Author Note: This story is in response to a challenge by drax2471 for a Zootopia/Harry Potter crossover.

The rules are as follows:

1) Must take place before the start of Zootopia, and the Harry Potter books/movies (except of course, for chapter 1 of the first book) ACCEPTED (at least for the first few chapters)

2) Dumbledore, Weasley (except the twins, Bill and Charlie), and MoM bashing ACCEPTED (may change at a later date)

3) No yaoi/slash ACCEPTED

4) Must take place in Zootopia universe, and Harry must be raised by Nick Wilde ACCEPTED

5) Powerful, mod or death Harry ACCEPTED (powerful)

6) Abusive Dursleys ACCEPTED

Hope you enjoy!

Also, I know many people say this, but the worlds of Harry Potter and Zootopia are not my own. Those are the intellectual properties of J.K. Rowling, Byron Howard and Rich Moore. However, I claim any and all O.C.s as my own (if they aren't actually my own, then I will make a note of it at the bottom).

Chapter 1
A Cry in the Desert

It is sometimes said that you will never know the power of yourself until someone hurts you badly. This was a saying that ten year old Harry had heard before, but had never truly believed it at the time.

The first time he heard it was during a talk on abuse at his school. Two weeks prior, Harry's uncle had beaten him senseless in a fit of drunken rage after his laying off at the company. Where was Harry's power then? Where was it whilst he feels his bones braking and his skin welting from the force of his uncle's blows? Was it buried so far beneath the surface that not even the most brutal of beatings could hope to breach it?

With each question, Harry grew more uncertain, and with each beating, Harry became more frightened of the power his uncle wielded. The type of power that he would never have even among the most downtrodden of society. And though Harry feared this power, he could not help but crave it. To have at least some semblance of the joy that others had of holding someone's life and livelihood in their hands.

And, funnily enough, it was this longing for power that led to the second time he heard a person utter those words. After having suffered enough punches from his cousin to last a lifetime, Harry, in a rage, lashed out at his cousin the moment he got within five feet of him. And, as if by some unknown power, his cousin was thrown back a good 30 feet away from him, with more broken bones and bruises than he would've got if he'd been hit by a train. Despite being horrified by the grotesque view that was Dudley, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and pride from the power he had felt coursing through his veins at that moment.

That pride was soon replaced by wonder and curiosity when, out of nowhere, three figures appeared in the shadows, each accompanied by a small popping noise. As they stepped out into the light, Harry was confounded by how strangely dressed they were.

The first figure was an old man wearing long purple robes and sporting a luscious beard that fell almost to his baggy knees. He was followed by a short, dumpy woman with mismatched clothes and flaming red hair, whose kind smile told a very different story from her piercing brown eyes; and a nervous-looking portly man with a bowler hat perched atop his balding head toddled after them.

None of them said a word as the old man plucked a weird-looking stick out from beneath his robes, and pointed it at Harry's forehead, its tip glowing a bright red as its wielder regarded his target with seething anger. Anger at Harry, or at what he'd done, Harry could not tell, only knowing that this man was not on his side.

"You'll never know the power of yourself, Harry," the man said, his voice rasping as he spoke. "Until someone hurts you, NOT the other way around!"

And from the stick he held in his hand, a white light sprung forth and splashed against Harry's face, rendering the boy unconscious, unaware of what had recently transpired.

But it wasn't until the day before Dudley's tenth birthday that Harry truly knew what the saying meant, and what it really felt like to hurt.

For that was the day, that Harry lost him.

That was the day that Harry lost the one person that he trusted above all else. His best, and only remaining, friend in the whole world had run away from him within seconds of Harry displaying, what he considered to be, his greatest gift: this power that flowed through his veins.

Harry could remember the day as if it were yesterday. And it still pained him to think about it.

It still pained Harry to think about him and how, in a way, it was all his fault.

St. Grogory's Primary School
Friday, June 29th, 1990

The sun blazed in the sky on that day, and the many kids were running around outside after a long day of end-of-year tests. There would still be a couple of weeks left of school until reports came, but everyone was relaxed and enjoying themselves what with the burden of tests lifted off their shoulders. On the field, Dudley and his gang were playing rugby*, tackling each other into the ground, whilst the more conservative kids were either reading books or lying in the sun, enjoying the heat of summer. All in all, everyone was relieved for the end of the year, and couldn't wait to go home.

Harry, who had just gotten out of a rather difficult math test, scanned across the schoolyard in an attempt to spot his friend, Caleb Bristow. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted his friend's trademark red hair glinting in the sunlight. He noticed that Caleb once again had his nose in a book and, despite himself, Harry chuckled.

Typical, he thought, shaking his head in amusement. Never seen him without one, don't know why I'm surprised.

Harry crept up behind Caleb, ever so slightly, until he was able to read the pages of the book in his lap. It appeared to be a new book called The Bourne Ultimatum**, of which it seemed Caleb was deeply engrossed in, so engrossed in it, that he didn't notice Harry bending over until his mouth was an inch from his ear.

"Hey, Caleb!"

Caleb jumped about a foot in the air, his book tumbling to the ground, as he grabbed at his chest.

"Jesus, Harry!" he panted, his hand against his heart. "You... almost gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry, couldn't resist." Harry replied with a cheeky smile on his face, as he sat down next to him.

"How do you think you did on Ms Seymour's test?" Caleb said, picking his book up.

"I think I did alright." Harry said confidently, before his face fell. "Let's only hope Dudley did better or my uncle's not gonna be happy."

Knowing this was a sore subject for Harry, Caleb wisely backed off, feeling more than a little awkward.

"So... did you just come here to scare the daylights out of me, or was there something else?" Caleb probed cautiously.

"Oh, right!" Harry exclaimed, his thoughts back on track.

"You remember that thing we were talking about last week?" he queried, planting his right hand inside his pocket.

"You mean the time your cousin set your pants on fire in the middle of Mr Rowland's class?" Caleb recounted, remembering that rather uncomfortable talk in the nurse's office.

Harry scowled.

"I thought we agreed to never discuss that again." he stated in a deadpan manner.

"Sorry."

"And no, I was talking about the other thing we talked about last week." Harry said, looking at his friend with excitement written all over his face. "You know, about all the strange things that seem to happen around me."

"Yeah. What about it?" Caleb inquired, now curious as to what Harry was saying.

"Well, look at what I can do." Harry replied eagerly, removing two rubber balls from his pocket and holding them out for Caleb to see. As if each were held up by a string, the two balls levitated out of the palm of his hand, orbiting around each other like the Earth around the sun.

Caleb's eyes widened comically, his mouth falling agape at what he was witnessing before him.

"How...?"

"I don't know," Harry responded, answering the unspoken question, a smile creeping over his face. "but what I do know, it's that this is the coolest thing to ever happen to me."

"Dude!" Caleb cried. "This is the coolest thing to happen to anyone. It's like you can use the Force from Star Wars."

"All I need is a lightsaber and I could be a black-haired Luke." Harry laughed, deciding to kick it up a notch. He made the balls spin faster and faster before he flung them into the concrete wall behind them, expecting them to bounce back. They never did.

Within seconds, Caleb's look of awe turned into one of confusion. Walking over to the wall, he spotted the balls, each embedded almost a centimetre into the concrete, cracks spreading out in all directions away from the point of impact. And as Caleb turned around, he noticed a look of achievement plastered over Harry's face, and for some reason, that scared him.

It scared him more than anything ever had in his short life, and in that instant, Caleb thought back to the many "strange" things that had occurred around Harry. Bullies spontaneously becoming hurt without anyone touching them, accidents happening to people who had angered Harry, and even how some of their classmates (one in particular stuck in his mind) had disappeared into thin air during school hours never to be seen again. None had anything in common with one another, except for one thing, they had all angered Harry in some way beforehand. And whilst Harry had been with him each and every time one of the incidents had happened, this ability that Caleb now knew Harry to possess, brought everything into doubt.

Was it Harry who caused them all? Caleb contemplated. Could he have done such things, even unintentionally, in his anger?

With each question, Caleb become more and more terrified. And whilst he was best friends with the black-haired, bespectacled boy in front of him, Caleb felt he had to draw the line here. He had to let Harry know.

Before he hurts me, he selfishly thought.

Summoning every drop of courage he had, Caleb looked into Harry's sparkling emerald green eyes... and spoke.

"H-Harry," Caleb stuttered, his palms becoming sweaty. "Maybe this... gift of yours isn't so much a gift as... it is a curse."

The sparkle in Harry's eyes disappeared, which was soon replaced by an intense fire of fury that crackled behind his eyes.

"What do you mean, a curse?!" Harry pronounced behind gritted teeth.

Caleb turned to the wall and back again, staring pointedly at Harry.

"Okay, I may have put too much power behind it," Harry conceded. "but that doesn't make it a bad thing."

"Yes, it does." Caleb retorted, hoping against hope that Harry would see it from his eyes. "What if you get angry at me for some reason, and I end up in a hospital because of this... power of yours!"

"That'll never happen!" Harry yelled, his temper rising with each word coming out Caleb's mouth. "You're my friend, I'd never do that to you."

"Oh, really?" Caleb challenged, playing his trump card. "Was that the attitude you had with Jake?"

Harry stumbled back as if he'd been punched in the gut, remembering the ten-year-old boy who'd once held a place in Harry's close knit of friends.

There was a long silence. None of them said anything, until Harry spoke with fear in his voice.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, his voice beginning to shake. The fear escalated when Caleb did not answer. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!"

Caleb slowly opened his mouth to speak, but within those few crucial seconds, Harry's fear rose to previously unknown heights. The rubber balls flew out of their holes in the wall at speeds close to a bullet's.

The first ball flew towards Caleb's shoulder, smacking him from behind with an almighty CRACK!

And the second ball... shot in the direction of Caleb's head.

It was only through sheer luck that Caleb avoided the blow. In response to the first hit, Caleb had doubled over in pain a mere second before the ball struck him in the back of the head, missing him by a millimetre.

Harry watched in horror as his friend keeled over in agony, his eyes widened in shock. A THWACK was heard behind him, and he twisted around to see a gaping hole in the wooden fence behind him, big enough to fit his finger through.

He spun back to look at Caleb, who, upon seeing the hole and where it was located, stared at Harry with terror in his eyes. Terror at Harry, and terror at what he'd almost done.

"Caleb..." Harry started in an attempt to apologise, but he was too late. Caleb had already run away, grasping his shoulder and with tears streaming down his face from the pain.

Harry's knees buckled, and he fell to the ground on his knees, sobbing. He knew that what had transpired here had shattered their friendship, and it could never be repaired. Not after today.

Present Day
4 Privet Drive

Every day after that, whenever Harry saw Caleb in the hallways, he tried to apologise for what had taken place that day. And every time, Caleb looked at him in fear and ran away. And although he never told anyone what had happened to his arm, Harry knew that Caleb had not forgiven him.

The loss of his friend hit Harry hard, so when school let out and Dudley turned him into his personal 24-hour punching bag, Harry fell into depression. He hid in his cupboard for most of the holidays, only coming out for chores and food. His birthday passed and he didn't even notice. Grief soon overtook him, and the Dursleys did nothing to ease his pain, what with their constant belittling and abuse. Harry wouldn't even use his power to defend himself, as it was a constant reminder of his mistake.

It was at this time, 2 weeks before the start of term, that Harry found himself in the kitchen, glaring at the rubber ball in his hand with hatred. He hated what it represented, and of what he was capable of. And yet, he could not find the strength to throw it away, as if some unknown force was keeping him from tossing the last memoir of his friendship away.

He was so deep in thought, that he didn't notice the food in the pan burning until the smoke alarms began to blare. And, like a red rag to a bull, his uncle stormed towards him, his face purple with anger. Vernon grabbed Harry by the hem of his shirt, and flung him across the room, his head whacking the tip of the dining room table as he fell.

His vision blurry, and blood pouring down the back of his head, Harry looked up at his uncle wearily. His uncle's nostril's flared, sending small fragments of snot in every direction.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, BOY?!" Vernon screamed at the top of his lungs. "TRYING TO BURN THE PLACE DOWN, I SUPPOSE! A FAT LOAD OF GOOD THAT'LL DO YOU!"

"P-please, uncle, it... it was an accident." Harry whimpered, cowering before his tower of an uncle.

"AN ACCIDENT? I'LL SHOW YOU AN ACCIDENT!" he yelled, unbuckling his belt as he advanced on Harry.

For Harry, the first lash stung the most. Then the second. Then the third, until finally Harry stopped feeling any pain at all. This was when Harry knew that his back was a mangled mess of flesh and blood. Salty tears streamed down his face, as cries of pain was issued from his mouth. In his mind, Harry could only think of one thing, of how he wished that someone would actually love and care for him unlike how the Dursleys "took care" of him. He wished for someone who would love him for who he was, unlike Caleb.

And as the burning food really did start a fire, Harry's fear and pain manifested itself into something only heard of in stories. A luminescent bubble surrounded his quivering body, glowing brighter and brighter with each passing second, until suddenly he vanished from the world. Never to be seen by a mortal man again.

Which as the fire spread, would also happen to the Dursleys.

August 14th, 2014
Sahara Square, Zootopia

Nick Wilde, on the outside, appeared to be nothing more than a stereotypical red fox. Sneaky, conniving, sly and a born hustler, Nick earned the respect of his friends and the ire of those he hustled. He was almost without a care in the world and was only ever thinking of his next hustle, or so it seemed.

For in reality, Nick was, under the surface, a fox frightened of not being accepted by society as who he was. Facing a traumatic childhood, he closed himself off from the rest of the world, and only a select few knew the real Nick Wilde, and many of them were his own family. And his family knew him to be a sweet and caring fox, who just needed a little push to get out of his hardened exterior.

Unbeknownst to any, today was the day he got that little push.

After a successful day of business, which included things such as selling stolen goods for Mr Big, and making a few extra bucks on the side with his pawpsicle hustles, Nick sauntered home to his small flat that was situated right across from Savannah Central. As he counted the cash he had earned, he heard a cry of pain echoing somewhere in the shadows.

Normally, Nick would've ignored this, as it didn't concern him at all, but for some reason, Nick felt an obligation to investigate. Following the noise to an alleyway two blocks away from his flat, Nick was surprised and horrified to find a young red fox lying on the ground with multiple gashes in his back. Upon closer inspection, the gashes appeared to be from a belt.

Holy shit, Nick thought, this kid's taken a beating.

Knowing that this kid would probably not be wanted back at his home, and with Nick not being on the good side of the local law enforcement, Nick, somewhat begrudgingly, hauled him over his shoulder, and scampered back to his apartment, ignoring the looks he got from the bystanders.

As he ran back to his apartment, he didn't notice the fox's eyes opening to reveal emerald green eyes that lay below a patch of white fur in the shape of a lightning bolt.

* For people reading this in America, rugby is the English/New Zealand equivalent of American football, but without such extreme protection and a few rule differences. And, as I support my country, ALL BLACKS RULE!

** The Bourne Ultimatum (the book, not the movie) came out in February of 1990, for those who are prissy about your facts (I was originally going to make the book Jurassic Park until I realised that it was released in November of the same year, a few months AFTER this, unfortunately).\

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