okay, so, instead of working on Obito's Journey i binge watched both season of Wander Over Yonder and then i started thinking what if Lord Dominator were like a sister to Harry and well here we are... there is also the fact of a distinct lack of Wander crossovers that interest me, or in general.
and well, i was hoping for someone to have made a Harry Potter crossover by now since it is one of the bigger fandoms on this site. not to mention that a Mass Effect/ Wander crossover would be cool to...but i have never played the games and well i dont feel confident writing that.
in fact my experience with the Harry Potter franchise is the movies really...
anyway, hope you guys like this.
Chapter 1: The Green Eyed Boy
Harry has lived with his so called family, if they can even be called that, for the past seven years. For the small eight year old living with the Dursley family has been a living hell. From the time that he could barely hold a pitcher of orange juice he has had to cook, clean, tend the garden, and do many other things around the house. That is not even taking into consideration the punishments that his aunt and uncle would give him for even the tiniest of slip ups, no food for days or a week, locked in his "room" (the cupboard under the stairs), swats to his backside, and others.
To say the least his life was a living hell. Right now, however, he was enduring a prolonged stay in his cupboard with no food and only water for accidentally doing better than Dudley on a test in school. The messy black haired boy was scowling at the injustice that was his life. He was smart, smarter than all the dorks that he had to share space with, either in the Dursleys' home or at school. But combine his sharp mind with his living conditions made him want to turn this place into a pile of smoldering ash.
Harry gave a sigh as he came back to reality and his fantasy of the burning house and corpses of his "guardians" gone, like dust in the wind. His stomach gave a weak growl, and the boy glanced down at his ill fitting clothes that his aunt and uncle gave him because they were Dudley's hand me down's because they didn't want to spend money on a "freak" and at his skeletal like figure. Looking down at himself had renewed the fire burning within his being, and he began to feel his right hand grow warm. The warmth grew and grew until there was a small flame dancing in the palm of his hand.
Harry was fascinated with this new development, sure he knew that there was something special about him, considering all the time's that his aunt said that he was like his freak of a mother. But that feeling that had helped him at the most inconvenient of times had him wondering what it was, and now this was the first manifestation it has made from him willing it, and not having it being reactionary.
Dazzled by his feat of creating fire in the palm of his hand Harry thought, I could burn this place down. I can make my fantasy a reality. But then his wonderment turned calculative as he thought beyond being able to live out his fantasy, but then what would happen to me? All the neighbors and everyone at school think I'm bad. And those that don't either move or lose their jobs. Not to mention that I would have to deal with the system and the police.
Those thoughts drove away the budding feeling of hope that had just barley been able to take root. But, then Harry realized something, snuffing out the small flame in the process, if he could control this weird power of his then maybe it was possible to get away from his so called family. That way he could get stronger, practice his newfound ability and come back to dispose of the vermin.
He smiled at the thought of the demise of his "caretakers". Soon. Very soon he will leave this place.
After spending three days in his cupboard with no food he was released from his smaller prison, but still imprisoned by having to stay with the walrus and the horse. But even that did nothing to dampen his mood as he began to discreetly practicing how to teleport, he remembered the feeling from when he accidentally teleported to the roof of the school. For the next couple of weeks he did this practicing his flame ability and teleporting.
But one night three weeks after his discovery he had to make an emergency teleport. His uncle had decided to smack him around after a particular frustrating day at the office, and it being the day before the weekend meant that Harry did not have school the next day. So his uncle smacked him around with the belt a few times before throwing him into his cupboard and locking it without even saying how long it will be this time. The events that had just taken place still fresh in his eight year old mind.
Harry was in the middle of cleaning the kitchen before making dinner, something his Aunt Petunia had insisted on even though he would have to clean it up after cooking anyway, when his huge beastly uncle stormed his way into the house. Dropping his current task the young green eyed boy bolted to the front door where his uncle stood so he could place the man's hat and coat on the coat rack by the front door. But he did not get very far because his uncle threw his suitcase, hat, and coat on the floor and rushed Harry.
Grabbing him by the ear he dragged the small child into his study and removed his belt. Before Harry could get any bearings on what was happening he was struck with the belt. The swift attack was a surprise to him and bad enough that he forgot about one of the cardinal rules that he had in the house. Don't make a sound. Scream he let out was loud and blood curdling, and he was rewarded with a slap to the face.
"Shut up you stupid freak! The frustrations I had today were because of you!" growled his Uncle Vernon, "And because of you being the cause for my company to hire incompetent employees you will get what's coming to you."
This was followed by many more hits with the belt and maybe a fist or two before his uncle grew bored and shoved him into his cupboard.
Everything hurt; Harry didn't think that he could take much more of this anymore. So he decided to make a blind jump and doing so would be dangerous, but then again staying is dangerous as well. So Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on his inner power and left to an unknown destination with a distinctive pop.
