All rights for Harry Potter goes to JK Rowling and Warner Bros. Pictures. And all rights for Tom and Jerry goes to Hanna-Barbera and Warner Bros. Animation.
Seven year old Harry Potter was walking home from school sense he wasn't aloud on the bus like his cousin Dudley was. He was passing by the park and then walked to a bridge in between Magnolia Crescent and Wisteria Walk.
The bridges underpass was a shortcut back to Privet Drive. Harry knew all of Little Whinging sense he had to walk all the way to school and back. A lot of kids his age made fun of him. It was because he was a Know It All. Or because of all those strange things happening around him. But not just those. Some wanted to be friends with him but they were chased away by Dudley's gang.
As Harry entered the tunnel, he cought site a grey pussy cat chasing a brown orange mouse. And they were not normal like him. They were walking on two legs and their front paws were used as hands like in cartoons.
By then, the cat and mouse bumped into Harry. The cat fell on his belly as Harry's leg from him falling ended up flinging the mouse ended up on a carboard box that fell next to the cat.
"You know, it's dangerous out here." Said Harry.
The cat and mouse stopped their chase act and looked at him.
"And instead of working together, you're just fighting like a cat and a mouse. Wait. You are a cat and mouse. But if you don't work together you could die out here."
Both of them refused to like that idea.
"Maybe I can fix this. Both of you are coming home with me."
Now they were wide eyed.
"You have names right?" Harry asked.
"I'm Tom."
"I'm Jerry."
Now the cat and mosue turned to each other in shock.
"You talked!"
"Well sure I talk." Said Tom. "What do you think I am? A dummy?"
"You said it. I didn't." Said Jerry.
"Oh yeah you little pipsqueak? I otta...hey. How come you've never spoke before?"
"Well there was nothing I wanted to say I thought you understand. And there still isn't!"
"Alright! That does it! You little...boy you get me angry!"
"Alright. I said fighting solves nothing. You two need to get along." Said Harry. "Come on. We're going to my place."
(!)
It didn't take too long to reach Privet Drive. Harry took Tom and Jerry by their arms as they reached the front door.
"Where have you been?" Aunt Petunia asked.
"Walking home." Said Harry.
"You're late! I need those dishes clean now!"
The moment Harry has his back turned, Tom started to chase Jerry again. They went to the living room and knocked over Dudley who was on the couch watching his programe. And then to the kitchen and knocked down Uncle Vernon before he got up and grabbed them by their tails.
"Who let these bloody things in?!" He shouted.
"Tom. Jerry. I said no,"
"You!" Vernon hissed at Harry.
"Me?"
"Where did these come from?"
"I find them on my way home."
Vernon just grabbed his arm and tossed all three of them into the cupboard under the stairs and slammed the door and locked it.
"Then you'll do well to make them behave!"
Harry sighed as he turned the light on.
"Boy it's small in here." Said Jerry.
"I'm not worth a bedroom." Harry said as he laid down on the matress.
"And why are all your clouths this big?" Tom asked.
"I'm not worth having money spent on. I'm stuck with all of Dudley's old clouths."
"Can't you tell somebody about this?"
"It'll only make things worse. I'm not aloud near the phone."
"Just great." Said Jerry. "Our new owner and he's an abused child."
"Not our. Mine." Said Tom.
"I took both of you in." Said Harry. "I rather at least have some friends than no friends. Everyone else hates me. Those wanted to be my friend were chased away by Dudley and his gang."
"Right." Said Tom. "Who your name anyway?"
"Harry Potter."
