UPDATE 28/01 - Adding in dates and/or time of year. As the category suggests, this is a crossover between Avengers and Harry Potter, so I've shifted Harry's date of birth to coincide with technological advances in the 'Muggle' World. All will be explained further in the story.

Chapter 1: When Mr Dursley Overreacts to Dropped Eggs.

August 20th 2000

"BOY!"

Harry scampered out of his cupboard and into the kitchen at his Uncle's raging tone.

"Yes Uncle Vernon?" asked a timid Harry.

"Cook me some eggs, boy and don't you DARE burn them!"

"Yes Sir" replies Harry obediently.

Harry Potter is a small child. Much too small for a four-year old, which is probably attributed to the meagre helpings of food he's allowed to eat. The boy is small, with jet black hair that sticks up in every direction. Bright, emerald green eyes stand out against his pale thin face, framed by ugly, rounded glasses. His forehead is marred by a pink, lightning bolt shaped scar that runs from the hairline to just under his right eye which Petunia says had come from the "car-crash that killed your good-for-nothing drunk of a father and your bitch of a mother".

Harry set out to complete his task which really, seems a bit much for a small boy such as he to handle. As the boy starts carefully cracking the eggs into the frying pan, he fails to notice his Uncle glaring at the back of his head.

Let it not be said that Vernon isn't dangerously obese...because he is. Vernon is a large man whose looks resembles a whale. He has small, beady eyes that had only ever been directed towards Harry with looks of hatred. On his head is a smattering of sandy blonde hair that was graying on the sides but also slowly receding to reveal a smooth bowling ball head. To Petunia, Vernon is her handsome husband that had swept her off her feet as a teenager and to her, he's perfect the way he is. In Dudley's eyes, at five years old, his dad was the best dad in the whole world and he wished to be just like him when he was older.

Once Harry was sure that the eggs were fried perfectly, he made his way to Vernon's plate to dish up his food.

"Hurry up, boy! What are you waiting for?!" roared Vernon, not caring that he sprayed spittle across the table and the boy.

It was the next few seconds that Harry later swore had played out in slow motion. As he went to scrape the eggs from the plate, it slipped off the spatula. Harry watched the fall with both apprehension and dread; this was not going to be good.

The eggs landed on the floor with a resounding 'splat'. Slowly lifting his head to face his Uncle, he was suddenly blindsided and he soon found himself on the floor next to the ruined eggs. It was then that he noticed the pain radiating across the left hand side of his face. Vernon had backhanded the boy and as Harry tried hard to stop the tears from falling, he slowly advanced on his nephew as Harry flinched and scurried backwards.

"You useless piece of shit! You can't do anything right!"

While perhaps he was overreacting, any excuse to beat on his nephew was 'ok' in his mind. Harry, meanwhile, was shaking wth fright and just knew that he was going to be hurt a lot worse by the end of the day.

"Listen here boy, and listen well. You are lucky I have to leave for work very soon, but mark my words, we will be having a little..chat when I get home." It was almost a whisper in which his words came out, but Harry, despite being so young, understood the underlying meaning behind them; he would be very lucky to even be conscious after their 'chat'.

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Dudley. Vernon and Petunia's pride and joy. To them, you'd be hard-pressed to find any other child as perfect as he. No one could measure up to their little boy, especially not their freakish nephew. Dudley was a near carbon copy of his father; the same beady eyes, hair just as blonde. Nearly just as large too. To everyone else, he resembled a beach ball with hair.

While Petunia dropped Dudley off at preschool, little Harry was busy with the list of chores given to him by his Aunt. Petunia knew she wouldn't be gone long, so hesitantly left her nephew home alone; it's not as if the neighbors knew they housed another child and hoped that five minutes would not be enough for the freak to wreck havoc in her house. As she took the short drive home, she thought back to that dreadful day they brought Potter into her home.

To say that Vernon was displeased by the intrusion of her freaky nephew is a complete understatement. In his mind, he didn't think he should put up with the fact that this unwanted boy would be disrupting the lives of not only himself and his beautiful wife, but also their one-year-old son. Not only would he have to see that thing everyday, but he'll have to feed him with the food he worked hard to put on the table, clothe him with his hard-earned money and watch as the boy tormented his handsome boy, Dudley.

When he had read the letter left by this..Doubledoor...Bumbledore person, he decided then and there that that boy could stay but under HIS conditions. They would let the boy live under their roof, but he will be fed the bare minimum and could have Dudley's old clothing. Once he was deemed old enough, he will then have to earn his stay here.

Those four years were a happy four years – well as happy as could be when one was housing a freak like Harry Potter.

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Meanwhile, as Harry tackled the oven with a scrubbing brush and oven cleaner, he's also dreading the swiftly approaching evening. An evening where Uncle Vernon will walk through those doors, give his wife and son a peck on the cheek each and will proceed to observe his nephew as said nephew prepares their dinner. Hopefully with no mishaps like what happened earlier in the morning.

The day seems to fly by in an instant, almost as if it were excited for what was predicted to come. Suddenly, it's 5:30pm and Harry can hear the tires of Uncle's car as they roll into the driveway. He finishes setting the dining room table and quietly stands in the corner, hoping to blend in with the pale walls of the sitting room. The jingle of the house keys signified the arrival of his Uncle, Harry shudders with uncontrolled fear as the door opens to reveal him.

Vernon waddled through the opened door and greeted his wife and son with a cheerful "hello!" and moved to take his work things upstairs before getting himself ready and settled at the dinner table.

His gaze searched out the boy and found him trying to disappear into the wallpaper. Grinning slightly, he hypes himself up for a productive evening.

"Boy, you will serve dinner then wait until we are finished before we 'talk'" Vernon says gruffly.

"Yes sir" Harry replies meekly.

Once the food has been eaten and the dining table cleared, Petunia observes her husband and nephew as they leave the room towards the living room.

If one were to sit Petunia and Lily down, side-by-side, you would never guess that they were related let alone sisters. Where Lily had fire-red hair that fell in beautiful waves, Petunia had blonde hair that looked nothing like her sisters. Her face was long and narrow and her neck was nearly twice the average length; she resembled a horse-giraffe hybrid. Of course, Vernon thought the world of her and none could compare.

Vernon and Harry's 'chat' wasn't just a chat, but consisted of rather a lot of cursing and yelling on Vernon's part and silent tears on Harry's.

"Not only did you ruin MY breakfast, but you also didn't even finish your chores!" ranted Vernon.

"Do you not appreciate what we do for you boy? We let you stay in OUR house, eat OUR food and wear the clothes we have given you and you can't even help out around the house? Is that the thanks we get?!"

Little Harry curls up into a ball as his words rain down on him.

"Enough of this, boy, you must be punished. We cannot let you get away with this"

With that, Vernon pulls off his belt and loops it, ready bring it down hard on the boys back.

"Get up, GET UP"

Harry stumbles to his feet and turns to face the wall, already knowing what his Uncle wants him to do. Without warning, the first blow hit hard and Harry knows that this is just the first of many to come.

A/N I hope you're all still sticking with the story. The first few chapters are setting the scene so to speak so the story may be a little slow moving.

Bye!

Kyria