So guess what? Philly's got another idea! So I had an idea that was inspired by the video made by the SuperCarlinBrothers that threw a theory out there on how the Incredibles and the rest of the Supers got their powers. Trust me, it's an interesting watch and I recommend it since it does all make sense in a way. I mean it would explain why Dash was able to get away with putting a tack on his teacher's chair and the teacher not considering superpowers since there were no child Supers. It all comes down to the US government in this alternate reality giving a select group of people superpowers to fight crime as some experimental well... experiment. I won't go too much into it as I think it deserves a watch, see it here (watch?v=Z3Hv7fxnCJg). But anyway this is the idea I got from it as it was inspired by this theory.
"But where does this idea for the story come into play?" I hear you ask. Well it stems from a series of events that I will start to explain in the first few paragraphs but I'll summarize it here: Harry becomes a plant in the school that Violet Parr attends as a pair of eyes to watch the Parr family and to keep their identities a secret. That's it. That's the whole idea. In retrospect not a bad set-up.
One thing that I'm chalking up to creative liberty is placing the plot during the 90's as it's never fully established what decade the movie actually is set in. Reason? When looking at the art style of the pre-Relocation Act Metroville you see that it resembles 1950's to late 1960's architecture, those of us who have played Fallout 3 and 4 can confirm that as it does look similar. The other reason is the technology. First, you have tablets, computers, ROBOTS, and the cars. The first tablet didn't come out commercially until 2001 so it'd be safe to assume that with the funding that Syndrome has he'd have some of the first ones. There's a computer in Bob's insurance office cubicle, the computer itself looks like a Windows or IBM model used for business, those of us that grew up in the mid to late 90's might have had parents that did these kinds of jobs where computers were required. Robots? Well, that's self-explanatory. The cars as well that are shown in the traffic jam scene look to be from the late 80's to early 90's in model design; cars during that time were very boxy. So when you look at it, it does make sense in a way just from visual clues.
Rating: T – There is a possible chance of upping the rating to M in the future should I continue this, but for the sake of this pilot specifically will be closer to a rating of K+ to T.
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my copy of MS Word and my laptop. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, Scholastic Books, and the Warner Brothers. The Incredibles belongs to Disney and Pixar. I am not making a single cent off of this.
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"Talking."
'Thoughts.'
{Optional Music}
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Undisclosed location. Six months after the Omnidroid incident.
A young man, still in his mid-teens, sat in a chair handcuffed behind his back with a sack on his head. To say that he was scared was obvious, to say the least as his breathing was erratic as a panicked person's would be. He sat in the room for an unknown amount of time, but it felt like hours. Then, without warning the sack was removed quickly exposing the teen to the bright light in the room to which he squinted, trying to find out where he was.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," a man with a gravelly voice said as the handcuffs were released. "Sorry, I would have been here sooner but there ain't no rest for the wicked."
"Who are you? Why am I here? How did I get here?" the teen asked.
The man ignored the black haired, green eyed teen as he opened a manila folder. "Harrison James Potter, age fifteen. Born July 31, 1981, son of Jameson Charlus Potter and Lillian Rose Potter nee Evans, died July 30, 1996, by order of the Ministry of Magic for the murder of Cedric Diggory; or at least that's the official record. But we both know that didn't happen, you were just a convenient scapegoat."
"What do you want?"
"Why, you of course. As of early this morning in the Daily Prophet your execution was announced and now the young man known as Harry Potter no longer exists."
"Why am I here instead of Azkaban?"
"A few agents inside of MI-6 still owe us a few favors from a decade or two ago when we assisted a few of their agents; after all creating a homunculus with simulated emotions that you'd have and replacing it with you and getting out of the country undetected is not a small order."
"But who are you?"
"I am Agent Rick Dicker with the CIA."
Harry stiffened at what a spy agency would want with him. "Why would the CIA be interested in me?"
The man leaned forward and folded his hands on his desk. "Tell me, what do you know about the Supers?" he asked.
Harry remembered back to primary school where once a week they'd yeah about different topics. "They were a group of men and women with super powers that popped up around twenty-five to thirty years ago that fought crime as vigilantes then roughly twenty years ago they went into hiding with the creation of the Superhero Relocation Act," he recited.
"And do you recall the age of the youngest Super?"
"The youngest was a young woman who was seventeen, almost eighteen at the time they all started showing up."
"And why is that? Why aren't there any pint-sized child Supers or teens still in high school running about at that time?" the agent asked.
Harry was dumbfounded at the question. Accidental magic exposure was taken care of by the Ministry and their Obliviators, surely if there was a super powered child someone would have noticed and news of them would have spread like wildfire, especially with journalists. "I honestly have no idea, sir."
"That's because we created them, the Supers. We collected our best and brightest everywhere from different military branches, sister agencies, and our own agency and manipulated their DNA to allow them to develop super powers."
"Why?"
"The decision was twofold. The first was to eliminate crime and prevent as many disasters, both manmade and natural, as possible. The second was both a deterrent and contingency against both Soviet Russia and Communist China; if they decided to invade they'd have to fight through superhumans able to take on entire platoons of grunts and armored vehicles without breaking a sweat."
"You're using them as weapons!" Harry shouted angrily.
The agent held up his hand to stop Harry. "We are, but they all chose of their own free will to be so if called upon, we had those opt out because of that; so far we haven't had to activate any retired Supers to fill the role of a soldier. Luckily that agreement they signed will not pass on to their children."
"Their children?" Harry asked confusedly.
"Tell me, what happens when a wizard and witch have a baby together?"
"The child will also be a witch or wizard."
"Wouldn't it also be the same with Supers and their children?" the agent questioned.
"I suppose," Harry relented. "What does this have to do with anything?"
"We at the CIA have a job specifically suited for you."
"Why should I even consider it?" Harry asked as he leaned back in his chair.
"Because you have nothing. You've been burned. You have no cash as it's been repossessed by the British Ministry of Magic, you don't have parents and even then they didn't have credit or a job history to speak of. If you refuse this offer you'll most likely be living in the streets of you're lucky. Everyone you ever knew believes you're dead so you cannot rely on them unless you wish to die for real for using 'Dark Magic' believing that you returned from the dead. So, in the end, you don't really have a choice." (1)
"You're blackmailing me!?" Harry exclaimed.
"No," the agent calmly replied. "I am just giving you the reality of the situation. Technically you do have a choice, though not accepting our offer will lead to a negative outcome for you in the long term and us in the short term." Dicker sighed. "The thing is kid, you've received an opportunity that not many people get the chance to receive."
"The chance to have nothing?" Harry sarcastically replied.
"No, the chance for a second chance. The chance to do your life again the way YOU want to. We know what you went through for the last fifteen years; some of our more seasoned analysts were disturbed, to say the least in the discovery of your treatment. Further investigations initiated by MI-6 showed that your parents' will was suppressed by order of Albus Dumbledore, for what reason we do not know. What we do know is that you were being manipulated, controlled since you were a toddler; again for what purpose, we do not know."
"So what do you want?" Harry growled.
"It's a very simple job. Remember how I told you that Supers that end up together will now than likely have children with superhuman abilities?" Harry nodded. "There's a family of Supers in Metroville that we need to keep an eye on, not because we fear they might go rogue, but their civilian identities being exposed after a slip-up. We want you to prevent such a thing."
"And how would I do that?" Harry asked. "In case you didn't know, before I was 'executed' my magic was permanently sealed off to prevent me from escaping," he said as he held up an arm that had symbols of various old languages including Egyptian, Greek, Latin, Japanese, and Chinese characters, letters, and words etched into his wrist leaving scars in the rough shape of a bracelet that one might receive from a cult, marking him forever.
Dicker opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a glass canister roughly the size of a soda can that had two tubes running through it that swirled around it similarly to how a model of a double helix model looked and set it on his desk in front of Harry. "In case you've forgotten, we were the ones that created the Supers. This serum, if you choose to accept it, will give you a superhuman ability that might even transcend the abilities that you had as a mage. So the question becomes, will you accept it?"
Harry thought for a moment, considering what he was being offered. "What will I get?"
"We don't know," Dicker honestly answered. "Every Super was different and during the initial stages of the program there were pools on what powers everyone would get," he mused, remembering the old days. "So, Mr. Potter, will you accept?" he asked as he held out his hand for a handshake.
During this entire exchange, he had been considering his options. He didn't have magic so he couldn't 'magic' himself up a home or shelter, he couldn't transfigure pebbles or trash into coins to buy things for because of the lack of magic. He had no money as all of it was repossessed by the Ministry. All of his friends thought he was dead, and those that he exposed himself to as not being dead might kill him on the principle of being a Dark Wizard using Dark Magic. Dicker was right, he had no other options. "What payment or amenities would be provided if I said yes?" Harry asked.
"You would have a house in the same neighborhood as the family in question, you'd have a new name and cover story including a 'father' that will be traveling out of the country doing business deals, who will be one of our agents should a face to face meeting be needed. You will be paid a yearly salary, as all agents are, you'd have access to a discretionary fund, and a line straight to my office as this is my op," Dicker replied.
"I accept, on the condition that I keep my first name as Harry," Harry replied holding his hand out.
Dicker grabbed and shook it, sealing the deal. "I'm sure our records department will find a way around that."
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Later...
Pain, all he knew was pain. Not physical, but mental pain. Harry had a migraine headache of which he would find an appropriate analogy or idiom for if he could think clearly for one measly minute! Oh, he had gotten a super power alright, telepathy. He could hear every thought from everyone in a thousand yard radius in all directions. The nurse next to him about to inject his IV line with some narcotic to knock him out thinking on how her date was ruined for the night. Dicker feeling guilty about the kid he just hired being in agonizing pain as he watched from outside the room though the observation glass. And the MP that was holding him down a minute ago so that the nurse could get to the IV was thrown away thinking "oh shit" as Harry threw him back with another power: telekinesis. If it weren't for the fact that he was in pain and was about to be TKO'd for a while he'd be overjoyed at one of his childhood dreams of becoming a Jedi coming true. The next feeling he knew was the sweet bliss of consciousness.
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One year later. Metroville High School.
It had been an... interesting year for Harry. He had been trained in the ways of spy craft: how to follow a target silently without their noticing, how to disassemble and reassemble every weapon currently on the market for both military and civilian variants, how to break into safes, how to hack civilian computers, how to create a rock solid cover story, how to seduce women, and a multitude of martial arts. Through with the last one, he cheated with his telepathy to know what move his opponent was going to use next and counter it. He also learned, primarily by himself, how to use his telekinesis and telepathy. He did get help though by the way of a lead-lined beanie, of which the lead was wrapped in ballistic fiber, that he was wearing that would keep the thoughts of others out; he could take it off for a short time, but the time depended on how noisy other peoples' minds were in their thoughts, after that he would get a migraine that would increase in strength and pain until he put it back on. It was expected this would be the new norm until he could ignore the thoughts of others and focus only on his own He remembered back to the briefing a week ago in Dicker's office.
[Flashback]
Dicker's office, Washington D.C.
Harry sat on the chair in front of his boss waiting for him to start the briefing. "Mr. Callahan," Dicker said as he entered the room and sat in his chair, "how's the mind reading?"
"It's getting better, sir. The dampening hat helps but the occasional outside thought slips in," Harry replied.
"Good, good." He pulled out a folder and handed it to Harry. "This is the dossier on the family you've been tasked with watching." Harry opened the file to see résumés, both civilian and Super, for the two adults and power dossiers and power analysis for the three children. There was a family photo alongside a newspaper clipping showing the same family, minus the baby, fighting a giant robot. "The Parr family consists of the father Robert aka Mr. Incredible, the mother Helen aka Elastigirl, daughter Violet, son Dashiell, and baby Jack-Jack. Bob has super strength and is able to lift and throw things dozens of times, if not more, heavier than his mass. Helen can twist and contort her body into different shapes and different lengths similar to that old toy Stretch Armstrong. Violet has two abilities, the ability to turn herself invisible and the ability to project shields able to deflect most strikes and projectiles within reason."
"Reason, sir?" Harry said as he looked at Violet's file, he had to admit she did look rather beautiful.
"During the fight with the omnidroid created by Syndrome, she was able to deflect, albeit for a short time, several strikes from the droid's arms which were able to crush cars with ease. I was able to conduct a brief interview with her and she was able to easily deflect bullets away with it as well."
Harry whistled, "Impressive."
"Indeed. Dashiell, though he prefers Dash, is able to run fast enough to run on water. He tends to be a bit cocky and excitable."
"Does he play Time in a Bottle or Sweet Dreams while he runs?" Harry joked. (2)
"Cute," Dicker replied unamused. "The final member of the Parr family is Jack-Jack, and he's a complete unknown."
"Is that short for Jackson or a nickname for Jack or something?" Harry asked as that was a very unusual name.
"We never asked," he admitted dismissively.
"And how is he an unknown?"
"We don't know if his abilities are still being developed or if he's the most powerful Super of all. From the interview we for from the babysitter he was floating through walls, intangibility, he lit himself on fire and stayed that way unharmed, pyromancy, he turned himself into lead, he turned himself into a demonic baby to fight off Syndrome. We don't know if this is his power, the ability to change and alter his body or if he's still developing. He's one that you need to keep an eye on if that changes and update is in the situation."
"Objectives?"
"Infiltrate the family in any way possible: as a family friend or neighbor, use the fact you're alone while your 'dad' is overseas to your advantage; the daughter is around your age so you could try and romance her as your way in."
"Understood, sir."
[Flashback end]
Harry stood in front of the door that leads to the Biology classroom, his first class that he was late for because he had to take care of paperwork in the office, but luckily he had a hall pass. He wore a gray t-shirt with the band logo of Korn on it and wore a black leather jacket, he had his red lead-lined beanie snugly on his head, a pair of acid washed blue jeans, and a pair dark blue Converse hi-tops. He no longer had glasses on as he had received laser eye surgery to take care of his shortsightedness. His very noticeable and recognizable scar had been a little more difficult requiring surgery to cover it with a skin graft as it was a curse scar and couldn't be healed, but it could be covered. He had dyed his hair brown to make himself even more unrecognizable by anyone who knew or knew about him in his previous life.
Harry knocked on the door and waited. "Come in," a middle-aged man's voice said from the other side. Harry entered the room to see the entire class looking at him. Harry handed over his hall pass to the teacher. He read it over before saying, "So it appears we have a new student. Why don't you introduce yourself?"
Harry looked out towards the diverse class that had an even split of boys to girls. Though Harry was able to ignore most of the thoughts in the room, some were curious while others didn't care. "Sure. My name is Harrison Callahan, but if you want you can call me Harry. I'm currently sixteen and moved here about a week ago," Harry introduced himself. He made sure to use a pretty generic Midwestern accent, as that was where his persona had lived until now.
"Well now that that's out of the way, why don't you have a seat next to..." the teacher trailed as he searched the room, "...miss Parr over there."
Harry walked over to the girl that had the empty seat to her right and took a seat. He set his bag down next to the desk and extended his hand towards her, "Hi, I'm Harry."
Not much about Violet had changed from her picture that the agency had, her hair had grown out a little more, it seemed like she grew an inch or two taller, and, without sounding perverted, she seemed to be coming nicely into her own in terms of physical attractiveness sporting a desirable, symmetrical figure and face. "I'm Violet," she replied somewhat shyly as she took his hand and shook it. Sure, her confidence had been boosted since the Omnidroid incident and fight with Syndrome, but she still had some lingering insecurities that occasionally popped up from time to time, like when interacting with new people. 'He's kinda hot,' she thought to herself, unknowingly broadcasting it to Harry. To which he smirked.
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After school.
Harry and Violet had the same classes, well except for Home Ec. as Harry had opted for the Automotive repair. It was like someone had manipulated his schedule so that they had class together all day. That's probably because that is what happened. He snuck into the Principal's Office two nights ago and hacked into the network, changing his school schedule to match hers were they had the same class. While this sounded beyond creepy, he needed to be either a romantic partner or a best friend to her as part of the assignment.
Harry walked out of the school to see Violet waiting near the steps, more than likely waiting for one of her parents to pick her up. He walked down the stairs and said, "Hey."
"Oh, hi," she replied.
"I was wondering since I'm new around here if you'd be willing to show me around to any of the cool or interesting places in town this weekend."
"Umm, I already have a boyfriend."
Ah, yes. Tony Rydinger, the 'coolest' person in the school. According to the reports he had read, and after some asking around, the resident cool guy attempted to ask Violet out, but she, in turn, asked him out. If word of tongue was correct he was also a bit of a playboy as all the girls chased after him and practically threw themselves at him. He was also smug in an 'I can get away with anything because I'm so cool' way. "Well, it's not a date, just showing a fellow student new to the area."
"I'll uh, think about it," she replied with a slight blush, of which she almost lost control of her powers and turned invisible.
Harry walked out to the parking lot and found his motorcycle. He started the Suzuki model bike and placed his helmet on, sliding down the visor, before peeling out. He pulled around so he went in front of the school where it looked like Tony was grilling her about Harry, in fact, Harry could sense his jealousy. As Harry sped past both looked at him, Violet wondering who he was and Tony glaring daggers at him. 'Well it looks like things might just work in my favor after all,' Harry thought as he passed a station wagon who had Ellen Parr in the driver's seat. 'Well maybe her mother can help me out in this unknowingly.'
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Harry's house, garage. That evening.
{Paranoia, A Day to Remember} (3)
The heavy rock music of a band he didn't quite know who the artist was since he was streaming it from some database, the only constraint is that it had to be hard rock. He was currently working on his pet project, a 1970 Plymouth Cuda. It was a nice car and he had acquired it from some elderly man who was getting up there in age and wasn't able to drive as much as he would have liked and sold it to him for a bargain.
He was currently under the car working on it. Something was rattling around the last time he took it out and he was determined to figure out what was causing it. He felt a presence approaching the open garage, a not so friendly one. "If you would be so kind, I have a ¾ inch socket wrench over there in the toolbox that I need," Harry said nonchalantly, holding out his hand.
Instead of a socket wrench being placed in his hand, he was pulled out from under the car by an irate looking Tony. "Can I help you?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
"You can stay away from my girl," he, quite angrily, replied.
"I'm sorry, I've never seen you before so I have no idea who your 'girl' is."
He grabbed Harry by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up so that Tony was right in his face. "Yeah you do, that bike you got there is the same as the guy that drove by today."
"Wow, just...wow. You're accusing me of being some random guy you've never seen before based on the fact you saw someone who happens to have the same bike as me," Harry replied incredulously.
Tony dropped Harry, to which Harry landed on his feet effortlessly. "You better watch your back."
"Is that a threat?" Harry asked, his voice suddenly getting more serious.
"You better bet your ass it is," Tony growled.
Tony then felt something seize him in some sort of grip. He was completely frozen in place. Harry calmly straightened his shirt. "Some people do not take kindly to threats, like me." Harry then circled Tony, still frozen in the psychic stasis field.
"W-what did you do to me?!" he exclaimed in shock and fear.
"Something that your puny mind can't comprehend."
"Y-you're one of them, a Super!"
"No, I'm not. In fact, you're not even going to remember this conversation. Funny thing is, what you did is classified as assault, meaning technically I can press charges for trespassing and assault. However, that will be unnecessary in this case." Harry invaded Tony's mind and ripped away every memory pertaining Harry and the reason why Tony confronted Harry in the first place. He then triggered a small jealousy switch in his brain; basically, it would make him go haywire whenever he saw anyone besides Harry with Violet. It was his little way of getting back at Tony. Let chaos reign.
To be continued?
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That's all I have for this pilot. But before I take off I do have some notes for you of the numbered variety.
1. You can consider this an abridged version of the monolog from the opening from Burn Notice, one of my all-time favorite shows.
2. Those of you who have seen X-Men: Days of Futures Past and X-Men: Apocalypse will know EXACTLY what I'm referring to.
3. Give me a break on the time this song came out, I'm well aware "Paranoia" by A Day to Remember came out March 10, 2016, however I couldn't find a song that I liked from 1996 or 1997. Just run with it, it's a pilot.
But anyway I couldn't find an appropriate place to really end this for a pilot, plus I was writing the last section during my countless death respawns playing Overwatch. That and I was sort of drunk. Yay, drunk Phil! Well, let me know what you think because I got other stories to work on. You guys know what to do. See you next time.