Previously, On Harry Potter, X-man, Tesla A/N: I stole that line from the cartoon! c(:
In a secret underground facility under a mansion in a small rural community in New York, a bald man took off a strange helmet with cables attached to it. He smiled and turned to his companion. "I've found another one, a very powerful one. We need to leave immediately."
Harry sat there, in his cupboard, contemplating what had just happened. Somehow, he had managed to defend himself from Dudley, and actually hurt the boy, without getting into too much trouble! Oh, he was not naive enough to think that there wouldn't be repercussions later, but at the moment, all that had been done was he had been forced into his room! This was an unprecedented occurrence!
Of course, him hurting Dudley was unprecedented also. Along with electricity flowing down his arms. He looked curiously at them for a minute. He could still feel that power flowing within him, waiting to be called on. Out of curiosity, he reached inwardly and felt it touch him. He only barely rubbed to surface of the energy, but arcs of electricity sparked along his arms and between his fingers. Curious, he reached further down, feeling more of the power with himself. The arcs increased in size and brightness, and started trailing further up his arms as he did so.
Harry smiled at the result. He didn't know much about electricity, after all, he was just six years old, but he had seen lightning in some of the summer storms they had. During the first time he had seen such a storm, he had been forced to work in the garden by the Dursleys who "Don't care if you get soaked or not as long as you get your chores done!" He had been working, pulling out weeds from the garden, when a bright flash caught his attention. He looked, but couldn't see where it had come from, but then heard a giant rumble, something like what he heard when Dudley fell down in his room while Harry was on the ground floor. The sound seemed to come from everywhere at once. It was loud and powerful, and gave Harry a strange feeling. He looked up to the sky, wondering what it could be, and when it would stop raining when he saw it.
There, past Privet Drive, a great bright light lit up the dark clouds. It's shape reminded him of the scar on his forehead he had gotten when his parents died in a car crash, but it was bigger, and more jagged. He stared, fascinated, at the strange light, and when it faded from his vision, he heard that great rumbling sound again. He was awed at the sight and sound, the whole experience of being in the middle of something greater than himself, greater than anything that he had ever known. This was something that was amazing, natural and yet unnatural, something the Dursleys had no control over.
He later learned what that was, the thunderstorm. He had learned that it was dangerous to be outside during that, because the lightning could strike and kill you. He briefly wondered if he hadn't accidentally killed Dudley with lightning, but dismissed the idea. Dudley had been rolling in pain on the floor, not dead. Besides, after he had thought that, he could hear the Dursleys car start and quickly speed down the road. Probably taking him to a doctor so Harry's freakishness didn't hurt him.
Harry smiled at yet another realization. He was a freak! Why did he smile at this? Because now he had a reason that the Dursleys hated him! It made sense now! If he could do something he had never seen anyone else do, then he was different! It made him special, and made him feel better about himself. Now that he knew why they hated him, he could get past it, and focus on himself and what he wanted to be, rather than what they wanted of him.
So, since Harry was stuck with this realization (and was also stuck in a cupboard), he decided to experiment. He knew that as he drew on the power, the electricity grew, but there was so much potential for everything else! First, he decided he should figure out what the effects the electricity had on other things. Obviously he knew that it could hurt people, Dudley had been testament to that, and that it could make other electrical things do stuff or explode, but what about his cupboard door for example?
Harry placed his hands on the door, and let the electricity that was flowing down his arms flow into the door. At first, there was no reaction, but after a few seconds, Harry could smell something burning. After he noticed the smell, he saw little flames burst out on the door in the space between his hands. Harry jumped back, shocked at what he had done. He didn't want to start a fire in a room this size! Especially seeing as he was locked inside!
Trying to put out the small fire, Harry grabbed his meager blanket off his cot and started beating the flames down. He got it under control eventually, although he didn't know what the Dursleys would say about the door or blanket, both covered in burns and ash. Unfortunately, the door itself was still firmly attached to the wall, meaning Harry was still sealed in. However, the incident made Harry think. When Dudley had touched him, he not only had shaken, but had been thrown back. The burning on the door would be similar to the electricity coursing through Dudley, but how could he apply a force like the one that had thrown his whale of a cousin? If he could figure that out, maybe he could break out of his cupboard and leave before the Dursleys got back! Then they couldn't beat him because he would be out of there!
Of course, Harry's six-year-old mind wasn't thinking about what he would do when he ran away from the Dursleys, just about getting as far away from certain pain and punishment that was inevitable. So, Harry thought about what he had done each time he used his power. First, when he had fended off Dudley, it had been instinctual, just a desire for him not to get hit, and then Dudley had ended up on the ground. Harry had assumed that Dudley had touched him and been shocked, but now that he tried to recall the incident, he never remembered feeling Dudley touch him at all.
So maybe Harry somehow shot his electricity at Dudley. It seemed to be a reasonable explanation. After all, he had seen lightning go from the sky to the ground, maybe he had done something like that. So, figuring it had worked for Dudley, he decided to give it a try on his door. Harry reached into his power, making his arms glow again, but this time, he reached even deeper. Soon, the electricity was reaching past his arms, and had reached his shoulders. As he kept digging into the power, the arcs spread across his whole body, from his feet to his head, making his unruly hair even more wild and making the cupboard bright from the glow. Harry focused on the power gathering and tried to "force" it out from his hands. What he got was unexpected.
Harry had been hoping that he would leave at least a dent, maybe actually at least open the door. He didn't consider that he might actually make the door blow off its hinges! He stood there, awed for a moment as his power receded, but this time it didn't fade, his hands still had arcs of electricity sparking across them. He didn't notice this however, as he made his way to the door, which was currently laying on the living room floor.
The door was smoking, and it was not hard to see why. Not only were Harry's previous attempts visible, but there was a circular hole, about 30 centimeters across, that was blackened around the edges. Harry looked at it in fascination, but then looked up and saw a whole the same size was cut into the wall directly across from the cupboard. His lightning strike had cut clean through the door and then the wall, which was 5 meters away!
At first, Harry just stood there looking at it, before a grin swept over his features. Still grinning, he made his way to the entry way of the house, stopped by the door, turned around, looking at the interior of the house for the last time. He opened the door, looked both ways, and walked down the street, determined to never set foot on Privet Drive again, not if he could help it.
Meanwhile, the bald man was sitting in a jet, speeding it's way across the Atlantic Ocean. He was contemplating the brief flash he had gotten about the new mutant from Cerebro. It had been short, but he had sensed the poor child was in danger, afraid and angry. He was worried about what would happen to him. "Charles?" His companion called from the pilot seat. "We're approaching England. Where did you say this boy was?"
"When Cerebro got the reading, he was in a small suburb, the address was 4 Privet Drive, Surrey, which is southwest of London. But I doubt he is there at the moment Ororo." He said absently.
"And why exactly is that?" Ororo asked, a curious tone in her voice.
"I am afraid that his powers activated in a moment of need," Charles answered gravely.
"Oh dear," was all that was said as the planes speed slightly increased.
Meanwhile, in a remote castle in Scotland, several silver instruments stopped whirling and emitting puffs of smoke, and some had sparks running across the surface until they ceased to function. Portraits above a regal desk took careful note of what was happening, but the only usual living occupant was away for the summer holidays. They would just have to wait until he returned to let him know what had happened.
A/N: Okay! Chapter two is up and Harry discovers more about his power and escapes from the Dursleys! Xaiver's companion is revealed, Dumbledores wards are down, Harry's power is interferring with anything else, and we are left to wait and find out what happens next! Thanks to all who reviewed! Also, to ReynardKitsune, I was going to try to introduce everyone at the same time as the tv show, but the problem with that is then Harry will not have anyone his own age. (I plan on making him either the same age, or only slightly older than Kurt/Nightcrawler). Maybe I will bring in Nightcrawler a little earlier then.