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Chapter 1 - The Crash
Oliver Queen was on his family Yacht currently cheating on his long term girlfriend Laurel with her sister Sarah, a storm was brewing in the distance
Harry Potter was on a cruise ship with his horrid family, they had been forced to take him with them much to their distaste, they generally tried to avoid each other.
Oliver was a 21 year old, trust fund baby, with a playboy attitude, heir to billions
Harry was a 13 year old, wizard, rich, powerful, famous, and hated all of it.
Their worlds were about to collide in a tragic way
Lightning flashed in the sky, rain pelted the roof of the yacht, and Oliver was just ready to get laid. "We will be fine Sarah," he announced, and then the boat flipped. Sarah disappeared and Oliver was rescued by his father in a lifeboat with a member of the crew.
Lightning flashed in the sky, rain pelted the roof and Harry was avoiding his vile family who were trying to brownnose some of the rich on board. The Dursleys made him so angry. Their hate, and distaste, made a lonely miserable life. He sat contemplating his misfortunes, of the year at the very front of the boat. It was relatively quiet year, however he learned he had a godfather, and as soon as he got him he had to leave again, leaving him with the stinking, fat, fil... BOOM and he knew no more.
"Dad, what is that," Oliver said pointing to something drifting in the waves.
"I think that's a child," His father responded.
"Come on we have to see if he is still alive," Oliver continued
They pulled the body aboard and checked for a pulse. It was their steady and strong.
Harry awoke with a cough. He was hurt, and wet. He looked at his surroundings and found himself in a small life boat with two older men and a young one in his late teens or early twenties.
"Where am I," He croaked his voice hoarse with disuse
"Somewhere in the South China Sea lad," Said the older of the two men "Its good to finally see you awake, you have been out of it for a while."
Harry just sat befuddled trying to piece together what happened, he was at the front of the deck thinking about the Dursleys, when a boom sounded behind him. Lightning he realized.
There wasn't much else to say, as Oliver sat and thought of the kid in front of him, he was 12 maybe 13, with night black hair, wire frame glasses he somehow managed to keep ahold of, piercing green eery eyes, and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. A truly strange appearance.
They drifted for awhile, but as hours turned into days it was obvious the old one was getting desperate. He might do something rash thought Harry. He was used to reading people he had to be to survive at the Dursleys, had to know when to duck so as to avoid another concussion or broken bone. They were almost out of water, and as the old one started mumbling to what was obviously his son he gave us the rest of the water. When the other older man protested, a gun was pulled, two bullets were fired, and an island was appearing in the distance.
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