AN: Hello all, here I am back again with another story. This one though isn't a new one, technically. Instead this is going to be a revised and improved version of an old HP/DC story of mine called, Limitless, I wrote it on my Seagate account. So no, I don't need my own permission to restart it on my new account! :D

Honestly though, I had thought I had given up on this story, and on the entire Harry Potter fandom in general. It just didn't hold the same interest to me that it once had.

Still that was then, since losing interest in the original version of this story, my minds been toying around with new ideas, and well, I couldn't resist playing around with this story once again. Seems I am not as through with the fandom as I thought I was. That, and I like the DC world and want to see what I can do with it.

That said I have tinkered around with some major things in the story, at least compared to the original. After all, the original I will admit, didn't have much of a plan behind it, I was kind of making it up as I went along and I think that showed. It was not as well thought out as it probably could have been, and I think it suffered because of that, that and a lack of inspiration and interest.

So with that in mind I hope you enjoy.

Though I will put a fair warning in now, the Harry in this story is not one that can be easily related with or sympathised with at times. I warn you now he won't be all that likeable at times, especially at the beginning, and won't be a generic Harry Potter hero type. He will be contradictory, inconsistent, erratic and at times an absolute wanker. You have been warned!

I say this now as I don't want to mislead people. Or for people to go into this story thinking that Harry is the generic golden boy that the fandom likes to portray him as.

That said he will be pretty strong by the time we reach the midway of the story, able to throw down with some of the big hitters certainly. The change in his abilities is one of the main changes between this version and the original. I won't give spoilers, but I think people will like it as it addresses one of the main issues people had with the original version on my Seagate account.

Also another note, the timelines have been swapped around a little, the HP timeline has been brought forward so in this story Voldemort's downfall, and Lily and James' deaths, were in October 31st 1996, Harry was born 31st July 1993, and his sister, Iris, was born on the 1st August 1995. All the other characters and events have likewise been brought forward. This is both for story/ narrative reasons. Narratively, it fits better with what I have planned for the DC crossover portion of things, especially since the dates, year wise, were never that important in the Harry Potter books as things were contained to the wizarding world, and the dress, Technology etc. of the time was never touched upon. In DC meanwhile, the year is more technologically and socially relevant, especially with what I have planned. That's the main reason, though there are others too. Hope that isn't a deal breaker, but it just is what it is I'm afraid.

Pairings I will keep to myself, though I will admit they will happen, as I am a sucker for romances. No harems though, as I dislike reading and writing them.

Think that should clear everything up, and get things out of the way. If you've not yet been put off then please do enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or DC.

My thanks to Treelicker for being the beta for this story.

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Chapter 1

(Surrey, England)

It was in 1999 that a young Harry James Potter came across something strange, something that would change his life forever.

He was only six years old at the time, having just turned six only a few short weeks before his discovery.

Despite his youth, however, he was still an intelligent and precocious child. He also had a strong sense of independence, even at the age of six. Which was a good thing considering his guardians; the Dursley's were not the most caring or considerate of people, especially when it came to their 'freakish, nuisance of a nephew', Harry.

Unfortunately, however, he was stuck with them, as three years prior his 'good for nothing, junkie parents' had died in a terrible car crash. He, Harry, had been the only survivor, and so now orphaned, had been sent to live with his aunt and uncle, his only remaining family.

Currently, it was a Friday that much Harry knew what the date was though he had no idea. But it was a Friday, and he was still on his school holidays.

Now normally on a pleasant day like today he would be doing his daily chores, either weeding the garden, washing up dishes, or vacuuming the house.

But luckily, he wasn't, his Aunt had some guests over and as was usual she didn't want Harry around embarrassing her, which was why she had shoved him outside and told him to stay outside for a few hours.

How the woman thought he would embarrass her any more than her own chubby brat, Dudley, he didn't know, but what he did know was that he was going to take advantage of this free time while he had it. This was why he was currently walking to the park. It was not a long walk, barely a hundred metres in fact, but it was far enough away from the Dursley household that he could pretend he didn't live there and was instead someone normal, someone happy, loved and well-cared for.

At the present moment, Harry was wandering around in the small amount of woodland on the periphery of the park, having a look around as he waited for the nearby play park to quiet down enough for him to get a turn on the swings or the climbing frame.

It was as he was wandering through the small copse of trees, however, kicking at the piles of fallen leaves as children often did, that he noticed something.

Something had flown out of the last pile of leaves he had just kicked, something small and green and, if he was not mistaken, a little bit shiny.

Hurrying over to the spot where the 'strange something' had fallen, Harry spent a few minutes nosing around, pushing aside more leaves and a few fallen sticks as he looked for whatever it was.

Now, some may wonder why he was putting so much effort into finding something so inconsequential.

The easy answer was that he was bored, and finding whatever it was, was a way to temporarily alleviate that boredom.

Fortunately, his searching was not in vain, and a few minutes after beginning his search he found what had previously attracted his attention. It was a little green rock. Or at least something that looked like a rock.

Whatever it was, it was small, no bigger than the size of his thumb, but it was interesting all the same.

Holding the little green rock in his hands, Harry was surprised to find that it was warm; the little rock was radiating small amounts of heat. It was almost as if it had been lying out in the sun all day, absorbing its heat, and not, as he knew it actually had been, buried under a pile of leaves in a small copse of woodland on a murky, overcast day.

Looking at it closely, his emerald eyes gleaming with interest, Harry decided he was going to keep this little piece of rock, after all, why wouldn't he? It was cool.

With that thought in mind, he slipped it into his coat pocket, a slight smile on his face as he felt the warmth still radiating from it.

Today, he decided, had been a good day, especially since the play park now looked to have become a lot quieter as people went off to have their lunches, which in turn meant that it was now empty enough for him to have the run of the place.

Yes, today had been a good day so far.

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Later that day, after having a rather disappointing dinner, Harry was lying in his bed. Which, essentially, was rather a small, lumpy mattress that had been shoved in the cupboard under the stairs.

Currently, he was lying on his back looking at the little stone he had found earlier, idly turning it over and over in his hands, his eyes narrowing slightly as he noticed how the green stone seemed to glow in the darkness.

Yes, this stone was very cool, and it was definitely something Harry would be keeping.

With that in mind, Harry turned on his side and shoved the stone under his pillow, his reasoning being that the warm stone would warm up his thin pillow, which would in turn warm him up as he slept.

Sleep soon followed after that, after all he was six, and it was almost nine o'clock at night. He was tired.

As Harry slept, however, he did not notice that the stone below his pillow had started to glow more brightly, how could he, he was asleep. But glow the stone did, for it was not an innocent little trinket that Harry had found, it was the fragmented remains of a meteor that had fallen to earth many years before, a meteor that had come from the destroyed planet of Krypton, more than twenty years prior.

What Harry also did not know, was that the small amounts of warmth he could feel coming from the stone, and the slight glow it had, was in fact caused by the radiation it was emitting. Radiation that could cause mutation in some humans and had done so before. Those affected by the radiation from this stone had mutated and developed powers. They had come to be known as Metahumans. Which was exactly what was happening to Harry as he lay asleep in his small cupboard, with the little glowing stone in very close proximity to him.

Luckily for Harry, though, he was not like a normal human.

No he, like his parents had been, was a part of the magical world, a secretive society of wizards, witches and other magical creatures that lived alongside the mundane; unseen and unnoticed.

Their society was a small one, measuring in the hundreds of thousands worldwide, all of whom lived under protective wards, hidden from the mundane world by magic, and Harry was one of them.

Harry had been born a wizard. He was the first-born son of his deceased parents Lily and James Potter, and the older brother of, Iris Potter, their second-born child. Just why he didn't live with his still living sister though was unknown. As for where she was, that, he would come to know, was an interesting question.

Either way, he had been sent to live with his aunt and uncle, Petunia and Vernon Dursley.

Not aware as he did, that he was a household name in the wizarding world. That he, like his sister, were both famous for not only surviving but also somehow vanquishing one of the darkest wizards of all time, Lord Voldemort. The very same Dark Wizard that murdered their parents only three years prior. Not that Harry knew that, or any of it, after all, he was still living with the belief that his parents were layabout junkies that had died in a car crash.

Just how a baby and a toddler were able to vanquish a Dark Lord was unknown, the only people who had been in the room at the time of the attack were the three-year-old, Harry Potter, the one-year-old Iris Potter, the sadly deceased Lily Potter, and of course the Dark Lord Voldemort. Only the two children had inexplicably survived that night.

So yes, what happened that Halloween night in Godric's Hollow was a complete mystery to all.

But, despite that, what was fact in the minds of the magical world, was that the young Harry Potter and the young Iris Potter had both survived the Dark Lord's attack, with Iris being completely uninjured, and Harry having little more than a lightning bolt scar on his forehead to show for the ordeal.

More than that, however, it was also known that Voldemort had somehow been vanquished that night too.

What was less well known, or what was completely unknown at the moment, was that a small fragment of the Dark Lord's soul had been bound to the cursed scar on Harry's forehead, an unintended side effect of the Dark Lord's in the attempt on his life.

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, it was because of the combination of Harry's magic, Voldemort's soul's fragment and the little piece of Kryptonite, that Harry's life and destiny was forever changed.

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It was as Harry lay asleep in his bed, dreaming the dreams that small children do, that Harry's magic started to react to the effects the kryptonite was having on him.

His magic, undeveloped and untrained as it was, was not fully able to protect him from the effects of the radiation. Which meant it instead tried to guide and manipulate the effects of the kryptonite, effects that were only made more potent by Harry's proximity to the stone and by his young age.

Already, as he lay there dead to the world, the changes were beginning to take shape as Harry's magic unintentionally began to merge with the radiation it was attempting to control. Which meant that as the now tainted magic within his body began to fluctuate and spread throughout his entire being, so too did the effects begin to affect the soul fragment in Harry's scar. The scrap of sinister dark magic and the attached soul fragment didn't stand a chance as it broke down. It was too weak to adapt or defend itself against the foreign, alien nature of the radioactive energy now coursing through Harry's rapidly mutating system.

The changes in Harry were quick, much quicker than they would have been in an ordinary human, spurred on as they were by Harry's magic.

Now, normally a person's magic would protect them from radiation, but for a juvenile like Harry who was not even aware he had magic, this was not the case. His magic had not been trained to react in such a manner, and so instead it adapted instead of resisting.

This meant, as Harry lay in bed asleep, he was unaware that both magic and radiation began to flow through his body, strengthening his muscles, sharpening his mind and fundamentally changing and mutating the magic in his body into something very different, something new.

The soul fragment in his head also broke down, before it began to merge with the young Harry's unconscious mind. Helped along by the influence of the kryptonite, it became bound to Harry in such a way that it became a very part of his being.

In short, when Harry woke up the next morning he would be essentially reborn.

He would be smarter and more analytical than any six-year-old had any right to be. Furthermore, he would be stronger, faster and more athletic than was possibly human, and have abilities far beyond normal humans.

In short, he had gone to sleep as a six-year-old child and had woken up something else, something dangerous and unstable.

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(The Next Day)

It was early the next morning that Harry awoke, his eyes scrunching up in irritation as he heard the clumping of his aunt as she walked down the stairs.

Pushing himself up and out of bed, Harry looked around at his cupboard room, a bemused expression on his face.

Is this really how he lived, in a cupboard under the stairs? There was a spare room upstairs, and he was expected to sleep in a cupboard?

With a frown on his face, Harry pushed himself to his feet, was it his imagination or did he feel lighter than he did before?

Shaking that thought out of his head, he got dressed; slipping on a pair of worn jeans, a baggy grey T-shirt and a pair of scuffed trainers.

Turning to leave, Harry paused for a second, before he remembered something, turning back around Harry grabbed the stone he had found the day before from under his pillow and slipped it in his pocket. He didn't want Dudley finding and stealing it, after all.

Leaving his cupboard, Harry paused as he entered the hall. He could smell bacon cooking. His stomach rumbled as the tantalising scent of cooking meat attacked his sense, and Harry idly realised he was famished, he could not remember ever having been this hungry before.

Wandering through the hall and heading to the kitchen, Harry then proceeded to take a seat at the kitchen table.

His arrival in the kitchen had not gone unnoticed by his aunt, who in response looked at her nephew with a frown before snapping out. "Well, don't just sit there, get up and start helping with breakfast!"

Harry looked up in surprise at that, before he rolled his eyes. 'Yes, because trusting a six-year-old to cook over a hot stove was a great idea…' he thought sarcastically to himself before he suddenly blinked in surprise. He wasn't sure where that thought had come from, he wasn't normally so sassy, not even in his head.

Even so, Harry got up and began to help, setting the table with knives and forks, before he took over frying the bacon, sausages, black pudding, mushrooms, eggs, hash browns and tomatoes. While his Aunt Petunia made toast… an even distribution of work.

Soon enough his fat, ruddy-faced uncle wobbled downstairs, followed closely behind by Harry's chubby cousin, Dudley. Neither of them so much as said morning, as they instead just sat at the table expectantly.

"Oh, good morning, my precious, Duddykins!" Petunia cried as she abandoned the kitchen to greet her son with hugs and kisses, leaving Harry to finish up and plate the breakfasts.

"Hurry up boy, I'm starving!" Vernon shouted as he looked at Harry irritably, even as Harry struggled to dish out all the breakfasts alone, a task which was made harder by his diminutive height. He was only six years old, after all…

'Yeah, and I am Mary Queen of Scots, you stupid fat muggle!' Harry thought venomously to himself as he eyed his uncle's obese frame before he once again blinked in surprise at what he had just thought, who the hell was Mary Queen of Scots and what was a muggle?

"Well come on, don't let it get cold!" Petunia snapped at Harry as she stopped fussing over her little 'Duddykins' and instead glared at Harry.

Once again pushing back his traitorous thought, Harry proceeded to serve breakfast whilst the Dursley's sat at the table and spoke amongst each other making plans for what they would do today, unsurprisingly, none of their plans included Harry.

After he finished serving them their breakfast, Harry went to dish out his own using the left-over scraps from the frying pans to cobble together a satisfactory breakfast.

It was as he was doing this, that the family kept on eating and making plans, deciding amongst themselves that they would go to the zoo today, before having a nice pub lunch afterwards.

With that decided and breakfast all but finished, Petunia looked down at Harry, a scowl on her face as she realised he was only halfway through his own breakfast. "Well, come on, hurry up. You have a lot of washing up to do, and I want it done before we leave."

"Does that mean I am going with you?" Harry asked blandly. He already knew what the answer was going to be, but decided to ask anyway, because fuck it, why not.

An ugly sneer crossed Petunia's face at his question before she replied. "No, you will be going to Mrs Figg's. I will be calling her after breakfast. Now hurry up and do your chores."

"Yes, master," Harry replied sarcastically as he once again rolled his eyes, irritation beginning to rise in him, as for the first time in his life he realised that this was not right. He should not be being treated like this, not by people like them.

Petunia's expression darkened as she heard the tone of his voice and what he said. Reaching out, she grabbed his still unfinished plate of breakfast before she proceeded to throw the remnants into the bin. "Well, it looks like you are finished, now get on with cleaning up."

Harry glared at Petunia at that. "No."

"No?" His aunt replied, a look of genuine surprise on her face as her nephew, for the first time in his life, refused her orders. "You ungrateful little wretch. After all we've done for you. We've put a roof over your head and food in your stomach, and how do you repay us? You act like this, you selfish little brat!"

"I sleep in a cupboard and am given the leftovers to eat," Harry replied bluntly, his voice as cold as ice. "For which I am treated like a domestic slave, like some kind of house-elf!"

Petunia's face went bone white as she heard what he said, her eyes widening first with surprise, and then with gear before they then narrowed in anger. Her face turned slightly red, with the veins on her forehead and neck bulging slightly as her nostrils flared, and what little restraint she had on her temper almost visible snapped.

"How dare you speak to me like that, you horrible little freak!" Petunia shouted, her eyes wild as she raised her hand and slapped Harry across the face, hard, knocking him to the ground as she did so. "Vernon!" She then called, her shrill voice still laced with anger and fear.

From where he lay on the floor, Harry could feel the burning feeling on his cheek from where his aunt had hit him. It was not the first time she or Vernon had lashed out in anger, but they had never struck him this hard before. Previously, it had been a cuff to the back of the head or a light slap on the leg, but this was a full-on hit.

Harry's expression darkened in a way a six-year-old child never should, even as he pushed himself to his feet, his temper bubbling to the surface and threatening to spill over. As he stood, he was just in time to see his Uncle waddle into the room.

"'Tunia, what's going on?" Vernon asked as he entered, looking from his angry, pale-faced wife, to Harry, who even now had a bright red handprint across his face.

"He is refusing to do his chores, Vernon!" Petunia replied angrily before her voice went quiet as she added on. "And he is talking about 'you know what'."

Vernon's face went bright red, almost purple, as he heard that. "Boy!"

Harry's eyes widened in response to his uncle's bellow. He was unsure why he was getting so angry.

Either way, Harry decided that the best thing for him at the moment would be to get out of here and let things cool down a bit. Beginning to take a few steps backwards as he saw his angry uncle lumber towards him, Harry felt a sliver of fear as he realised that he had been backing into a corner.

"You are going to get in your cupboard and stay there, right now!" Vernon snarled as he lunged at Harry, trying to grab him by his arm, most likely so that he could drag him to his cupboard and unceremoniously throw him in.

In response, Harry's eyes widened in fear as he saw his enraged uncle reaching for him. Throwing up his arms defensively and looking away, Harry waited for the pain, but it didn't come. No, what he felt instead was a warm and pleasant feeling suddenly flowing through his outraised arms. After which, he then heard a shout of surprise followed by a loud crashing sound and his aunt screaming.

Twisting his head around, Harry quickly noticed that his uncle was somehow on the other side of the room, having been thrown through the kitchen work surface, the kitchen table and into the wall on the other side of the room.

More than that, he had been thrown hard enough for small cracks to have appeared on the wall behind him. With a groan of pain, blood began to spill from Vernon's mouth, even as he collapsed to the floor with a crunching sound, no doubt suffering multiple broken bones and internal injuries.

"What have you done, you freak!" Petunia screamed in horror as she stared at the unconscious and mangled body of her husband, before looking at Harry, both fear and hatred readily apparent in her expression.

Without another word, Petunia then grabbed the handle of the still-hot frypan from the stove and swung it at Harry.

Once again, Harry felt the warmth flowing through his body, even as he looked on in shock and fear.

The frying pan suddenly gained a wispy green glow, and shot out of Petunia's hands so fast that it embedded itself in the wall on the other side of the house with a loud crunching sound.

Petunia's horrified gaze shifted from Harry to the frying pan, and then back again.

Harry frowned as he saw what had happened, what he had clearly made happen. A part of him wanted to claim it was like magic, but deep down, a part of him knew that it wasn't, not quite. Instead, it was something else. Looking up at the shocked and scared form of his overbearing, shrill aunt, Harry decided to try something, raising his hand he willed his aunt away.

For Petunia, it was like getting struck by an invisible train as she was blown backwards and slammed into the wall of the house with a horrible crunching sound.

Seeing what he had just done, Harry's eyes widened in horror as he saw his aunt collapse to the floor, possibly dead.

Turning his head to the side, he could see his cousin, Dudley, huddled in the corner, a terrified look on his face as he stared at Harry in fear.

Looking around at the now partially destroyed kitchen and hearing the cries of Dudley ringing in his ears, Harry did the only thing he could think of doing at that moment in time.

He decided to run.

He couldn't stay here in this house, not any more, not only would the Dursley's never allow it, if they survived that is, but also because Harry didn't think he could tolerate it either.

With that in mind, he ran out of the house, down the road and away. Not stopping to look back, not caring that he was running faster than should be possible for a six-year-old, or that he was not tiring as he ran.

All Harry cared about at that moment, was of getting away as far as he could, what he did then… well, he would decide that later.

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Thanks for reading, and I'll see you later.

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