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Prologue
No.
No.
No!
This can't be happening. It can't be. He's not supposed to be here. This is meant to be tournament where the only risk are the tasks, not, not. . .
"Kill the spare."
A blast of green light blazed through Harry's view and he heard something heavy fall to the ground beside him. Tentatively, he moved his head towards the sound, afraid of what he may see.
Cedric was lying spread-eagled on the ground beside him. He was dead.
For what felt like eternity, Harry stared into Cedric's face, at his open gray eyes, blank and expressionless, at his half-open mouth, which looked slightly surprised. And then, he screamed.
A boy, no older than 15 woke up, eyes darting frantically around the room, his mouth agape as his screams continued as he thrashed madly against the binds that constricted his movements. Black tomoe spinning wildly around a blood red eye.
.
"Harry. Harry dear, wake up." A soft voice pierced through the darkness eliciting a soft moan from the sleeping boy.
Petunia Dursley couldn't help the feeling of hopelessness that welled up in her breast as she took in the bloody state of her nephew. Caked blood coated the entirety of the bed, concealing the mangled appendages, a result of his constant struggle against the shackles that bound his wrists and ankles.
She felt like crying. All the misdeeds she and her family had caused to him crashing down on her in the most painful way. All the hatred she felt for those freaks seemed irrelevant as she took in the tear stained face of the teen before her.
Why did this have to happen to him?
She didn't have an answer to that question so she instead unlocked the handcuffs, removing the chains that wound his body parts. As mush as she hated to admit it, the restraints were needed. Without it, the injuries would have been much more worse.
She removed his shirt, careful to avoid irritating the wounds more. She set the antiseptic and bandages aside on the bed and got to work on the wounds, cleaning it as much as she could. She deftly covered the affected parts with the roll of bandages she brought. Luckily, no matter how grievous the damage is, it heals quickly. A silver lining, she suppose.
After the last of the bandage was wrapped securely round his ankles, she got up and walked towards the room's door collecting the items she came with on her way out.
The boy moaned, eyes fluttering open.
Petunia stopped, her hand on the handle as she turns back to the slowly arousing boy. She dropped the objects, moving over to the now seated boy.
Her eyes met heterochromia one's and she suppressed a shiver. An eye was emerald, same as Lily's; the other was different, so very different.
Harry, sensing her sudden unease frowned slightly, his hands reaching into his bedside cupboard, retrieving a black nondescript eyepatch and placing it over his unusual eye, a smile now on his face.
The older woman relaxed as the source of her unease was concealed. She gave a small sad smile to the pale boy and beckoned for him to follow her downstairs. She watched as he shakily stood up, putting on a simple sweatpants and hoodie before following in her wake.
They climbed down the stairs, contented in the shared silence. Arriving at the dinning table, they sat down and began eating the last meal they would have as a family before he is taken back to the Wizarding World.
Even though Petunia knew she was powerless against them, that doesn't mean she would allow them to hurt her nephew again. She and her family will make sure of that. At least, they will be forgiven for abusing him all this while. But deep down, she knew nothing she would do would ever make up for all the sins she had committed against the boy. Though that doesn't mean she won't try.
The breakfast was ate in silence with few words spoken between the four. After they had concluded with the food, Harry helping Petunia with clearing out the plates, the pale boy decided to broach a controversial topic.
"I would like to go train with Big Joe before I go back to Hogwarts. It would be the last time I can spar with him."
Vernon Dursley, head of the Dursley family frowned at the mention of his leaving but nonetheless accepted.
Harry nodded in gratitude before making his way out of the house, putting on a modest canvas, beginning his long walk to the nearest bus station. After boarding the bus, he was taken to his destination.
Upon arrival, he alighted off the bus. Making his way through the throng of busy people, he stopped at a large gym with a likewise large sign that read, Big Joe's Gym.
He had been going to the Gym ever since the incident in which he got that accursed eye. Finding out the ability that came with it required him to be in top shape. He could see the attacks in slow motion but that doesn't mean he is fast or skilled enough to dodge it.
Finding Joe, a wizard just like him was a blessing. Finding out Joe owned a Gym and taught hand-to-hand fighting was just an added bonus. One he seriously needed.
He opened the door to reveal a state-of-the-art training room.
"And if it isn't the ninja himself." A large booming voice resounded from beside him and he looked, seeing a large rugged looking man approaching him.
Harry smiled. "Joe."
"Good to see you again, buddy. Let me guess, last spar before you head back to Hogwarts, eh." Joe said, as he walked towards the sparring mat, Harry following in his footsteps.
Harry nodded, stripping off his hoodie, his bandages on full display, not that it mattered to the Gym owner, he was used to the sight. He rolled his shoulders, loosening up his muscles in preparation for the fight before taking a cocky fighting stance in the center of the mat.
"Let's dance."
"I'm not gonna go easy on you."
"Whatever you need to tell yourself." Harry said shrugging, his body tensed as he waited for an attack from his sparring opponent.
Big Joe sprang into action, charging at Harry with a flurry of quick shadowboxing punches.
Harry backpedaled, parrying Joe's hands as fast as he could manage. How can someone so buff looking be so damn fast.
"Not bad!" Harry said, whizzing pass the punches he couldn't block.
"You ain't seen nothing yet kid!" Joe said, grinning.
Big Joe shifts his hips, spinning his body as he leaped into a roundhouse kick.
"Hyah!" he shouted.
"Woah!" Harry exclaimed, leaping back, evading the blow. "Too slow, gramps." He retorted.
"Almost gotcha. Try dodging this!"
Big Joe lunged at Harry with surprising speed. He caught his hands locking the both of them in an intense grapple.
"Strong grip you've got there, big guy. But you of all people should know. . . I am stronger than I look." Harry said, increasing his effort to escape the strong hold. A futile attempt on his part.
Big Joe ducked under Harry's arm and spun behind him, pinning his hands to his back, squeezing the black-haired boy in a tight wrestling hold.
"I've still got some tricks up my sleeves." Joe said, his expression smug.
Harry grabbed Joe's arm, summoning all his strength to spin on his heel. He hefted the large man off his feet, whipping him across the room.
"Whoa!" Big Joe exclaimed, hitting the mat with a thud. He got back up quickly and raced towards him, swinging his fists in rapid procession.
Harry weaved about, dodging the fast attacks before he spun, lashing out with a powerful kick at Joe's midsection.
The rugged man landed heavily on the mat. As big Joe struggled to get up, Harry dived onto him, pinning him to the mat with his bodyweight.
"Gotcha." Harry said, sending a proud smirk at the defeated man.
Harry stood, his hand outstretched towards Joe. Joe took the offered hand and Harry hoisted him up to his feet. He dusts himself off before holding his hand out which the black-haired boy griped firmly.
"You've come a long way kid. It's time for you to take the Wizarding World by storm as a new and improved Harry Potter."
He snorted, sending a smile to his trusted confidant. "Cut the drama Joe, you know I will." He promised. "Because i have the legendary. . . sharingan."
Author's Note;
This is an idea that just caught my attention and I had to write it. If you haven't noticed it, Harry has the sharigan but it is just the one-tomoe one. His sharigan will upgrade with time so don't worry. Besides, he won't be overpowered but very strong.
Harry in this story is a broken person that hides behind smile so that none of his precious people would know he is hurting and feel complied to help. But he does genuinely like big Joe.
The Dursleys has seen the error of their ways due to the condition that the incident has left Harry in. They would be more loving and caring towards him, but it will take time, a lot of time before Harry sees them as anything other than his relatives.
Big Joe is Harry's confidant, meaning he knows almost everything about Harry. Don't worry, he is just an OC that will appear sparingly in the story. Maybe, maybe not.
Oh and remember, the story would take place completely in the HarryPotter world. Except you want me to have Harry go there. Enough reviews may change my mind.
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