Chapter 1: The Giant

DISCLAIMER: NOT MINE

A/N: First ever Fanfic, inspired by Child of The Storm by Nimbus Llewelyn.


Sunny day, sunny skies with just the perfect amount clouds for shade. It really was the perfect weather, and such days were quite rare in Little Whinging, where storms and lightning frequented. The outdoors were filled with families taking advantage of the blessing to enjoy their day out. The laughter and cries of children felt as if it filled the whole small town.

One child however, was most definitely not laughing or enjoying this day. Young Harry was fuming in his seat, face twisted in a scowl as he received his scolding.

"This is the third incident with Piers Polkiss! You are very lucky that his parents have decided not to take any legal action against you or this house!" she said harshly, wagging her finger at him with the other arm on her hip in a very classic 'I'm Scolding you' pose. One that Harry was very familiar with, and quite frankly, sick and tired of.

"You know what? Polkiss-ass is lucky I didn't dump him in the-OW!" the boy yelped as a ruler struck his knuckles. He didn't really feel the pain, but acting like he did was always the best way to get Mary to stop hounding him.

Speaking of her, Harry felt just a bit awful, bringing problems home again with him and having Mary deal with it. The dark haired woman, whose locks were currently hidden in her headdress, could be real scary when she wanted. See, Mary was a nun, and quite the young one too, seeing as she was barely thirty. The Church slash Children's home they were currently residing was surprisingly, one of the only few ones left in the country, if not the only one.

Harry averted his eyes as Mary's own cold steel blue bored a hole in his forehead.

"Language young man! Am i raising a pirate?" she sighed, tapping the ruler on her palm as she shook her head exasperatedly.

"Alright sorry! Enough with the ruler already! Look, you know why I did what I did. He was trying to steal Charlie's lunch again, Little Charlie's lunch, whom might I add, is barely taller than my ruler! What you expect me to sit there and watch?" Harry spat out venomously. The other workers would have flinched at the look in his eye, but Mary was quite immune to his violent outbursts. Sensing another round of lecturing, Harry scratched his forehead scar, a tic he'd picked up since he was a barely out of diapers.

"No I don't expect you to sit and watch, I expected you to think before you act. You know why it's dangerous for you to get into fights, especially you. Your attitude is starting to make the other adults..nervous." she answered. A deep, tired sigh followed as she knelt before him. Her eyes never left him she took the quite angry boys hand into her own. But just as she did, a shock ran through her fingers, running up her arm and through her entire body,burning her skin sending her on her butt.

Small currents of visibly blue ...well, she could only describe it as electricity of some sort running through his fingers. Only this time it looked uncontrolled, and much brighter than usual.

A small shaky voice could be heard amidst the buzzing.

"M-Mary...I-i-" Harry stammered, his eyes widened in horror as he stared at the burns on the matron's hands. Immediately, the older woman grabbed in into a hug, just as the lightning was dispersed. Harry breathed in the woman's scent, the woman who found him on the doorsteps, who volunteered to raise him when he was a baby, when she herself was barely into adulthood.

This beautiful lady, who the only parent he'd ever known, the one who kissed his scrapes and fed him with her own hand, who cooked his special meals on his birthday and tell him stories before he slept. He'd just hurt her, again.

"Hush child, I know what dwells in your thoughts but you are not some kind of 'freak' as you put it. You are special, a gift from God to me. You are blessed by the Lord and wanted; a noble boy. Well, even if you've practically knocked half the neighbourhood out." she quickly said, ending her sentence with a small laugh as she kissed his forehead, smiling to herself as the boy laughed along with her.

"But you must remember to keep it a secret, no one can know about this understand? Remember what we've always said about control?" she said, trying her best to keep firm in the face of what she thought was the most absolutely adorable boy in the world.

"You know I have perfect control...that was just an accident.." he trailed off, wiggling his fingers, eyebrows raised at the electricity dancing around his digits.

"And it only takes one for everything to go wrong...also that was the eighth accident" she said, voice flat.

"I know! Look, it's been six years. Are we really going to go on for another six without even trying to find out about this? Don't you ever wonder how or why?" he gestured to himself.

But even as he did ask her the questions he could already predict the answers she was going to give.

'It was a gift from the Lord' or 'I'm not sure', and quite recently, the 'Maybe your birth mother was struck by lightning?. Even worse was the 'What if lightning gave birth to you?' Which led to Harry flinging his mashed potatoes.

"I can't really answer that Harry.." Harry rolled his eyes, somewhat triumphant and annoyed that he guessed right again. He scratched his scar on his forehead once again, which coincidentally, was also in the shape of a Lightning bolt. He pursed his lips, and let out a sigh.

"Don't suppose you know how I lifted Mister Peterson's car off that cat do you?" he continued, his annoyance clear to see.

"Don't give me that, I know what I know, and what I do know, is that you are spending this weekend in your room." she raised her finger at the immediate protest.

"You will also be apologizing to Mister Polkiss, and it will be a sincere one, or you can enjoy two weekends in your room and you'll be banned from..err Mai Tai class." she warned him.

"I told you, it's Muay Thai! and it's not even a proper class. Mister Aggard just teaches me under that stinking bridge! He says I would have been a Junior Champion in Thai you know!" he argued petulantly.

"Champion of Brain Damage maybe." she muttered, but Harry's sensitive ears picked it up.

"Hey!"

Harry wanted to argue some more, but caught a glimpse of Mary's burned finger. Deciding he probably deserved the humiliation of apologizing to a rat faced moron, Harry merely nodded his head. Mary quickly dismissed him for lunch to tend to her wounds.

He quickly left the room, only to knock over...

"Charlie?" he asked aloud, confused as to why he and...six other children was lined up perfectly against the wall. Eyes twitching, Harry rubbed his scar in annoyance.

"What did I say about eavesdropping?" he almost growled. Charlie and his little group of friends, while cute,(not that he would ever admit it) was getting on his nerves. They followed him everywhere. Ever since the first time he played hero to be exact, and now they had gotten it in their little heads that he was some kind of superhero that had a secret lair and had secret meetings.

"Not to bother because we have thick walls?" Charlie squeaked out in terror at being caught again.

"No Charlie...the other thing." he whispered as he leaned forwards to stare at the brown haired boy's eye.

"T-that...y-you'll...s-show us h-hell?" he trembled, shaking in rhythm with the other six.

"I'll send you there myself!" he roared, bending his fingers like claws and baring his teeth, sending the little scamps fleeing and screaming.

"Little shits..." he muttered, lips twitching into an almost smile.


"Get back here you little shit! Dursley!" Harry whistled at how fast Dudley Dursley ran to get away from his bullies. Of which was one Piers Polkiss, whom Harry had knocked out with a roundhouse just the week before. He wished his teacher could have seen it, even Harry himself was proud of his control. Seeing as going all out would probably have ended with Polkiss and a broken neck.

'Here he comes' he thought as Dudley's skinny frame got closer. He could barely remember the rotund, chubby boy from before they were Charlie's age at the playground. Figures after years of bullying he would lose all that fat. His blonde hair fell over his blue eyes, it was matted with sweat as he ran as fast as he could. Harry always thought about how eerily similar they were if they had the same frame, hair and eye color.

Part of his punishment was to be a sort of chaperone for the younger kids as they enjoyed the weekend, as the other adults were busy and the older kids just couldn't bother, Harry volunteered. Seeing as the playground was quite near to the Church, it was allowed by the Head Matron. Even if he did have a history of violence, Harry was well known to be one of the more matured and responsible children.

"Oi, get behind me." he said loudly. Dudley's fearful eyes grew wide in surprise as he obeyed immediately, recognizing the resident 'bad kid' of the neighbourhood that even secondary school students (and some adults) stayed away from.

His bullies caught up eventually, only to stop still as the green-eyed boy, whom was a full head taller than them grinned like the Devil.

"P-potter!" One of the bullies shouted.

"Oi it's the Demon King imself!" another whispered.

'Okay I don't know who started that but he's definitely dead when I find out' Harry promised himself, not knowing that the culprit was in fact, actually behind him.

"I'm not afraid of you Potter!" one of them yelled with false bravado, only to get a shoe in his face as Harry drove his sneaker into his face, sending him flying. The other children could only watch in fear as he claimed another victim to the dreaded 'Kick'.

"I'm quite sure the rest of you are, Or are we getting a little brave hmm?" he questioned, enjoying how most of them were close to wetting themselves. Glaring at them, Harry jerked his body towards them, feeling good about himself as the ran quickly, dragging their bloodied face comrade along.

"Thanks.. Potter." Dudley gasped out, rivulets of sweat dripping down his face.

"Whatever..." he muttered distractedly as he shepherd the small children together so they could go back home.

"Um..."

Harry turned around, eyebrow raised at the other boy as he struggled to get his words out.

"What?" he asked, a bit too harsh judging by the little jump he made.

"Do you mind..walking me home?" Dudley asked, hesitant and reluctant.

Harry sighed, he felt bad for Dudley, he really did, but not enough to actually care him because honestly, if Dudley was too much of a coward to stop running and fight back then it was his own damn fault that he was getting bullied. Besides, who the bloody hell asks another boy to walk him home?

But he also realized that the only reason he was even thinking that was because he had supernatural freakish powers that Mary swore came from God.

"Fine, but we're going to the church first to get these shorties home." he replied, looking annoyed.

"Hey we're not short!" a squeaky voice protested, paving the way for the others to start a rebellion as they chimed in. Soon Harry had a bunch of minis mouthing off to him.

"Can it Hobbits!" he growled menacingly, cracking his knuckles for extra measure.

And just like that the Rebellion was defeated.

The look that Dudley sent him after that statement was just uncomfortable. So he quickly turned around signaled the small group. He made sure every one of them held hands and were in a proper row before he marshaled them home.

Once they reached the Church, where he introduced Mary to Dudley (whose teeth Harry wanted to knock out for staring at the nun for too long) and explained the situation. He winced a little as his eyes caught the bandages. Mary gave permission with the express promise that he get his butt home as soon as Dudley got to his. With that they headed out, deciding to walk since Dudley's home wasn't that far away.

It was mostly silent and awkward, with random, non-intrusive questions being thrown here and there. Harry learned that Dudley was an only child, and that the two of them were the same age. After the first few questions they finally broke the ice and found out they actually had a lot in common. Both of them liked Star Wars, painting, astrology and quite surprisingly, The Rolling Stones.

After ten minutes and the rows of carbon copy houses came into view, another five and the finally reached what appeared to be Dudley's home.

"Huh.." Dudley muttered.

"What is it?" Harry questioned, curious.

"See that Bike parked up front? Wonder who that belongs to, no one here would be caught dead riding that thing." he replied as they quickened their pace.

They both quickly got their answer as what seemed to be an eight foot plus tall giant could be seen strangling a man-whale in the entrance to Dudley's home.

Even Harry, who was quite used to seeing weird stuff had to actually pause and process what he was seeing.

"What the hell is that!?" Harry yelled out in surprise.

"I..I don't know!" Dudley gasped out, almost hyperventilating at the absurd situation. Catching a glimpse of his father's face turning blue, he panicked started slapping the boy beside him.

"Help him!" he screamed.

"What!? You help him! He's your dad!" Harry yelled back.

"B-but you're the Demon King!" Dudley continued screaming even harder.

"Who the hell are you calling Demon!?"

The Giant, having heard their obvious argument quickly dropped what Harry assumed to be Dudley's father and turned around. It's eyes seemed to light up as it spotted Harry. It's beard was all wet and reached it's chest. Harry's nose could pick up the scent of alcohol even at this distance. The giant's long frizzy hair seemed to stand up all at once as it came bounding at him. Instinctively, Harry brought his arms up and took a stance as the Giant got closer.

"-arry? Harry! 'ts really you!" it yelled as it's arms spread wide for what seemed to be a hug.

"What the fu-"


A/N: All familiar names are just that, names at the moment. I have no current plans to do multiple crossovers at the moment, I don't think I have the skill for that. As you can see, there are Major AU Elements to the story, but that's only because I think a Vanilla HP Story would be almost impossible for me to merge with another universe. So I hope you'll stick it out and enjoy.