A/N: Congrats to D-Sama for spotting my little problem. How does Harry have his claws and skeleton after Wolverine, if he had it put in him? Well… wait and see :P
And to Psycho 8 Harry powers a cross with Jeans and Prof X's so I went to a website and got them from there, so I partially know what they are Grins sheepishly
Well good people, it is 11 o'clock right now, so I will give you a hopefully decent chapter since I got the whole afternoon to kill
Enjoy!
Enough is enough
Harry woke up with a gasp, covered in a layer of cold sweat, his breathes short and fast. He had just had another one of his childhood nightmares; he hadn't had them ever since he went to Hogwarts, so why did they come back now?
Taking some deep calming breaths, he frowned and closed his eyes, trying to remember what it was about. All he could remember was pain, strong pain, and voices. He could only remember partial words like "X22" and "Hydra" There was also flashes of sights. Lots of light, hundreds of wires connected to him.
So what the hell was it about?
He gave a small growl as he stood up, it wad only 4:30 in the morning.
He walked towards the mirror and stared into it, and gaped in shock
He had changed
Most notable was his hair, it was short now, and slightly spiky, and if that wasn't enough, the fact he was at least 6'1 when last night he was around 5'10 last night.
How the hell had he grown so much? And was the fact his limbs felt stiff as hell the reason?
He let out a yawn, and immediately snapped his jaw shut
'I did not see what I thought I saw'
He slowly opened his mouth and looked at his teeth in wonder, they were more canine like, more wolf like. Sort of similar to Remus's.
He rubbed the bridge between his nose, hoping to halt the impending headache that was coming on, and paused.
'Where the hell are my glasses?'
He lowered his hand and looked around. He had no glasses, yet his eyesight was near perfect, hell, it was BETTER than perfect.
As he wondered what the hell was wrong he paused, remembering the day before.
'So is this the reason I look the way I do?'
He brought both is hands up slowly, and clenched his fists, and same as before claws snapped out of his hands, three on each hand.
He stared at them in puzzlement, before a small smile grew on his face
"Wow, bet the deatheaters won't be expecting this" He murmured to himself
Deciding he should probably test out his claws, he retracted them and grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt. Since they were Dudley from a few years ago, they now fit him a little better, so they weren't as baggy on him.
He walked quickly and stealthily out of the house, which surprised him, as he usually made at least some noise, and he wasn't exactly 'Mr Graceful'
'Well there's another question to be answered'
He made his way deep into the Surrey forest, making sure he was where nobody could see him.
He stood facing a tree, and he let his claws out, before slashing at it with, to his shot, almost perfect accuracy. He saw his claws pass through the trees, but for all he felt, it could just have been air. He took a step back and stared at the tree. It stood still, looking as though nothing had happened, before it slowly tipped backwards and landed with a thump on the ground. Harry examined the stump; the cut was almost perfectly clean.
Harry let out a laugh; yes this was going to be very handy.
He paused though.
'What about what happened before? How did I stop that tree first?'
He looked at the fallen tree, before frowning. He held his left hand out and felt around slightly, the tree trembled slightly.
He frowned, well there was something interesting, now he had a 'feel' at what he was trying to do, he tried again.
After several attempts, he finally had it. He grinned triumphantly at the floating tree, he set it on the ground, and tried again, he held out his hand and 'grabbed' the tree, lifting it up in time with his hands motion.
A few hours later of his experimenting, he walked away from the forest with a content smile on his face. He had found out he was a lot faster than what was considered 'normal'. He had also found out his nose was extremely sensitive, seeing as he had smelled something, which he somehow knew to be a bird, and a little later said bird flew by.
As he was walking, he looked at his watch, and was shocked that it was already 1 o'clock
'Great, Vernon isn't going to be happy'
He walked into the house, and as predicted, Vernon was at him instantly
"BOY! WHERE WERE YOU, YOU HAD CHORES TO DO! THAT'S IT, I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR FREAKY FRIENDS SAY, YOU WILL PULL YOUR WEIGHT AROUND HERE YOU FREAK!"
Harry stood calmly, looking impassive, and Vernon seemed to take insult to that
He raised his large meaty fist and threw a punch at the boys head.
Harry, who had sensed something was wrong, dodged to his left, and was surprised when he noticed it was Vernon's punch he had dodged. Anger built up in him, this fat shit had hit him enough times before, no more!
Harry snarled at Vernon, and smacked him straight in the face.
Vernon, who had not expected the arctic lorry to smack him in his house, sailed back in a daze, blood flooding out from his nose and his face looked like a cartoon characters did in loony tunes after being hit with an anvil. He landed with a thump and remained unmoving.
Harry stared down at his uncle's prone body impassively, he did not regret it but he had had enough, he was going away. Away from the Durselys, Hogwarts and Britain itself. He strode upstairs and grabbed the few necessities he would need, his cloak, wand, and money pouch. He then walked into his aunt and uncles room. Although Petunia didn't know it, Vernon had kept at least ¾ of their money at home, under his own loose floorboard. Harry knew this as he had saw Vernon putting it in when he was younger, he claimed the bank was going to steal it from him.
As he walked out, at least £30,000 in cash in his hand, he went into Dudley's room, although the pig had nothing of use, he needed a backpack, he grabbed Dudley's favourite one, just to spite him, and put all his things into it and, shrugging it onto his shoulders, he strode downstairs.
He looked and saw Vernon's body still on the floor, and smirked, the fat twat had that coming for a LONG time.
He turned as the front door opened, and Dudley walked in. He sneered as he saw Harry
"What are you doing freak, aint you meant to be…?" He trailed off as he noticed his father's body on the ground. He turned a dark shade of red, almost like his father.
"What did you do freak!" he yelled, again Harry sensed another attack coming, but this time instead of dodging, he punched the incoming fist.
There was a loud cracking sound, followed by Dudley's piggish screams of pain. Harry stared at his cousins fist, which was obviously broken, and then stared at his own, he smirked, not even bruised.
"I'm gonna kill you freak!" Dudley spat. And to Harry's shock, he pulled out a gun, before he could react Dudley fired it and the bullet hit him in the chest.
Harry stood in shock
'Oh shit I've been shot; damn I'm going to die!'
Slowly he looked down at his shirt, there was blood pouring out of the wound. He looked up at Dudley and snarled, if he was going to die, then this fat piece of shit was going with him.
He spread his arms slightly, so they represented an upside down 'V' and clenched his fists.
Dudley watched as his cousin spread his arms open slightly and sneered, freak or not he doubted he'd survive a shot in the chest. His face however soon turned to pure fear, as metal claws shot out of his cousin's hand.
Harry smirked at the look on Dudley's face
"If I'm going to die Dursley, then I'm taking you with me" He snarled
Before Dudley could blink, Harry punched him in the chest, claws still out. The result was one Dudley Dursley standing with three metal claws through his chest and protruding out of his back.
Dudley stared at his cousin in pure terror, as the last of his life left him in a gurgle of blood.
Harry yanked his claws back, and stared at the body of his fat cousin. He closed his eyes, waiting for the same fate to come to him from the wound in his chest.
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud clinking sound
Opening his eyes, Harry looked down, and his jaw dropped
Their on the floor was a bullet, the very same bullet that had resided in his chest.
He looked down at the wound, and could only blink in shock. It was gone, the hole in his shirt was still there, but the blood and the wound were gone.
He took a deep calming breath, and thanked Merlin for his strange powers.
Without a thought, Harry picked up his cousins gun, and took the ammo he had in his pockets, and stuck them in his bag, and walked out the door, not looking back.
Professor X
Charles Xavier wheeled forward towards the house he knew to be 4 Privet Drive, where Harry Potter lived. With him were Scott Summers, Jean Grey and Logan. The man was understandably shocked when he had told him of the boy's similar powers, including the claws and skeleton.
Logan suddenly stopped and sniffed a few times
"Chuck we may have a problem" He growled before moving forward, He opened the door and looked inside
"Yep" They heard him say "BIG problem"
The others approached and looked inside, on the floor was the unconscious figure they assumed was Vernon Dursley, but in front of him was what Logan was staring at.
Dudley Dursley's dead body
Charles looked down at the body before frowning, he of course knew from his telepathy and Cerebro that the Dursley family were abusive towards Harry, but he never expected them to try something that would put Harry into a kill or be killed position.
He looked towards Jean, who was searching through the unconscious Vernon's mind. She stood up and looked at them.
"All I know is that he went to hit Harry, who dodged, and hit him back, he's been out of it since" She spoke
Charles and Scott both frowned, before turning towards Logan
"What do you think happened then?" Scott asked
Logan straightened up from Dudley's body.
"Well by the looks of it, tubs here" He nodded at Dudley "Came in, and I guess he found the kid over his dads body, his fists shattered, kid probably smacked the fat shit when he swung for him"
He paused, before continuing "By smelling, I can tell you tubs fired a gun at the kid, and since he probably didn't know of his healing abilities yet, he struck back" He laughed slightly "Go down, then take him with you"
Charles frowned, now they had a renegade mutant on the run. He let out a sigh
"We have to find him, I'll need to use Cerebro to track him, come, we must go" He turned and wheeled outside.
"Professor, what about them?" Scott nodded towards the two bodies.
"We'll leave them to the authorities" He paused, and closed his eyes, before smiling slightly "Or Albus" He wheeled out, followed by the three X-men.
"Look chuck, I'm gonna go track the kid, can't have gotten to far I'd say" Logan said
Xavier nodded "Very well, your bike is on the blackbird, good luck Logan" He replied.
A few minutes later, the blackbird took off and headed back towards the institute, and Logan took off on his motorbike.
The search had begun.
Airport
Harry Potter entered the airport wearing his new clothes. He was wearing a black shirt, along with blue jeans and black boots. He had a dark brown jacket and was wearing black sunglasses to hide his trademark emerald eyes, and a brown cowboy style hat (A/N: Mini Logan:P)
Harry looked about the airport, before walking up to a counter; he wasn't going to stay here in Britain, it would be to easy for them to find him. Adjusting his hat, so his scar was hidden he walked up to the counter and smiled at the lady behind it
"Hi, how much would a ticket to America be?"
Grimmauld Place
The order of the phoenix had gathered for another meeting. Dumbledore had asked that the children, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, be taught to help keep Harry safe, so they were currently discussing their progress.
Albus didn't want Harry trained yet, saying he needed time to mourn, but he had planned for Harry to have lessons when he was back at Hogwarts. The order agreed with this and so were also discussing what should be taught to him.
Albus listened as he was told first of the children's progress, apparently, Miss Granger had been perfect in theory, but had failed mainly with the practical side. Miss Weasley, was balanced between her theory and practical.
Young Ronald though, was failing abysmally, the order told how he was acting big headed, thinking Harry was not getting any training so it meant he was better than him. He was planning on cutting the boy out on any training if he was going to act like this.
He sighed, Harry and himself had not parted on the best of terms, he hoped he would realise the truth of his reasons for keeping the prophecy, but he knew their relationship would be damaged, and he may not trust him as much anymore.
His thoughts were interrupted when a panting Tonks burst into the room
He stood quickly, knowing that she was on guard duty at Harry's for the next few hours
"Nymphadora, what is wrong?" He asked quickly
"Sir" She wheezed "Vernon unconscious…Dudley dead…Harry…gone!" She panted out
A stunned silence filled the room.
A/N: Well there's a nice long chapter for you, thing will get interesting from here on, or I'll try and make it that way lol
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