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Rowling's intellectual property.
Warning this is my first fic and all reviews, even flames, are welcome.
Chapter 1: Compensation
It was another scorching day on in Little Whinging, Surrey everybody was either running through sprinklers or enjoying their summer, except one. Harry Potter was sitting in the middle of the backyard; to a person who walked by they would think he was up to no good. But Harry James Potter was just staring at the clouds, which to his displeasure looked a lot like dogs. A single tear ran down his cheek as he remembered that day at the Ministry of Magic. Harry closed his eyes and bit his cheek in hopes of stopping his lip from quivering. His efforts were in vein for as soon as his teeth touched his cheek a sharp pain rose into his scar and quickly faded away. Harry hit his head and started to curse, "If it wasn't for this scar then he would still be alive." "Ahh but neither would you." "Who Said that?" Asked Harry "Your conscience dumbass, boy and all this time I thought we were intelligent." Harry sighed, "Even my conscience talks back nowadays."
A large CRACK filled the air and Harry sprung up his hand goin instinctively to his pocket where his wand was kept. Harry plunged his hand into his pocket to find that his wand wasn't there. "Shit!" Harry exclaimed. "I thought your seeker reflexes woulda' had that wand in your hand before I could even get here." Came a deep and soothing voice from behind Harry. Harry turned slowly, he was wandless and not the best muggle fighter in the world, but he still turned. The man before him was not as Harry expected in muggle clothing. The man was about 6'1 with noticeable muscles in his shoulders and arms. He had dark tan skin and a face full of laughter. The man was dressed in baggy jeans in which Harry could see his boxers. He wore a shirt that said 50 on the front with the words G-Unit on the sleeves. He wore a hat backward and somewhat tilted. (A.N. I am American therefore MY character will be American in my image.) "Here" the strange man said to Harry and threw him his wand. "By the way, name's Matt." Matt said coolly, turning around towards the entrance. "You coming?" he asked. "Hold on." demanded Harry. "How do I know you don't follow Voldemort?" asked Harry. Matt sighed, "Would a coward of a Death Eater give you your wand back." Matt started walking towards the house and Harry followed. Harry walked into the house and headed upstairs. Meanwhile Matt went to talk to the Dursleys. "What is he doing here boy?" Uncle Vernon yelled at Harry. "I told you not to bring any more crack heads home." He yelled even louder. Harry ran down stairs and said "Oh him, he's here to take me away from this horrid place." "YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE TWIT" Vernon yelled making the vein in his neck stick out. At that moment Matt screamed "SHUT YO MOUTH BOTH OF YA." Both Vernon and Harry shut up. Matt went up to Aunt Petunia and said "Good to see ya gain Tunia." Harry looked bewildered and all Aunt Petunia asked was "Is it really you Matt?" "It is I" responded Matt. "I'm Here to pick Harry up from the sitters." "We are no baby sitters we are his family" Vernon Bellowed. Matthew responded coolly "Then you will not be requiring compensation?" Petunia asked "Compensation?" Matt then pulled out a roll of muggle money out of his pocket. Harry recognized it as American money. Matt sorted through and saw him pull out a total of $25,000. Matt then grinned and handed it to aunt petunia and said. "Yes, Compensation
Sorry for The Short Chapter I promise the next chapters will be longer and more humorous. Read a Review.
Warning this is my first fic and all reviews, even flames, are welcome.
Chapter 1: Compensation
It was another scorching day on in Little Whinging, Surrey everybody was either running through sprinklers or enjoying their summer, except one. Harry Potter was sitting in the middle of the backyard; to a person who walked by they would think he was up to no good. But Harry James Potter was just staring at the clouds, which to his displeasure looked a lot like dogs. A single tear ran down his cheek as he remembered that day at the Ministry of Magic. Harry closed his eyes and bit his cheek in hopes of stopping his lip from quivering. His efforts were in vein for as soon as his teeth touched his cheek a sharp pain rose into his scar and quickly faded away. Harry hit his head and started to curse, "If it wasn't for this scar then he would still be alive." "Ahh but neither would you." "Who Said that?" Asked Harry "Your conscience dumbass, boy and all this time I thought we were intelligent." Harry sighed, "Even my conscience talks back nowadays."
A large CRACK filled the air and Harry sprung up his hand goin instinctively to his pocket where his wand was kept. Harry plunged his hand into his pocket to find that his wand wasn't there. "Shit!" Harry exclaimed. "I thought your seeker reflexes woulda' had that wand in your hand before I could even get here." Came a deep and soothing voice from behind Harry. Harry turned slowly, he was wandless and not the best muggle fighter in the world, but he still turned. The man before him was not as Harry expected in muggle clothing. The man was about 6'1 with noticeable muscles in his shoulders and arms. He had dark tan skin and a face full of laughter. The man was dressed in baggy jeans in which Harry could see his boxers. He wore a shirt that said 50 on the front with the words G-Unit on the sleeves. He wore a hat backward and somewhat tilted. (A.N. I am American therefore MY character will be American in my image.) "Here" the strange man said to Harry and threw him his wand. "By the way, name's Matt." Matt said coolly, turning around towards the entrance. "You coming?" he asked. "Hold on." demanded Harry. "How do I know you don't follow Voldemort?" asked Harry. Matt sighed, "Would a coward of a Death Eater give you your wand back." Matt started walking towards the house and Harry followed. Harry walked into the house and headed upstairs. Meanwhile Matt went to talk to the Dursleys. "What is he doing here boy?" Uncle Vernon yelled at Harry. "I told you not to bring any more crack heads home." He yelled even louder. Harry ran down stairs and said "Oh him, he's here to take me away from this horrid place." "YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE TWIT" Vernon yelled making the vein in his neck stick out. At that moment Matt screamed "SHUT YO MOUTH BOTH OF YA." Both Vernon and Harry shut up. Matt went up to Aunt Petunia and said "Good to see ya gain Tunia." Harry looked bewildered and all Aunt Petunia asked was "Is it really you Matt?" "It is I" responded Matt. "I'm Here to pick Harry up from the sitters." "We are no baby sitters we are his family" Vernon Bellowed. Matthew responded coolly "Then you will not be requiring compensation?" Petunia asked "Compensation?" Matt then pulled out a roll of muggle money out of his pocket. Harry recognized it as American money. Matt sorted through and saw him pull out a total of $25,000. Matt then grinned and handed it to aunt petunia and said. "Yes, Compensation
Sorry for The Short Chapter I promise the next chapters will be longer and more humorous. Read a Review.