. The first thing he needed to do was to entangle the magic bounds; after that, there were a lot of possibilities to just move the blood wards to another place.

Thinking for the future, he started to make a list of possible targets for blood wards, the first one was his uncle, but he was a little scared of Dumbledore noting that he had suddenly gained enough weight to make a new Guinness record.

Thinking about the people who could enjoy it a little, he makes a decision.

Ron, he was the perfect target for the blood wards. He still needed to wait a little more, but he could wait three more months.

The priority was the Bound magic, but first, he needed to make the police give trouble to the Dursley's.

As he was thinking of this, the bell of the house sounded followed by three loud hits on the door.

Harry heard his aunt steps going to the door, making him near his ears to the door for better listening.

"Please come! Please come! Did you bring an ambulance? My Vernon is passed out in the kitchen".

Hearing this, the police officers looked at each other, they were there listening to the screams and the sound of hits on the phone.

The officers entered the home while one of them asked Petunia "Where is Harry Potter? We have some questions for him".

Hearing the name, Petunia took a glance at the cupboard followed by a scowl. The glance wasn't ignored by one of the officers that were behind the group making him stay while the other walked inside the kitchen, followed by the paramedics.

Petunia on the other hand said"That freak! He is a psychopath, I tell you, he was jealous of my Dyddikins birthday! And then he cut my husband's finger! He should be put in jail!"

Petunia started to screech like a harpy, she was making the police a chagrined face.

While the police were asking questions to Petunia, and the paramedics were helping Vernon. The officer who stayed behind was looking at the cupboard door.

He noted all the locks on the door, which made him frown his eyebrows a little, but before starting to take conclusions, he nocked the door two times.

Harry heard the knocks of the doors, he knew that it wasn't his aunt, so he said in the best frightening voice he could muster.

"Aunty Petunia, I-it w-wasn't on pu-purpose I-i swear!"

The officer hearing the scared voice of what it sounded as a child said in a gentle voice.

"I'm the police. Are you, Harry Potter? The one who calls us?

Hearing this, Harry wanted to stir the pot a little more, so he said

"Aren't you, Vernon, friends then? He always said he had friends in the police, and they would never help me!"

The officer hearing this was getting angry. He hates child abuse, and hearing what the kid said made his temper get worse.

Still, he needed to ask the kid questions and, if possible, send him to the station where he could be safe; so without losing his gentle voice, he said

"Your uncle lied to you, I swear that I'm here to help you".

Harry took the chair from the door and took a small peek at the outside.

He had been in the dark for around half an hour, making the light dazzle him a little.

The officer used this chance to open the door.

Harry acting as if a frightened kid stumbled back and grabbed his head while making a little ball.

The officer looked at the scared kid, he noted that he didn't have a shirt on, making all the hits of Dudley plus the scars of countless belt beatings stand out.

The scars were really a lot, and the green, purple-coloured back makes it worse.

The officer didn't know that Harry took his T-shirt off on purpose, the first impression was important!

The officer kneel towards Harry and said: "Don't worry, kid, I'm really here to help you, why don't you come with me, there are doctors that can make you feel better?".

Harry took a peek at the officer and nodded his head.

The officer took a step back, wanted to give him proper space and not to frighten the kid more.

Harry stood up and walked out of the cupboard.

The officer started to ask him questions.

"Do you sleep here?"

Harry nodded his head and said in a low murmured "My uncles said that a freak like me didn't deserve anything better".

The officer frowned at his face and asked another one "I see, can you tell me their names?"

Harry nodded his head "Vernon and Petunia".

"I see. Now can you tell me why you called?".

Harry looked at the floor in guilt and said "I was making Dudley breakfast as always, but then my uncle came running while I was chopping the onions!" And I cut his finger!

"It wasn't on purpose, I swear! I don't want to go to jail. I still don't have any friends!"

While saying this, Harry started to tear up, making the police officer angry. Harry seeing his angry face kept the acting and took a step back while saying

"I'm going to jail? My aunt always says that I'm a worthless freak like my parents and would live my life in jail"

The officer seeing Harry's face sent him a little smile and said "Don't worry, champ, we are going to the hospital to make you feel a little better, okay? No prison, I promise!"

Harry nodded his head while following the officer out to an ambulance.

The people around the ambulance look at Harry with pitying eyes. This irked Harry a little. He had his pride as a powerful wizard.

While Harry was sitting getting checked, a group of officers entered the house with stretchers. Harry was a little amazed by the strength that the officer would need to do to raise his whale of an uncle.

The time passed, Vernon was already sent to the hospital, while petunia was being escorted to the police. While walking, she kept screaming to him about how he would go to jail for harming her Vernon.

The police just pat Harry's head while shaking their heads in reassurance.

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Harry was sitting at a desk, with him there was a woman from Social Services. She was asking questions about his life with the Dursley's.

Harry, of course, didn't hide anything and kept talking about it all.

"So, why didn't you ask help from the teachers?"

Harry looked down."My uncles lie to everyone saying that I was a h-hoolegai."

"Hooligan" interrupted the woman.

Harry made a cute frown and said "Hooligan". The woman nodded at him to continue the story.

"They tell everyone I was a hooligan and a thief! I'm not a thief!"

"And what about your friends?"

Harry looked down again and said "I don't have any". Harry put an angry face, "They said that it's because I'm a freak! But it is a lie! It's all Dudley's fault! He bullies all the people who talk to me".

The woman was looking with sad eyes at Harry, she was going to have a lot of work the coming week, especially talking to the teachers, there was something fishy here, even with now a T-shirt on she still could see how scrawny and underfeed Harry was, it was really weird that not a single teacher, not the parents had said anything.

"What about school?"

"I learn a lot but have bad grades—if not, Vernon would hit me for having better grades than Dudley".

This continues for a while until three officers enter the room.

The officer wanted to speak with Harry, saying that his aunt didn't stop saying that Harry did it on purpose.

Harry hears this and runs behind the woman of social service, making the officer look at her.

The woman didn't say anything and instead showed them all the notes in it. On the notes there was also a medics check, noting all the old bruises and scars.

The more they read it, the angry they got. There were a lot of them, one, in particular, said that Harry had his shoulder bad for a badly cured fissure.

The officer didn't say anything and instead went to his aunt.

On the other hand, the woman asked Harry "Do you have anyone that you can stay with in the meantime?"

Harry shook his head but said "I can take care of myself, I know how to cook and clean"

The woman looked at him, his cousin was already sent to his aunt Marge, but when they asked about Harry, the aunt told them that she wouldn't accept the freak in her house.

The woman left the room and asked what to do. After a couple of minutes they concluded that Harry could take care of himself, though they would send an officer the next-day morning to see that everything was right.

It was like this that Petunia and Vernon were sent to jail and the hospital, Dudley was still safe, at least until they found that the little menace was walking around destroying, stealing and punching everything that was smaller than him.

Harry was now inside of his home sitting on the couch while looking at the ceiling. Hearing the silence, he said out loud "Well. It was easier than I thought"

He started to think about when he was a kid, before going back, maybe a lot of things would have been better had he gone to the police, not that it was his fault, he was really scared of his uncle's rage at that moment.

He shook those thoughts from his mind. It didn't make sense to keep thinking about the past, he now had a new life, and he was going to enjoy it fully.

Now a little better, he closed his eyes and started to unbound his magic.

There were two ways of doing this—the first was to make a burst of magic so big that the bounds would just snap off, the other was to push it little by little.

He chose the second, after all, he had really good control of magic, enough to pull it off without taking sweat, and the first option would make his body break in the best case or worst straight killing him.

Harry started to move the first bound, sending tendrils of magic. From the outside, it looked as if the magic core was making a surgery on itself.

It wasn't until two hours that the first bound was freed.

Harry opened his eyes in delight, he was feeling the magic run through his body, like for the first time he had touched a wand.

Trying to see if all was right, he pointed his fingers towards the coffee table and tried to transfigure it into a little pig…it failed miserably, apparently, he still didn't have enough connection to his magic for it.

Instead of getting dejected, he cast a couple of quick charms like Lumos, Wingardium Leviosa, etc.

He could cast all of them perfectly. He then tried to use his raw magic to grab a pillow, but again it failed, he couldn't connect to his magic properly.

Still, seeing that he could use basic charms, he started to cast Household spells in the kitchen, where it was still messy, not only bloody but also full of food and pans around the floor.

Harry started to cast spells after spells.

The pans in the kitchen popped four legs and started to move around like a puppy. Harry chuckled a little thinking of the Beast and the Beauty movie, they only need a pair of eyes and start singing.

Then he used the Accio charm to make the brooms, buckets and cleaning utensils fly towards him. Again, he sent the same Household Charm making them come to life.

The kitchen started to clean itself, bubbles of soap were floating around while the cleaning brushes scrubbed everything into sparkling white.

It only took 15 minutes to clean the whole kitchen.

Harry sent the last two charms from his fingers, the first making the fridge open while the second making all the food on it start to cook itself.

He made himself a BTL (beacon tomato lettuce) while drinking soda.

He also used the opportunity to start eating Dudley's birthday cake.

Once he finished using his magic and eating, he again closed his eyes. After using so much controlled magic, he was feeling a little lethargic, his head was also hurting a little, while his arms were aching from the strain.

Magic wasn't a quantitative object, it was all about connection, everyone had the same magic core, it didn't matter the age or power.

The biggest difference between an old wizard and a kid was the old one had his body and mind used to having magic go through it. It was literally like a muscle, not the core itself, but the body that needed to support the magic channelling.

The more you use it, the easier it is to cast stronger magics and longer ones too.

This makes Harry's body feel a little sluggish and aching right now. Still, he was a little anxious about how much magic he could do right now. He knew that if it wasn't for his immaculate control of magic, he would probably not even cast a Lumos charm right now.

He needed to unbound his core now, so he started again.

The second journey took Harry almost six hours, and just like his first shackle, it made him feel all giddy, though the pain and aches increased a little more.

Seeing his body hurting a lot, he decided to go take a nap and leave the third bound for when he woke up.

Harry started to walk to his cupboard until it hit him that he didn't need to sleep there anymore, instead, he decided to sleep on the couch while watching TV.

He also greeted his teeth and used some spells toward them, he wanted to recuperate his old body faster.

Harry transfigure some pillows into nice fluffy blankets and cast some temperature charms plus foamy charms into the couch, making it extremely comfortable.

It was with the pain of overusing magic that Harry James Potter started his first day in the past.

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Chapter two bitches >:D