Teaser of The Dark Side of Magic Chapter 1

Summary: Harry gets tired of his relatives treating him like dirt, but one night, Vernon returns home angrier than ever, and just as Harry runs away to safety, a voice in his head tells him to use the 'Force,' and Harry sends Vernon flying. But how did he do that? And who is Anakin Skywalker?

Chapter 1 (Never Alone)

"We found you, freak. You have nowhere to go." Dudley said with a smug smile as he approached Harry, who refused to show fear, especially in front of someone like Dudley, who was bigger than him and also felt the need to bring his fellow idiots with him; not much of a surprise.

Dudley hurled Harry unrelentingly, causing his body to collide harshly with the floor's surface. A metallic tang coated his lips. The icy touch of the cold floor seeped into his skin. Dudley planted his boot firmly atop Harry's chest, applying just enough pressure. Amid agony, Harry's groans of pain mingled with his desperate attempts to dislodge the oppressive weight.

Suddenly, Harry glared at him viciously, wishing he wasn't here. If only Dudley was somewhere else.

The moment he thought, Dudley disappeared, like vanishing out of thin air. Harry blinked several times; he was sure his eyes were playing games with him, but no matter how many times he closed and opened his eyes, Dudley wasn't there. The bullies left looked at Harry, horrified, and slowly backed away from him like they were afraid of him.

"What did you do to him, Freak?" one asked with a shaking voice as Harry stood on his feet. He didn't know what to say. Looking at his hands, he knew being able to talk with snakes was one thing, but making people disappear—Harry had never done that before.

"HELP!" They all heard Dudley scream outside. Everyone quickly ran outside to see him on top of the roof, his legs shaking, his face paler than snow. Harry could feel the looks Dudley's friends were giving him. He still didn't know how he did it. How can someone disappear like that and appear somewhere else?

How? Harry thought, knowing this was similar to what he had done to a toy once. Last year, they had brought Dudley a toy that Harry liked too much. During the night, he had wished the toy to be his, only to hear a sound like rippling water. When he looked to his right, the toy was right there.

Harry watched silently, knowing Petunia and Vernon would be furious with him. They always called him a freak, and now that he made Dudley disappear and appear on the roof, he knew they wouldn't be happy.

Dudley was quickly 'saved' when someone climbed to the roof and brought him down. When Petunia arrived and was informed of what had happened, she looked at Harry with loathem; he wondered if she was ready to explode, considering how red her face had become.

The bullies tried to say that Harry had made Dudley disappear on the roof, but no one believed them, calling them stupid. When they asked Dudley himself, he was scared out of his mind. The only words that came out of his mouth were incoherent mumbles, but strangely, Petunia tried to distract them and told them that his son loved to climb on roofs sometimes. Dudley was then told not to do something like that again.

Once the school day ended, his aunt told Harry to enter the car. Once inside, she gave the nastiest look she could muster. He still didn't know how he did that; he knew it wasn't normal, but that had saved him; that's all that matters.

"We give you food every day. We allow you to live in our house, we buy you clothes, and this is how you repay us." Petunia spoke the words with venom.

"What do you have to say for yourself, freak?" That word again, and he felt his eyes burning again; all he had ever wanted was for her to look at him the same way she looked at Dudley, but she never did.

"...I'm sorry." Harry didn't know what else to say; he knew fighting back would end with him in pain once again.

If possible, Petunia's face turned redder than ever before.

The ride back was spent in silence. Harry couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. He still didn't understand how he had made Dudley disappear like that, but one thing he knew: He wanted to learn how to do it every time he needed to.

Harry knew what would happen; he knew he would get beaten again, and there was nothing he could do. He could almost feel the wood against his skin; he knew it would hurt, but he hoped it wouldn't hurt as much this time.

Once he walked inside, Petunia grabbed him by the wrist firmly, so much so that it started hurting, but Harry knew better than to fight back as she dragged him inside. She opened the cupboard door and threw him inside.

Pain shot through his head as the door was slammed closed, and the sound of the door being locked was heard. When Petunia threw him inside, Harry realized his head had hit the door frame. He reached up and touched something wet and warm. He looked at his hand to see his fingertips had turned red.

Harry winced as he tried to calm his heart. It felt like it would burst out of his chest, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't. He knew what would happen; he knew it was over. He would get beaten again, and this time, it would be much worse.

'Someone. Anyone. Please Help Me.' Harry pleaded as he hugged himself, closing his eyes, trying to imagine himself somewhere far away, somewhere where he was safe and happy.

Harry heard the sound of shattering glass; he wondered if Petunia had dropped something in the kitchen when someone spoke.

'Do not be afraid of him.' Harry almost screamed when he heard that voice. He looked around. He knew the cupboard wasn't big enough for two people, but he still looked at every corner. But there was no one there.

Did I imagine that? Is this why everyone calls me a freak? Harry wondered out loud. He quickly decided that it was just his mind playing games with him. He absolutely didn't hear someone talking to him.

'I'm very much real, Harry, and I'm talking to you right now,' the voice spoke again, and Harry almost froze in place. He swallowed thickly; this sounded too real to be just his imagination playing tricks on him.

Harry glanced around furtively before speaking. "Can you hear me? Are you inside my head?" he asked, still feeling a little strange for talking like this to someone who might be a creation of his imagination.

'No need for that, Harry. Just think of what you want to say, and I will hear it. It's much better, otherwise people will think you have gone mad.' The voice spoke again, and Harry felt better after hearing him again.

'Who are you? How are you talking to me?' Harry asked, a little worried; he knew how dangerous it was to talk with strangers. The Dursleys had made sure to tell him many times that strangers would tend to act like they were his friend, but in the end, they all would stab him in the back; even the police could not be trusted; the Dursleys had told him of cases where murderers and kidnappers had disguised themselves as police.

'I'm not a backstabber, Harry, and I will answer your questions, but right now, you need to do something else. The guy that looks like Jabba, you need to protect yourself from him.' Harry didn't know who this 'Jabba' was, but he figured the voice was talking about Vernon.

'I cannot do anything. I'm weak.' Harry said in his head almost tearfully, knowing the pain he would experience.

'You are not weak, Harry. You are far from it. You have The Force with you. You are never weak. I'm sure of that. You just need to learn how to use it, ' the voice in his head said, sounding quite proud of what he said, but Harry grew more confused.

"The Force, what is that? Are you saying I can do magic or something?" Harry questioned, completely forgetting that he should not talk out loud.

'We don't have time for me to explain everything, but listen to this, have you ever had a moment in your life when you made things move with your mind?'

Harry quickly remembered the two times this had happened; one time, he had been very hungry, but the bread had been placed too high for his reach. Harry remembered the thing flew to his hand, but he had been sure that it must have been a dream. Another time, Dudley and his friends had been playing football, and Harry had been watching. He had focused on the ball, and suddenly, the ball had just launched itself right at Dudley's face. And the time he had broken down the door.

'What am I supposed to do?' Harry quickly asked with a sense of urgency. He knew Vernon would return home within three hours, and whether or not 'The Force' could really help him, he needed to give it a try. He had no other options.

'Alright, listen well.'

Three Hours Later

'It's not working!' Harry started panicking. He kept trying to do what the voice told him, but nothing was working.

'I need you to focus on what you want to do, don't just push out your hand-' Suddenly, the two heard the sound of a car stopping in front of the house. Harry knew Vernon had come, and he would get beaten up.

'I'm scared.' Harry cried in his mind.

'Hey, do not be scared. You got this. Now, look at that plate again, and move it. NOW.' Harry threw his hand blindly, almost in rage, and the plate flew across the cupboard before shattering on the wall.

Harry almost couldn't believe he had just done that. He was about to shout in joy when a scream was heard in the house. Before he realized it, the cupboard door was unlocked, and Vernon's hand quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him outside.

"YOU FREAK. YOU DARE HURT MY SON. I WARNED YOU WHAT WOULD HAPPEN!!" Vernon screamed in rage, his face red like blood as he grabbed Harry by the throat and opened the door that led to the common room before throwing him roughly on the ground.

'Harry, remember what I told you.' The voice echoed in his mind as Vernon unbuckled his belt, ready to beat him, and strode towards Harry as he crawled away in fear, his heart ringing like a bell as he pushed his hand forward.

He expected to feel the belt on his skin, but instead, he watched as Vernon was thrown across the entire room before slamming against the wall; he heard a Snap sound as Vernon stopped floating and fell on the floor.

Harry breathed heavily, his heart still beating fast. Did he just do that? Suddenly, the door opened, revealing Petunia.

"OH MY GOD. WHAT DID YOU DO YOU FRE-" "Stand Back." Harry shouted in anger as he stood up, he didn't know where he got the strength, the resolve, the will, but after so many years, he was the one in charge of the situation as he pointed his open hand at his piss poor excuse of an aunt.

'Harry, your eyes, you have to calm down.' But Harry didn't listen to him, not this time. As he glared at his aunt, she looked frightened—more frightened than she ever had—and slowly backed away while he kept walking towards her.

Suddenly, they heard groaning, and he turned to look at Vernon slowly standing up. He looked shaken, and Harry watched as Vernon's eyes widened with rage when he looked at Harry.

"You Bastard. I will!" CRASH!!

"Stop It. Enough." His aunt cried out in panic as Vernon's face fell on the floor; a trail of blood ran down his forehead to his chin; the plate fragment had pierced his skin, and the rest of the fragments had scattered on the floor. She quickly ran up to her husband, kneeling to his level and still looking at Harry, looking anxious and frightened.

"If you ever beat me, if you ever think of doing something bad to me again, if you even lay a finger on me. I will not stop. Do you hear me, Petunia?" Harry shouted with rage as she cried out in terror.

"We will leave you alone. You will never hear a word from us again. We will let you be." She promised frantically, and only then did Harry lower his hand. His heart still felt like it would just burst from his chest, but as he walked back to his cupboard, he reminded himself that he would need a better room, perhaps tomorrow.

The feeling he felt. Harry felt Good.

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