Vernon Dursley was a very big man, very big and very unpleasant. He is married to a woman named Petunia who is also unpleasant and as thin as Vernon is big. Their son Dudley was the spitting image of his father in all the worst ways. He was a brute, a bully, and as round as a boulder sized beach ball. They all consider themselves to be the perfect normal family. But they do have one dirty little secret. Their nephew.

Harry Potter was a scrawny six year old boy who loved music. He wanted to play the flute and maybe the violin if he had the chance. There was just something about music that gave him a sense of peace, joy and calm. He actually learned alot about sound and the mechanics of sound in an attempt to find a scientific explanation for why music was so enjoyable for him and those around him.

He always wanted so badly to be a musician. But there was a problem. Freaks like him don't get to play music like normal people. So Harry had to resign himself to whistling to himself in private. He also had to resign himself to clean the house, do the laundry, do the dishes, cook breakfast and dinner, sometimes even lunch, and anything else the Dursleys asked of him.

He was forced to accept this as his life forever. Until one day that came and changed everything.

Vernon was ecstatic on his drive home. He was being sent on a business trip! He even got to bring his family with him, like a vacation. Vernon knew it was only a matter of time before Grunnings realized his exceptional talents. There was one part of the news that dimmed his spirits. His boss knew that he had a nephew and got a ticket for the freak too. Vernon knew he couldn't actually turn down the freak's ticket. If he did, then it would raise questions that he couldn't allow to be answered. So he simply put a very forced smile on his face and accepted the tickets, the freak's ticket included. He pulled into the driveway, got out of the car, and opened the front door.

"Petunia, I'm home, and I have wonderful news!" Vernon said.

"Vernon dear, what is it?" Petunia asked.

"I'm being sent on a business trip for Grunnings, and you can all get to come with me!" Vernon told his wife.

"Like a vacation?" She replied.

"Exactly!" Vernon confirmed.

Petunia was ecstatic. "Oh Vernon, that's wonderful!"

Vernon then began to look apologetic, much to Petunia's confusion.

"Yes, but there is one thing." He said. "We have to take the boy with us."

"Oh. Him." She nearly growled.

"Yes. I know." Vernon sympathized. Vernon then went to the cupboard under the stairs and opened the door. He looked inside and scowled, not at the state of the inside of the cupboard, but rather the fact that he had to speak to the boy inside of it. The boy was very thin and was dressed in Dudley's old hand-me-downs, practically drowning the freak in the clothes he wore.

Vernon decided to make this as quick as possible. "Boy, I will not be repeating myself, so listen well. Grunnings is sending the entire family on a business trip. Unfortunately, that also includes you. So you will be coming with us, but you will be as quiet and out of the way as possible, and if anything freakish happens on this trip, you will pay. Understand?"

The young boy, smaller than he should be at his age, simply nodded his head quickly.

"Good." Vernon finished, and he walked back over to Petunia.

She decided to look at the positive side. "Well, he can just stay in the hotel room." She said, "By the way, where are we going anyways?"

Vernon replied. "Central City, in America."

The family had arrived in America and made it to Central City. They took in the sights on the way to the hotel. When they made it into the hotel, they had the freak take the bags. 'Nothing more than the boy deserves.' Vernon thought. Once they were settled into the room, Vernon went back out to get a taxi to the Wayne Enterprises building in town.

Once he arrived at the building and paid the cab fare, he went into the building lobby, and told the receptionist why he was there. She told him to have a seat and wait until the representative was ready for him. 'Humph. I shouldn't have to be made to wait.' He thought. Finally, they were ready for him and he went into the meeting room. Oh yes, things were looking up!

Two hours later, Vernon left the building with a face so red that he looked close to exploding in a very literal sense. The representative wasn't interested in doing business with Grunnings. The fool! Vernon did nothing wrong! Sure he might've gotten a little tipsy, and a little upset around the end, but if they don't want you to drink the brandy, then why put it there in the first place!

He knew that he would lose his job if he returned home unsuccessful. He wondered what possibly could have happened, and then it hit him. It was him. The freak used his unnaturalness to make him lose the deal! He didn't know how, but it was the only possible explanation. He would pay. The freak. Would. Pay.

Vernon returned to the hotel and went up to the room. He looked at the freak on the floor, and proceeded to make his displeasure more known than it already was. "YOU! YOU RUINED MY BUSINESS DEAL!"

Harry looked confused and terrified but said nothing.

"You are the mistake that we never wanted!" Vernon continued.

Harry felt more terror than before.

Vernon wasn't done though. "Why couldn't you just die with your freak parents?!" But then he went too far.

All of a sudden, Harry's demeanor changed almost instantly. His confusion became determination and his terror became anger. Unknown to Harry, this change was affecting his magic, which began to release its block on his meta-gene. Harry decided to make his own displeasure known to Vernon. "DON'T YOU DARE TO INSULT THEM!"

When he finished saying that, the Dursleys were suddenly pushed backwards onto the bed by some form of invisible force. Harry knew that he did it but he didn't know how. But after all the years being called a freak for seemingly no reason, he had a good idea who might know. Seizing the opportunity to get answers, Harry asked his question. "Do you know what that force was, and don't lie or I'll use it again."

"Magic." Petunia finally said.

Connecting the dots, Harry continued. "Is that why you always called me a freak? Because I could use magic?"

Petunia spitefully replied. "Of course it is. How could you not have freakish powers? With my 'perfect' sister being who she was. Especially after she had met that blasted Potter."

"My parents had magic?" Harry asked, surprised.

But in that moment of hesitation, Vernon seized his chance. He leapt forward and grabbed Harry and held him down on the floor, kneeling over the boy.

But unknown to all those present, Harry's meta-gene activated and he yelled out with hypersonic waves, "GET OFF!" And all of a sudden, Vernon was blasted upwards, smashed his head on the ceiling, and the rest of him fell and crushed Dudley and Petunia under his massive weight.

Harry looked at what he just did and did all that he could: he ran. Out of the room, out of the stairwell, out of the lobby, and out onto the streets.

He continued to run, not noticing the people and buildings around him. He ran and ran until he could run no longer. He stopped to catch his breath, and once he caught it, he looked around and saw an old warehouse. He then saw that there was no one else around and that the sun was beginning to set. He noticed a little break in the wall that he could fit into. He decided to take his chances and went inside to use the warehouse for shelter.

Once he was inside, he found a lightswitch and flipped it on. What he saw surprised him. It almost looked a little bit like a living room with a table, couch, and a carpet on the floor. He then noticed a small fridge and realizing that he had not had dinner yet, decided to look inside. There wasn't much but there was a water bottle and a sandwich inside. To some it was a little, but to Harry, it was like it was made of light. He took the water and sandwich out and enjoyed both thoroughly. He tossed the sandwich bag but kept the water bottle for later use.

He then realized that if all this stuff was here, then someone must live here. But after listening carefully for a few moments and hearing nothing, he figured there was no one home. But to be thorough, he decided to look around and found a room with five small beds each with a bed stand. Seeing that he was all by himself, he decided to use one of the beds and looked in the bed stand drawer out of curiosity and what he saw filled his heart with joy.

Inside was a beautiful flute and a guide on how to play and maintain it. Sleep forgotten and one thing on his mind, he gently pulled out the flute, propped up the guide book, and got to work. In his haste he didn't notice the name on the side of the flute and the inside of the guide.

Pied Piper.

Okay, so two things. Harry will be tutored by the Pied Piper. Harry's powers will be more fleshed out later.

Please keep all criticism constructive and have a wonderful day.