AN: Obvoiusly this isn't a complete story, or even really related to the one before it. Mainly just something that's been sitting on google docs for well... a year.

Basic Idea: Vernon makes contacts (using funds for Harry's care or from Work) gets Harry stuck in St. Brutus after second year. Harry revealed to be a meta-human (with meta-morph powers). Transferred to Arkham, St. Brutus not able to 'care' for meta's. This is a HP/DC Universe (a mix of the DC's like Arkham was).

Disclaimer: I don't own HP or DC. And my bank account... well that already belongs to the government. So, can't get me for nothing.

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Vernon Dursley rarely had time to reflect on past choices, yet now it would seem he would have nothing but time as he lay in the hospital bed, his wife in a similar state not ten feet from him. It seemed in retrospect, that the plan to get the boy out of his hair for good had been flawed. He had made friend in the police force who would be able to arrest the boy and with a little help get him sent to St. Brutus.

The boy however was far more resilient than he had believed though, insults about his parents caused glares but he had restrained himself just barely. In the end, he had taken the bird and had it put down. And that had been the mistake.

He could remember in perfect clarity the pain and anger in the boys eyes as he processed what had happened to the bird. Then came the flash, it might had been a trick of light but the boys eyes had seem to flash with power before they had hardened and then it came. It hadn't been magic, of that he was sure, as the magic freaks would have been there in a blink of an eye and he knew the boy could not use magic without getting expelled from his school.

No, it had come in the form of plants. The same plants that the boy had planted and maintained for years. Any and every plant had attacked, vines reaching out attempting to snag them or failing that snap at them like a whip. It was a quick, ferocious attack and by the time Officer Johnson had arrived to taser the boy as the plan had been, the two elder Dursleys were unconscious and bleeding profusely.

One bad decision had placed them in the hospital, the doctors worrying about his legs due to the damage his spine had taken and his wife's right arm as it had been almost ripped in half. There would be scars and long healing times for the both of them. As for the boy, well... he had been shipped off to St. Brutus as a stopping point. Apparently, the boy had been born in America and St. Brutus, as fine as an institution as it was, was not able to handle the boy with his 'meta-human' powers. Instead, they were shipping the boy off to a facility in the United States called Arkham and doing it quite legally.

"Most of our patients, wait a bit before causing trouble. But you apparently couldn't wait could you?" The warden of St. Brutus spat at the boy.

"Forgive me if I didn't want to be bum fucked." Harry drawled, indicating the unpleasant welcome the other long term patients of the center had arranged for him.

Or her in this case. He had started out as male but the experiences had broken through what appeared to be a magical block, which had been holding back some of his abilities. The blocks destruction had lead to the destruction of the horcrux that had been in his head. It had left a nice amount of knowledge behind along with a few interesting abilities. It would appear that Harry was a metamorph, a very adaptable one at that. He had been oblivated of this fact after using it to run away from number four. Of course he had been caught and the memory of the escape turned into just one bad haircut.

"I'm sure that would never happen in my facility." The man stated dismissively, his eyes narrowed. "You'll be held in solitary for the next few days until your transfer and charges brought up against you for the harm you caused the other inmates. You better hope that they all survive. Guards, take this piece of shit to solitary."

The guards standing on both sides moved to force the boy turned girl towards the exit but not before he spoke once more, "I won't lose sleep over them, they got what they deserved."

Harry James Potter was not having a good day, hell he hadn't had a good week and it was all due to his relatives. Of course, this was on an intellectual level that he admitted it to himself, as he was still a bit emotionally shell shocked from the event that had started this all, the death of Hedwig. Currently, he was chained wearing a bright orange jumpsuit and bouncing in the back of an older prison truck that was taking him to a place called Arkham Asylum.

Apparently his retaliatory attack on his extended family for killing Hedwig was grounds for imprisonment, not to mention that the examiner that had done the psychological testing had marked him as 'unstable and a threat to others'. Rather than attempt to help him, he had been shipped off the continent to a asylum in America that specialised in the care of 'his kind'.

"Okay, we got your information for both forms now. However, we'll need you to stay as female for the time being. You'll be sharing a cell with another woman, it makes it easier if you're also a woman." The guard, a Mr. Boles, by the name tag called out. "Of course, you look better like this."

"Boles! Shut it and move the prisoner out to the penitentiary. And you Potter, if we so much as see a single plant move in a threatening manner... we'll knock you out faster than you can blink." The leader of the group called out.

Boles eyed the man but gave Harry a push to get him moving out through processing and towards the main facility.

"Transfer of Potter, Harry, prisoner number M3731 from St. Brutus." The guard told the deputy warden for Arkham's own little prison.

"Ah, Miss. Potter, we've spent quite a bit of money getting a cell ready for you. You see, we've had to construct a new cell and move another prisoner in order to facilitate your move here. Try to be a good girl now and not cause trouble. After all, you'll be in here for quite some time. But forgive, I am Deputy Warden William Smithers." The man told his new inmate. "Most of the time, you will be dealing with me. If you cause trouble or fail to cooperate, I will be the one that you'll answer too. The warden is a very busy man and you would do well to remember that I am too. Now, Mr. Boles, please escort Miss Potter to her cell."

As the deputy warden stepped away, presumably to return to his office, Harry noticed that Boles was chuckling. Bastard though it was funny that the man had called him Miss. He was pulled from his thoughts when the guard behind him tapped him on the back.

"Come on then, Miss Potter," Boles told him, purposely emphasizing the miss.

Cheeky bastard, Harry thought, before voicing his opinion, "Arsehole."

However, where as most guards would have ignored this insult, Frank Boles was indeed an asshole or rather a arsehole in British slang. As such, Mr. Boles introduced his unlit guard stick across Harry's back, knocking him down to the ground.

It was painful as one might think and Harry saw stars as his face met the ground. Yeah, definitely an arsehole,Harry thought to himself as Boles dragged him back to his feet with the help of another guard.

"By the way Potter, insulting guards counts as trouble," Boles whispered in his ear with a grin.

The man wasted no time in pulling him through the main cell block, where many of the offenders were the henchmen of the larger criminals. There were multiple inmates in each cell and many of them cat called as he was marched through the lower security cells. They stopped for a moment to allow the security door to open before moving on into the higher security cells. Luckily, the cells were designed to be less open and many of the criminals were busy or did not care about a new prisoner. The middle of the room was still being worked on, apparently having more cells built.

Whereas Boles had taken the first cell block slowly, he moved faster here. Most likely he liked torturing the inmates, probably felt like he was a bigger man when he did it too. However, with the more secure cells did not allow the inmates to shout out and cat call at anyone passing them. It was quiet and Boles quickened his pace, either because it wasn't fun for him or because it freaked him a bit. He waited just long enough for the last gate to open into the last cell block, one that had formerly only housed Clayface. The giant glass pane window had been removed in order to expand the room for an additional cell.

EAN (End Author's Note): Okay, after this Poison Ivy and Harry would meet. And... thats really as far as I got. I've got scenes later on of them busting out and the like, but those are really, really disjointed. If I ever figure out where I was going with it... I'll post it.