Reviews:
Khatix : I concur
RikkiCool: Thanks, I was thinking of making a female version called Hedwig.
SMB: First of all, this is a test chapter, it's not meant to be a full story, just to see if an idea is well received, meaning it doesn't necessarily have to make complete sense as I'm not making an entire story where everything will have to be explained. But even then, it does make sense. Even if he didn't make weapons, he can still be a billionaire just like every other real-life billionaire that hadn't made weapons (also it is entirely possible for the company to be making weapons before he takes control of it). And it is possible for a genius version of Harry Potter who doesn't have a wand to realise that he will need something strong to protect/defend himself and others and would then create a suit with all of his money. A suit that he can build with tech and magic therefore making him different from regular Tony Stark.
A.N: This is just a twist on my earlier squib Harry test chapters.
Plot: Harry Potter was made into a squib after an unfortunate incident involving a dark wizard and murdered parents. After years of suffering, he finds himself in a sewer in New York where he finds himself a new family made up of four turtles and a rat.
Scene 1:
"Harry Potter surely can't be living here," Professor McGonagall frowned deeply as she made her way through a sewer with Hagrid right behind her and Professor Snape alongside her.
"I think it quite fitting," Snape drawled as he looked around. "At least the boy won't be pampered here,"
"For Merlin's sake, Severus! This a sewer in another continent!" Professor McGonagall said angrily, she knew the man hated Harry's father but this was frankly too much for her. She gave Snape a disgusted look when he merely shrugged and then turned her attention to Hagrid. "Are you sure that this is the place?" She couldn't help but ask.
"Sure of it, Professor," Hagrid nodded with a deep frown. "I double and triple-checked the letters! They're all coming here!"
"Frankly, if the brat doesn't answer or respond to the letter then I don't see the need to make a fuss, we wouldn't for any other student," Snape replied. "I think if he doesn't want to come to our school then I have better things to do than travel across continents to get him."
"Like what? Getting laid?" Professor McGonagall asked sarcastically just as they turned a corner. Snape's response died down as they finally got out of the sewer pipe.
In front of them was an abandoned subway station, though right now it was looking decidedly less abandoned as there was a TV, a kitchen, a trio of sofas, a punching bag, a skateboard and a tyre hanging from the ceiling by a rope. What really interested them was the boy inside the tyre. He had messy black hair that looked like it had just been in a storm, bright emerald eyes hidden behind round glasses and a lightning bolt scar on his head. The boy hadn't noticed them at first as he had his nose buried in a comic book, but once he did he looked up with an alarmed face.
"Code red!" He yelled out quickly, hoping out the tyre. "What do you want?"
"You are to come with us, Potter," Snape said before McGonagall could speak up.
"I'm not going with you," Harry glared.
"You little brat," Snape stepped forward, pulling out his wand, only for it to be knocked out of his hand by a ninja star that pierced the wand in half.
"Hey, no one calls him a brat but us!" A voice said just before four figures dropped down from the ceiling. Professor McGonagall gasped as she stared at what appeared to be four human-sized turtles. There was one with a blue mask on his face, holding a pair of swords. The next had a purple mask with a staff, the third had a red mask and a pair of Sai's while the last had an orange mask with nunchucks.
"What the hell are you?!" Snape blurted out.
"We're turtles," The purple one said.
"Also ninjas," The blue one added.
"Let's not forget mutants," The red one growled.
"And despite how young we look, we're actually teenagers," The orange one grinned.
"Turtle, ninja, mutant teenagers?" Snape gaped.
"Something like that," Harry nodded.
"Oh my goodness," Professor McGonagall whispered, she looked back at Hagrid but quickly froze when she saw him unconscious on the floor while a tall rat dressed in robes stared at her.
"I think some explanations are in order," The rat said calmly.
Scene 2:
"I can't believe they let a squib like him here," Draco sneered as he glared at Harry, who sat on the opposite side of the common room.
"I know, it's ridiculous," Pansy sneered but Draco ignored her in favour of turning to his real interest, the girl who was sitting a chair away, reading a potions book.
"What do you think, Daphne?" Draco asked.
"I think he's funny," Daphne shrugged, not looking away from her book. "As does my sister, personally I don't care much so long as he doesn't bother me."
"Yeah, well, me and a few others are planning a little welcoming party for him," Draco said with a grin. "Midnight tonight we're going to sneak into his room, you want in?"
"I'd rather not," Daphne sniffed. "Let me know how it goes," She said in a bored tone.
The next morning, Daphne walked downstairs and quickly stopped as she saw several Slytherins of various ages groaning in a pile in the middle of the common room, including Draco Malfoy who was letting out a pitiful moan from under Crabbe and Goyle.
"Excuse me, Greengrass," Harry Potter said politely as he walked past her.
"What happened to them?" Daphne couldn't help but ask. Harry stopped and grinned at her.
"Oh nothing, just the standard broken bones and bruises," He said casually. "I think they fell,"
"All of them? At once?!"
"Floors are dangerous," Harry shrugged.
"And how many times did they fall?"
"It's all a bit of a blur, I lost count,"