At this point, I'm pretty sure this isn't going to ever be a completed story. I've been reading crossover fics and a few gamer fics. I am using some crossover references, but I won't put it as a crossover, unless I actually actively use characters and/or story plots. This story has been a brain worm for about two weeks now, and I was having trouble (not really) trying to find something to read. So, words written. I want to see what people thing of this introduction. Minimum of three chapters, counting this one. Aiming around for minimum of 3k words going forwards.


The Great Hall was abuzz with noise as a fourth name had been called out, the most famous young wizard in the country, Jacob Potter. Most of the voices that were coming from the children was that of condemnation at how predicable at having the glory hound's name coming out from the Goblet of Fire. It was par for the course. The Potter Heir did anything and everything to garner more fame.

The ceremony had been going by the script prior to Jacob Potter's name having been called out. The three chosen, Fleur Delacour, Victor Crumb, and Cedric Diggory, had already exited the Great Hall and went into the antechamber, where they would find out more about the tournament, prior to the child's name being called. But, then, things had went to Hell in a handbasket from there.

Jacob's name being called, and the loud uproar that followed when the Goblet had ejected a slip of paper in a fiery display, had nearly caused everyone to ignore when the Goblet once more lit up and ejected one more slip of paper.

Albus Dumbledore was not shocked in the slightest when Jacob's name had come out of the Goblet of Fire. He was actually hoping for something like this to happen. When the chosen one's name had been read, thirteen years after he became famous, his kindly mask had nearly slipped into a maniacal grin. He was correct that Tom would not, or rather could not, be unable to use this given opportunity to cause chaos. Tom was always a predictable enemy.

As the Goblet relit, for the fifth time that night, this was when Albus became shocked to his core. Tom had already entered his destined nemesis. There should be nothing else that Tom needed to do to be able to fulfill his destined prophecy.

When the fire of the Goblet dimmed, one last piece of paper flew towards his hand. As Albus read what the piece of paper said, his mind blanked over what the paper said. It was a name that he had all but forgotten about thirteen years ago.

With his mind already having the need to process the name, he mechanically announced the name, with the slightest of a stutter. "H… Harry Potter."

The forgotten child's name having been called, and without the child being in attendance, at least to the be of Albus Dumbledore's knowledge, the Goblet started to glow. Ethereal runes were being projected towards the nearest open space. For those that had some knowledge about runic circles, they noticed that it was a summoning circle.

From the summoning circle, the light it projected became more intense. As the light became almost blinding, as minutes passed by, out stepped a person from the circle. With a commanding presence, the person who had just stepped out from the portal spoke, "Who has the gull to summon one such as Me?"

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A four year old Harry Potter vaguely remembered a better time. He remembered being loved by both his parents, and his uncles. But then things changed, when that bad man had attacked him and his brother. The green light that came from the bad man's wand, that caused Auntie Marlie to fall to the ground, then came towards him. The bad man hurt him very much, by cutting something into his forehead. Something happened after that, but he could not remember after a second bolt of green came towards him and his younger brother.

When he had awoken, he had found himself, alone in a different room, away from Jacob, his ever present brother. Mommy and Daddy were not there to comfort him, and he was scared. And like every child that is scared, at that young of an age, he began to cry. He wanted to be comforted. His crying went unheard by any human. Only a house elf had come to check on him, giving him a modicum of comfort.

It did not start right away from that day, but slowly at first, and then with increasing regularity, he became ignored by all the adults in his life. Also, instead of calling him by his name, they started to only called him Squib. From what little Harry could understand, when that bad man threw that green light at him, his magic became damaged. Somebody called Alliebus had said he had lost his magic, making Mommy and Daddy not care about him any longer, because he was Squib.

As time passed, his body began to start to ache. It was not any one specific part of his body that ache, it was all over. He of course whined about his body aching, but neither Mommy nor Daddy could be bothered to help him out. The ever present ache started to change from an ache to a pain. His whining changed from the whining into whimpering, even to full out crying.

That is when things started to become really bad for him. Instead of Mommy coming in and comforting him, she started to cast spell at him, doing nothing to comfort him. Her face, that he remembered almost always had a smile on it, showed off hints of annoyance and disgust. Daddy, instead of casting spells on him, started to, at first, yell at him. When yelling did not seem to be enough, Daddy started to hit him.

One night, when Harry was in intense amounts of pain, and could not keep himself from screaming, Mommy came into his room. Instead of casting the normal coloured spell, she shot a different coloured spell at him. The normal spell Mommy cast on him, did nothing to him, that he could tell. This new spell she cast on him, which took longer to cast than the normal one, was different. Even with his ever present pain, in amidst his screaming in agony, all sound he was emitting immediately ceased. Ever since that day, not a single sound could be heard from coming from him.

Because of the spell Mommy cast on him, Daddy became more agitated with him. Harry was expected to answer, vocally, when Daddy asked or demanded anything from him. Without him being able to respond, Daddy started to physically reprimand him more often. Without a verbal response coming from him, the hits started to hurt more and more. Daddy often hit him even when Harry had not done anything to warrant being hit. Daddy also began to start to push him out of the way with his foot, when Harry was in Daddy's way.

As seeing were becoming worse for Harry, he came to the conclusion that they were not Mommy and Daddy. No, they were what other adults called them, Lily and James. Mommy and Daddy were nice to him. Lily and James were bad people.

While Harry was always being punished by James and Lily, Jacob was being treated like he was royalty. Anything and everything that Jacob needed, no, wanted, he was being given. And Harry, he was not allowed to play with anything that Jacob got. It was all solely for Jacob. There was no way that Squib was allowed to use Jacob's things, even if Jacob never used any of it.

Harry Potter, no, Squib, was thankful that he was precluded from all the parties that his parents either threw, or went to. Whenever any of these events happened, Squib was shunted off into his room, locked of course, hidden away from other people.

The house elves had been forbidden by Potters of the past from allowing anyone to eat in their bedrooms. Lily and James had further forbidden the elves from allowing Squib to get any type of food, outside of mealtimes, after one of them had seen him trying to get some food from the kitchens. Squib had been hungry, after being locked away in his room for two days, after the most recent party, and was hungry. The two parents did not care anything about that.

It all came to a head during the past few months. More and more often, Squib was being locked away in his room for days on end, as James and Lily kept on forgetting about him. James kept getting angry at him because anytime he came to the table for mealtimes, his only two pair of robes that fit, were not of sufficient quality that could be worn by somebody caring the last name of Potter. James was angry at Squib since it was his duty to ask the house elves to get him new robes when he needed them.

Yesterday had been the worst for Squib. He had been locked in his room for four days. Four days without any food. Squib was happy that James and Lily had given him a bedroom that had attached bathroom, they did not want to have him leave his room and be seen by others, just to use the bathroom. If it were not for the bathroom, he would not have had anything to drink during those past few days.

Weary, from the lack of food, Squib barely stumbled into the dining room, when it was time for lunch. With the ever present pain in his body, and with him lacking energy because of the past four days, Squib had trouble to present any type of the proper manners that James and Lily demanded of him, but ignored in Jacob. With visibly shaking hands, Squib attempted to scoop some food onto his fork. Using all the effort that he could, he attempted a second and third time. When the fourth attempt started, all the remaining energy left in Squib's was used up. His body went limp and his head fell into the plate of food.

James jerked out of his chair and started to yell. "You useless squib. You don't dress properly. Now, you useless waste of space, you can't even eat properly." He took a quick look at his other son, and who had become upset. "Now, even worse, you are making your brother upset."

Squib, had fallen out of his chair, after he had face planted into his food. "James, get the useless squib out of here, before he ruins our meal any further," decried Lily.

James grabbed the back of his robes and angrily drug Squib out from the dining room. The boy was brought to his room, and forcibly kicked into it. "You should be glad that I haven't kicked you out of this house. Albus and Sirius, they both told me that I should have sent you out to the muggle world. But, no, I didn't listen to them. Fool that I am."

Lying there on the floor, Squib was unable to process what James was saying. Unseen by James, Squib started to have some blood bubbling out of his mouth. Unknown to Squib, when James had kicked him, a couple of Squib's ribs had broken and punctured his lungs. At some point James had finished his ranting and left the boy alone.

Although he could not vocalize his words, Squib could only talk to himself. 'I don't want to be here any more. Any where else would be better than this. James hates me. Lily despises me. Nobody cares about me. I just want to be somewhere else."

Squib had been declared a squib by someone who held a lot of knowledge about certain things, but limited knowledge on others. The person, who was glorified about their knowledge, and who had become arrogant about their knowledge, too often let their arrogance override reality and made decisions based on ignorance. Squib was not actually a squib.

If Squib had ever been taken to a competent healer, he would been diagnosed with a malady that could be remedied. He had never lost his magic. Instead, his magic, due to trauma from being attacked on that fateful night, had been trapped in his body, unable to escape. The aches and pains, that he had been feeling for years, had been his magic attempting to escape out of his body.

With proper treatment, his magic would have been able to be gently, and controllably, been allowed to be released. Alas, for Squib, James and Lily did not want to let a squib be seen by a qualified healer, thus allowing for Squib's magic to torment him. The Potters could not allow someone to know that their precious family had a squib in it.

Squib was truly wishing that he could be anywhere be in this household. He was unloved. He was forbidden to eat his fill. Jacob was pampered, all the while he was being, essentially, tortured. Squib, with all his thoughts, wished to be away from here.

Finally, his magic suddenly and painfully pushed through the barriers that had prevented his magic from flowing out of his body. If Squib had less magic, there would have been a loud CRACK. Due to how much magic his body contained, there was nary a sound heard as Squib disappeared from the Potter mansion.

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It would not be until days later until James or Lily felt that it was necessary to check on their youngest child. Jacob had needs to be filled first. Their squib son would be there in his room when they had time to check on him. He was not that important.

When they eventually did check the boy, he was nowhere to been seen. Evidently, the boy was so ungrateful for the care that they gave him, that he had somehow runaway from their mansion. In the two parents thoughts, well, good riddance to bad rubbish. It was one less thing for them to have to care about. Jacob, the fulfiller of the prophecy, was all that was important to them. That, and the riches and accolades that went with being his parent.

Very few people ever ended up asking about where Harry Potter was. When they did, the Potter parents just said that he was no longer with them. Of course, they did assured the semi-interested parties that it was best for their eldest child. They never let anyone know that he had runaway from home, nor that that they have not even attempted to look for him.

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In the midst of a secluded bamboo forest, there was a place with multiple small pools of water. Other than a small house, there were few signs of people. The occupant of said house was a doughty man dressed in a green military uniform. His bald head was covered by a green hat that had a golden star sewn upon it.

Squib had suddenly appeared mid-air with the same barely audible CRACK that proclaimed his exit from his house. He plummeted straight down into one of the numerous ponds. The sudden shock of falling into the pond had awakened the little remaining energy, allowing Squib to extricate himself from the pool.

"Aiya, you fell in Spring of Drowned Sexy Demon Girl." The man said that to Squib. The horribly accented voice was full of sorrow as he said those words. "Aiya, so sorry. For safety, must banish to Netherverse. Bai Bai."

A small piece of paper was withdrawn from the man's uniform. He quickly wrote out a character on the piece of paper. The man showed off dexterity that his body did not seem to be capable of as he threw the piece of paper at Squib. The boy was forcibly sent away when the talisman touched him.

From out of the forest, a voice was heard. "Ranma, Pops has found a good place for training."