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Summary: Everyone needs someone to help make it through life and eight year old Harry has just found his. Hp/ marvel comics includes X-men, Iron Man, Avengers, Fantastic Four

Friend for Harry

Savior Next Door

It was one of the hottest days ever recorded in Surrey and eight year old Harrison James Potter was stuck outside doing chores. He could hear his, big as a baby whale and as dumb as a pet rock of a cousin, Dudley begging for more ice cream from is mother Petunia. Harry let out a sigh and continued to paint the shed. He wished he was allowed to have ice cream or even a glass of water while he was outside. He had been working outside without being allowed to take a break since ten that morning and it was now reaching four thirty in the afternoon. His uncle would be home soon and Harry knew that if he did not get his chores done he would be in a world of pain.

It was not that his relatives beat him, no they would not dare lay a hand on him incase there were freaks watching their every move. No they would just lock him in the cupboard under the stairs after they made him sit and watch them enjoy their meal without having a drop of it his self. Yes the Dursley's were cruel but they were all that he had. His parents had been killed in a car crash when he was a baby and he had no relatives that wanted him.

Heck he did not even know that is real name was Harrison he thought his name was boy or freak till he was six. He hated the Dursley's and wished that he had died with his parents. Then at least he would not have to be tortured by his "family", he would be in heaven with his parents. As Harry was contemplating his lot in life he did not notice his cousin standing behind him with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Dudley did not like his cousin at all. He thought that Harry received too much attention from his parents and wanted to teach him a lesson. Dudley, not realizing that the new neighbor in number 6 had been watching him, grabbed the paint and poured it all over himself and started to cry, breaking Harry out of his thoughts. Aunt Petunia who had also seen the whole thing came running out of the house to see what was hurting her poor Diddy sweetems.

"Oh my poor Diddikins, what did your freak of a cousin do to you now," Petunia gushed over her now blue son. "Don't you worry your cousin will get it when your father gets home." Harry let out a gulp. He knew he was going to get the belt for the first time.

"Excuse me Mrs. Dursley, but I saw the whole thing" said the man at number 6. He was a man of short stature and spoke with a harsh voice. To Harry he spoke with a funny accent that wasn't English. He had side burns that reached his cheek. While he may have been short, he was muscular and you knew he could take care of his self in a fight. "Your son poured that paint over his own head. Your nephew did nothing."

"I think I knew my son better than you do and he would never do anything like that." she contradicted.

"You mean like he would never beat up a four year old in the park with his hooligan friends, or throw rocks at Mrs. Figg's cats. I've seen him at it lady."

"Who do you think you are, talking to my wife like that you freak," raged Vernon Dursley who just arrived home from work. He was a beefy man and you could tell his son had his genes to the tee. "My son would never hurt a fly that didn't deserve it. That four year old probably thought he could bully my Dudley." Vernon added swelling with pride as he defended his son.

"Yeah right bub, like anyone under the age of fifteen could bully you overweight whale blubber of a kid. It leaves one to wonder why your son is so big and your nephew looks like he hasn't eaten in a week", which he hadn't but the man didn't need to know that.

"I don't have to stand here and listen to you besmirch my family's good name,' Vernon yelled indigently going purple in the face. "Let's go Pet, Dudley go inside. Boy clean this mess up." Vernon added with a menacing look at Harry. Harry gulped for the second time in fifteen minutes. He knew he really was going to get it this time.

"Here let me help you kid. My name is James Howlett but you can call me Logan. What's your name runt?"

Harry Potter sir, it's nice to meet you. You don't have to help me clean. I can do it by myself." Harry said in a small voice. He could not understand why anyone was being nice to him.

"I want to help you Harry. You look like a good kid. Why wouldn't I help?" Beside you look like you need someone to look after ya.

"Nobody ever wanted to help me before, but my teacher and the Dursley's made her go away, why would this time be any different."

"Because, I ain't afraid of your uncle kid. I ain't going anywhere anytime soon. Come on lets get out of this heat you look like you could use something to eat."

From that moment Harry found his self a big brother. Though Harry still lived with his relatives, he began to spend all his free time with Logan. Logan would help him with his homework and teach him how to defend his self from his cousin. He knew a lot of different fighting styles. He even taught him how to use weapons. He found he had the right build to right now, use daggers and short swords. Logan told him when he got older he would get him is own sword.

Harry was no longer the small under weight boy he was a year ago when Logan first met him. He was still on the short side but he was a respectful height for a nine year old going on ten. He even had a bit of muscle developing. Now without having to use glasses you could see his gorgeous green eyes that stood out with his messy jet black hair. Harry was one of the most caring individuals that Logan had ever known, he reminded him of another green eyed individual that wished knew how he felt about her. But no she was with pretty boy, one eyes Scott Summers. Now most people believed that Logan and Scott hated each other but they were bothers, they would do anything for each other. Logan really wanted Harry to meet Scott. Scott could be father figure that the kid needed.

Logan had told Harry that he was a mutant and all about the X-men. He showed him is claws and shared stories about some of his adventures. He told Harry that when the time came they would go to New York and meet the team until then they would wait till the time was right. What Logan was waiting for Harry didn't know. All he knew was he could not wait for it to happen.

Mutants, Muggles and Wizards Oh My

Harry was having a bad week. He was locked in the house with the Dursleys and Vernon's sister Marge, he refused to call her aunt, and her killer bulldog Riper. He had to stay in the house because it gave Marge something to complain about. He was sad because it meant he couldn't hang out with Logan, and he was starting to get a pounding headache and his bones hurt all over. He had been feeling weak and lethargic ever since Marge got there; maybe he was allergic to her he thought miserably. It didn't help his headache any that Marge kept having a go at his dead parents call them drunken freeloaders, telling him that the Dursleys should have put him in an orphanage, she also tried to have a go at Logan when Dudley told her about him. He felt like he was going to lose it at any minute. Looking on the bright side at least they were outside on a nice night.

"Boy you should act more like this fine young man here," Marge said pinching Dudley's chubby cheeks. Harry was the only one who noticed that all the silverware was moving. "Now like I said before, if you were left on my door step I would have drowned ya like I do all the mutts I breed."

"Well then Madam, it's a good thing he wasn't left on your door then." Said a man with thick grey eyebrows, he was wearing a purple helmet and cape, with a reddish pinkish outfit and a smirk adorned his face.

"Well young Harry my name is Magneto and I've come to take you away from these despicable Homo sapiens." said the mutant in a grandfatherly voice.

Logan had been getting worried about Harry, he hadn't seen him in a week and knew that his relatives did not treat him right. He decided he was going to go and check on the boy and make sure he was okay. Right before he reached the door the bell rung. He knew it wasn't Harry because he had a key, and no one ever visited him. Logan was prepared for the worst.

He whipped the door opened and standing there was the most beautiful person he had ever seen Jean Grey. She had long auburn hair and green eyes that matched Harry's, and a smile that could match the sun. Seeing that smile after so long made his stomach do flips. Standing next to her was the man that was in his thoughts every time he thought of Harry. This man had dark brown hair and wore red shades not to protect his eyes from the stinging sun, but to protect people from his laser vision. Scott was just what he needed right now.

"Hey what brings ya to the neighborhood one eye" Logan said trying to intimate Scott while hugging Jean. He was so happy that they were here.

"How you doing mutt," said a smirking Scott. "The Professor sent us. He said there was a mutant who's very powerful and his power were awaking as we speak."

What's his name because after we do this I got someone I want ya to meet?

"His name is Harry Potter," said Jean.

"Potter, I knew there was something special about this kid, he's the one I want you guys to meet. He's a great kid"

"We need to go talk to him before Magneto gets to him."

Harry was not fooled by Magneto. He was mentioned in a lot of the stories Logan told him. He decided he was going to see what the elderly man wanted and pray that Logan got there on time.

"What do you want with me," Harry said putting on a brave face even though he was scared out of his mind.

"Well dear boy you are a lot like me. Called a freak by those who kept us captive. Afraid of what we are. You Harry are a mutant. A very powerful mutant and together we can crush these insets and show them what freaks can do."

If Harry hadn't heard about the mutant from Logan he almost would have bought it but he was prepared. He was about to make a retort but a red laser bean caught Magneto's attention first. Harry looked at the fallen mutant and then the man he thought of as his brother. He noticed that Logan was flanked by two others a pretty lady with red hair and a man who was wearing red sunglasses even though it was night outside. Before he had time to ponder who the two newcomers were Magneto interrupted his thinking.

"Why if it isn't the X-Men, I should have known Charles would have sent the Cyclops and his pet Wolverine and his assistant Jean Grey." Magneto replied picking his self off the ground.

"Your not getting this one bub so you can go back to your brotherhood and lick the wounds I'm gonna give you," answered Logan standing in front of Harry.

"Now see here, I'm tired of all you freaks dirtying my family's air. Take the little freak" he yelled turning a nice shade of purple pointing at Harry, "and be gone from my house. Hopefully someone will ki…" what someone might have done to Harry we will never know because he was dangling in the air by an unseen force from a very pissed off Jean Grey.

"See here you pitiful excuse for a human. Harry has done nothing wrong. It's people like you who make mutants want to wipeout your race!" said the angry red head. "Petunia could not help the feeling that this woman could kill them all with a single thought. She scooted closer to her son to protect him from anything that may come. It also couldn't help but notice that Jean Grey looked like a ringer for Lily.

"Who knew you could be a feisty one Miss Grey!" said a laughing Magneto. "This is what I am talking about Harry. These things should not be allowed to dominate us. We are the next stage of evolution. We are Homo Superior!"

"Look bub ya about to get reintroduced to my claws if ya don't shut ya trap. The kid ain't going anywhere with who so why don't you leave." said Logan drawing his claws out. He was itching for a fight. Leaving in Surrey had made him a little stir crazy and he needed to have a good battle to cure him.

"How you expect to beat me Wolverine, if I control metal and your bones are metal, hmm I wonder." he said while lifting Logan in the air. Harry did the stupidest thing he ever did in his life, he jumped and grabbed a hold of Logan's leg and found his self over twenty feet in the air holding on for dear life.

While this was going on, Scott took aim at Magneto with his optic blast while Jean worked on getting Logan and Harry down safely. Scott's shots were being blocked by pieces of flying metal that were rebounding towards the Dursleys who were trying to take cover. Harry climbed up into Logan arms so he wouldn't fall. A series of pops were heard by Logan and surprisingly Harry. Looking to the top of the street both could see four people wearing what appeared to be long dresses.

In the front was an elderly man with long white hair and a long beard next was a man with a wooden leg and a glass eye. His face looked like it had been carved up by something like Wolverine's claws. The next two individuals were, a strict looking women with her hair in a bun and a red haired male. The man with the wooden leg pulled out a stick and pointed it at Scott while the man with the beard pointed his at Magneto.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore"