Boa Hancock sat impatiently in her office, tapping her hands against the desk. "UGH! Where IS he?!" She exclaimed in irritation. "I called that fat bastard five minutes ago, so why isn't he here yet?!" The man she was referring to was Vernon Dursley. He was being called into her office because his co-workers had been complaining that he was a poor worker, a pervert and an all-around unpleasant individual. Honestly, she didn't know WHY she had allowed him to work under her...

Honestly, she didn't know WHY she allowed him to work under her. Men like him disgusted her. In fact, she had a difficult time trusting men in general, save for a few somewhat tolerable individuals that were at least honest about themselves. Individuals like Vernon Dursely however... she didn't know where to start with him. Hancock knew he was going to be trouble since Day 1, but this exceeded her expectations a bit.

And speak of the devil; said walrus happened to walk right through the door to her office.

'About time, you tub of lard.' Hancock thought scornfully, doing her best to keep her outward expression as stoic as possible.

Vernon walked (waddled, practically) to the chair in front of his boss's desk before he directed a poorly practiced smile her way.

"I apologize for the wait, Lady Hancock, I got...held up a little in my work." He greeted in a tone that made said business woman sick to her stomach just by hearing it. It took a majority of her willpower to keep it from looking that way, AND keeping the twitch in her eye small enough to keep him from noticing.

"Take a seat, Mr. Dursley." She calmly requested. Vernon did just that, the metal of the chair creaking loudly in protest to his sheer weight. Hancock made a mental note to get sturdier chairs when all was said and done.

"I understand there's something you wished to see me about?" Hancock let out a silent breath upon hearing Vernon's question and closed her eyes, wanting to spare said part of her body from the sight in front of her as long as she could.

"Actually yes, there is..."

"Well, what can I do for you, ma'am?" Vernon asked politely, fidgeting in his seat. Hancock smirked.

"Oh nothing, really. I just wanted to fire you, that's all." Vernon nodded.

"Oh, well if that's all you wanted to do, I guess I'll just get back to work-wait, WHAT?!"

"Did I stutter?!" Hancock roared, pointing at the man and looking up at the ceiling, a clear sign she was currently looking down on him.

"N-no, but...why are you looking up at the ceiling?" Vernon asked, having always been confused as to why she did something like this. He asked about it once, but never got clear answer.

Hancock simply looked back to Vernon and slammed both hands flat against her desk. "Then my answer should have been perfectly clear." She began, promptly ignoring her ex-employee's question. "After receiving various complaints from most of the workers here, I no longer see it fit for you to work here any longer!"

Vernon did his best not to blow his top, but that didn't stop his face from reddening a bit. After all, this was one woman he did not wish to anger any further. He didn't know why, but there was something about her that just exuded this aura of power that kept him from acting like his usual pompous self in her presence.

"I-if this is about the joke I made a while ago, then I'm sorry. It wasn't my fault she took it the wrong way!" He exclaimed trying his best, and failing miserably, to appease the situation.

Hancock facepalmed. "Dursley, what should you be doing right now?"

"Huh...?"

"LEAVING MY OFFICE, THAT IS WHAT YOU SHOULD BE DOING RIGHT NOW!" Hancock boomed. "TAKE YOUR UGLY SUIT AND YOUR ENORMOUS RUMP OUT OF MY OFFICE, CLEAR YOUR DESK, AND LEAVE BEFORE I KICK YOU OUT! AND I DO MEAN THAT LITERALLY!"

Vernon's face turned a light shade of purple at this, but still managed not to lose his temper in front of the powerful women before him. He had once seen one or two male workers either kicked out of the building by Hancock herself, or practically thrown out by the monsterous pair of women she had for sisters when they lost their jobs for, apparently, a similar reason to him. They tried to peacefully escort said workers out of the building, but were promptly dragged when they resisted, saying they did nothing wrong. Vernon saw from third person experience just how powerful her kicks were, and was smart enough to know that resistance would be futile.

With that in mind he promptly got up from his seat, albeit with some trouble, and left Hancock's office, with his ex-boss watching his retreating form as she did so. Once the door shut, she sat down in her seat with a long sigh and turned to the window, rubbing her temple as she looked out at the sight of London before her.

Vernon was not happy: he had promptly lost a high paying job shortly after getting it. His wife was not going to be happy about this. Their son's birthday was just around the corner and he didn't even bother asking about a final paycheck. He could always blame the burden that was put on his family. Oh yes, that was the perfect solution, knowing how much Petunia despised the brat anyway.

"That freak will pay for this. There's going to be a long thrashing session when I get home." He muttered to himself, not knowing he had been over heard by a relatively tall women with wavy green hair, a modest green and white dress, and an acute sense of hearing to boot.

Having heard what the walking vad of lard had said, Sandersonia narrowed her eyes dangerously at the retreating form of Vernon Dursely. She had an idea about was going on, but decided to talk to her sister about it just be sure, since this would give her an excuse to tell her about what she heard anyway, and left for Hancock's office.

Hancock was bored out of her skull as she returned to the paperwork she unfortunately had to do. How she despised this aspect of her job...Paperwork was so dreadfully dull, she wished she could just throw it all in the fireplace and watch all of it burn to ashes...

She had been brought out of her musings when she heard a knock on her office door. Hancock looked up from her work wondering who would be here to see her.

"Come in." She called out. Immediately upon her request, the door opened to reveal her younger sister, Sandersonia, entered the room, seeming just a bit more serious than usual. Hancock rose a brow in curiosity upon seeing her sister's current disposition, but said sister spoke up before she had the chance to ask.

"I take it the walking flab has been dealt with?" Sandersonia's subdued tone brought Hancock's curiosity up more upon hearing.

"Yes... is that the reason you wanted to see me, Sonia?" Hancock asked, her curiosity making its way to her voice.

"That and something else." Sonia replied as she stood next to the char in front of her sister's desk. "Somethng I overheard actually has me worried."

"And that is?" Sonia would have asked her sister why she wasn't saying more, but decided against asking something so needless.

"He said something about 'thrashing the freak' when he gets home. I'm not sure why, but I have this sneaking suspicion something bad's about to happen once he leaves, and I'LL don't mean to us."

Hancock mulled over what was said. On one hand she could care less about what men like Vernon, or any man at all, did in their spare time. However, after hearing what her sister had to say, she had a sinking feeling that Dursely wasn't the most forgiving of people, and wouldn't put it past him if he took it out on someone else.

"Do we have his address in his files?" She asked, her mind made up on what she would do next.

Sandersonia raised a curious brow upon her older sister's question. "Yes, but why do you wish to know that?"

Hancock stood from her seat and made for the door. "I intend to pay a little visit to Vernon Dursely."

And so, once closing time came around, Hancock stormed down the halls of the building, and out the front doors with purpose. Vernon Dursley would not harm an innocent bystander because of his own ineptitude. Not while she still drew breath. Her eyes narrowed as she made her way to her limo.

"Take me to Number Four Privet Drive, and be quick about it." She said to her chaffeur sternly.

"Y-yes ma'am." She stuttered. Hancock didn't trust any man, no matter how much she tolerated them, to drive her anywhere. Once she steped in to the exquisite vehicle, she was on her way to her destination. Along the way, she started to think about why she was doing this. In all honesty, she was surprised that she was doing something like this in the first place. Was it because she was genuinely curious, or was it because of what some called a "gut feeling"? She had no idea, but whatever it was, she hoped it was worth the trouble.

As Private Drive came into view Hacock told the chaffeur to park at the end of the street. While hesitant at first, the driver complied and did what she was told. The owner of Amazon Lily stepped out of the limousine and looked around at the seemingly dull neighborhood. Just like any part of England, it seemed, suburbs like this practically lacked color.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you, madam?" The chaffeur asked timidly. Hancock simply turned to the young woman in the limo with a rather plain expression.

"It's fine. If anything happens, I'm more than capable taking care of myself." The driver simply nodded submissively, not wanting to argue with her boss. With that done, Hancock began walking down the street towards her destination.

There were few people out and about. She did catch a few men eyeing her, but she quite promptly scared them off with a quick glare. She supposed it was a relatively decent neighbourhood. Sure, the area gave off the feeling that it was run by perfect, pompous, prissy people, but that was better than having men making lewd comments about her every time she took a step.

She was pulled out of her thoughts as she neared Number 4 of Private Drive. The house itself didn't look all that special. In fact it showed just how poor of taste the man who supposedly lived here. Without thinking too much on the subject, she walked up the the front door of the house. Just as she was about to knock on the door, however, the sound of a scream pierced rhe air from within the building. Without thinking, she kicked the door down.

"DUUUUUUUURSLEEEEEEEY!" She roared angrily. She heard Vernon Dursley's familiar frightened yelp, the same one he had used whenever she had yelled at him when he was still under her employment. "IN HERE NOW!" She roared, stomping her foot on the ground for emphasis. "AND BRING THE ONE WHO WAS SCREAMING IN WITH YOU! THAT IS A DIRECT ORDER! I CAN RUIN YOU IF YOU DON'T COMPLY! I HAVE THE POWER AND BEAUTY TO DO SO!"

Vernon gulped nervously. He had just gotten home after having lost his job. Deciding that punishing the freak would be the best way to relieve his stress as well as when he heard the freak didn't do his chores properly, he had subsequently taken his favorite tool, a wood plank with a dozen rusty nails hammered into it, and had began the freak's daily beating, three fold. He was about to yell at the young toddler in front of him for screaming just as he heard his front door exploding and his former boss's angry voice ringing throughout the house. He could have argued that he was doing nothing wrong and that she was hearing things, but he knew that when Boa Hancock said she could ruin him, she meant it. Last guy who tried something against her learned that the hard way.

At the same time, the toddler before him, one Harry James Potter, had been taking his beatings like the freak his Aunt and Uncle convinced him he was when Hancock intruded. Hearing the voice for the first time didn't do his current position any favors, and had started whimpering. Aruptly, however, he felt his Uncle begin to drag him by his oversized shirt towards the entrence of the house.

Vernon nervously trudged towards the entrance of his home and peaked around the corner to see a very furious Hancock standing a few feet away from the broken door. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he allowed more of his visage to be seen by his former employer and tried his best to smile.

"W-why, Miss H-Hancock, h-how nice to s-see you here. I-I was just a-about to-" He didn't have a chance to finish. The minute he started stuttering, Hancock had stomped to where he was and slugged him right in the jaw. He knew she had a mean kick, but never expecter to have a wicked left hook too. The punch sent Vernon staggering, making him release Harry from his grasp as he did so, and he fell to the ground like a heavy bag of cement. Shaking her hand to get the feeling back, she gave one of her fiercest glares to the walrus in front of her.

"I believe I gave you an order. Now where is-" The sound of whimpering cut her off as she looked down to her side, only to see what was, probably, one of the most horrifying things she had ever seen.

The child...He was in such horrendous condition. He was half-dead! His limbs were twisted, he was practically oozing blood, he was covered in bruises, wounds and infections...And he looked to be three years old!

"Oh...Oh my- You...You're an ANIMAL! COMPLETE AND UTTER GARBAGE! A PIG IN HUMAN CLOTHING! DISGUSTING! EVIL! MONSTER!" Every time Hancock screamed an insult at Vernon, she brought her heels down as hard as she could onto his groin, making sure he didn't produce any more hellspawn with that wife of his.

Once she was done, with Vernon holding what was left of his manhood And unlikely to get up anytime soon, she walked over to the little boy and knelt down to try and examine the full extent of his injures. Upon lifting the shirt a little, the sight that waited her almost made her throw up. She could see various wounds that she somehow knew had never been treated. If just the small portion of injuries she saw was THIS bad, then she didn't want to imagine the damage done to the rest of him.

'Just what did that fat bastard do to this boy?' She questioned internally, her eyes on the brink of tears. Without another word, she carefully picked up the small child into her arms and cradled him like an infant, doing her best not to aggravate his injuries.

She gave Vernon one last heated glance, kicked him in the family jewels hard enough to send him flying through the wall, spat on his unconscious form, then looked down to the child, who by this point was on the brink of a full-blown emotional meltdown. He was clearly terrified...And it was a truly heartrending sight.

He weakly struggled to escape the woman's grasp, saddening Hancock even more than she was when she first laid eyes on him. She needed to calm him down somehow, to let him know she wasn't going to hurt him. An idea came to her in that brief moment. Gently, she moved the child's head over her heart and let him listen. He still struggled, at first, but very quickly he began to calm down.

The sound Harry listed to was...actually very pleasent, so much so that he almost fell asleep, but remembered that a stranger was holding him. Letting his curiocity get the best of him, he looked up to see the face a of a very beautiful young women looking down at him with concern. She had long, sleek black hair, dark blue eyes, and an gold earing in the shape of a snake dangling from each ear. He didn't notice how beautiful she was before since he was so scared of what was happening, but now he could get a good look since he had calmed down.

Hancock, upon seeing the child look up to him with, now that she noticed, wide, beautiful green eyes that reminded her a bit of Sandersonia, directed a small smile towards him.

"Hello there, little one." She started gently. "How are you feeling?"

Harry was astronamically confused. The woman that was currently holding him in a comfortable embrace had previously kicked his uncle through the wall and didn't even bat an eye. Yet here she was, her previously angry expression replaced with a small, yet soft smile wanting to know how he was. As such gazed upon the smiling woman before in wonder.

"Um... I'm fine... Miss..." He managed to say. It seemed to Hancock that he didn't know how to speak that well.

Her smile seemed to widen at that. "I'm glad. May I know your name?"

Harry was about to comply with the nice lady's request, but the sound of a loud click made his words die in his throat. Both him and Hancock turned to see an ugly horse for a women standing before the stairs aiming a pistol at Hancock. The sight made Harry cower in fear as he tried to make himself as small as possible, his whimpering returning full force. Hancock on the other hand, simply scowled at the image of a woman's worse nightmare before her. Petunia Dursely, despite holding the gun, was trembling uncontrollably, pale as a ghost at the woman before her that had viciously attacked her husband.

"G-get out of my house! Now! I swear I'll shoot!" Petunia shouted, trying her best to seem intimidating. Hancock simply scoffed internally and slowly walked over to the Dursely matriarch without worry, knowing the horse was to scared to do anything.

Petunia, for her part, simply held the gun in place as her husband's former boss approached. She would have pulled the trigger, but Hancock's gaze seemed to pierce even the darkest recess of her soul, draining every bit of her willpower, piece by painfull piece. Once Hacock was simply an arm's length away from Petunia, she used her right hand, the hand not holding Harry, and grabbed the top of the gun. Petunia's shaking seemed to get even more violent at Hancock's determined action.

"Let go." Harry's savior said simply. Petunia, despite what was left of her willpower, complied, her hands slowly releasing the pistol she formely held firm in her grasp. As Petunia's arms fell to her sides, Hacock tossed the gun away onto the dining room carpet as she kept her glare on the horse.

"Now stay where you are, unless you want to join your husband." Petunia simply fell to the ground at Hancock's simple, yet ample threat. Without another word, Hancock pulled out her cell and called for the chaffeur, telling her to bring the limo in front of the house and to call for the police and an ambulence when she did. With that said and done, Hancock sat on the nearest chair and checked on the boy in her arms.

"It's alright child, the horse won't hurt you be able to hurt you." She coaxed gently. Harry didn't realize he had been holding his breath until he had gasped for air. After catching his breath, he looked to see Hancock's gentle smile once more. "There we go." She said softly. "Now, may I know your name?"

Harry hesitated looking down uneasily. Sure the woman was nice...but what if it turned out to be a trap of some kind? She couldn't take it if it was.

Deciding not to make the woman holding him angry again, he looked up at her, a nervous expression crossing his features as he did. "Um... H-Harry..." He stuttered. His declaration, however, seemed to shock the woman holding him. Hancock's eyes went wide, and her smile gave way to a rather surprised expression. It couldn't be... There was no way... Could it...?

"U-um... Miss?" He stuttered again, fearing he had done something wrong. Hancock quickly recovered from her shock and looked down at Harry, needing to confirm something.

"I'm sorry dear," she started, "but I don't believe I heard you correctly. You said your name was...Harry?" She asked. The young boy nodded, and Hancock decided to be sure. There was a lock of dark hair that had, incedentally, covered a specific spot on his forehead. Gently, she moved the bit of hair away and, sure enough, their it was, the lightning bolt scar.

Hancock may not have been born a witch, but apparantly, eating a Devil Fruit after being kidnapped at a young age and gaining an incredible power, was the next best thing. Aside from learning how to utilise that power, she and her sisters had learned about the history of the wizarding world, why it needed to be kept a secret, and the dark era it faced at the time, as well as the one who ended it.

The sound of sirens outside forced her out of her thoughts as officers and paramedics alike entered the room. The lead officer looked around the room, at the Durselys, concious and out cold, to Hancock, before his eyes settled on the child in her arms. The sight that awaited him, and his companions, made him pale.

"Dear lord, what happened to him?" He asked the CEO in front of him, his voice gone hoarse.

Hancock's glare returned full force as she directed it at the hideous couple at her left. "They happened. The walrus was beating the child with the board over there." She stated, motioning to the the would plank full of bloody nails that Vernon dropped after she decked him.

The officer looked to the board, then to the unconcious Vernon, before looking back to Hancock. "We'll need a statement." He told her evenly. Hancock simply nodded.

"I have nothing to hide." She returned sternly, the officer nodded his thanks before he motioned to the other officers to apprehend the Durselys. Petunia, who was actually awake, managed to snap out of her almost petrified stupor enough to struggle against the officers who guided her outside, while the rest struggled to get the beyond overweight Vernon out the door. The paramedics, meanwhile, had guided Hancock to the ambulance where they looked over the child's injuries. After telling her they needed to take him to the hospital upon seeing his condition, Hancock looked to the child sitting on the stretcher.

Harry was looking down at the floor, completely numb to the pain. Pain was just natural to him at this point...It was what he deserved. It didn't even phase him anymore, at least after five minutes after the beating is over... That didn't mean he enjoyed it, he just...built a tolerance to it.

Hancock stepped over to Harry, placed her hand under his chin, and gently guided his face up so he could look at her.

"It's alright child, these people are going to take you to the hospital, where they will make all of your pain go away." She said gently, her eyes soft with concern.

They way she spoke to Harry surprised him, as well as confused him greatly. Why wasn't she hurting him? He was a freak. He didn't deserve any concern at all. Everyone hated him. Uncle Vernon said so! So why was she being so nice? Every time he looked at her he saw no trace of malice or deceit among her features. Maybe she truly was a nice person. Besides, he started to take a liking to her.

"Will you be there?" He asked softly. She smiled softly again.

"Of course I will. I'll be there before you know it." She told him, her answer making him uncharacteristicly excited on the inside.

After she had given her statement to the police, the ambulance began to drive off, and Hancock walked to her limousine with a new purpose in her step.

Hancock's chauffeur pulled to a stop in the hospital's parking lot, and the young woman all but kicked the door down in her rush to get into the building. She ran for the hospital doors as fast as her legs would carry her, though since she was wearing high heels at the time, that proved rather difficult. She had even tripped over her own feet when she had reached the building and very narrowly avoided getting her head stuck in a bucket.

Quickly regaining her bearings, she made her way to the counter where she asked about Harry. After being guided to the room Harry was currently being treated in, she paitently waited for the doctor. She didn't have to wait long however, as the doctor stepped out and closed the door behind her, her expression grim.

"Is the child alright?" Hancock asked upon noticing the look in the young woman's eyes.

The doctor took a deep, shaky breath. Not a good sign...

"...The child should be dead...The damages his body has sustained is...unfathomable. The fact that he's still alive is nothing short of a miracle...An absolute miracle, pure and simple..."

Hancock stiffened a bit, almost afraid to ask. "Care to elaborate?" She requested, her voice a little shakey.

"His bones are barely able to be repaired. They were twisted at such angles, I'm amazed they're healing. He suffered massive internal bleeding, and he has wounds that haven't been treated in at least three years, leading to severe infections that we're currently working on getting rid of. He'll survive, and recover fully...but his emotional well-being is what worries me..."

She was met with silence, and that was almost never a good sign. With caution, the doctor turned to Hancock's reaction. What she saw made her nervous; Hancock's eyes were shadowed, her fists clenched tightly, her shoulders shaking, a clear sign as any that she was furious.

"That... no good... unforgivable... the next time I see him..." She trailed off, her near silent tone betraying just how truly enraged she currently felt.

The doctor was starting to get frantic, knowing just how bad of a temper the woman in front of her was rumored to have. If she didn't do something something soon, then this place was about to become a metaphorical ground-zero. Luckily, fate seemed to be on her side as a hand reached out from behind Hancock and cupped her shoulder.

"Breathe." A new voice said. Hancock seemed to register what was said and began to do just that. Taking slow, deep breathes, two new women now stood behind Hancock. One of which was Sandersonia, the other being a woman the same height as her sister, wavy oranger hair of the same length as Sandersonia's own, dark red lipstick, and brown eyes filled with concern for her eldest sister, her left hand resting on said sister's shoulder. When Hancock told them over the phone where she was going and why, they almost couldn't believe what they heard. Still, they chose jot to argue with her and headed straight to the hospital to meet up with their sister.

Once Hancock calmed down, the doctor chose this time to speak up.

"I'll get started on the rest of the treatments right away. Shouldn't take too long." She said before she entered the room.

None of the Boa sisters said anything. Hancock simply walked over to the wall and rested her elbow on the white colored surface, her forehead restng on her palm, and the other hand on her hip. Her eyes were still shadowed in rage at not only the damage Vernon Dursely had done to the little boy she saved, but at herself.

'To think, I allowed that monster to work in my company.' She thought to herself. Her sister, however, chose the opportune moment to spoke up.

"You musn't blame yourself." The orange haired sister, Marigold, said soothingly. "At least the walrus is going to be put away for a long time."

"For all our sakes, ir better be forever." Hancock said simply, her sisters nodding in agreement.

The doctor soon stepped out again, only this time she seemed, surprised... shocked would acually be the better term to use in this instance.

"It's so peculiar..." The woman said, confused. "The boy...He's healing at an alarmingly fast rate. It's unnatural! His injuries are fading away like...like magic!" Hancock raised her brow at the word magic.

'Oh...I suppose that would make sense...He IS supposed to have powerful magic energy within him, judging by the stories...' Hancock mused to herself.

Nevertheless, it was good to hear that he was healing up. With that in mind she fully turned her full attention towards the doctor that treated Harry. "May I see him?"

The doctor seemed to consider this for a moment, but nodded all the same. "You may, however he is sleeping at the moment."

Hancock nodded her thanks as the doctor left. Turning to the door she opened it enough to poke her head in the doorway. Inside the room, Harry was, indeed, asleep on the hospital bed, his chest rising and falling in slow rythems. Hancock and her sisters subsequently entered the room, Hancock herself taking a seat on the chair next to the boy's resting form while Sandersonia and Marigold stood at the bedside. Sandersonia, being the closest one that was standing moved her hand to the boy's face, pushing aside the dark locks of hair to reveal the scar Harry Potter was known for in all its glory.

"So it really is him..." She trailed off, not that surprised since Hacock had told them beforehand.

"Yes." Hancock nodded. "I must admit, I'm rather surprised. ...I wasn't expecting the saviour of the wizarding world to be this tiny, and fragile, and helpless, and...dare I say it...cute." She blushed slightly as she said this last part. He WAS an adorable little boy, with his tiny size, beautiful green eyes, soft little voice, cute little face...

Sandersonia and Marigold raised an eyebrow and exchanged a glance at this, but decided against saying anything, choosing their lives over their curiosity. They both looked back to see their eldest sister gently stroking the child's cheek with the back of her fingers. Soon shifting her hand so she could caress Harry's cheek with her palm, the child unconciously leaning in to her touch, ehe blushed again when she saw him smile in content and heard a soft moan escaped him. She unknowingly smiled a little at his reaction, but her expression soon became serious as she got up from her seat gazed out the hospital room's window.

"Big Sister?' Marigold uttered curiously, herself and Sandersonia wondering what on their sister's mind.

After a long moment of silence, Hacock finally spoke up. "I refuse to allow this child to be in the care of anyone else, let alone anyone remotely similar to the Durselys." Her sisters were surprised to to hear the determination making its way to her voice. "Once he's fully healed, he will need some to take care of him, and raise him right."

"Big Sister? What are you saying?" Sandersonia asked, wondering just where her sister was going with this.

Hancock sighed, not believing what she was about to do next. "I'm saying, once he's been released from this Hospital..." She turned to her sisters, who couldn't be more shocked by the words that left her mouth.

"...I intend to adopt him, as my son."