Mutant,Magic and Death
I don't own Harry Potter or xmen.
Chapter 1 . Durslys home
A 6 yr old Harry Potter lay on the floor of #4 Privit drv blood from half a dozen strap marks marred his shirt and the carpet."Vernon just look at my carpet"Screeched Petunia Dursly "Just look at this mess boy." Growled Vernon as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a medium sized lock blade knife "I am going to enjoy this " Vernon grinned as he moved the knife to Harry's before he could cut the boy's throat a pulse of red light struck him in the chest throwing hm across the room,Harry glanced up and seeing his uncle sprawled on the floor he did the only thing he could ...He ran as fast as he could dodgeing around his aunt and out into the night.
Harry lived as best he could on the streets of London stealing food and seeking shelter where he could find it,He stayed away from the other street kids as best he could and relied on himself and a yr later found Harry an astonishing 5'7 in tall and quite well built with no one to tell the 7 yr old how impossible it was to grow so much in a yr Harry assumed it was the better food and excersise.
The giant held the other man by the shirt and punched him several times before he let go and let the man fall at his feet wimpering in fear the man crawled away as fast as he could "Now let that be a lesson to you"Rumbled the giant as he turned away,The man on the ground climbed to his feet while pulling out a blackjack from a pocket and slamed it into the back of the giants head he grined through the blood and broken teeth untill he noted that his blackjack had no effect on the giant at all...The scowl on Harry's face as he turned caused the man to wet himself in fear and all through the alley screams could be heard untill a loud snap silenced them forever.
Albus Dumbledore held one Harry James Potter's Hogwart's acceptance letter in his hand as he sat in the parlour at Privit drv unable to belive the word's he was hearing from Harry's aunt and uncle "You mean to tell me that Harry ran away 5 yrs ago and never told me?" Albus glared at the 2 waste of flesh muggles in front of him,Never in his life had he been so angry the fools had only make sure the boy was subserviant and would look to Albus as a saviour but now he would be independant from living on his own,That the boy was alive he had no dought the wards he placed on the boy as a babe would tell him if the boy was dead no the boy was alive and he needed to be found at all costs.
In a darkened room a man in a wheelchair took a helmet from his head and turned to the red haired woman by his side "I found him Jean your nephew is alive and living in London."