~The Hyperion Wizard~


Rating: T

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, slight bit of neglect.

Characters: Harry, Roland, Scooter, Marcus, Dr. Zed, and Miss Moxxi.

Summary: Harry had it rough until his relatives take a vacation where he is brought to a whole new world where adventure awaits.

A/n: Hey guys! Story's already planned I just have to re write it. This is a rewritten version of my old Hyperion Wizard, if you want to have a faint clue as to the direction this story is taken then you should read that. There will be vast changes though. I will be going into a lot more detail and some of the scenes are majorly changed. So it will only be a faint clue. I hope you enjoy!


Quote

"If you can hear this and you're sane enough to understand what I'm saying, head to Sanctuary. I don't care what Jack's told you, or how well-defended you think you are - the Hyperion army is coming to wipe you out. If you wanna survive, you get a gun, you come to Sanctuary...and you join the Crimson Raiders."

Roland (Borderlands 2)


Chapter One: Introduction

So, you want to hear another story, huh? One where the very fate of two universes hangs in the balance? If not, too bad - I'm telling you anyway. First, there was the Vault, an alien prison opened with a mystical key. To the warriors who opened it, the Vault was just a container of tentacles and disappointment.

They vanished into the wastelands, certain that the Vault held no treasure at all. They were wrong. The Vault's opening triggered the growth of Eridium, a priceless alien element. Soon, the rare and valuable mineral emerged all across Pandora. Its appearance attracted many. Including... the Hyperion corporation.

They came to Pandora to mine Eridium, and bring order to the savage planet. Through their excavations, Hyperion uncovered evidence of an even greater Vault. Their leader vowed to find it - to use its power to civilize the Borderlands once and for all. But Hyperion weren't the only ones searching for the next Vault's alien power. The call of danger and loot is not so easily resisted. Certain warriors came to Pandora in droves to uncover its hidden secrets. Some would call them adventurers. Others call them fools. But I... call them Vault Hunters.

In another world there was a war going on, people with strange powers fighting against each other in order to protect their beliefs, on one side there was the traditionalists who believed in the supremacy of old magical blood, and wanted to rule the world. On the other side was the magicals who thought all magic was equal. The leader of the traditionalists was winning the war, until he heard of a prophecy signaling his downfall. Acting on the information he went into a household and killed almost all of the residents. The prophecy child, at the tender age of one defeated the leader of the traditionalists and became a hero to those on the progressive side.


Memories, they were crucial to knowing who you were, and he unfortunately remembered more than most his same age did. At least he assumed it wasn't normal from what his Aunt Petunia had said, he never was natural, he was a freak. He hadn't always been called a freak, he remembered a blurry figure, a soft voice calling him 'Harry'. He remembered a different figure with a warm voice calling 'Prongslet.' He remembered smiles and laughter, warmth and being happy.

He also remembered when that all changed, voices screaming, cackling laughter, "Not Harry!" Green, so much green. Stillness, pain, feeling empty. Then he remembered being cold, so cold. Then there was a screech and he was being pulled into a warm place. Then he remembered a voice bellowing, a screechy voice shouting at him, and his new name 'freak.'

His life was painful, not a day went by where he didn't get hurt someway or another, whether it was emotional hurt or physical hurt. He had cried a lot in the beginning, but by the age of three he had stopped crying. Tears no longer would come. He would not satisfy the monsters who were his guardians. They enjoyed his tears and his pain, so he learned to blank his face from showing his pain.

"Up you stupid freak!" The screechy voice of his aunt came through the door as she flung it open and pulled him out.

She dragged him to the kitchen and recently had him help her with cooking. She said that now that he was old enough he would have to earn his keep, and so she was teaching him how to cook. She had him cook the scrambled eggs while she worked on the bacon, she also had him pour three glasses of orange juice, with one glass of water. He set the table and his uncle came down carrying Dudley.

The three ate a big portion of the meal, while Harry was allowed only one piece of the bacon, a small spoon of eggs, and a slice of toast to go with his water. The day passed by normally with his aunt forcing him to help her with the chores while his uncle went to work. When the chores were done Petunia placed him back into the cupboard and continued to help Dudley with expanding his vocabulary and getting a head start on writing.

The next week passed and he noticed in the times he was out of his room that his relatives seemed to be packing up. He wondered why before he overheard them speaking about Dudley's birthday.

Soon he was forced onto a plane, his relatives being forced to take him as Ms. Figgs had to go to the hospital because one of her cats had scratched her eye. They arrived and spent the night in a small hotel, Harry being forced to sleep on the floor. The next day they went to explore some place with a lot of stones. He had accidentally wandered away from his relatives, or maybe they had purposely lost him. Either way he found himself alone near some of the stone structure. He continued wandering, but he couldn't find his relatives. The sun was now directly overhead and he noticed that the weird stone structures seemed to be shimmering.

Curiosity gripping him he went to one where it lit up in a brilliant spectacle of lights. The light spread to encompass one of the gateway like stone structures and Harry walked closer to it. He entered into the light, and then his vision went black.

When he awoke it was to a man shaking him none to gently. This man had dark skin, and wore some kind of armour plating that was a dark greyish green, he had a large gun on his hip. He looked like a military officer. In a gruff voice the man asked, "Kid, you alright?"

Slowly he gave a nod as he replied, "Yes sir." Which he was okay by his standards, he didn't hurt anymore than usual, though the pain seemed more spread out.

The man nodded, "What is your name?"

He paused before he slowly said, "I was called Harry."

The man gave him a strange look at how he said that before he asked, "Where are your parents? It isn't safe to be out here."

"They're dead, sir." Harry replied.

"Oh." The man looked awkward.

"Well, if you need a place to stay, sanctuary is pretty safe." The man offered.

Harry gave a slow nod, at this point anything seemed better than living with his relatives. "My name is Roland. I'm a soldier fighting against the Hyperion corporation."

He stayed silent even as he wandered what the Hyperion corporation was. Roland walked with him for awhile until the reached a strange device that was next to a couple of pads on the ground.

He frowned at the device having no clue as to what it was, he wanted to ask, but his relatives told him freaks weren't allowed to ask questions.

The weird device said "Hey Y'all! Welcome to the new and improved Catch-A-Ride! Now with 47% more than 26% death annually. That's down from last year-hold your applause."

Harry frowned, taking a guess that the system was called Catch-A-Ride as Roland messed with it and suddenly a vehicle appeared from nowhere. Roland told him to get in and then they were racing through the dusty terrain. Eventually they made it to a snowy terrain and finally to a gate, the got out of the vehicle and entered the gate on foot. After a few minutes they arrived at the top of a hill and they looked down on a run down looking city, "This is Sanctuary. The last bastion of safety from bandits and the hyperion."

He gave a nod showing his understanding, even if he didn't understand, what did the man mean by Bandits? What was Hyperion? "This is your new home now, since it's getting late you can sleep in the headquarters, I'll have someone show you around tomorrow, and we'll see about getting you a place to stay."

He nodded once more. He followed Roland to a building, the man pointed to a bed, "It's not the softest, but it's better than the couch."

He gave a nod and laid down in the bed and soon fell asleep, this was the most comfortable bed he could remember sleeping in.

The next morning he was woken up to the smell of bacon. He got up and slowly made his way to a desktop with Roland was sitting at with a heaping plate of bacon and eggs, while a woman only had eggs and toast, "Why must you always eat bacon? Bacon is for sycophants, and products of incest." The woman complained wrinkling her nose.

Roland chuckled, "I like bacon."

The woman rolled her eyes, her eyes glanced at him then to Roland. "I see your up, help yourself to some food Harry, please don't mind Doctor Patricia Tannis here, she's not very social."

The woman grunted in what seemed to be an affirmative before taking a bite of her eggs. He just gave a nod. "Anyways Harry, today I will show you around sanctuary, and introduce you to some people who can help you out if needed. Then we will see about finding you somewhere to sleep."

He gave a nod as he grabbed a small spoon of eggs a piece of bacon and some toast. He ate carefully watching Roland and Dr. Tannis. When he finished Roland stood up his plate empty, "Are you ready?"

"Yes sir." He said quietly.

Roland gave a nod and got up, He walked out and Harry quickly got up to follow him. The man led him back to the entrance and a large shop with a couple of garage doors, "This is Scooters place, he's a crazy son of a bitch, but if you ever need a vehicle repaired or designed he's your man."

They entered the shop, it was loud and noisy and there were tons of sparks flying around. "Scooter!" Roland called out.

"Yeeah? Whatcha need?" a voice replied from underneath the vehicle and sparks. The sparks slowly stopped and a man popped out from underneath the vehicle, he stood up and dusted himself off spreading oil onto his clothes. He wore a dirty yellow vest over a dirty green shirt, his hat was also grey and yellow and had a silhouette of a woman on it lifting her leg up.

"Introducing the newest stray, this is Harry."

"Nice to meetcha. Name's Scooter." The man said offering a hand.

Harry reluctantly shook it, his hand getting a greasy feel to it. Then Roland led him through the shop and up through a back door. The building next door they entered, "Harry this is Dr. Zed's place, he is our resident medic, if your injured he will patch you up for a small fee. "

He looked around shocked at the dirty looking clinic, it was dirty with dirt, but mostly blood. The whole place was covered in it, and he could here whimpers coming from one corner. A bloody man with a mask over his nose and mouth came out, his brown hair was slicked back and he wore a light whitish blue shirt covered by a dirty white apron that was stained with blood. "Hello, name's Zed, if you need some healin I'm your man."

He gave a slow nod and shifted back away from the crazy looking man. "This is Harry, I found him by the pig motel."

Zed just gave a grunt as he turned back to the corner.

Roland rolled his eyes as he left, "Next I will show you the quick change machine. Which will be where you can get a better outfit. It has a few other features, but only Vault Hunters can access them, and it's really only useful for them."

He was led to what was the center of the town and to a machine that had a block person on it, kinda like the person on a bathroom sign he had seen. "Anyways, you might want to see if the Quick Change machine has an outfit or two in its program, if not I'll look around for a program that will have clothes your sizes when I'm out and about."

"Next up were going to meet Marcus. He's a stingy bastard, but if you ever get enough money to buy a gun, his stock is usually a bit better than the stuff you can find normally in a vending machine. Just remember, no refunds."

They entered to see a man standing behind a caged area with a small opening for money, and probably guns to go through. The man looked up, "Hey! Oh, its just you Roland." The man started an enthusiastic greeting before his voice went flat, the man then blinked, "A new kid Roland?"

"Yeah, this is Harry."

"Nice to meet you kid, names Marcus, if you ever need a gun, I'm the guy to come to, seriously, I'm the only non Hyperion gun provider on Pandora."

He gave a small nod.

"Alright next up is Moxxie, she's… well shes something, she runs the bar here in town, and it is the only restaurant." He said as he led Harry down the street.

They went into a flashing bar, "Hello sweetie, whos the kiddie?" a woman with a purple top hat and a red top asked with a grin.

"This is Harry, I'm showing him the town." Roland replied.

"Nice to meet you, Harry." She said before eying him up and down, "Hmm, he's gonna be a handsome lad when he grows up. Look at those eyes, they look like emeralds."

Harry blinked at that, his relatives had always said he was ugly, and that his eyes were unnatural. "You ever need help with anything and I'm your woman." She said grinning at him.

"You look hungry, sit down and I'll get you some food." she said gesturing for them to sit. They sat down and she pulled out a box of pizza. The duo ate lunch as Moxxie continued tending the bar.

"Ahem." Roland said with a cough, "Let's see about finding you a place to stay. "

A few hours passed with Roland asking the 'More trustworthy' residents if they were willing to take care of him. People apologize while saying no, or just outright said no, or gave excuses for why the couldn't take him in. Roland said he had asked everyone trust worthy, not including the people he introduced, but he said they were much too busy to take care of him properly. While they were going around Roland pointed out a few other nondescript looking buildings that sold food and tools and other basic commodities.

Harry just shrugged at that. "Well I guess you can stay in the headquarters until someone wants to take care of you." Roland said leading him back to the headquarters.

With that he got settled into his new living space. The next day Roland said he had to go out for another supply run and told Harry he was free to explore. So tentatively he did, he looked around Sanctuary, opening a few boxes. He found some money randomly in a box as well as some boxes of bullets. He even found a pistol in one of the boxes. His hands full he wondered what to do with the stuff before he decided to head to Marcus. The man looked at him as he entered and grinned, "Looks like you got your hand full kid, I guess that's to be expected without having a backpack."

He tilted his head a bit, afraid of being hit he dared to ask, "Where would I get a backpack?"

"Well, usually a parent would give their kid a backpack on their fifth birthday so the kid can scavenge around for stuff, really you would be surprised by the kind of stuff people leave around. Tell you want you give me all the guns you find for the next month and I'll give you a backpack. It's only a basic model, but it'll work."

He just nodded in agreement. "Good, give me a moment and I'll go grab it."

The man opened the vault door behind him and went in rummaging around, "Ahah!" The man said and came back out with a small device. "Here we go, your very own personal storage device, but most call it the inventory."

He took the device which was strapped onto his hand. "Tap it on the center to open your inventory, if you had an echo communicator there would be more tabs, but for now you just have the inventory tab."

Marcus showed him how to work it and Harry watched as the weapon in his hand faded away into blue and appeared in his inventory. He brought it out of the inventory and gave it to Marcus. "You can only hold a certain amount of guns and ammo, so make sure you bring the weapons to me whenever your backpack gets full, happy scavenging Harry." The man said.

He smiled a bit and nodded and went to continue scavenging around, the money and bullets he found going into his inventory. Feeling hungry he went to Moxxi's since it was the only restaurant. Entering he cautiously made his way to the bar and sat on top of the stool, "Hello honey, here for some food?"

He gave a nod and hesitantly asked, "How much is the food?"

"25 dollars." She answered with a smile.

He handed over the dollars, he only had a few dollars left, so he would have to scavenge around a lot in order to pay for his meals. Moxxie brought out some food, "Here you go, enjoy." She said going to another person before he could say thank you.

He ate quickly before heading out and scavenging some more. He found a couple more bucks another couple packs of bullets and another gun before night started to fall and he returned to the headquarters and went to sleep.

The week fell into a routine, wake up and eat whatever breakfast was laying around. He and Dr. Tannis didn't speak to each other, he because he was still learning that it was okay to speak without being spoken to, and her because she had a crippling social anxiety. Then after breakfast he would scavenge around Sanctuary. Around lunch time he would head to Moxxi's place and spend 25 and eat whatever she gave him. Then he would continue scavenging around for the rest of the day until night fell and he would return to the headquarters where he fell asleep.

Slowly the year passed, he mostly scavenged around, but sometimes he got a mission to do from one of the residents, mostly it was finding something and bringing it back to them for a small bit of cash in return. He even did another bargain with Marcus, giving him all the guns he found for a couple more months in return for an echo communicator. With it he had a lot more options available to him. He could now see what his health looked like, and he had an exp bar. Which he found weird that people had levels, but Roland explained that it was mostly an estimate of what the person's strength was based on how many enemies they killed or the quests they did.

Which brought up the new tabs, one was a quest tab which kept track of all the missions he was given, another was a map. Then he had the inventory system, which was followed by a skill page, though it was empty. Roland said that most people didn't really use the skill page, and that it was mostly used by Vault Hunters. There was another tab but it was blocked, apparently it was a page only for vault hunters.

Anyways he was starting to get a hang of things, and learning what people were talking about, Hyperion was some kind of gun company that was trying to take control of Pandora, but the resident's didn't want to be under there control and were rebelling.

Vault hunters were people who were after mythical vaults that were rumoured to contain great treasure. Roland mentioned at one point that he used to be a vault hunter, but that he was retired from vault hunting.

Over the year when he wasn't scavenging he could be found eating at Moxxi's bar, or observing Scooter or Dr. Tannis as they worked. Dr. Tannis slowly got used to him silently watching her work, him learning as he watched about mechanics and building stuff. He wasn't particularly interested in actually building some mechanical device, but he liked watching them work. Scooter had taken to explaining what he was doing while working.

Dr. Tannis at least continued her ramblings in a slightly louder voice. About five weeks after he arrived he admitted that it was his birthday and they had a small gathering to congratulate him for a couple minutes. There was no gifts or anything, but it was the best birthday Harry could remember having.

Three years after he arrived it was going to be his seventh birthday and he decided he wanted to explore outside of Sanctuary. Over the past couple of years he had scavenged around enough to have a blue rarity pistol though it was by the Bandit manufacturer. He enjoyed Sanctuary and it's residents, but he was bored. He wanted to see the outside world, he kinda wanted to become a vault hunter.

He also didn't really agree with most of the citizens about the Hyperion corporation, from what he learned they were trying to resist the efforts of a company that would make the planet more civilized, like the Eden's he had heard of. He had seen his fair share of violence even in the 'safe haven' that was Sanctuary. He could only imagine the horrors that would await him outside, but he was also excited.

The thrill of adventure called to him, and he could no longer resist the urge. He figured that spending a day outside of Sanctuary would be wonderful birthday gift to himself. He grinned as he grabbed his supplies, he was going on an adventure.

A/n: Once again, I hope you enjoy! If you notice any errors please let me know, updates will probably be a bit slower on this, but I have a few ideas that I will enjoy expanding upon. Thank you for giving this a chance.