Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Batman are not mine and it's extremely likely they'll never be, except for Mrs. Medlock.
Warning: This story will be rated M. It will contain strong language, violence, and several other things readers will might find offending.
Now with the boring stuff out of the way, lets begin.
Nerium Oleander Isley-Wayne
A.K.A Harry James Potter
Chapter 4: Seedling
By RomeroGirl101
Warm dark blanket,
Cradle me close;
I may be frail but
I am not frightened.
I breathe in the light,
Drink in the earth,
Spread my arms
To welcome the sun.
The sky
will be no limit for me.
Titled Seedling by Anonymous
Raven hair shined brightly in the hot summer sun, beads of sweat rolled of a young boy's forehead, while that said boy dragged a heavy lawn mower that was twice his height (and weight) into a dingy, too green garden shed. The fair boy, Harry Potter, looked up into the blue sky and let out a long, exhausted sigh. This was his last chore of the day, before he had to cook dinner for his "family." He let out another long sigh.
At least I finish early, thought Harry,I get to rest a little now.
He lean against the too green garden shed before his legs gave out on him. Luckily enough, he was in the shade and away from the watchful eyes of his aunt, Petunia. If she saw him resting, even for a moment, she'll have a large, dramatic hissing fit. Or give him another chore which he rather avoid at all cost.
I don't need anymore of this crap, thought Harry, I have enough to deal with. Like for example, my strange, but cool "freakish" power.
Which was true, Harry recently discovered that his strange, but cool "freakish" powers were controllable. Usually, he didn't have control of his powers. They just came out. They usually came out when he was in dire need of them like when Dudley and his gang were hunting him in school and he suddenly appeared on the roof top of the school. Well, he didn't just suddenly appear on the roof, it was more like he flew up there than appear out of nowhere. And that was the time Harry notice that his strange powers flowed through him, everywhere. It flowed through every part of his body, to his pores, feet, hands, and veins. He found it quite strange but thrilling. He liked it. Even if he got suspended for two weeks for being on the rooftop of the school.
And there was another time, when he was eight, he got so furious at his teacher, Mrs. Medlock, that he turn her wig ─ and yes, she did in fact wore a wig ─ bright blue. He did, of course, get in trouble for it but he didn't get suspended this time instead he got a week worth of detention. And that was time that he also notice that when he was emotional his powers intensify.
And there was another time, when he was seven, he got lost in the woods when he was running away from Dudley and his gang. He didn't know where he was exactly but he kept walking, unknowingly, deeper into the woods. It was around nightfall when he stop and looked around. Everything was the same. The trees were all the same with there creepy, spider-like branches that swayed eerily in the cold winter breeze. He was getting more and more scared each minute and it was getting colder and colder each second. He sat against one of the spider-like trees and pulled his leg closer to his chest to keep warm. Dudley's old clothes didn't help much, the cold air just swept through him and into his bones. He shivered. It was so cold. He wished he was warm. And his wish came true but not the way you expect it. Instead of his magic doing the warming, something else did. The tree that he was sitting against, branches quivered a bit but not from the wind but from something else. The tree seemed to glow and light from it seem to make a ripple. Then, out-of-nowhere, the branches strung forth and wrap themselves around Harry. Harry, of course not noticing what was happening to the tree, let out bloodcurdling scream and tried to escape the vice-like grip of the branches, but fail miserably. The tree slowly dragged out one of his roots, then another, and another. It was uprooting itself till only the tips of the roots stayed in the dirt. And then, one of the branches that wasn't holding Harry, ripped of one of it's own died branches from itself. The entire tree seem to shudder violently for several moments, then it ripped out another and another and kept repeating the process, and kept shuddering more and more violently each time till it had a handful of died branches. The tree slowly and careful tied each branch together till it looked like something between a fort and nest and brought it under its trunk, inside its' almost uprooted roots. Then some other branches started to gather up leaves and other soft materials from the ground and laid them inside the fort-like nest. The branches that held Harry slowly brought him down gently on the fort-like nest and let him go. Harry, who was watching the entire affair, laid down on the soft nest and relaxed. Even when he was young he understood what the tree was doing, it was helping him. It was keeping him warm. It was self-sacrificing. And he was grateful for it.
"Thank you, tree," he whispered, gently, his very voice filled with gratefulness. "Thank you so much."
He was falling asleep in the warm dark blanket that the tree created and strangely enough it seem to cradle him closely like if he was a frail creature needing protection.
And he fell asleep but not before he heard a voice say softly;
"You're welcome, my little seedling," the voice was soft and mellifluous and seemed to carry in the wind that now smelled of honey and oddly enough, fresh milk. "Sleep now, my little seedling, whiling I sing a song of my ancestors."
And the singing began.
He had long forgotten the words of the tree's ancestral song but he remembered the melodious humming and he had forgotten the way back to the tree because when he awoke the next morning, he was in his bed inside the cupboard. He never found out who put him back and probably never will. But from that day on, he was able to understand plants and speak to them and they spoke back. But he now knew the his "freakish" powers included talking to plants. Which he kinda like since he was able to help the plants in the garden but so many of them were so gossipy.
I think that what happens when ones stationary there whole life, thought Harry
Since then, he been practicing and training his powers. He extended it to the point where he almost had full control of his powers and was able to make plants do whatever he wanted but he never like doing that since he knew how that felt like.
While he was deep in thought, a yellow cab pulled up in front of number four Privet Dr. and the back door opened and a woman step out. The woman turned and …
AN: That's all for now folks come back and tune in folks... but don't worry in 48 hour the chapter will come. And I deeply apologize for not writing for so long, so much crap happened this summer with starting Marching Band and Tennis a month early and barely start high school, I didn't have time to sit down and update but I'm back now so start expecting a chapter each month now for sure.
P.S. Please review and criticize
P.S.S Who should I pair Ivy with Bruce Wayne or Harley. And who should I pair up Harry with one of the robins or one of the batgirls or a person from the Harry Potter books or make a fem!(insert male harry potter character here) or a oc. You can write it in your review and in a week or a month it'll be decide.
P.S.S.S Here a picture of what I was trying to describe about the almost uproot tree plus you'll have to scroll down to see the picture, it's next to a moss-covered tree.
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And here the fort-like nest that's I was trying to describe it's underneath the skull nest plus there's many other cool picture there, too.
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