The Lightning Ultimatrix
This is another crossover that my brain has created; This crossover will ask the question.
Can Harry Potter be the Wielder of the Ultimatrix, can he handle hyper-evolved creatures of magic and aliens?
Can Harry belong in Slytherin?
These are the questions that this story will answer I hope you enjoy. Also, it's slash!
Pairing: Harry/? (Any ideas on who Harry should be paired with)
AN; I will be adding OC Aliens and Planets, maybe one of the first aliens Harry turns into will be one of my OC's... You never know!
Chapter 1: Old Friends
A flash of light, birds flocks away from the blinding flash as a man dressed in a lab coat steps forth from the flash.
"Ah Universe 971 AKA the magical-verse; It's been a while since I was here, now where is number 4?" the man asks himself holding a strange box in one hand and the other a strange cane. The man walks forward towards a park full of children; who have not even noticed him... yet!
In another bright flash, the man vanishes towards a busy road, two young boys are seen running from behind a parked car towards the park behind the man.
"Excuse me? Do you know where number 4 is?" the man asks a passing boy who points towards the only house with beautiful hydrangea bushes decoration their lawn.
"Thank you." the man says leaving the boy to catch up with his friend. With a goofy smile on his face, the man walks towards number 4 of Privet Drive.
-LINE BREAK-
"Get in here boy, you have chores to do!" a purple-faced man says holding open the back door.
"Yes, Uncle." the young boy says, his black messy hair soaked with the rain and his tear-soaked emerald eyes glued to the floor as he walks into the house to get ready for another day of being a punching bag to his Uncle and slave to his Aunt.
"Make breakfast for me boy, your Aunt is out shopping with Dudley and she won't be back for another hour." the boy's uncle says, with a groan of his big heavy boots on the linoleum and a lone squeak of a chair being pulled from the table, the uncle sits down at the table with his paper waiting for his meal.
"Yes Uncle." the boy says; he runs towards the fridge and pulls from its silver insides a couple of pork sausages and a pack of un-opened bacon. With a groan of hunger from his own belly, the child walks up to the cooker and starts with his Uncles breakfast!
-TIME SKIP-
"Thanks for the food boy, now make sure to wash the plates and don't even think about stealing any of my food." the boys uncle says leaving behind an empty plate for the boy to clean up; with a silent sob the boy takes the plate towards the sink to clean its grimy surface.
The low ring of the bell of number 4 rang out; the child, scared out of his mind drops a plate to the hard linoleum flooring; another low ring of the bell makes the heavy boots of the child's Uncle race down the stairs faster than humanly possible.
"BOY, CUPBOARD; NOW!" the boy's Uncle says pulling the child towards his purple coloured face. Spit covers the child bruised face, and with a push of the child skinny form and solitary kick to his behind the door to the Cupboard was shut closed.
-SCENE CHANGE-
Outside the white door of number 4; the man seen before is pressing the doorbell of number 4 with the edge of his cane. Inside heavy footfalls are heard as a lone body walks towards the door.
"We don't want any!" the voice from inside shouts.
"I'm not a salesman, I have a gift for a Harrison James M... No Potter, he's not yet; he will be, or he might be." the man says watching the door creaks open.
"A gift for Harrison... there is no one that lives here by that name, and he does not deserve your gift... maybe I could take it and give it to my son." a whale-looking man with a sinister smile says.
"I know he lives here Vernon; you will take me to your nephew and he will get this gift... and maybe Harrison will make you see reason." the man says pushing Vernon out of the way the end of his cane; with a sweep of his coat on the head flooring the man enters the living room of number 4.
"Y-your one of those lot aren't you?" Vernon asks; puffing up like a big gorilla.
"I am not one of those lot; I am just a friend Vernon and I am tasked to give this to Harrison, I will make sure he gets it." the man says leaving the box onto the table.
"Now you see here; I don't want anything you're giving the F... Boy; so take the gift and throw it in the trash." Vernon says; his face turning an awful shade of puce.
"What happened to you, Vernon? Where is the little boy who stuck up for his best friend." the man says leaning forward in the chair.
"H-hh-how did you know that? Who are you?" Vernon asks; his face turning white in shock.
"I'm Professor Paradox, and this has not been this first time we have met." Paradox says standing up from the chair; Vernon backs away into the couch in shock.
"Paradox... but you look like you've not even aged a day!" Vernon says staring at Paradox; the man who became his only friend when no one else would.
"So you do remember me, Vernon?" Paradox asks standing in front of the once bright-eyed child who eyes would light up whenever Paradox appeared.
"Y-yy-you left me, you abandoned me! You said you'd be back... but you never came back." Vernon says; a lone tear escaping from his eye.
"I did Vernon, just not at the right time... I did tell you I had to go back; my home universe, it needed me; but even then I never forgot you... even when your universe became dark, I could not see you, or your world... it just became dark." Paradox says leaning one of his ancient hands-on Vernon's shoulder.
"I-I-I could not deal with it; the heartbreak, you were the only person who did not bully me; even my old man bullied me, every time saying; 'You must get stronger BOY, you must make sure no one ever, EVER sees you cry.' and I did!" Vernon says knocking away the hand of his former friend.
"So... that's it?" Paradox asks; his hand hovering over where Vernon's shoulder used to be.
"Yeah... look... Harrison does live here, I'll make sure he gets the gift; listen Paradox... I wish I never did anyone harm... not even Harrison." Vernon says turning his gaze away from his former friend.
"Just remember Vernon, even bullies have a fear... don't be a bully." Paradox says leaving Number 4 of Privet Drive in a flash of gold light; the once bright flash that brought joy to a young Vernon, now just brings the man nothing but sorrow.
Vernon bends over and picks the box up, and with a sigh; he carries it into the kitchen... with a stop of his heavy boots; Vernon turns and looks at the locked door to the cupboard under the stairs, and with a shake of his head Vernon smashes the lock with the edge of his boot letting the door open with a slight creak.
"I-I want you to move up the stairs, you're not living in the cupboard like an animal anymore, and don't worry about your aunt or Dudley... I'll deal with them." Vernon says dropping the box at the child's feet.
"Also, your name; it's Harrison... or Harry, and you are my nephew." Vernon adds turning away; and if he did not, Harry would have seen a soft smile; not the usual glare upon his uncles face.
-TO BE CONTINUED-