Harry Potter had been having a tough last few days. Well, more than usual. Harry's nine years of life were always difficult. Cleaning the house, mowing the lawn, maintaining the garden, washing the dishes, doing the laundry, and anything else the Dursleys could think of. But these recent days have been difficult for two main reasons: his skin was itching badly, and his head ached something fierce.
But Harry was forced to work through it as the Dursleys made it clear in no uncertain terms that he was here to serve them and nothing more. That he is alive only because of the kindness of their hearts. Pfft, kind? Yeah right. Harry was more than aware that the way he is treated is wrong and practically illegal. But Harry was practically powerless to stop the abuse, and because of the Dursley's tales about how much of a liar he was, nobody else was going to stop the Dursleys either.
Despite all of the abuse though, Harry remained hopeful. But for now, Harry was stuck with the Dursleys. Until something changed.
Vernon was getting home after a night of drinking. He lost the deal at Grunnings and he needed some stress relief. Stark Industries had no idea what they were losing out on. But Vernon still had no idea what went wrong. The representatives just weren't interested. As Vernon was leaving the tavern, it struck him like a sledgehammer to his alcohol addled head. Him. The boy. He used his freaky powers to make his deal fail. The boy would pay!
When Vernon got home, his face was as red as a tomato, the reason was made clear when he slurred loudly "BOY! GET OUT HERE NOW!"
Harry walked in to see a familiar sight. Uncle Vernon was drunk, mad, and ready to express his violent emotions on him.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon?"
"That bearded freak was lying. They aren't going to do anything to us. They didn't before and they won't now." He slurred.
Harry said nothing, but his thoughts were moving a mile a minute. Who was the 'bearded freak?' Who were 'they?' And what did the 'bearded freak' say that 'they' would do?
Vernon continued. "You're a little monster, just like your monster parents, and look at them now! They got blown up and killed!"
Harry's thoughts seemed to pause and move in two directions. In one direction, he always knew that the Dursleys lied about how his parents died, but what did he mean by 'blown up?' In the other direction, Harry didn't care if Vernon called him a monster. He stopped caring long ago. But what could his parents have possibly done or possibly been like for them to be called monsters?!
"Now you get to join them."
Harry's thoughts hit a brick wall. Join them? Vernon is going to kill him? Harry's skin was starting to itch like crazy, but went unnoticed. Harry could tell Vernon was drunk and not in his right mind.
"He's really going to do it. He's really going to kill me!"
Vernon began to advance and grabbed Harry when he tried to run. Harry was terrified, and was more so when Vernon started to squeeze his neck with his fat hand. Harry wanted to call out but knew that Petunia and Dudley were at Pier's house. So Harry had no help and was losing air.
But then something happened. Suddenly, Harry's skin became covered in moss, vines, leaves, and other greenery. He got bigger, hulking even. As he was changing, Harry had pushed Vernon off of him and Vernon fell to the floor. Harry was terrified at first but realized that he wasn't in any pain. If anything, he felt amazing.
But then Harry realized something else: if he didn't seize this moment, he would never leave his cupboard again. So Harry stood up, looked at Vernon, and said "Monster, huh?"
Elsewhere, in Winchester, New York, an alarm was going off. A bald man in a wheelchair then approached a large computer with a helmet plugged into it. The man put on the helmet and looked at the words on the screen.
Mutant Detected
Name: Harry Potter
Age: 9 Years Old
Location: Surrey, New England
Powers: Undetermined
"Undetermined? Interesting." The bald man thought.
"Found a new one, Chuck?"
"Yes Logan, though Cerebro couldn't determine the young man's abilities." The bald man answered.
"Should we get going then?" Logan asked.
"Yes, but get Rogue first. This mutant is nine years old, and Rogue would probably have a better time relating to the young man than we would." The bald man explained.
"Alright, I'll grab her. But she probably won't be happy waking up so early."
Back in Surrey, Vernon Dursley was petrified in fear at the sight of what used to be his nephew. Though he was under the effects of ludicrous amounts of brandy, Vernon could easily understand that he was in danger. Unfortunately for him he had been drinking ALOT, so in his mind, he decided that fighting was his only option, running not occurring to him once.
So in a rage, Vernon ran towards Harry, intent on killing him. But Harry was having none of that, so Harry backhanded Vernon square in the mass of flesh that would have been Vernon's chest if Vernon wasn't so horribly overweight.
The impact sent Vernon flying back into the kitchen, landing and hitting the cabinets with his back and head. Harry got up and looked at Vernon, noticing the light amount of blood leaking from his head.
"I… killed him?"
Though it was less of a question and more of a statement. Harry knew that if he stayed he would be arrested. So he decided that he would have to leave. Harry grabbed what little possessions he had and walked out the front door. He looked back, knowing he would never see this place again.
'Good riddance.' He thought.
And Harry ran. Faster than he ever had before. Eventually, Harry was sprinting, almost leaping with each foot. He soon found himself in an alleyway in London with a building in front of him. Deciding to test himself, Harry bent his knees, and pushed off.
Harry practically flew! He went over the edge of the top of the building and landed on the roof on his feet. He was exhilarated! He peeked over the edge of the roof and looked to the alley below. He jumped to the top of a building in one bound! Harry backed away from the ledge and held a hand to his head, breathing deeply.
"Not bad, bub."
Harry turned and saw two people. One of them was a man in a yellow/orange uniform with black/blue accents. He was also wearing gloves with slots in between the knuckles. The other was a teenage girl in a green suit with shoulder guards each adorned with an X.
The man then continued with "Not bad at all."
"Who are you?"
"Name's Wolverine. This is Rogue. We're here to offer you an invitation." The man said.
"To what?"
"To our school. A place where you can learn to control your powers." Rogue said.
"Why?"
"Because you're like us. We have powers like you." Rogue answered.
"Can you show me?" Harry requested.
Wolverine lifted his fist and three metal claws slid out from between his knuckles! Suddenly the slots made a lot more sense. But after the obvious shock, Harry had to ask: "Does that hurt?"
Wolverine looked a little surprised at that, but answered.
"Yeah, but it's fine. I'm used to it." He said.
Harry simply nodded his head. Wolverine continued with the big question: "So, you coming?"
Harry couldn't find his words, so he nodded his head again.
"Well, we better tell your parents before we go."
"My parents are dead."
Wolverine wasn't sure how to respond, so Rogue chimed in with "Do you have an aunt or uncle?"
"My uncle tried to choke me to death a few minutes ago." Harry said angrily.
That got an angry look from Wolverine and a horrified gasp from Rogue.
"Don't worry then bub, you won't have to go back. Hell, you don't actually have any significant government records here, so you coming with us isn't a problem." Wolverine explained. "But before we head back to the school, we need you to change back if you can. Otherwise we might have some trouble getting you there. You're lucky it's so late and nobody's awake."
"Okay. But I might need a moment." Harry said.
"Don't worry, take your time." Rogue said.
Harry closed his eyes, and focused on changing back. The vegetation covering his body receded back, he shrunk in size, and the three big trunks on his face decreased in size until impossible to see. Luckily for everyone present, Harry retained his pants when he changed back. Unluckily for everyone, Harry's shirt was destroyed allowing everyone to see the wounds and scars courtesy of mostly Vernon and partly Dudley.
Wolverine was enraged that the recently discovered nine year old had suffered so much. He vowed to introduce Harry's unnamed uncle to his six pointed friends. Rogue wasn't doing much better. Tears formed and welled in her eyes quickly. The only thing stopping her from running up and hugging him tightly was the fact that her powers could hurt him more.
Wolverine called the Blackbird through its autopilot and they got aboard. He then told Harry that his real name was Logan and Harry introduced himself as well. He did the same to Rogue and they took off towards America. Rogue gave Harry a spare shirt kept in the back of the jet. They made it back to Winchester by eight in the morning. Harry was worried when he saw they were approaching the side of a cliff. But when the cliff side opened to reveal some form of hanger bay, Harry found himself less worried.
The three of them got out and went to the elevator. They came out to a shiny hallway, walked to a door that looked like it belonged to a bank vault, though it seemed that all of the doors in the hallway bar one were exactly the same way. They entered inside after the door opened and looked to see a medical room with what looked like a blue ape in a lab coat hanging from the ceiling. The 'ape' dropped from the ceiling, landing on his feet and asked Logan "So Logan, who is this young man, and should I know anything before we do the examination?"
"His name's Harry, he's nine, and he turns into a big walking garden. He doesn't have any records from his home, and no, not even a medical record." Logan turned to Harry. "Kid, this is Hank McCoy, we call him Beast, but he's one of the smartest guys you'll ever meet. Don't let him scare you, he's a total softy."
"I'm fine with your fur, but when you see them all, don't freak out." Harry said.
Hank looked confused but nodded his head and Harry took his shirt off. Hank froze at the scars, but got over it and the medical exam began. One hour later, they were done. Hank wrote up a dietary plan for Harry and gave him a salve for his scars. It wouldn't completely remove them, but they would help prevent infection. They all left the medical room and went to the one different looking door Harry noticed earlier. It turned out to be an elevator and they ascended to the first floor of the mansion.
The four of them went into the entrance hall in the front of the mansion and saw the assembled students at the base of the big staircase. Most of them were teenagers, but two of them were adults. One was a woman with big white hair and the other was a bald man in a wheelchair.
The bald man spoke first. "Hello Harry. My name is Charles Xavier. I started this school for children gifted with the X-Gene. The school is here to help you learn to control your unique abilities. Ororo and I were going to introduce ourselves privately, but the students have made it a sort of tradition to greet the new students like this. I hope this is okay and doesn't make you uncomfortable."
"It's alright, but I'm guessing they want to see what I can do?" Harry asked.
"Only if you are okay with it." Ororo said.
Harry said nothing. He simply pulled off his shirt, showing everyone the scars on the front of his torso, and turned into the 'big vegetable garden' as Logan had described it earlier. Everyone looked at Harry in shock, some of it was his appearance, but most of it was the scars they saw a moment ago. Harry then changed back and put his shirt back on. "D-do those scars hurt?" Asked a red headed girl when Harry was done with his shirt.
"No." Harry answered.
"Dude, did you fight a bear or something?!" Asked a black skinned boy.
"Evan!" Scolded Ororo.
"My uncle, though he was quite big, so I couldn't really fight him either way."
Everyone was stunned. Not only at the admission, but also at the carefree way Harry said it.
Logan took Harry to his room after everyone was sent away by Xavier.
"By the way, we all have code names for self defense practice. You don't need one yet, but you should put some thought into it. If you don't, you may open yourself up to jokes." Logan advised.
"Thanks." Harry replied.
"I'll leave you to it then." And Logan walked away.
Harry went in and laid on the bed. He didn't have to think for too long to figure out his code name.
"Man-Thing."
So this is a little weird, but while this is an X-Men crossover, it will include other elements from Marvel, but will also take inspiration from the cartoon X-Men Evolution.
Please keep all criticism constructive and have a wonderful day.
