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" I finally did it I managed to leave my relatives's home!"
Harry had just walked out of his relatives' home with all his belongings in a bag. He had nowhere else to go, but he felt a strange sense of freedom and excitement. He started walking aimlessly, not knowing where to go, but his feet eventually led him to his old primary school playground.
As Harry stood there, looking around at the familiar surroundings, he wondered where he was going to live now. He didn't have any family or friends who could take him in, and he couldn't afford to live on his own.
Suddenly, Harry noticed two elderly people coming towards him. As they got closer, he recognized them as the O'Brien . His heart skipped a beat, and he felt a rush of emotions wash over him.
The O' Brien family consisting of Liam and Anne O'Brien who worked at Harry's primary . O'Brien was Harry's primary school teacher and helped him cope with his difficult childhood. Despite his troubled past, Mrs. O'Brien saw the potential in Harry and treated him like a son, showing him kindness and compassion when he needed it most. She did not believe any of the tales of Harry being a troublemaker and always gave him the benefit of the doubt.
Mr. O'Brien first met Harry when he was in primary school, and he quickly recognized the boy's natural athletic ability. He didn't believe the tales about Harry being a troublemaker just like his wife.
Mrs. O'Brien is a well-dressed woman who always wears her hair in a neat bun. She is short and thin, with a kind face and bright blue eyes dressed in a summer dress.
"Harry?" Mrs. O'Brien said, her voice full of surprise. " Harry Potter ? Is that really you?"
Harry could see the stunned looks on their faces as they took in his appearance. He knew he looked different , with hand me down clothes and unkempt hair, but he couldn't help feeling embarrassed.
"It's me," Harry said, his voice cracking. "I, uh, I didn't know where else to go."
Mr. O'Brien is a tall, broad-shouldered man with salt-and-pepper hair and a neatly-trimmed beard. His eyes are a bright green, and he has a kind, fatherly face that often looks stern but always beams with pride when he talks about his former students. He has a few wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes, a testament to both his age and his many years spent coaching high school sports. He is wearing a white button shirt , green slacks and brown dress shoes.
Mr. O'Brien put a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "Come with us, Harry. We'll take care of you."
Harry felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had forgotten how kind and generous the O'Briens were.
"Thank you," he said, his eyes filling with tears. "Thank you so much."
As they walked together towards the O'Briens' home, Harry couldn't believe his luck. He had no idea where his life was headed, but he knew that he was not alone anymore. With the O'Briens by his side, he felt like he could face anything.
Meanwhile, Lynda the goth girl is walking home at night but her mind is still on the event that take place at the library with the boy named Harry saved her from Dudley and his gang. Lynda couldn't believe what had just happened.. She had been walking home from the store when she noticed Dudley and his gang following her, calling her names and taunting her. Lynda knew she was in trouble, as she had never been able to stand up for herself. She tried to quicken her pace, but soon felt them closing in on her when she made her way to the library.
Just when she thought they were going to attack, Harry appeared seemingly out of nowhere, moving with an unnatural agility that stunned both her and the bullies. Harry quickly defeated the bullies with ease.
Lynda found herself instinctively heading towards the abandoned house she had been living in. It wasn't ideal, but it was the only place she felt safe. She held up her hand that red with energy and the door opened up.
As she stepped inside, she was greeted by a musty smell and the sound of rodents scurrying away. The floorboards creaked beneath her weight, and the peeling wallpaper gave her a sense of foreboding. But Lynda didn't have anywhere else to go, and she was determined to make the best of it.
Lynda muttered," Who are you Harry Potter ?" She wonders about the mysterious Harry Potter.
As she settled into her new home, Lynda's mind continued to wander back to Harry. She couldn't believe how effortlessly he had defeated Dudley and his gang. His movements were almost inhuman, and she couldn't help but wonder if he had some kind of special power.
She couldn't help but feel curious. She wondered what else Harry was capable of, and if there were others like him out there. She heard about somethings likes Triggers that happened in the States in Brockton Bay.
As she lay down to sleep, Lynda couldn't shake the feeling that Harry was meant for something bigger. She didn't know what his future held, but she knew that he was someone special. Someone who could make a real difference in the world.
In the guest room of the O'Brien is wearing a white t shirt that fits him well and some pajams bottoms putting his hand me down in the dresser. Harry let out a sigh of relief as he couldn't believe his old two favorite teachers of primary school or primary hell came to his rescue.
Harry spoke,'' Its not that I am not happy to see them but I am afraid of them finding out that I have magic and spider powers so I need to keep them a secret."He doesn't want his two favorite teachers to know about his magical heritage or his newly found spider powers.
" Harry Dinner !"
Mrs. O'Brien's voice called out from the kitchen, interrupting Harry's thoughts. He quickly composed himself and made his way to the dining room.
As he entered the dining room, Harry was hit with the delicious smells of homemade food. Mrs. O'Brien had prepared his favorite dish, shepherd's pie.
"Sit down, Harry," Mrs. O'Brien said, motioning to the empty seat at the table. "We've been waiting for you."
Mrs. O'Brien gave Harry a warm smile and poured him a glass of water. "How was your day?"
Harry spoke," It was alright Mr. O'Brien." he smiled at his former gym teacher with a warm smile.
Mr. O'Brien looked at his Harry's new athletic build with a surprised expression as he recalled Harry was bit on the skinny side when he was younger.
Mr. Brien spoke,'' You to be in good shape lad. How did you achieve you physique." He looked at Harry with a curious gleam.
Harry looked hesitant about how he gain his newly gain muscles but he says," Well I been playing a sport at my new school and my team capitan is a workout fanatic." It wasn't a total lie as Oliver Wood is workout fanatic.
Mr. O'Brien nodded with approval. "That's great, Harry. It's good to see you staying active and healthy."
Mrs. O' Brien asked," Boarding School ? You go to a boarding school Harry dear ?" She looked at her former student with a curious and excited expression.
Mr. Brien perked up and he asked," Boarding school ? You are in a boarding school now son ?"
Harry spoke,' Yes sir. It not a well known as it was the one my parents go to and it located in Scotland." He spoke half truthful to his two favorite teachers as he tried to hold the magical part of it.
Mr O'.Brien spoke,'' I bet your relatives realized that you are a special and they will stop trying to make it seem you are burden.'' He looked at Harry with pride in his eyes as he heard his wife student is in a boarding school.
Harry snorted," I highly doubt that sir as my dear aunt and Uncle spread rumors about me going to a school called St Brutus's Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys to their neighbors." He rolled his eyes his relatives lies and he looked up the school only to find out that doesn't exist.
Mrs. O'Brien's face turned red with anger. "That's horrible, Harry! How could they do such a thing?"
Mr. O'Brien's expression was equally appalled. "That's an absolutely despicable thing to do to a child. I'm so sorry, Harry."
Harry sighed and pinched his nose as he say," It good thing I got out of that house." He sighed in relief.
Mrs. and Mr O' Brien looked surprised by his statement that he left his relatives home causing them to get concern.
Mrs . O'Brien asked," You left your relatives house . Harry ?" She looked at Harry with a look of concern and worry.
Harry spoke," Yes Mrs. O'Brien. I left my relatives home due to me reaching my wit's end with them." He sighed with annoyance as he finally decided to to leave the hell hole that is fourth Private Drive.
Mr. O 'Brien asked," Why did you leave your relatives's home Harry ?" He looked at Harry with a concern look.
Harry spoke," Well sir it all started where Dudley and his goons were attacking this girl at the library and I stepped in to ward off the bullies. The Libriran called the police and Dudley and his friends got arrested. When I went to my relatives's home Vernon accused me of setting up Dudley." He rolled his eyes as Harry told them about his departure from his relatives' home and how he ended up back at the primary school playground. He left out the part about his magic and spider powers, knowing they wouldn't understand.
Mrs. O'Brien's eyes widened in shock. "Oh, Harry, that's terrible. I'm so sorry you had to go through that."
Mr. O'Brien sat back in his chair, crossing his arms thoughtfully. "Well, Harry, you're always welcome to stay with us. We'll do whatever we can to help you."
Harry felt a lump form in his throat. He was overwhelmed by their kindness and generosity.
"Thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you so much."
As they ate, Harry couldn't help but feel grateful for the O'Brien and their kindness. He felt like he had a real family now, and he vowed to do whatever he could to repay them.
After dinner, Harry helped Mrs. O'Brien with the dishes and then retired to his guest room for the night. As he lay in bed, he couldn't help but feel hopeful for the first time in a long time. Harry thought about his next move.
" Okay I found a place to sleep but how would I get to Hogwarts ? In fact why would I wish to return back to that place when they see me nothing but an attention seeker liar."
Harry was having some doubts of returning to the wizarding world since he put his body and life on the lines for people who would say he is a hero next he is dark lord or an attention seeker. His friends are not communicating with him and his godfather is not responding to his letters.
Harry muttered," Perhaps I should just leave the wizarding world and try to live a normal life in the Muggle world.'' He thought living in the muggle world would be more appealing since he grew up in it however he is a wizard and he will feel out of place.
" Perhaps I am way over my head thinking about this."
Note : Here is the fifth chapter of Harry in Age of Marvel and we see Harry trying to find a place to rest but he ends up meeting his two former teachers from his youth. Lynda has some powers and she is wondering about hero. I am thinking of doing some arcs for the story that will fit a kinda superhero story and I wonder when should Harry his costume. I am thinking of Harry making some new friends.