Disclaimer: All rights belong to J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series, and Dan Schneider, creator of iCarly.

Warnings: hints of violence (nothing graphic)

Notes: Written for the Harry Potter Chapter Comp: Accidental magic or someone punished harshly; 5, 10, 20, 50, 70, 100 Fandoms Chall: iCarly, The If You Dare Chall: 806 - Deep Roots, and the Lottery Comp: 13 Snow/ 15 Cry/ 24 Despair/ 25 Emerald/ 49 Chocolate

Ice Cream Vs. Cupcakes

Harry stuck closely to his family as they moved from store to store but didn't go so far as to hold onto his aunt's dress, or worse, hand. He learned that lesson years ago. He was not very keen on getting lost in Seattle of all places. It would be almost impossible finding the Dursleys, especially if they went back to England without his knowledge. There was a close call at the airport, and Harry didn't want to risk it again.

"Jealous, Potty?" Dudley jeered, holding out a cone swirled deliciously with chocolate ice cream topped with cheerful sprinkles to boot.

"Bet you want some, huh? But you can't have any!" Dudley stuck out his tongue at him before laughing loudly at Harry's sour expression.

He exhaled through his nose sharply, trying to contain his frustration, doing his best to ignore his cousin when Dudley proceeded to shove his shoulder roughly. Harry glared at him when he kept repeatedly harassing him.

"Huh, huh, you mad? Huh?" Each word was punctuated with a shove, and suddenly the ice cream cone moved by itself, pushing the creamy, cold as snow goodness onto Dudley's face, creating a dripping mess that started at his nose. The two froze for a second, processing what had just happened.

"Daddy!" Dudley wailed, pointing accusingly at Harry who tenses up as pure fear ran invaded his body.

Wide green eyes knew the exact moment when his uncle turned around, taking in a red with embarrassment son and his freak of a nephew. It didn't take long for Vernon to immediately blame one of the two. As he stomped toward them menacingly, Harry had no choice but to stand there, deeply rooted to the spot with fear. He barely registered the smug look his cousin threw him.

When Vernon clamped onto the back of his neck and shook him violently, Harry's mouth dropped open, arms reaching up to stop the thrashing in vain. He was a rag doll, helpless in the hands of his uncle, despair clinging to him as severely as the appendage around his neck.

"Stop, sir! That is no way to treat a child!"

Spencer had been walking with his sweet little sister on this fine Seattle morning, which meant it was overcast. At least it wasn't raining, right? It only looked like the sky was about to cry. So, everyday really. They don't usually come to this area since it was mostly targeted toward tourists, so the prices were generally way overpriced. But this was where Carly's favorite cupcakes were, and he'd be darned if she didn't get any. With a box of elegantly decorated cupcakes in one hand and his sister's in the other, Spencer was prepared to roller-blade home when yelling caught his attention.

A purple man was towering before a small child, looking to be prepared to throttle the poor kid. He was a bit reluctant to get involved in a domestic problem, but it seemed like it was going to get out of hand real fast. Plus, no one else was going to step in, he thought, seeing people only glancing once and walking past without a care.

He handed his sister the pink box, patting her head. "Stay here, Carly."

With that said, he lifted his right leg and pushed off the ground, skating toward the two.

"Stop, sir! That is no way to treat a child!"

The man looked up, sneering slightly at him. His complexion reminded Spencer greatly of a radish. It had a reddish, purple-y tint to it.

Spencer let out a startled yell when he crashed into the fat man, knocking both of them over, effectively cutting off the hold he had on the boy, but that could have gone infinitely better. He really shouldn't be distracted by the hue of a person when he was roller-blading. Seattle would be so much safer that way. Didn't need to start a road-block. Again.

"Get off me!" the man hollered, pushing Spencer away.

"Sorry," he pulled himself up, offering his hand only to have it ignored. He waved to the boy staring at him in shock.

"What do you want," Vernon stared at him warily as he dusted himself off.

"Well, I saw you," Spencer had a strangling motion with his hands, "to this poor kid, so I thought I should get involved."

"I don't see how this is any of your business, so get lost."

"Excuse me, I am a citizen of Seattle, and I will not tolerate this on my turf." Spencer put his hands on his hips, staring down the man.

"Leave, or I'll call the police," Vernon threatened, taking out his cellphone.

Spencer looked down, feeling a hand clutch at his shirt desperately, meeting pleading emerald eyes. Something about the kid reminded him of his sister, and he loved his sister. That small sad frown was enough to pull at his heartstrings, renewing his desire to one-up this man.

"Go ahead, I'm a lawyer. I'll sue you," Spencer sincerely hoped that he didn't call him out on his bluff. Sure, he attended law school. For three days.

"Vernon," a lady with a permanently pinched face tugged on the man's arm, nervous at the growing stares, "just leave the freak with him."

The husband scowled gruffly but nodded, dragging away his skeletal wife and equally obese son. Spencer didn't move until they disappeared from sight.

"Hey, kid!" he bent over. "My name's Spencer, what's yours?"

"Harry," the boy blinked at him, twisting his hands shyly.

"So, Harry, how do you feel about living with me? I mean, it's totally cool if you don't, but, yeah. We could just go the police and they'll know what to do."

Harry shook his head.

"Uhh, so you want to stay with me?"

A nod.

"Cool," Spencer grinned. "I always wanted a brother. I have a little sister. Her name's Carly. You'll love her just as much I do. She's a little bit younger than you, but I'm sure you'll get along fine."

"You want to meet her?"

Another nod.

"All right! To the cupcakes!" Spencer suddenly grabbed Harry who clutched his arms in surprise. He maneuvered the child until he was situated against him back, arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He made a strangled sound. "Choking! Choking! Too tight!"

The hold loosened but was still secure. Almost as if Harry was afraid he'd drop him.

We gotta work on these trust issues then, Spencer thought. Oh well, one step at a time.

I prefer cupcakes :P - Aldira~