Kithrin's Cerebral Flatulence
Summary: the Dursley's don't want Harry, so they give him to the brother Neither Petunia, nor Lilly wanted to admit exists. Becoming unpopular in school, he decides to make some friends.
Story 5: Making Friends.
"NO, we will not have that freak in the house," a fat man shouted, rousing the child he was objecting to.
Petunia was silent, she had agreed, but the letter basically threatened her, as it said that it needed a relative of Lil... she smirked.
"I have an idea," Petunia said smugly.
Vernon, the first shouter blinked and calmed down. "And what would your idea be?"
"I... have a brother. One odd enough that neither my sister or I, wanted to admit to. He would probably be willing to take the brat off our hands."
Vernon smiled, yes it was a probably, but it was a chance.
"Let me contact him," Petunia said.
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Petunia took several breaths to prepare herself, and then dug out an old card her brother gave her.
Dialing the number on the card she waited.
"Hello, Frank," she said.
After a pause, she continued.
"I know I swore never to contact you, but something came up."
A shorter pause.
"Lilly's dead."
A long pause.
"Her son was dropped here, and we don't want him, I was wonder..."
Another pause, causing Petunia to nearly collapsing in happiness.
"Two days? Yes I can take care of him for that long, thank you, and no I don't want to know how he's doing later, and yes I will keep all his stuff together, thank you."
With a smirk, she hung up the phone and walked away. She could handle taking care of the freak for a few days.
She couldn't help but think that she was making a mistake for some reason, whether it was for herself, the freaks, or her nephew, she couldn't tell
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Two days later, a man driving a refurbished Model T drove up. He was dressed in an old fashioned turn of the century suit, with a badly damaged lab coat over it with a badly damaged nametag.
Walking up to number 4, he knocked on the door and then had a baby shoved in his arms, an old car seat on the porch, as well as a few bags of supplies, and a stuffed dog.
Blinking, the man looked at the bundle in his arms, and said, "Well it's just you and me kid, let's get you home."
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A day later an old man with horrible fashion sense came since the wards had collapsed, found out what happened, and knowing that it was soon enough to reestablish them elsewhere, departed to the home of this... Frank.
A day later the wards were reestablished and were actually stronger than the original ones, and he departed, secure in the knowledge that the muggle man would keep Harry grounded.
He walked away, to a hidden place to apparate out, past the mailbox with the name Frank N. Stein.
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Eight years later, Harry was working with some corpse parts his father had gotten for him, along with some electronic and metal pieces.
He was really unpopular in school. He was actually nearing university level in biology, physics, and electronics, and tended to read books that gave others headaches just thinking about reading them, for fun.
Plus the fact that some funny smells tended to cling to him.
His high intelligence in those areas was massively influenced by the man he called father. The man was three-quarters brilliant, and one-quarter insane. The man had a lab with lots of stuff that most people would think was straight out of a horror movie, monster movie, and/or sci-fi movie.
He explored the lab since he was three, and loved doing it and the man who had taken him in, always took time to explain what he was doing, even if most people thought it was immoral and illegal.
His father kept telling him that he should make some friends... so he decided that since others couldn't keep up with him, and no one even tried, he would make his own friends in a more literal sense.
And so he got to work on his first friend.
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A month later and the body was complete. She was composed of parts of over a dozen humans, most bought from a sleazy coroner from various John and Jane Does, and some cybernetics. His father had helped on a few parts while stating that this wasn't precisely what he meant by making friends, but he'll take what he can get.
The girl was 'dressed' in bandages that barely would have preserved her modesty if she was alive, and she had a mace next to her. She had pink hair, a modest but, a gold horn, two gold cylinders where her ears should be, heterochromia, and metal legs. She also looked to be between sixteen and eighteen. (EN)
To the side, he had what looked like a wedding outfit, that he was going to have her wear if he could animate her.
She was missing one thing, the spark of life.
She was also strapped onto a table, that was in a vertical position, with many leads coming off of her body.
Just then a crash of thunder sounded overhead, and Harry pulled a leaver. Today was one of the biggest thunderstorms to hit their area, which was a small country estate just outside of London, in over a century.
Perfect for the 'spark' he needed.
He also decided that the next friend would be a full gynoid, less messy that way, and cheaper besides.
And then it happened, a big fat lightning bolt hit the rod that he had extended with the leaver. The lightning bot blew every fuse in the building and went on to hit his creation.
It was the moment of truth.
"Ugu," a female voice sounded.
Then the emergency lights came on, with his father now heading out to replace the fuses.
In the light, he could tell that his creation was moving against her straps, and she was the one moaning. With a smile, he released the girl, and she fell into his arms... and he forgot to take in account their relative sizes and masses, as her weight pushed him to the floor, with her bust in his face.
He didn't care though.
He had his first friend, so he enclosed his arms along her waist.
"Ug?" she grunted.
"You're alive!" Harry shouted, then paused, "Now what to name my new friend? I know! Eve!"
"Fr-ei-nd?" the cybernetic life form grunted out.
He nodded, and then blushed as realized where he was then he let her go, saying, " I have clothes here for you."
he gestured to the outfit, included plain underwear.
"Clo-thes?" she stuttered out, still talking slowly and awkwardly.
Harry paused, and his blush deepened, and he said, "Let me help."
He had realized that he needed to teach her. Teach her literally everything.
Still a tomato, he helped her get her bandages off, and his father had the worse timing to fix the lights just as she was fully naked.
He was quick to help her get dressed while explaining what he was doing. It seemed that she was a quick learner, or perhaps his words helped her acquire information from her brain.
Either way, he hoped he could have conversations with his friend soon.
Meanwhile, he started working on his second friend.
Not because he was unhappy with his first, but after seven years of no friends beyond his father, he was being slightly greedy.
And so he started ordering parts.
He also made sure to spend time with his current friend in and out of the lab.
And so, two more years had passed.
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Harry was scowling. He had walked past an old pub called The Leaky Cauldron, and she had started shorting out. Thankfully he backed her up every morning so only the day was lost from her memory.
"Harry, what happened to her?" Eve asked. Her command of the language had greatly improved over the last two years, to the point that nobody could tell she had been reduced to grunting and sounding out words only two years previous.
"We walked past a place, and she randomly shorted out. I'm going to have to increase her shielding against interference. And find out what in the hell that interference was!" she shouted the last part angrily. "I'm also angry at my self because I was more concerned with getting her operational, than giving her proper shielding."
Eve smiled at her friend. When he first made the android, she was afraid of being replaced, but he had eventually made it clear she wasn't, she was simply having another friend added.
And so she helped strip the black dress and stocking off the android while brushing her short red hair, promising her that she would get better. (EN2)
Harry was being professional about the repairs, also his embarrassment threshold for the female form had been raised from the first two months of Eve's existence.
She had had the nasty habit of forgetting her clothes and needed him to help her dress.
Shrugging off the tangential thought, he started taking apart his second friend so that he could replace the damaged parts and upgrade her so it wouldn't happen again and add in an upgrade that the android had already agreed to, one that his father for some reason dubbed The Third Upgrade.
Harry wasn't quite sure what the upgrade did, but his father assured him it was not harmful and would be beneficial in some ways.
It should be noted that when working on certain... parts, he's basically on autopilot so that he wouldn't be thinking about where his hands are.
A week later, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief, the damage wasn't as bad as he thought, it was mostly a weak connector. His friend's memory wasn't damaged either as the safety protocols had shut her down the instant there was a threat to her core systems.
He used the activation passphrase, "Cast in the name of God, Ye not guilty."
Her eyes opened, and she said, "Good morning Harry." in her normal monotone voice.
"Afternoon actually, you've been out for a week, how do you feel Dorothy?" Harry asked concerned.
"All systems functional, although my internal clock seems to need to be reset," came her answer. "I see you have added your father's upgrade... and my shielding?"
"Well yes, I figured since I had to check for where the damage was, so I figured I'd add the upgrade you said you agreed to, and update your shielding to prevent a repeat."
"Understood," Dorothy replied.
Then Eve burst in, "Dorothy, I'm glad you're up!" She said while giving her friend a hug.
"Good to see you, Eve, now shall we leave the lab?" the Gynoid asked.
And so the friends did.
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One week before Harry's eleventh birthday, he received a letter. Upon reading he, he declared it ridiculous and chucked it into the incinerator.
The next seven days, had Harry increasingly angry. He had heard of practical jokes and spam mail, but several hundred of the same damn letter? That's overkill.
Then a big man broke into the house, at midnight, because he felt that his muggle family was preventing him from accepting the letter.
To be completely fair, Dumbledore had asked him to contact Harry on his birthday to see why he hadn't responded to any of the Hogwarts letters.
To be even more completely fair, Dumbledore had meant to knock at a reasonable hour, not break in at midnight.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Harry said pissed, while Dorothy was beside him, Eve had been so tired from the day before she was sleeping like the dead.
"Well..." the big man started, noting with a wince the rather nice foyer had been trashed by his entrance and the fact that the boy was obviously in good health.
"Shut up. That was a rhetorical question, it's obvious you're breaking in, now get lost before we call the police!" Harry demanded.
"But..." the big man started.
"Allow me, Harry," Dorothy monotoned, she then walked up to the man... and picked him up, and threw his out the door.
The last thing the man heard before Harry activated the emergency shutters over the building was, "Thanks, Dorothy."
Hagrid brushed himself off as he stood up, and decided to get some reinforcements.
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End Chapter.
EN: Frankenstein's monster from FGO and Aproctia.
EN2: Dorothy Wainwright from Big O. her activation phrase was from the giant robots activation scenes.
