So this is my new story, I have been writing it for a while and I really like it the characters are all OOC. They mostly act like muggles. I am not saying who is being bashed or not as I will let it roll out within the story. If you like the prologue tell me and review. I hope you like it. And if you have read Albus Potter and the meeting of my younger parents, don't worry I just have a minor writers block I am not abandoning it in any type of way. and if you have read Hogwarts school of Greek Gods and Wizardry yes I have abandoned that story but there is still hope.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except from a few called characters. Neither do I own the characters used as puns. Also this has a lot of puns. Happy Summer.

Prologue

We all know the story of Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, The Golden Boy, Wonder Boy etc. But what would you say if I twisted the story a bit? Well the story begins like this…

8 year old Harry Potter was taken to school by a loath-rage filled Vernon Dursley who was a very fat man, he could barely sit correctly in his car sit, he had a mustache and very walrus like features to his right sat Petunia Dursley who had a very long and thin neck which reminded Harry of a giraffe neck, but it also didn't coincide because she had horse like features. Harry was at the back with his cousin Dudley. Who was maybe almost as fat as his father nearly took his seat and almost half of the middle seat, he also, kind of, maybe, really did look like a pig in a wig.

Harry himself was very, very different. Harry had black messy hair, emerald green eyes which if he wore certain color clothing, could change to an almost blue color he had round glasses which were rimmed by a type of metal, and he was also very thin. The first time a concerned nurse saw him at pre-school she thought he had anorexia or was very under fed. When she went to the principle with her concern for said child, she was called a liar and stupid woman and fired, Harry also was very pale like an almost like he was dead kind of pale, and was very small he could pass as a four year old instead of an eight year old. He was also called a freak, why he did not know, all he knew was he could do some weird things.

Harry currently sported a black eye, an arm cast, and multiple bruises and cuts. They arrived at the school and they got off the car, Harry with a warning of not telling anyone what happened. Harry arrived to his classroom thankfully Dudley was in another class. When Harry arrived in the class he saw a strange woman and the principle standing in the classroom. He said a quick good morning and went to set his stuff down.

"Mr. Potter" said the principle.

"Yes?" Answered Harry.

"What happened to you? And it still isn't time to come inside. Why don't you go and play?" Said the principle who was known as, Mr. Rogers.

Mr. Rogers was a tall man very muscular. Sandy blonde hair, an almost pale skin, and blue eyes. He also had this very knowledge full stare in his eyes like he had lived through the first and second world wars, and not age. He was often caught talking to some guy named Bucky and another guy named Tony. He was very young and also very old at the same time. He also didn't seem to understand a lot of technology now a days in 2015.

"Just a small accident Mr. Rogers. Nothing too bad. And it's just 10 minutes till 8. Also the fact I have no friends to play with because my cousin torments them or scares them away" Said Harry mumbling the last part, with hidden sadness and pain. Mr. Rogers nodded and made a mental note to talk to the Dursley's when they arrived if he knew bad people they were the Dursley's. They most probably have anything to do with the child's injuries. He had started to notice somethings over the last couple of years when Harry and Dudley started school in Kindergarten. Like the fact that Dudley bullied him a lot. He thought it was just some stage Dudley was going through and it was just children being children. Harry was a very smart kid very smart he was often offered to be put in another grade. He was actually offered in the last week of first day to go to fourth grade this year instead of second grade, the next day he came bruised and battered. Mr. Rogers was told by Harry's homeroom teacher that he was caught up in a street fight with some kids. He found it hard to believe that small first grader Harry would be involved in a street fight.

Then there was other stuff. When the Dursley's came to pick him up which was rare because they would always come for Dudley not Harry, they would call him boy or freak. And one day he came into the class when Mr. Rogers was saying the teacher was sick. Harry apologized and started saying not to punish him. Mr. Rogers looked at the boy and saw Harry had burns. Cooking burns. There is a difference in between by being burned by a kitchen accident or by a cooking accident. And Harry sported both he also had some bruises. And he looked like he ran/walked all the way from Number 4 Private Drive. He saw Dudley trying to hold back laughter. He also had a dark look.

After that day Mr. Rogers knew that the Dursley's did and do something to the boy. He just couldn't go to the police because he didn't have any cold hard facts or proof. But today the line was drawn.

He nodded for Harry to sit. Harry nodded back and looked at the strange woman and hoped she would be filling in for Mrs. Hudson. He nodded to her as well and sat down in the back next to the window. The woman had dark skin, and strawberry blond hair she had blue eyes big lips tinted red. He pick a book in the shelf and sat down to read it. Mr. Rogers and the stranger looked at him and started talking in hushed voices.

"Who is that?" the new teacher… err Ms. Langdon.

"That's one of your students Mr. Harry Potter." He said.

"Why you surely don't believe that was an accident do you? My father was a cop and he dealt with these types of things. I don't think that was an accident." She spoke up as if reading his mind.

"Yeah neither do I. There have been other cases like this with the child. At the end of last year we asked his guardians if we could move him up to fourth grade, the next day he came in all bruised and battered." Mr. Rogers said.

"Oh poor child. Who would do this to him?"

"His guardians. They seem to hate him and forget about him.'

"Oh my. Have you called the police on them?"

"Well I have thought about it, but I can't cause I don't have any proof."

"Well the child is clearly not safe what if we teamed up I'll get him to talk to me and then whatever he tells me you and I both go to the police station and tell them what he told me."

"Sounds good to me."

Ten minutes later, the bell rang and he put his book back in the shelf and sat down just as all the students filled in. Mr. Rogers shushed them and spoke to the students.

"Good Morning Class!" he said cheerfully.

"Good morning, Mr. Rogers" everyone said simultaneously.

"I have some very sad news for everyone" he said sadly.

"Mrs. Hudson, has passed away Friday afternoon of a heart attack" he said cutting to the chase.

Everyone gasped except Harry. Mrs. Hudson wasn't the nicest person when it came to be to the subject of Harry. Some had tears and some, mainly girls, were crying. Harry looked out the window and feigned sadness. He was secretly having an inner party of celebration. He knew he was too young to understand or even know what hate was or even feel it but thanks to 8 years with the Dursley's he knew every corner of hate. He hated Mrs. Hudson but not as much as the Dursley's I mean they were the reason why Harry was so beat up today.

After a minute of silence, Mr. Rogers spoke again. "Sadly the news is true. On the Brightside we found a new teacher. Please welcome Ms. Langdon." Everyone welcomed her and Mr. Rogers left with a warning of making her feel at home.

The day went by remotely fine. Ms. Langdon proved to be a very kind, very fun, and very smart. She reminded Harry of the teacher in the book he read in the morning Matilda. When everyone filed out to eat Harry stayed behind to finish reading Matilda. Ms. Langdon looked at him funny and spoke to him.

"Harry darling, don't you want to go outside and have your lunch there?" asked a concerned Ms. Langdon.

Harry looked at her as she sat down next to him. Harry looked at her deciding if he could tell her the truth. She didn't know the Dursley's and didn't know the lies about him, so he told her the truth, but partially.

"I don't have any friends to be outside with and neither do I have any food, the people who I live with didn't give me food or money" he said. To say Mrs. Langdon was shocked was an understatement she was angry at how the boy's guardians could not give him food or money. I mean she knew all she could about them from Mr. Rogers this morning. She stood up and gave him some money he was about to deny it when she told him to go buy food and return here so she could talk some more with him.

When Harry returned, Ms. Langdon had sat at her desk pulled a chair next to her and put his book in front of her. She pulled out her food and had waited for Harry to return so she could eat. When Harry walked in she gave him a smile. She talked seriously with him and asked him to tell her everything about his home life. She had hated child abuse and looking at the boy and the fact that the boy didn't have money or food she suspected something was off in the Dursley's.

Harry contemplated this. If he told her everything she might alert the authorities The Dursley's would be put in jail, Dudley would be sent far away or maybe to St. Brutus Institute for the Incurably Criminal Children. Well if it was a real place anyways. He decided to tell her everything from the beatings to the place he slept to the massive amount of chores, to the days on end without food or water, to the days on end about being locked up on the cupboard he called room. Everything. Which he did. After lunch Ms. Langdon was in a very bad mood. She told everyone to do silent reading since it was Reading/Grammar class. While she wrote in a journal all that Harry had said. Good thing about her was she could memorize everything. She wrote everything Mr. Rogers told her and everything Harry told her.

Later that evening around 8:00 PM the sounds of distant police sirens were heard. The Dursley's didn't mind it since it was probably the police chasing some crook. When it got closer and closer and closer that it was right outside their house they stopped they got very worried. Harry was locked in his cupboard around 7:30, he was smirking to the complete darkness. He was bleeding and in pain with deep, deep wounds. His plan worked. The Dursley's were to be put in jail, Dudley in St. Brutus and he would be put with a nicer family.

The door was kicked down. There was a lot of screaming and the sound of a shot gun going off and the cupboard was forcefully open by a police woman. She took him in her arms and walked out with him in her arms. He was put in an ambulance to be taken to the hospital his wounds closed, and checked at. He heard the faint call of "you must remain silent anything you say can and will be used against you" and so on. If anything Harry was happy.

News traveled fast about the Dursley's. It was all over the news. Harry was kept in the hospital for a couple of weeks due to the fact he had multiple concussions badly healed bones and a few infections on past cuts. When he was released he was taken to a family he was so happy. Happy in an evil way though. The Dursley's were where they deserved to be. When he arrived at his new home 7 months later, about the end of The Christmas Holidays, he was surprised to see Mr. Rogers and Ms. Langdon. The social services woman was addressing them as Mr. and Mrs. Rogers.

He was happy to see them, and glad they would be his new family. The next week school started and he was in fourth grade. Where he met his first and new friend who also turned out to be his new neighbor.

I hope you enjoyed the story if you have questions or ideas please tell me. If you caught the pun characters be sure to tell me. Hint hint: Marvel. Review