Unstoppable
Just Stop. I Wanna Get Off.

A/N: Don't Own Squat, 'Cept the Plot.

I deny your reality, and substitute my own.

#4 Privit Drive

Standing there with the telephone in his hand, he stared rather blankly at his relatives on the floor of the living room. Petunia had a welt on the side of her face from where she fell, Vernon's right arm was broken in several places, and Dudley was flat on his back with a similar welt to his mother's on his forehead as well as a broken hand. All of them were unconscious.

Currently, he was expecting a knock at the door at any minute.

The phone stopped buzzing and a voice came on the line. "999 Emergency, which service do you require? Fire, Police or Ambulance?"

"Ambulance," Harry replied. "Also, it would be fair to notify a detective inspector from Scotland Yard and a representative from the NSPCC."

"Are you in danger, son?" the elderly sounding lady gently asked.

"Oddly, no," Harry said while scratching the back of his head. "So far, my uncle, in his attempt to 'beat the freak' out of me again, tripped and broke his arm when I dodged. My cousin didn't like that and tried to take up the cause, as it were. His hand is broken from hitting the wall or something. I hit him on the head to knock him out. My aunt then went completely barmy with a cast iron frying pot. I dodged again, and she got her feet tangled up. Currently, all three of them are unconscious. I called my best friend before you, and I think her dad will be here momentarily."

"If he arrives before we do, please stay and answer some questions from the D.I.'s."

"All right."

"What is you name, son, and how old are you?"

"Harry Potter. I'll be twelve at the end of the month. Could you tell them to hurry? Fairly certain more violence will occur if they wake up. And to be perfectly honest, while I might despise their very existence, I do not want to have to kill in self defence. They are the only relatives I have left, sad to say."

Two Weeks Ago

The Philosopher's Stone was crimson dust as was Professor Quirrel. The wraith that claimed to be Voldemort had bounced off a reddish shield around him, and now he could hear footsteps when his vision and hearing blanked.

'Can you hear me, young one?'

Harry blinked in the white nothingness. 'Yes?'

'Thank you.'

Turning, he saw a strange woman. She had four arms, and a snake's body for legs. He was sure he saw something similar in one of the upper year creature books. Then there was the fact that her long hair was blue. 'For what? Who are you? Where are we?'

'For freeing my gem. I am Raggadorr, and I am speaking to you from my own realm. It is different from yours and exists in a different … dimension is the word I believe your scientists have used.'

'Different reality?'

'As such, yes. As I said, Thank you for freeing my gem. It was captured, stolen by a sorcerer some six hundred of your years ago.'

'Uh, the gem isn't freed. It's … well, dust.'

'Yes,' the woman sounded amused. 'The sorcerer who stole it placed it in a prison of sorts. The prison appeared to be a red stone.'

'Oh! Uh, well … You're welcome?'

'Oh, how darling! You amuse me, young one. That being said, I wish to aid you in payment of this debt.'

'O-okay? H-how?'

'You have a leech on your soul within your scar. It is similar to the wraith you banished, and is diminishing you. I can rid you of this taint. However, in doing so, there will be a repercussion.'

Harry didn't know what to think. A taint on his soul? A leech? It was like Voldemort? He wanted it gone! Now! Wait… Repercussion? 'W-what repercussion? Is it bad?'

'No, young one. I can compensate for the damage. However, in doing so, part of my power will bleed into you. It isn't bad, and has happened before with others in the past. It will make you impervious to physical and mystical harm, and make your magic stronger. Your mother evoked me in protecting you when you were but a babe, enabling you to survive the wizard's killing curse.'

Harry was silent for a while, thinking. 'Will it hurt?'

'Not if you let me do this. If you fight it, it will hurt.'

'Please get rid of it. I hate this scar. Everyone stares at it, and it hurts when Voldemort is around.'

'Done.'

Harry's eyes rolled back in his head as pure bliss went through him, when the being held him in her four arms and kissed his scar. He was too young to know what this feeling was, but it was heavenly. He vaguely heard a screeching wail in the distance as he convulsed in ecstasy. As he drifted into unconsciousness, he heard, 'Fear not. I shall shield you, my champion.'

He had awoken in the infirmary. A pile of sweets was on the table next to him. Rubbing his face, Harry realized he didn't have his glasses on, but could see clearly. That was wonderful, if strange.

The Headmaster had visited him and told him about the stone being destroyed. It was odd, but he seemed puzzled and confused when he looked at him. He had asked questions that Harry didn't know the answer to, and ones he lied about. Namely, about his conversation with Raggadorr.

While he was unconscious for a week, his body had grown a bit. He didn't recognize himself in the mirror, as he was taller and more muscular. Not only was his scar gone, but every scar was gone, which brought a huge smile to his face. His hair was still as unruly as it ever was, and his eyes were still a brilliant green. His face was a bit different though. It reminded him more of the photograph of his mother. Maybe it was the lack of glasses that caused that?

Everyone reacted oddly when he came out of the infirmary. He was a good head taller than both Ron and Hermione. Hermione actually blushed from the sight of him for some reason. Ron just looked mad. That didn't make sense to him, so he ignored it and paid more attention to his other best friend. He didn't notice the looks he was getting from the female population, he just wondered at how weird they were acting. Lavender was particularly strange and giggly. Oddly, Hermione was a bit defensive towards the girls, Lavender in particular.

Girls were strange.

While he had dreaded returning to the Dursleys, he was a bit more confident about it for some reason. Hermione had asked him if he was happy that they were going home. He had replied that it was never home. Not really. He didn't realize it, but that statement caused a bit of an explosion in the Headmaster's office and blew out all the windows at #4.

The points Gryffindor received at the feast was unusual, and he looked at the Headmaster in confusion. What did going after the stone have to do with academics? He personally didn't like being pointed out in front of everyone, and didn't think it was fair to have that happen right before they were to leave the castle.

His voicing that concern was overheard by the Hufflepuff table, which earned him a bit of respect from the Puffs, and started a new rumour: The Headmaster was trying to earn favour with Harry Potter.

The train ride was odd. Hermione sat close to him while Ron wouldn't look at him. He was stunned when he found out why Ron was acting so strange.

"Ron, what's the matter?" he asked him.

Ron just scowled at him. "What happened to your scar?" he barked angrily. "Why aren't you wearing your glasses? How the bloody hell are you so much taller?"

Blinking in confusion, Harry just grinned. "Dunno. Glad it's gone though. Hate everyone staring at it. And I can see now. Dunno why. Growth spurt?"

"But you're the Boy-Who-Lived!"

Harry and Hermione scowled at him. Harry for what he called him. Hermione for being a thick git again.

"I hate that name," Harry grumbled.

Ron looked confused. "Why? You're famous! Without that scar and the glasses, who are you?"

Hermione's mouth dropped open while Harry's face blanked. "He's Harry! Who else would he be?" Hermione half shrieked.

"Well I don't know!" Ron threw his arms up.

Harry's voice was rather quiet and frigid. "You can have the title if you want it. Rather have mum and dad than a stupid title."

"Whatever," Ron spat. Standing he grabbed his trunk. "I'm going to find my brothers."

Harry and Hermione watched him leave, one stunned, the other quietly furious. "What is with him?" Hermione complained. "I simply do not understand what goes through they boy's mind."

"Air, mostly," Harry deadpanned.

That got a snort and a giggle out of the girl. She turned to look at him and her mirth faded. "Are you okay, Harry?"

"He was my first friend," Harry whispered. "Never had one before him, then you. How do you tell someone that you don't want to be around them any more?"

"I don't know," Hermione was just as quiet. "You're my first friend too, Harry. I tolerated Ron because you did. I really don't like him. He's rather mean when you're not around, and sounds like Malfoy to be perfectly honest about it."

Nodding, Harry didn't look surprised. "I'm done hiding," he stated flatly.

"Hiding?" Hermione asked, her face twisted in a knot of confusion. "What do you mean?"

He looked at her. "Hiding my marks, writing poorly, waiting till at least three people complete the spell that's being taught before I finish mine. Hiding everything."

"Why would you do that?" Hermione looked like she was slapped with a fish, utterly confounded at such an idea.

Harry looked from her to the door, the window, and back to her. "Every time I did better than my cousin Dudley, I was beaten for it."

She sat there blinking in confusion, before outrage and horror went over her face. Grabbing his hand with both of hers, she pleaded with him. "Tell me you're lying," she whispered. "Please tell me you're lying. That's completely horrible, and I don't know what I would do if my parents were like that."

Harry had a sombre look on his face as they looked at each other in the eyes. "I wish I was. That's one of the many reasons I hate living there. It was never a home for me, Hermione. Prisoners of the Crown are treated better than I am, there."

Harry was then shocked when Hermione pulled his hand aside and climbed up to sit sideways in his lap. She then hugged him tightly while burying her face in his shoulder. "Hermione? What… what are you doing?"

She moved her head just enough to whisper out. "I'm hugging you, Harry. You're my friend, and friends hug when things are bad. How hush and hug me back."

Awkwardly, Harry complied. After a minute, he started to like it. Moving his head down to her shoulder, the feeling increased and he started to slightly shake. Huffs of air came out of him and Hermione started rubbing his back, rocking him. Finally, he realized he was crying.

"I don't wanna go back," he whispered in her ear. "Please don't make me go back."

She held him tighter. "I'll talk to my parents," she whispered back. "I'm sure they'll agree to have you over. Might be a couple of days, though. Give me your address and phone number before we leave."

"O-okay."

Dawn Granger had just finished cajoling her husband to take her daughter's school trunk upstairs, when the telephone rang. "Granger Residence," she chirped. "What? … Honey, calm down. Now tell me your name. … Harry? The sweet boy my little girl writes reams of letters about? … Yes, hold on. Hermione! Your Harry is on the phone!"

She was surprised at the speed that her daughter flew down the stairs. She hardly ran anywhere, but it was the look on her face that alarmed her. She wordlessly handed the phone over and flicked her fingers to listen in on both sides of the conversation.

"Harry? What's wrong?" her daughter demanded. She was so much like her father, it was crazy.

"They did it again."

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. They're not, though."

"What happened?"

"Uncle Vernon went after me as soon as the door closed. I don't know what happened, but he broke his fist on my face! It didn't even move me! I slapped his arm out of the way, and I think I broke it! Dudley didn't like that, and tried to go after me too, but I dodged. He hit the wall instead of me, then started wailing when something in his hand snapped. I didn't know what I was doing, but I conked him on the head with the butt of my fist, and now he's unconscious. Uncle Vernon is too. I think he hit his head on the hearth, or something. Then Aunt Petunia when completely mental and started swinging at me with that ruddy iron pot of hers. I ducked, and the swing spun her around. She tripped over her own feet and knocked herself out on the kitchen door frame. All of them are out cold! They're gonna kill me this time!"

"Harry, calm down," Hermione ordered. "This is what you're going to do. You are going to take several deep breaths. Get a glass of water. Drink half of it now, and do sit down."

"Okay. Doing it now."

"Good. Once you have your heart rate down, I want you to hang up and dial 999. Tell them what happened, but not that they actually hit you. You have to fib on that. Sounds like a bit of accidental magic, to be perfectly honest. Tell whomever answers the emergency line that we're coming, and then ask for a detective inspector and a representative of the NSPCC to come out."

"Ambulance," Dawn interrupted.

Nodding, Hermione gave her a look of gratitude. "Oh, yes. Tell them to send an ambulance as well. We'll be there as quick as we can."

Mr. Granger stuck his head into the room. "What's going on?"

Dawn turned to her husband. "Harry's family," she replied quietly. "You remember what Hermione wrote? Well, it's worse than we thought. Get the car ready, we're going after him. I'll fill you in on the way."

"Dammit," he swore quietly. "I'm on it." He turned and headed back out the door.

"No," Hermione shook her head. "Stay on the line with the people at 999. Take the phone to your room and keep talking to them. We'll be there soon. I promise."

Due to some magical trickery, the Grangers arrived five minutes before emergency services did. Mr. Granger didn't even bother knocking. Instead, he forced the door open and came in like a man possessed. Spotting the Dursleys all laid out on the floor, he saw the phone cord leading from the kitchen door to a small door under the stairs and growled at the implication.

Dawn was right after her husband, while holding her daughter back.

"No," Hermione said in a hushed horror. Breaking free of her mother, she darted around her father to the cupboard door, tapping it with her fingertips. "Harry?"

The door opened slightly, and her heart broke at the sight of her best friend peeking out the door. "Hermione?"

"I'm here." Instead of coaxing him out, she opened the door and crawled in next to him.

"This is beyond anything Tony ever did to me," Mr. Granger grumbled.

Hand on his arm, Dawn was adamant. "We're getting him out of this house. Wills can whip up some foster care forms. I'm calling her right now. Watch them." Glaring at the three on the floor, she left out the front door and pulled her mobile to call her friend.

Mr. Granger squatted next to the little door and kept an eye on the Dursleys while listening to what his daughter and her friend were saying. All he could hear though, was her murmuring and him sniffling. Human evil always pissed him off.

Outside, the neighbours were watching while two police cars pulled up in front of number four. One was unmarked. Dawn waved them over while coordinating the papers over the phone.

Getting temporary custody of Harry was child's play for the Grangers. After seeing the inside of the cupboard, Petunia was arrested immediately, while the constables followed Vernon and Dudley to the Hospital. Unseen by anyone, a lady with red hair was chanting a see-me-not field around the block. This was a good thing, as Mrs. Figg was just outside it.

Hermione didn't let go of Harry the entire trip home, and then even after they got into the house. Harry was pale and shaking, wondering if he was going to have his wand snapped or something. Mr. Granger intimidated him a bit at first, but the warm smile outweighed the eye patch the man wore.

He actually giggled at the 'don't run with scissors' remark Mr. Granger did.

The sight of the Granger house stunned Harry. It wasn't a house, it was a bloody Mansion! Something tickled his skin as they drove onto the grounds. Hermione's whispered explanation of 'wards' confused him to pieces.

"I thought your parents were dentists?" he asked her.

"Dentists?" Dawn parroted, surprised as she turned around to stare at her daughter.

Mr. Granger was a bit more witty. "I don't think I'd be a good dentist without depth perception, honey. Why'd you tell him that?"

Huffing, Hermione blurted out more than she wanted to. "Well! I couldn't exactly tell everyone that my parents were Demon Hunters, now could I?"

Harry's eyes bulged. "Demon Hunters?" he whispered.

"Uhmm," Hermione bit her lip. "Yes?"

"We got here rather quick too," Harry said, coming out of his haze. "Something green about it."

"That was me," Dawn said.

Blinking confusedly, he looked at her. "You're a witch?" He then turned to Hermione. "Your mum's a witch? I thought you were a muggleborn?"

"Uhm," Hermione hemmed again, paling slightly. "Well, everyone assumed and I didn't correct them," she told him with large apologetic eyes.

"Is your dad a wizard, too?" he asked.

Mr. Granger snorted. "Not hardly! Magic and I are unmixy things. Bad things happen when I try to cast."

"So sayeth Janus's Champion," Dawn deadpanned.

Harry blinked and gaped at Mr. Granger as the car came to a stop. "You're a champion too?"

Mr. Granger's head whipped around to stare at him with a wide eye. "Who's your patron?" he demanded.

"Uhm… Raggadorr," Harry said under his breath. "It just sort of happened right after Quirrel and the stone."

Hermione gaped at him. "The patron goddess of Lamia and Protection? Why didn't you tell me?"

Harry gave her a look. "And have you think I've gone round the twist? No, thank you."

"Great Googily Moogily," Mr. Granger whispered.

Dawn nodded as she got out of the car. "I agree. C'mon now, lets get everyone inside and fed. This witch is beat and hungry."

A/N: So, yeah. This nugget came to me after reading a description of a story that had Harry become the Juggernaut instead of Cain Marko. Used Raggadorr instead of Cytorrak, because Cytorrak is an evil deity, whereas Raggador is listed as neutral. Changed Raggadorr to female, because … well … Lamia.

And yes, Hermione's parents are Xander and Dawn Granger. Granger being this Xander's mother's maiden name. Willow was the one protecting the area, and the one to whip up foster care papers and electronic trail for Xander and Dawn.

Unsure if this will go anywhere. With Harry now being immune to physical and magical harm, in addition to being stronger both physically and magically, I guess this could be considered an Overpowered!Harry.

And no, this isn't a Marvel crossover, just borrowing Raggs for the powerup. It's a definite Buffy crossover, though.