[a/n0]*magitech, who didn't approve my drawing comparisons between Star Trek & Babylon 5. Sounds a little like the mutual hate convention goers for Star Trek and Star Wars have. You can like both, or even all 3. The main parallels drawn are between B5 and ST:Deep Space 9, even to lawsuits and counter ones from the companies.

[a/n]All those Harry learns honor & good from karate stories. There are different flavors of senseis. One of those total out of sequence ideas that butted in front. Couldn't put it aside for normal production. For those unfamiliar, The Karate Kid is about a boy who is tormented by John Kreese's students. He's the boss villain of 1st & 3rd movies from the 1980s. There's a next gen series today that turns him good [sort of]

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Harry Potter Kai

Sensei John Kreese was looking to establish his karate dojo business in Los Angeles CA USA. His friend and financier told him to get the kids young, so a couple weeks after opening on a street corner site, he was handing out flyers during the dismissal of Reseda Jr High. He put on the display of a prosperous businessman, even though he wasn't, yet. He stood tall and straight in his all black gi. The sleeveless top showed off his muscled arms. After talking at length with an interested mother, who'd promised multiple students, he found the nearest McDonald's for a quick meal.

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Vernon Dursley of Little Whining Surrey England had just been promoted to senior salesman. Part of the reason he'd got such a post so young was being able to convince his supervisor to spend Grunnings money to send him over 6000 miles away to drum up business. With the substantial raise, he was all too willing to spend the money to bring his wife and beloved son along. However, he resented …and with every fiber… every one of these American cents spent on "You bloody freak!"

"Discipline, Mrs. Lawrence" Sensei Kreese was sitting with a mother, her young son and two of his friends "Johnny will come home …occasionally… with a scrape or bruise. But Cobra Kai philosophy is centered on standing up for oneself, fair play and that rather difficult to define, honor."

The little black boy whined "Mrs. Lawrence! Tommy spilled milkshake on me!"

"Look at that! Disgraceful!" complained the mother Both the end of the karate teacher's speech and the little boys' quarreling were ignored in favor of what was going on just outside their window.

John was much more interested in selling his program than some outside problem, but then a couple things happened. It suddenly seemed an opportunity to impress the woman. And his car got involved in the dispute. As if he had all the time in the world, he stood, excused himself and headed out. His first remark out the door was calculated to start a fight, and unheard by the woman "Hey! Fatso! Get your lard ass away from my Mustang!"

"None of yer business! Git!" shouted Vernon "I waste perfectly good money on this brat and he can't even thank me!" The boy took a vicious slap, bounced off the karate teacher's car and was on the ground, unmoving.

Completely aware of his surroundings, Kreese gave the much larger young boy a none-too-gentle shove that did no real harm. Warned by the tourist woman's screech, he caught her purse in mid-swing and she landed her on her back.

"Leave my wife and son alone you bloody foreigner!" shouted Vernon as he charged. At this time, he couldn't …strictly speaking… be called fat. But he was large and strong. He could intimidate most anyone.

John Kreese, however, was a karate blackbelt. He affected a cockney accent and sneered "Sounds like yer the foreigner matey. Now let's get the boy some help. And I think you owe me for a mirror."

"No one talks to me like that!" Vernon charged, fists spinning.

He could have snapped the man in half, with little effort, but it was better to show some skill to the gathering crowd. Especially a woman with three potential students. At the first couple passes, John merely stepped aside, barely raising his hands. For the third …the untrained would barely have seen it… three quick chops left the tourist on the ground whimpering in pain.

And, while both men were arrested when the police arrived, even charged, witnesses quickly cleared Sensei Kreese of any wrongdoing. He was lauded as a hero. Little could be done about Vernon Dursley, especially after the British consulate got involved. He, his wife, and son were merely deported. Without their nephew. And Johnny Lawrence gained himself a foster brother, both of whom were enrolled in Sensei John Kreese's Cobra Kai.

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The presence of a long-bullied boy like Harry Potter changed the program …some… but not much. That formerly bullied boy took all the dojo lessons very seriously. The scars he bore from Uncle Vernon and talking to his Mom about them, made him adjust Cobra Kai's maxims to himself. Strike First, Strike Hard, No Mercy. Fear does not exist in this dojo. Pain does not exist in this dojo. Defeat does not exist in this dojo. Cobra Kai never dies. He believed totally. We do not train to be merciful here. Mercy is for the weak. Here, in the streets, in competition. This, he amended …privately. Never showing his changes to Uncle John, but demonstrating it in specific circumstances.

"Enter!" Sensei Kreese commanded to the knock on his office door. Nor did he break character "What do you want Mr. Potter?"

Eleven-year-old Harry Potter bowed, entered, pushed the door shut "I finally have an explanation for all the weird things that happened over the years. Uncle John, I'm a wizard. Abba Cadabra, Hocus Pocus and all that other shit. I didn't believe it myself, not really. Not until a teacher from a school in Scotland showed up and explained it. My original parents fought some magical terrorist and were murdered, that's how I got landed with fatass and horseface."

"They were weak, so they failed." John repeated his first lesson.

To this, Harry merely nodded "One of my first tasks, I think, is to learn all I can about it. So I never repeat. The guy who did it is hoped to be dead and hasn't been seen since …oh, by the way, their names were James and Lily, explains my middle name… October 31 1981. Not everyone believes that. Especially the school principal there, who's like a real important guy."

"So you've decided to go?" he asked from behind the desk

Harry nodded "Yes sir. I need to learn everything I can do. And every summer I'll come back more powerful than before. Combine magic powers with karate and I'll be able to get revenge. The terrorist if he's still alive, if not, his followers."

"And I'll have to bust your ass when you come back won't i?" John demanded harshly "You'll get all soft and lazy. 50 pushups! On your knuckles, Mr. Potter!"

Harry laughed, inside, where it counted, and snapped back "Sir! Yes sir!"