2 Ch 2 - Breaking Locks

I woke up to screaming and the shaking of the room that I am in.

Then I remember that I am Harry Potter and that I am currently the House Elf of the Dursleys.

Vernon: "Freak, what are you still doing in there? Where is our breakfast?"

I slowly opened the door and decided to look meek and just do what he says for now.

"S-sorry un-uncle Vernon, I'll make breakfast right now"

As I walked past him he kicked me in the back sending me flying towards the kitchen.

I landed with a thud and groaned from the pain.

My horse faced aunt looked from the side and then opened her mouth.

Petunia: "That's right you freak hurry up and make us our food. You are lucky we even let you live here so you better get to it"

With that I had to make breakfast for these monsters and do all the chores in the house.

I got a better feel of my memories from this life and realized that I am only three years old.

They are beating up and forcing chores on a three year old child.

As I was cutting grass in the garden my anger spikes and a few pieces of the ground around me are seen lifted and the clippers I am using bent into a pretzel.

I took deep breaths and everything fell back down.

Maybe its because of my mana sensitivity and control talents but I felt that I could probably recreate what happened during that bout of accidental magic.

I was so excited to start practicing magic but I have to deal with the Dursley's in a way that doesn't alert the old goatfucker.

I looked across the street to see, Dumbledore's spy, Ms. Frigg staring at me.

I decided to act scared and ran back into the house.

I came back out a little later to see that the garden and fixed all the holes but I couldn't fix the sheers so I threw them into the trash.

I'm the only one who uses them as I'm forced to do the chores so I'm sure no one would notice.

I went back into the cupboard and closed the door behind me.

I decided to learn Mind Arts first as it is one of my strong talents and if I get good enough at it I can alter the Dursley's minds slightly and have them leave me alone instead of torturing me.

I closed my eyes and began to meditate.

I started to sense the energy which I assume is mana around me and saw multiple masses of mana connected to me.

One connected to my body as a whole, one connected to my heart, and one connected to my mind.

I started to try and sense the one around my body and realized that this one is the protection my mother must have cast upon her death.

Another bout of anger hit me as I realized that the protection my mother gave me in my dying moments is being used to power the wards around this house and even protect the Dursley's.

The walls in the cupboard cracked and my bed began to float.

I calmed down and realize that Dumbledore who I will now only refer to as Old Goat Fucker has bastardized my Mother's magic into a ward tied to my blood to protect the house and the Dursley's leaving my current protection strained.

I have to continually control my anger as I check the other two magic threads connected to my heart and mind.

The one connected to my heart is actually connected to my mana core.

It is being suppressed to the point that I only have access to ten percent of my magic.

This is more acceptable as the more strain on my mana core as I grow and use it the better gains I will have in the future.

The problem is that I have to break in before my magic maturity at age 11 or else I will have permanent damage to my mana core.

It seems my mana core will go through a massive growth period from 7 to 18.

I will have three magic maturities at the age of 11, 15, and 18.

If I strain my magic during these times then it will leave my magic core damaged and unable to grow to its limit.

Finally we have the magic attached to my head or mind and I can see that there are actually two now.

The Voldemort soul piece is one which I will also have to take care of before my first magic maturity or it will latch onto my magic and not be able to be removed.

The second one is probably the worst out of all of the other problems plaguing me.

That's right even the Dark Lord stuck in my head is less of a problem then this.

It's a lock that slows my thinking speed, lowers inhibitions, lowers logical thought, and even one that prevents setting up occlumency shields.

Despite my anger I realized that not all is lost as this one is actually not connected to anything and thus the old goat fucker can't tell if I break it or not.

This must be due to the complexity of the spell and he couldn't put in some kind of trace like he did for the spell locking my magic core or the bastardized blood wards.

I can not break the seals on my mind right away as it could very well turn me into a vegetable.

I continued to push mana towards my head and sense everything about the lock on my mind and realized that the lock has a key hole for a lack of a better term.

My magic won't even go into the key hole and I realize that it has to do with frequency.

This must be keyed to the old goat fucker mana frequency so I just have to vibrate my mana at different frequencies until I can unlock it.

For the next few weeks I slowly get used to vibrating my mana and creating strings of mana to explore the lock on my mind.

I finally feel ready and change the frequency of my magic to the old goat and carefully push strings of mana to explore the locking mechanism.

This takes another few months at which point I turn four years old.

I suppose birthdays have some kind of magic significance as on this day I finally broke the lock on my mind and feel as if I am seeing the world for the first time.

I feel like my mind has had a load taken off and I can think so much faster.

With this I can finally start practicing Mind Arts.