I was never the fasted kid on the block. But I was the smartest. So I became the main target for a lot of the bullies in the neighborhood, which included some of the smeltings kids. And not just Dudley's gang. I became afraid very fast.

But still I wasn't the quickest on my feet. So I couldn't hide that fast. But on my seventh I had ran away and some of my bullies still found me thinking I was easier prey now. This happened for about four months. They locked me in a room with no windows and apparently it was sound proof.

At the same time everyday, they would come to me. Do the same thing every time. Some would go hard and some would go slow. But every once in a while they would get board and change it up. Like the ones to go slow would go fast and the fast went slow.

But in a seven year old mind fast and slow got mixed up with hard and soft. And at that age, I got a lot of things confused with other things.

But something happened. One night one of the guys had made a mistake. He unlocked me like usual so I could eat and rest, but he forgot to close the door.

When he didn't come back, I had escaped the room that night and had wished I was far away from the bullies. I had ended up in New York. That's where I had met Scott Summers. He protected me when I needed it. Helped me when I was down.

But at the time I did not know his last name. That why I'm glad that's where this starts. With me meeting the best thing that has ever happened in my life. But what I did not know was I had powers beyond anything that I have ever imagined.

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Harry Potter finally had woken up. He did not know where he was. The last place he remembered being was a dark alley in London. Harry had runaway from home after the Dursley's did not believe him about the group of boys for the third week in a row.

His relatives weren't the nicest of people. Prided themselves for being normal. And hated everything that they viewed as freakish. Which included Harry himself and thought whatever the group did to him, Harry deserved it.

Because of the Dursley's, Harry had been smaller and shorter for his age. When Harry started to walk a little to see where he was, he ran into a person. He saw it was a boy not much older than he was.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." Harry quickly said as he backed up in fear

Harry knew what older boys meant to him. Especially older boys from back home. He had been brutally beaten up every once in a while by several older boys from the later years of Smeltings Academy. And a few of them had loved to do something else to Harry almost every single day after school as Smeltings got out earlier than St. Grogory's Primary. It started when Harry was almost six.

That thing Harry would like to forget all together. But he seemingly could not forget it most nights. The boys back in surrey thought that they could get away with it. And Harry running away without ever telling the police had proved just that.

The boy Harry knocked into looked to Harry. He saw that Harry had went through something traumatic in his past. He could tell by the look in Harry's eyes.

The older boy did not know what it was. But it must have been bad if Harry was all the way out here. Something real bad.

"I'm not going to hurt you bud." The boy said

The boy crouched down to Harry's level.

"That's what they all say. But I still end up getting hurt by them." Harry said still backing up slowly

"My name is Scott. What's yours?" Scott said

"Harry. Harry Potter." Harry told him

"Well Harry. Where are you from?" Scott asked

"London, England. Where am I now." Harry said

Harry hadn't reached the end of the alley, but he had heard noise knowing that he must be in a city.

"New York. But we are in the part where people live." Scott said, "Where are your parents Harry?"

"Their dead. Auntie said they died in a drunken car crash. She didn't say if they were drunk or they were hit by a drunk." Harry said, "I want to believe they were hit by a drunk. I want to believe that they were good people who loved me."

Scott saw the look in Harry's eyes. Scott saw the pain, the fear and the worry in the seven year olds emerald green eyes.

"Your Aunt isn't a good person is she?" Scott asked

Harry shook his head. He hated her and her whale of a husband and son.

"I'm going to try and protect you. Is that okay with you?" Scott asked

"Why do you want to protect me?" Harry asked. "I'm nothing but a freak of nature."

"You seem like a good kid. And please don't call yourself a freak. If you do then I am a freak as well." Scott said

Harry had finally relaxed in Scott's presence. Harry felt that Scott was a good person. That he could be protective.

Over time Scott and Harry became close. Almost like brothers. But Scott still knew that his brother Alex was out there. Waiting to see his older brother once again.

Scott also learned what happened to Harry after he ran away. How Harry was held captive for four months by four people. And how he was treated during those months.

This made Scott mad. But not to Harry. And Harry understood this. Scott was the only one Harry trusted. Days rolled by and Harry had shown something extraordinary. He had telepathy. The psychic power to read minds.

After figuring out what to do, Harry trained. But he was still a kid. Scott's and Harry's minds connected. Having a permanent psychic bond between the pare. When the two were apart they talked to each other. Like Wilkie talkies.

The boys had fun in the city. Harry loved the freedom. From being away from the people who abused and mistreated him for years. Harry had less and less flashbacks from the four months in captivity.

Scott helped with that. He tried to give Harry better memories to replace the bad ones. It did not always work.

There were times where Harry had a nightmare where a guy made a green light and a red haired woman was killed instantly.