Please stop calling me Poison Ivy?! Ch1
Summary-What if during the last battle with Voldemort Harry woke up his mutant ability? What happens when after the battle, exhausted and still healing not the less he is sent back to his so called family? What happens when his 'family' decides they have had enough of Harry's freakishness and sale him to a certain mutant hating scientist to be experimented on? What happen next? Harry Potter/X-men crossover.
I do not own Harry potter or X-men nor do I make any money off of either one of them.
CHAPTER ONE
Harry wasn't sure exactly how long he had been fighting, all he knew was that he was nearly completely exhausted, on his last leg and already pretty badly injured from all the fighting he had to do to just get to where he was. Worst yet the person he was supposed to be fighting for lack of other words looked as fresh as a daisy.
Not that Harry would every call Voldemort a daisy to his face…unless he want to tick him off….or insult him…or just get a good laugh at the look on his face if he did….Okay yes he would call Voldemort a daisy to his face with a smile on his face as he did so. He'd just make sure to dodge the torture curse the dark lord threw at him before he did so.
Harry shook he head at his thoughts and began thinking that the blood lose he had was starting to make him slightly insane if that was what his mind decided to lock on to. When what matter really at the moment was the final battle, the one that would most likely decided the fate of the wizarding world in Britain at least, was about to take place and Harry was pretty much literally standing on his last leg having been fighting for his life for a while now, while the exact opposite could be said for Voldemort. Still he wasn't going to let the stop him he was going to be the stubborn Gryffindor he made himself be to the very end; even if his inner snake was trying to bite him for it.
Much to Harry's irritation, Voldemort only looked amused at him as he raised his wand to fight him; obviously please at the battered exhausted state of his enemy. He obviously thought that this would be an easy fight, on that wouldn't take long in the least bit and one that could be won with little effort on his part.
If what hadn't happen next happened, and if he hadn't been so over confident in his own victory, then maybe what he thought would have come true would actually have come true. But instead the dark lord decided to take everything he saw at face value everything. Like for example, the exhausted, bloody sight of his struggling foe.
Seeing this Voldemort lazily raised his wand back towards Harry. Taking no note of the fact that Harry seemed to be concentrating on something deep with inside himself, pulling every last bit of his energy out to fight for the life of those he called family and with the hope that with all of this being over once and for all he Harry could be free.
It was while pulling everything, every last single dreg of energy he could muster, trying to get ready for the fight he knew that was before him Harry felt something with him snap. A snapping which came from somewhere deep in his body, deeper even then where Harry knew his own magical core rested and it's snapping caused agonizing pain to tear through Harry's body before an energy Harry was sure he had never really felt before to pour through his body. Which sadly, for Harry at least, seemed to cause even more pain to tear its way through his already batter and on nearly on the verge of collapsing, from all the pain it was currently feeling, body.
Harry knowing from previous experience that he wouldn't be able to stay conscious much longer due to the agony he was still feeling staggered forward toward where the smirking dark lord was standing; still not really paying any real attention to Harry, still assured in his easy victory.
Harry taking no mind of this instead focused everything he could on the new energy he could feel. Focusing every last bit of his will all at Voldemort. Doing his best to ignoring the pain that felt, which felt as as if it was literally tearing himself apart and putting himself together in an all new way, to the best of his ability. As he pretty much blindly aimed at his enemy, seeing as best as he could at the moment through tear filled and black spot filled eyes. Hoping that somehow this energy would help defeat Voldemort as his instincts screamed at him that it would be able to.
Doing this Harry pushed every last bit of energy he could feel at the dark lord, focusing only on destroying said dark lord as he did so. Then as the last of energy left him, and as both the pain and the exhaustion that Harry continued to feel, which seemed get only be getting even worse as more time went on, got too much for him. Harry sees thick vines capturing Voldemort, binding him so tightly that he couldn't move an inch before he could even blink, then Harry saw what he swore was something like a tree literally growing out of the dark lord tearing him apart as it does so. Seeing this Harry finally gave into the blissful unconsciousness that was calling him, a small smile on his face as he did so; he was done and he was finally free.
Harry found the smile he had passed out with didn't stay on his face long after he woke up. Unfortunately the agony his body had felt, the numerous injuries, and the bone deep exhaustion did decide to stick around; which really was just Harry luck. The reason the smile dropped off his face so quickly was because when he woke up he wasn't in the hospital wing like he thought he would have been, he wasn't even in the wizarding world at all.
In fact the moment he woke up Harry found out, that to his horror, he was at the hell hole he was forced to call his family's house. And they weren't any happier about the fact he was there then he was; especially when they found out about his changes. Changed that they actually knew about before Harry even knew about them. It seemed whatever energy he had used in the final battle, whatever energy had so suddenly snapped in him, had changed him rather drastic way.
In such a way that Harry found himself tightly locked up in his small room in the Dudley resident with new bars on his windows and even more locks on the door. Not only that it seemed these changes where the last straw for his oh so loving family and they had a plan they swore would get rid of the freak once and for all. The smirks and nasty gleam in their eyes as they informed him of this didn't make Harry feel any better in the least bit.
Though Harry could admit that with the resent changes he had undergone, as well as everything else that he was, that Harry could see how his new looks was the last straw, after all his so called family did do everything in their power to seem as normal as possible. And having a light green skinned, dark green haired and brilliant emerald glowing eyed nymph looking teen suddenly in their house would send them over the edge; especially adding to the fact he was a wizard as well would just make it even worse.