Nothing beats relaxing while taking a flight while the night was young. That was exactly what Phosphora thought as she cruised threw the night sky, her body covered in electric sparks as her lighnting powers worked their magic. As she flew she couldn't help but release a content sigh. The match earlier was hectic: She was standing in the assist trophy stands, next in line to be called out during a match between Mewtwo and Ness. Even though she was watching a plasma screen, she could feel the intense energy being emitted from the two powerful psychics. While the match was intense, what happened at the end was what had people cheering. Phosphora was called by Ness just as the Smash Ball appeared. Mewtwo managed to break the darn thing, but Phosphora had managed to knock it out of him a split second before he could use his finisher, allowing Ness to secure it and take the win.
Phosphora herself couldn't help but smirk at the memory. Mewtwo never really was one for interacting with his opponents after a match, win or lose, but the way the psychic legend congradulated the duo before he left really through the veterans in for a loop. Mewtwo NEVER said anything like that to anyone, probably because he never had that intense of a fight before.
'Oh well, guess I'm just that awesome.' She mused. Ness did do a lot of the work, but it was her that gave the kid the opening to beat the psychic Pokemon.
She had been brought out of her musings at a sound nearby. Halting her flight path, she began to look around for the source. The lightning master hadn't been flying very high, so she could easily pick up the sounds around her if they were loud enough.
'What in the world was-' Another sound cut her off from her thoughts as she directed her sights to the direction of the source. Now that she thought about it, it sounded awfully like...
Her eyes widened, realising that someone was out here, and in danger too, without hestation, she took off towards the source of the sound.
As she got closer, she began to recognize the sounds...
One was clearly the pained screams, cries and whimpers of a young child, a boy from the sounds of it.
The other...? Enraged roaring coming from what was obviously a fully grown man.
And in between? Sickening cracking noises of somebody being assaulted...
She knew EXACTLY what was going on...
Meanwhile, a certain young boy was on the receiving end of his uncle's anger episodes, using a cricket bat to beat the boy senseless. Vernon had been giving his 'freak of a nephew' his usual beatings when it happened: a flash of light appeared in the living room and the next thing they knew, they were far off from home. From what they could both see, they had been transported to a field. A few trees and the occasional bush here and there. Realising he had done the freaky stuff again, Harry tried to get away, but due to his earlier beatings, it was futile as his uncle was right on top of him.
"HOW DARE YOU! HOOOOW! DAAAARE! YOOOOOU!" Vernon roared in pure anger, swinging the bat as hard as he could. "TAKE ME HOME RIGHT THIS INSTANT, YOU FREAKY LITTLE BASTARD, OR I'LL SEND YOU DOWN AFTER THOSE NO GOOD WORTHLESS PARENTS OF YOURS!" Harry started to cry...He hated it when his uncle insulted his parents... "STOP! CRYING!" Vernon punched Harry in the stomach, silencing his sobs. "I TOLD YOU YOU'RE NEVER ALLOWED TO DO THAT!"
Vernon had raised his bat for one last strike, a strike that ought to finally knock some sense into him, in his opinion.
Harry looked up to see his uncle raising the bat again. This was it, this was going to do him in, but he didn't want to die, he wanted love. To be loved by someone who truely cared for him. He was desprate, frantic even, as his uncle was about to deliver what he thought was the final blow, Harry mustered every last once of courage he had left.
"HELP!" His loud cry could be heard a good distance away.
What Harry Potter didn't know, was that miracles existed.
Before Vernon could so much as twitch, a light blue blur of lightning slamed right into the walrus, sending him rolling into a nearby tree. Harry was wide-eyed, afraid he had done it again, until...
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
Harry fliched at the volume of the voice. Before he could ask, what appeared to be a teenage girl appeared in front of him, facing the slightly twitching, yet still concious, Vernon.
Phosphora was sending the fat man a glare that would make even Hades sweat a little. She may not have cared much for humans, but she drew the line when they hurt one of their own, especially children.
"Just what the hell gives you the right to harm an innocent child, ya walking barrel of lard?!" She questioned angrily, to furious to care that there was a child around.
Harry's hope faded away almost instantly when he saw how angry the woman was. If she was that angry at his uncle, what would she do to a worthless little freak like him?! Now scared, Harry weakly stumbled to his feet while the woman turned her attention to Vernon. He tried to escape...but a sickening snap and a yelp of pain were all the confirmation he needed that his leg was well and truly broken. He collapsed to the ground and teared up, trying as hard as he could to fight back the tears...
Eyes wide, Phosphora turned her attention to the source of the noise and couldn't help but gasp. In all her anger she failed to notice just how bad the child's condition was. He was covered in blood, she could see some of his wounds through the holes in his shirt, and his leg was bent slightly at the wrong angle. Phosphora's arms fell to her sides, and she began to clech her fists, electricity starting to dance of her form.
"You..." Vernon had regained his senses enough to not only see the woman who attacked him, but to hear what she was saying, and what she had just said started to make Vernon rethink his life decisions a bit.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" She roared as she prepared to give the walrus the beating of his life, Phosphora style.
Harry let out a whimper as his uncle's screams of pain reached his ears. The little boy was so utterly terrified...He didn't want to be hit by the woman too...He just had a beating from his uncle! It wasn't fair...Why was his life so hard...? The tears came back, and he hurriedly wiped them away. If the woman saw him crying, surely she would kill him!
Phosphora threw one last lightning enhanced punch to Vernon's face. She got up to see the work of art that was a crisp and half dead Vernon Dursely, but even with her anger vented, the sight of the obese flab disgusted her. Taking a few deep breathes, she calmed down enough to look over to the little boy that she had saved.
Poor kid, even at the distance she was at, she could see that he was struggling not to cry. A sad frown made its way to her lips, and she made her way to young Harry.
Harry flinched as he heard footsteps. This time. This time, for sure. This was it. He was gonna die. He brace him self for the blow that would end him... only to feel a gentle hand caress his check.
Confused beyond belief, he looked up to see the sad face of Phosphora looking down at him with more concern than she herself knew she had.
Harry could only stare at her for a few seconds, before finally finding the will to make a sound. He opened his mouth and made a choked whimper. The tears began streaming down his cheeks, and this time, he could not stop them. Finally giving in, the little boy started to cry softly, unbottling the pain and suffering his 'family' had put him through all that time...
Phosphora herself began to feel tears of her own beginning to prickle her eyes. This poor child, she could tell that he had been through so much. Without another thought, she gentley began to pick him up, careful to not aggravate his injuries., and brought Harry's head to her shoulder. Harry was starting to get more and more confused by the minute as the woman holding him began stoking his hair, starting to feel very comfortable with the pretty lady he was with.
"There, there." She started gently. "It's alright, I've got you."
Harry tried to stop crying, really he did...He didn't want to anger the woman by contaminating her with his freaky tears...But he just couldn't stop. Why wasn't she hurting him? Why didn't she throw him away? He was so confused...Why was this happening?
It took a while, but Harry finally managed to calm down. After wiping away the last of his tears, he looked up to the pretty lady holding him. He expected her to to be angry, instead, she was loking at him with a sorrowful gaze, but then she directed a small smile his way.
"There we go. Are you feeling better, sweetie?" She asken in a very gentle tone.
Harry sniffled as he looked into her eyes. "Wh-Why...are you so nice...?" He whimpered out. "I...I don't d-deserve it...I should be punished for crying...Why aren't you hitting me?"
Phosphora blinked. Hit him? Why would she hit him? Viridi may not have cared about what happened to humans, but Phosphora happened to adore children, especially the cute ones, like the boy she was holding now.
"Why would you say that sweetie? I could never hit a little cutie like you." Her state only confused Harry even more.
"But I'm NOT cute...I'm stupid, ugly, worthless and freaky, and I should never have been born..." He recited his uncle's repeated words to him.
Phosphora's eyes widened greatly. She could practically feel her heart being torn at the seams. This child so thought so lowly of himself, who could-
She looked to the walrus that was still unconcious from the beating she dealt earlier, having pretty good idea about what happened.
"Was that something he told you?" She asked calmly, trying her best not to sound angry.
Harry didn't say anything, and that confirmed her suspicions. Phosphora's anger started to boil over, but she quickly put a lid on it, not wanting to accidently shock the kid.
"Well he was wrong." She started, bringning him into the embrace a bit more. "That freak of nature was wrong about everything he ever told you."
"You want to know what I see when I look at you?" She asked, catching Harry's attention. "I see an adorable little boy who's been through a nightmare he didn't deserve to have, and intend to make it right."
The young woman tightened her hold on the boy, and then it clicked just how light his tiny body was. It was like holding thin air! Looking at his tiny size, she realized that if she wanted to, she could wrap her entire scarf around his body and it would cover everything but his head! This child's treatment had SEVERELY stunted his growth. Deciding not to put it off any longer, Phosphora stood up, her mind set about what she was going to do next.
"C'mon little guy, I'm taking you to someone who can get you fixed up." She told him, brushing some of his messy hair behind his ear.
"Wh-Why? I deser-" A finger to his lips cut him off. He looked to see the nice lady looking at him sadly, making himself feel bad for some reason.
"Hey now, none of that. You didn't deserve a second of what you went through. I'm gonna make sure what happened to you seem like it didn't." She told him. Harry looked down sadly, but the leaned his head against his shoulder, exhaustion beginning to take hold.
He nestled his little head onto the young woman's shoulder, smiled slightly and yawned softly, his eyes drooping. He decided that he liked the pretty woman...She gave him hugs.
The lightning maiden smiled warmly at the sight. Without another thought, she took off, heading straight for her current living space. There was one person she knew there that could help this kid, and despite their quirks, she knew they could get the job done. She looked down at the tiny boy in her arms. He looked so peaceful, sleeping as soundly as he was. The sight made her coo slightly.
'I never realised how cute he really was. His dad must have been a real stud for him to be THIS cute. Either that or his mom was a real beauty and he got his looks from her.' She thought to herself, but then she realised something. 'Oh crap! I never asked him his name, and he never got mine either!' She looked to the little boy that was still asleep. She thought for a moment before she shrugged slightly. 'Oh well, I could always ask him later.'
And with that, she increased her speed a bit, dead set on getting the little one healed. Phosphora was a woman on a mission; a mission that she was determined to see through to the end.