The Provisional Laws of Acquired Behavior or Learning

Disclaimer: I don't at this time own any published work of Sega or JK Rowling, if I did I'd gut the current Sonic fandom and only allow literate people to contribute cutting the fandom back by 90% and improving the quality by the same percentage.

Author Note: That moment you think you've been spelling the title wrong the entire time then realise you can get away with it because it's actually the American spelling.

Harry James Potter could now run super fast like Sonic the Hedgehog but like his idol had no desire to be bothered about it, it was just something he could do.
But still he wondered what it would be like to have friends like in the comics he read, what was it the teacher a school called them?
Character foils, Archetypes or something like that?
And they'd go on adventures and save the world, though what this world needed saving from he really had no clue.
Even if something did happen there was no guarantee that he would be involved and even if he was, would he be obligated to do anything?
'Forget about it, you created that stupid contraption in the first place why should I have to go about cleaning up your messes!'
Harry tied his best to ignore the loneliness gnawing in his heart, It was not like there were any people like him in this world anyway.

Far away in a Secret Underground Research Laboratory an alarm blared.

"We have a problem" Stated a cloaked figure.
"A serious problem" affirmed the second identical figure.
"Wish magic!" A third identical cloaked figure threw up its arms in frustration and began to rant "I hate wish magic, it all starts out so innocently then some idiot magic child takes War of the Worlds for truth and everyone's suddenly fighting aliens."
"There goes the Statute of Secrecy again" one figure muttered to a smattering of groans.
"Any changes to our reality have anchored themselves already, damn it." The first figure affirmed grimly.
"More than half the prophesy spheres in the department have shattered into pieces, new ones are springing up like grass." Another unknown reported.
"We're all going to die" another one uttered hopelessly only to be smacked on the back of the head by the second figure.
"Man up Owl, you're an Unspeakable now, not a rookie." The Unspeakable known only as Owl merely rubbed his aching head through the hooded cowl.
"What do we do now boss?"
All gazes turned to the Head Unspeakable.
"Prepare, I want those Norwegian grain hoarders jealous of our paranoia"
"Prepare for what, sir" queried Owl still rubbing his aching head.
"Nothing less than Armageddon, there is a reason mind reading isn't used on children, a child's mind is a dangerous place, more so when imposed on reality."

Back in Surrey Harry resumed his browsing of comics in Mrs Figg's house.
If he, Harry were theoretically a hero, what sort of friends would he want to have?
The determined hammer happy Amy-Rose with a heart of gold?
The lone echidna Knuckles with a duty so heavy nations would break beneath its weight?
Rotor the technical minded walrus with the ingenuity to design almost anything?
Antoine D'Coolette son of a soldier trying desperately to fill his father's shoes?
Maybe Tails, the child with a heart of gold, one of the main reasons Sonic kept fighting?
Bunnie Rabbot who had still moved forward even after losing her arm and legs in a traumatising way?
And to be friends with royalty like Princess Sally Acorn, albeit temporarily deposed sounded like a real adventure and the others were just as interesting!
Shadow the Hedgehog, with his chequered history that had checkers.
Rouge the Bat a skilled and cunning jewel thief.
E-123 Omega Defying his "Nature" to fight against his creator.
Vector the crocodile a big bite with a bigger heart.
Charmy the Bee goofball detective or Prince of the Golden Hive Colony?
Espio the Chameleon a stealthy invisible shuriken slinging ninja.
And there were so many more too, too many to name, that Harry really couldn't decide.
"Even just the one would be nice.." the boy mused aloud, someone to come back to or travel with.
Running didn't stop isolations effects it only enhanced it.
Harry's expression hardened a unusually expression on the usually whimsical child's face "Right that's it! Forget this place I'm going travelling!"
Far away in a Secret Underground Research Laboratory something exploded, again, for the tenth time.
"DAMN IT!"