A/N: Hey everyone, I know it's been 374 years, but I'm back with a new chapter- can't say I'll continue this any further but I'm definitely going to try uwu. Thank you for all of the kind reviews.

Harry Potter sadly does not belong to me; however I must thank J.K. Rowling for being a living legend and creating the series.

Although the rest of Privet Drive was scarily pristine and lacked any sign of living, the pavement was scarred with cracks and dents. It made Roadhog almost as uncomfortable as the identical white picket fences and multicoloured roses which sprung from the lawn of every garden without fail. They almost resembled fault lines- the horrible scrapes and scratches getting larger and larger with every step he took. He felt his permanent frown sag a bit lower. Number 1. Number 2. Number-

"WHEN ARE WE GOING TO BE THERE? WE'VE BEEN WALKING FOR HOURS ALREADY-"

Roadhog sighed. It had been 20 minutes. Although he didn't condone child abuse, he was being tested as of late. Dudley Dursley was an absolute beach ball of a child, round, clothed in eye-wateringly bright colours, and prone to making loud, irritating noises at the slightest provocation.

Roadhog halted his stride, catching Dudley off guard.

"We're here." The Junker stated, without an ounce of emotion.

The younger Dursley decided that it would be best to stay silent for the foreseeable future.

The Australian walked to the burgundy door and pounded on it twice. It was silent. Silence was good. It soon swung open to reveal a short, stout man the colour of an overripe tomato. The elder beach ball grunted, grabbed his child and slammed the door again.

Roadhog snorted, shaking his head. That... was an experience. Hopefully one he'd never have to deal with again.

Jamie and Harry had become fast... friends? If that was the correct term- nevertheless, they'd bonded over their mutual love for fire, explosions, and other various categories of destruction. They were working on controlling the green-eyed boy's accidental magic. The height of their progress was changing the size of the fireball from small to slightly smaller.

This was making the young Potter quite frustrated. But Junkrat was still staying optimistic... in that odd manner of his.

"Progress is progress nonetheless! We managed to kill the bowling pin, and thats..." the Junker trailed off, "Something! That's something!"

Harry grinned, staying silent. Language development was something they could work on later- Junkrat had never been one for listening to other people talk- he could do just fine on his own. He stood up and went to retrieve another bowling pin to incinerate- then it struck him. He hadn't actually introduced himself to the kid. Hell, he didn't even know the kids name. Junkrat began to prepare a barrage of questions mentally, wondering how he'd get the kid to talk.

Good thing that Roadhog chose that moment to come back. The agonisingly loud sound of the door swinging open brought Jamie back to his senses.

"Dropped off the brat." Mako grunted.

Junkrat nodded in the taller man's general direction. Hmm... he didn't even have to ask the kids name, he could just give him a new one. He was probably too young to remember what his name was anyway.

Jamie began to pace up and down the sides of the room, trying to gather his thoughts. 'Uhh... the kid had black hair? Ravens? Ravens have black feathers? Maybe it could be something to do with fire? Firebird? Ahh... Firebug! That's it.'

"Hey, kid-"Harry turned his head at the sound of Jamison's voice "-your name is Firebug now, ok?"

Harry really didn't care; the flaming bowling pin was holding his attention more than Junkrat was. Firebug it is.

6 years later, 1991

BOOM!

The wall of the bank was blasted away, revealing the carnage occurring inside to the rest of the world. Fire ran up and down the carpeted floor, customers shrieked and ran for shelter- it was carnage. Perfect. Three figures were standing in front of the ATMs, glaring at passersby. One was tall and narrow, one was even taller and broad, and the 3rd figure... the 3rd figure was a child. They were drilling open each of the banking machines, and stealing the contents, of course.

"Hurry up!" sounded the impatient whine of a certain Jamison Fawkes.

Firebug giggled at this, earning a glare from Junkrat. Roadhog rolled his eyes, which went unnoticed by the pair, who had started bickering.

The taller Junker stuffed all of the money into the last of the bags, stuffed the bags into a duffel bag, and slung the duffel over his shoulder. There were police sirens sounding in the distance. It took them long enough. Roadhog grumbled and motioned to Harry. Harry grinned back at him, and promptly apparated them the fuck out of there.

Anyhow, that's it- sorry for the shorter chapter, my mind has gone blank.