Once he got his wits together and his heart at a normal rate, Harry tried to understand how that happened. It took him another ten minutes with a few quick pen notes for him to associate his intent and emotions to get the desired effect, at which point Harry may have discovered his inner pyromania as he targeted small objects to set on fire. At the same time, he learned how to manipulate the flames enough to either move them to another spot or to snuff them out completely. It did not take long for Harry to apply some physics into the equation and he ended up creating different variants of fire based on his understanding of hydrogen and oxygen ratio alongside other gases.
At least he now had a fire source should he find himself locked out of the house again.
Using Obi-wan's teachings and his own testing, Harry was able to summon and repel objects of reasonable mass, stimulate his own healing and even create illusions to get Dudley off his back when he was chasing him with his hunting. He was just waiting for the time that he could fly with these powers!
It would be glorious!
~ooOOoo~
Harry tried out whatever ideas he could get and got pretty far with them. By the time he hit his eighth birthday, Harry would have seven notebooks loaded with ideas, quick sketches and even rejected ideas set aside with the possibility of revisiting and tweaking. Harry felt like his mind was wanting to explode from all the ideas in his mind, but he also wanted to make sure he did not get too out of control with it. A quote from a certain comic book hero rang true to him when he had contemplated what he wanted to do with his powers. 'With great power comes great responsibility.' That was the phrase that stopped Harry from going crazy on the Dursleys and those who had picked on him. It was certainly tempting to give them a taste of what he had to endure, but he resisted it hard, reasoning with himself that he would fall into temptation to the darker aspects of life like Obi-wan spoke of.
That did not stop Harry from implementing a type of field around him or his 'room' that would make the Dursleys ignore him provided he did not get in their way. It certainly made things easier for him since they could not bother him that much, and it was a little amusing seeing how they tried to do things in the house without his help, thus showing how much they have loaded onto him and how much they had depended on the 'freak' to make their own lives better. It had the side benefit of letting the staff see that they were neglecting Harry and spoiling Dudley a lot to the point that Petunia was receiving fewer invitations to tea at other people's homes, Vernon was getting fewer contacts and Dudley was almost being watched the whole day at school for his issues. One of the nicer teachers had even offered to let Harry stay overnight at his place so that he could help to take care of his needs, which Harry was still considering.
It was not out of malice, it was just Harry was used to being alone for so long that he felt some pride in handling his situation, and there was the fact that Harry started feeling eyes on him after he started his training on the 'Force Sensing', by which he used his powers to sense his surroundings as a way to pick up on Dudley if he was around. At first Harry thought it was a side effect as he had used a fair bit of power, but then he started noticing a few seemingly stray cats moving around the area and following him at a distance. On a whim, Harry turned around the corner at the local bakery and moved to the roof, looking down as cats appeared at the alley and looked around. With a jolt, he recognized four of the cats as those belonging to Mrs Arabella Fig, the neighbour who had too many cats for his liking and often babysit him when the Dursleys did not want him on their trips. At a thought, he pulsed his powers at them and was shocked to find something resonating inside them. He barely drew his head back to avoid being seen as his thoughts went to overdrive at the possibility that his neighbour might know something about him and that her pets could be spies to check on him.
The idea got enhanced a few days later when he returned to Privet Drive and blinked at the odd dome of energy around it. It had a sickly look to it with threads of crimson red and sickly green moving around the surface and with notable cracks on certain spots, but what worried him was how no one else seemed to notice it with a few passing through without ill effects. He had seen some facet of it a few months into his training, but this was the first time he could see it without even focusing his powers, and it made him sick in his stomach from the general feel of it. It did not feel natural or pleasant at all, and he could not help but wonder if this was related to his life in some odd manner.
As he drew closer to the Dursleys, Harry could see the red threads pulsing brighter while the green threads extended off it and reached for him in a menacing manner. Harry felt something very wrong with them as they came closer and instinctively let loose a portion of his powers to fend them off, but evidently it was too much as the dome seemed to cave under the pressure with more cracks appearing before it completely collapsed with a loud crash reminiscent of glass windows shattering. Harry had to blink at that reaction before a sense of foreboding came upon him and he ran to the back just as the sounds of air popping filled the area.