Work of fanfiction.
A freak of another kind
Harry Potter X-men crossover
Somewhere in London.
The crowd had gone wild after her fight.
Many had seen her as the underdog. The little teenager that thought she could beat the champion because like him she was a mutant. Well the results where shocking.
Well she might look like she was still a teenager but that was a life time ago.
When the only problem was her sister and good grades.
The nondescript girl lighted a cigarette and inhaled deeply. She felt her body relax.
Memory.
Petunia enjoyed the walk back to her house from the trainstation boarding school had been good her grades had marked her as being in the top five of the schoolyear and her teachers where talking about her she felt great. Maybe she would be able to get a scholarship when she graduated. But that was stuff to worry about for next year for now it was the start of the summer holiday.
The only downsides of summer where those two lunatics also known as her sister and that boy that would arrive tomorrow.
Gone would be her quiet normal live and it would be filled with tales of magic and unicorns and other nonsense.
Their parents would dote on her and that boy.
The couple of letters she sent each term where always filled with all the nonsense from her classes or that group of boys that bullied Sev.
Petunia snorted Severus Snape was a disaster in the making and her sister would be in the middle of it.
She should not be that hard on the boy having a drunk for a father and a broken mother would never lead to a proper person.
But tonight would be her time to bask in the praise of her parents.
Tonight she would show them that she studied and worked even harder as her little sister who went to school to learn magic tricks.
Present.
The woman clothed in clothes that had seen better times walked down the street. The fight had only messed up her shirt a bit those things happened.
Stopping at a night shop she finished he cigarette and stepped inside.
A radio was set to a station playing some classic music.
Walking through the store she picked a few things up.
Putting her things on the counter the storeowner grabbed the two bottles of gin and put them behind the counter.
"You are too young for that girl." He said.
The woman ignored him and fished her wallet out of her pocket and showed him her id.
The look on the man's face became surprised when he saw the age printed on it.
After he had checked the id some more he gave it back to her.
"My apologies miss. But you look so much younger."
"I get that all the time it's irritating but understandable." She replied while putting her acquired things away.
Bidding the man a good night she left the store.
Walking sown the pavement lost in her thoughts the memories where leading her back to that unwanted lane.
Memory.
Petunia was helping her mother making breakfast it was an early Sunday morning.
Her father sat by the table reading the newspaper occasionally taking a sip of his tea.
Her sister was not up yet when she had arrived home she had been happy to see her but the surprise came when that boy was not with her.
That evening while having dinner Lily told what had happened between them.
Her parents had been disappointed in the young man. Their words not hers she used some other terms to describe said teenager which her mother chastised her for.
Setting the table she heard her sister coming down from the stairs
Sitting down she poured herself a cup of tea and waited with her parents for her sister to grace them with her companionship.
Did her little sister not understand that she was a freak? Of course not.
In Lily's eyes magic was natural and the source of all the right things in the world seeing the magical side through rose coloured glasses.
Did the lunatic not understand history? Magic was like a double edged sword or a better way to say it a coin it might have a good side but also a bad side.
While eating the family kept the conversation light. Their parents informed after their plans and told their daughters about the things that had happened around the neighbourhood.
It where the usual things gossip and stories that you heard almost everywhere.
But for Petunia this was home. She and her sister told how their last term had been. Petunia telling about becoming a member of the equestrian team and Lily told about being a member of the charms club and her invitation to the Slug club She really boosted about the last one.
Well it was at least something concluded Petunia telling her sister she was already between the freaky slugs. That she told her that had not been an smart thing to do.
Present.
Opening the door to the overgrown set of closets she called her apartment.
She walked inside and put the groceries on the kitchen table. Walking to the cupboard she got herself a mug and walked back to the table.
Filling the mug with gin she looked through the window and saw the mist forming above the river Thames. Picking up the mug she walked to the couch that stood beside the window and seated herself. Drowning about a quarter of the liquor. Lightning another cigarette she kept watching the outside world. It was a night like this after a long summer day that everything had changed
Memory.
Having worked her shift at the local grocery store Petunia was walking home it had been her first week working and today had been her first payday. While her parents gave her an allowance Petunia found her summer job a good thing even while being a cashier was boring at times it paid reasonable well and as a bonus she was out of the house while her sister was busy with her freak style of living. She was happy Lily had not been allowed to get an owl.
An owl why not a raven and announce to the world what for a freak her sister was.
Walking down the street she spotted another couple of nuisances she could do without.
Vernon Dursley and his friends all were typical boy's pretending to be men.
For some reason everybody thought she was sweet on him including the ignoramus himself she went on one date with him and it had been a disaster.
The only thing he talked about was himself and about the company of his family. When she had starting to talk about literature he had waved it away as something not important and started to talk about his rugby team.
When the boy's saw her they whistled and Vernon called her name.
Pretending she didn't heard him she walked further.
That evening she went for a walk with a friend of her school. Anna was in the same year and one of her roommates at school. With her red hair and green eyes she could almost pas for her sisters twin.
They talked about their summer and the things they planned to do.
After reaching the nearby park both seated themselves watching the children play with their parents or watching the young couples that where lost in their own world. Giggling about something that happened before they left the park they walked down the street
Arriving before Anna's home a hugged her and kissed her cheek well it would have been a kiss on her cheek but for some reason it ended as a kiss on the lips. Both girls blushed and a moment later laughed about it waving goodbye at her friend Anna disappeared in her house.
Walking alone down the street. Petunia giggled while thinking about the kiss. there were rumours about Anna's interest in girls.
The kiss had been different from kissing a boy (yes she had kissed a boy and no it was not Dursley. That would have been a nightmare).
Nearing the street where she lived two arms pulled her into a small alleyway.
Being turned around in the arms that held her she was surprised by the nightmare she never wanted. Vernon Dursley kissing her.
A moment later he had released her.
"Hello Petunia." She said trying to smile charming at her.
"Goodbye Dursley." Was her reply while she turned to the exit from the alley while wiping his spit from her mouth.
Vernon looked shocked by her reply but recovered quickly and grabbed her arm. Pulling her further in the alley.
Throwing her against the back wall of the alley he said to her.
"What's the matter Petunia are you not happy with the attention I give you?"
"Which attention? That excuse for a date. A bit of advice Dursley you are not the centre of the universe." Pulling herself up against the wall she felt something build up under her skin.
"So you rather kiss another woman than a strapping young men like me?" Dursley's face started to become purple.
"Well if I could find a strapping young men I would kiss him full. Boy." In her thoughts she cursed her sharp tongue.
Vernon getting even more purple raised his right fist.
"What did you call me girl?" He snarled.
"Hard of hearing to. Well I don't like to repeat myself boy."
After this Vernon started to hit her but it felt to her like nothing happened after the first punches while time after time he hit her that feeling under her skin became stronger and stronger.
After Vernon discovered that punching her only hurt his hands his face got a confused look not thinking he grabbed her by the throat and pulled her to him in a reflex trying to push him away she put her hand against his head before she knew what happened she felt the feeling leave her as if it was leaving her through her hands.
She had once seen lightning and it seemed like lightning was playing between her hands and with a yelp Vernon flew backwards landing on his back and his head hitting the pavement. Not even checking on the teenager she ran to her parent's house.
The next day Vernon was found in that alley heavily injured. His face unrecognisable through the energy she poured in him.
Present.
Having refilled the mug again she cursed her incapability to get really drunk
The investigation had led to her and her parents in their innocence had told the police how she had arrived home. Innocence she snorted at the word.
She had been questioned about what happened. Telling them everything except the electrocuting had led her to be tried and convicted.
That the judge and her solicitor where both friends of the Dursley family was never mentioned. The worst part was that she had been tried as an adult.
Memory.
In prison she had learned fast that there was only one that looked out for her and that was herself. That it had been self defence did not matter.
Her parents and sister never visited or wrote. Her letters were returned unopened.
On the back of the last letter was written by her father don't try to contact us anymore girl. For the first time in a year she had cried in her cell after reading those words.
That she spent most time in isolation did not help her either.
She never started the fights but she did finish them. Learning that whenever they hit her she became stronger and tougher sometimes she even felt the feeling of energy building up again. she learned herself to channel that energy even experimenting secretly with releasing the electricity.
After twelve months she got her first visitor.
A man in a grey suit.
He said they could reopen her case if she would come to work for them.
She only asked what for work it was.
His response classified.
Not an hour later she was out of prison sitting beside the man in the grey suit in the back of an Bentley.
When they arrived she saw an old manor house and various man and woman walk around.
"Welcome to your new home." The man in the grey suit said.
Present.
That meeting had changed her life.
That they used her for experiments was a hard pill to swallow.
She had become a trained opperative.
While Vernon was her first victim of her powers.
Others were the victims of her new skills.
When the operation had been discovered she had been interned at the Crowns pleasure.
That it had been an off the books government operation had not helped much.
She had been released and as compensation she was given a full pardon.
Now she had a ratty apartment and no job.
When she had checked on her parents she found out both had died in a house fire and Lily had disappeared in the magical world.
Well good riddance. Putting down the mug she stood up and walked to the bedroom. Laying down on the bed she had a feeling that her past would meet up with her.