Title: Raider
Disclaimer: What if all Harry's life at the Dursleys he was abused. Then he discovers he's a mutant and runs away but soon is caught by the X-men. What will happen to Harry? New Powers, New friends.
I do not own Harry Potter characters or any songs that may appear in this story! I also do not own any characters that are in the x-men!!
Now on with the story!!
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Harry laid silently on his bed listening to the gentle summers rain. Just by looking at him you could tell that he was special. Just by the way he held himself you could sense power radiating off him. He listened as the rain hit against the small window of his room.
Staring at his ceiling, Harry thought sadly about how his life began to go down hill. First Sirius dies right in front of him, then he comes back 'home' to the Dursleys only to find out that his uncle Vernon's company had gone out of business and of course the whole thing was blamed on him, leading Uncle Vernon to beating him regularly.
The beatings weren't so bad, mostly Uncle Vernon would use his belt and would only hit him on his back or stomach. But then on Harry's birthday they got worse. Along with the belt he would use knives to cut across his arms, not to deep but just enough to leave a scare and cause a lot of pain.
Shaking his head to clear his depressing thoughts, Harry closed his eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep.
But that moment of peace was soon destroyed when he was jerked awake by the loud bang of his bedroom door slamming open.
He watched in silent horror as his uncle came in his room carrying a few ropes and a bottle of bleach.
After making sure he closed and locked the door, he grabbed Harry and shoved him down on the bed.
With the ropes he brought with him he tied Harry's arms and legs to the beds posts.
Grinning like an idiot he held Harry's head in place with one hand and grabbed the bottle with the other, " I'll make sure you never go to that freak school again boy!" he whispered in Harry's ear.
Harry tried to struggle but the ropes were too tight. Helplessly he watched with wide eyes as his uncle took of the lid to the bottle and poured the bleach on his eyes.
The pain was terrible, he screamed in agony as he could feel the bleach eating at his eyes. He writhed against his restraints as waves and waves of pain kept searing through them. Sadly, the last thing he saw that night was his uncle grinning evilly at him as he walked out the door before everything went black.