There's just one other crossover with MASHLE: MAGIC AND MUSCLES and Harry Potter on this site. If you've seen both, you know how much inspiration MASHLE takes from Harry Potter, and how there's no more than one is beyond me. But if no one else will do it, I'll have to do it myself. And then I should make at least one Harry Potter Fic, otherwise I can't call myself a real fanfiction writer.
I don't own anything.
It was a dark day, the rain was falling from the sky and thunder covered the city. But what everyone should be afraid of was Lord Voldemort. This night had been written down as the day Voldemort killed Mr. and Mis Potter, and the day Harry Potter defeated Voldemort. But what no one knows was how it happened, and what happened to the young Harry Potter.
Lord Voldemort had just broken into the Potters' home and killed James Potter. The Dark Lord bombarded the door and walked into the room where Lily Potter and Harry Potter were in. Lily Potter picked up her wand and pointed it at the Dark Lord.
"Prote-"
"Avada Kedavra!"
Before Lily could cast the Shield Charm, Voldemort had already said the killing Curse and the woman fell to the floor, dead.
Voldemort, believing that everything was already done and just killing the child was the only thing left, he walks up to the child. He pointed his wand at the boy and again threw his favorite spell. "Avada Kedavra". And that's when it had gone wrong.
What was the reason, no one knows. Whether it was the will of the gods or the love of a mother, no one could answer that. Space and time broke down when both the Dark Lord's body was destroyed, and the boy's soul disappeared from this world. Only to be replaced with another one.
It all happened in a second, but it had killed the worst dark wizard, and gave the boy a wound that runs from his forehead to his left cheek in the form of a lightning bolt. But what no one knew was that this made the boy unable to use any magic and could be called a squib. But no one would find out for years because no one could guess the son of James and Lily Potter was a muggle, so no one checked. But in the end, it didn't matter, because he doesn't need any magic.
Harry Potter- 11 years old.
The Dursleys were an ordinary family in London, Miss Petunia Dursley loved her son and family, her son Dudley Dursley was a fat kid who loved food, and Mr. Vernon Dursley was a middle-aged man who looked like he had given up on something and accepted it. But there was one in the house who was not as usual.
"Vernom! Have you seen Harry? He hasn't done the laundry yet." Petunia went into the kitchen where she found her husband.
" Yes deer, he's in the backyard doing his morning workout," Mr. Dursley said, taking a sip of his coffee with the expression of someone who has given up on changing something.
"Again! But we have new neighbors! He will scare them away! Again". Miss Dursley went out into the backyard and saw exactly what she was afraid of.
There in the backyard was Harry in his black under armor, in his hand he had a barbell with several hundred kilos of weight, but to him it looked like it weighed nothing. Harry quickly pushed it up before switching to doing what Petunia would call a Russian dance while holding up the barbell, and then ended it with spinning the barbell on his finger. When he put it down, the new neighbors were choked at what they just saw. Even the squirrels and birds looked choking.
"Oh, hello Ant Petunia. How's it going?", Harry said in a deadpan tone.
"Y-You, you're coming in NOW!"
"Ok."
And with that he went in and left the new neighbors in their backyard, they hadn't moved an inch, and won't move for an hour. Afterwards, they began to prepare to move again.
Inside the house on the other hand, Mis Dursley was screaming out her lungs. "What have I said about doing that hocus pocus! And you!" she said, pointing to her husband. "Why didn't you stop him".
"Eh, we've already tried. When we locked him in the pantry under the stairs, he just dug down and made an underground gym. Phew, I'm pretty sure it's not hocus pocus. Or not the same hocus pocus".
"I don't care what it is! I just want you to stop making us look like a circus," she said, pointing at Harry. "It's Dudley's birthday. I don't want any gravity-breaking backflips or lifting of objects twice the size of you. Understood!"
"Yes," Harry said in a toneless voice.
Not long after Mr. Dursley took his first bite of his sandwich and then the Dudleys came into the room. "We're going to the zoo!". Then he looked at Harry. "Mom, can we leave Harry alone."
"No, we can't trust that he doesn't build another gym. I will not pay a fine on renovation without permission again."
Dudley just sighed and decided to just complain about not having enough presents. After the Dursleys had their breakfast and Harry had his protein drink, they walk to the car and drive to the Zoo. At the reptile house at the zoo were the three Dursleys and Harry, looked at one of the snakes they had. And just like any snotty kid, the Dudleys weren't happy to see the animals not doing anything interesting.
"Make it move!" The words were answered by Mr. Dursley, who knock lightly on the glass with a useless order.
"Get moving."
It didn't move. Annoyed, Dudley knocked on the window and yelled at it to move. But it didn't move. Which made the Dursleys leave, but Harry looked at the snake while he ate his cream puff. "Yeah, sorry for that," he said as he turned around and threw the paper bag he had his cream puffs in towards the trashcan. But he missed and hit the glass. He watched as the snake began to crawl out and thanked him...
"It was nothing... Eh, snakes can talk?" Harry was surprised, but not as surprised than the Dursleys that the snakes started coming towards. They started running and screaming as they and the others in the room started to flee towards the door, except for Dudley who had fallen immediately.
With the snake approaching him he began to scream like a little girl, even after the snake had slithered past him.
"You know it's gone now, right?"
Dudley stopped screaming and looked around. No snake or anyone else but Harry.
"Are you ok?"
"I think I peed myself"
"Haaary!" shouted a voice he recognized as Ant Petunia.
"Oh, not good".
Everyone had come back to the house, Vernon went upstairs with Dudley to get him a pair of new pants on, but Petunia had another plan. She grabbed Harry's hair in the belief that it would do something.
"What did you do?!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"So it was you". That's when Harry realized she hadn't seen what happened and he just confessed.
"Paper is dangerous," he said, refusing to say it has anything to do with cream puff.
"I've had enough with you, go under the stairs, now!"
Harry did as she said, and she went through the door and Petunia locked it afterwards. "Stay in there and no training or weirdness!". And with that, she walked away. Completely forgot about the gym that he had made there.
Harry climbed down the stairs and into a gym the size of the house, unaware of the letter that was on its way with an owl. But no one was unaware of Harry's training because he shook the whole house with his bench press.
"Haaary!"
The next day, Harry went through the mail, cream puff in hand. He was prepared to throw away all the junk and advertisements, but he stopped eating his cream puff when he saw a letter to him.
Mr H. Potter. The cupboard under the stairs. 4, Privet Drive. Little Whinging. Surrey
"Huh, I didn't know you could send letters to certain parts of the house." Not curious about what it could be, he went to the kitchen with all the letters. He passed Mr. Dursley and gave him the letters, but Dudley noticed that in one of his hands was a letter. And as the snot kid he was, he screamed about it.
"Dad, look! Harry's got a letter!"
Mr. Dursley looked at the letter in Harry's hand in surprise. Is it from those muscle builders again? Or a bakery?"
"I don't know, let me check," Harry said, but before he could, ant Petunia snatched out the letter from his hand.
"Oh No, no no no. Not them".
"Who?" asked Mr. Dursley.
"They, and we won't have anything from the people in our house," said Ant Petunia before tearing the letter to pieces. Harry looked at the pieces of paper as they fell to the ground and he thought. Huh, now I'll never know what it said in the letter.
... He was wrong
By the next day, three identical letters had arrived in the Dursley household. Three letters that were used as firewood for Petunia's coffee while Vernon was forced to bord up the mailbox if he didn't want to sleep on the couch. Dudley was in his room playing with his birthday presents and Harry was working out in the gym, a normal day in the Dursley household.
Unfortunately, it was not normal on the outside of the house. Owls were everywhere around the house, on the roof, on the car, and even on the drying laundry. That led to Miss Dursley's patience running out.
"You have to do something about those pests and their letters."
"I am," said Mr. Dursley, as he feed the fire with a dozen letters.
"No, I meant the damn owls. Vernon, they are the ones who bring the letters. They are the problem.!"
"Ok deer, I'll take care of it. Take it easy and make a spot of tea." Mr. Dursley went to the door under the stairs and opened it and went down the ladder to the gym. He saw Harry on a leg press with the weight of something around his car.
"Hey, Harry, I've heard a new training method. Will you try?"
Harry dropped the weights and shook the house as he looked towards Vernon. "Oh, ok."
A couple of minutes later, Harry and Vernon were standing at the front of the house, a broom in Harry's hand.
"Ok Harry, this is how the training works, when you see an owl." He pointed to a couple of owls on the roof. " You swing the broom against them until they fly away. Do you understand".
"Um, yes," Harry replied deadpan.
"Good," Mr. Dursley said, walking into the house.
Harry jumped up on the roof and swung the broom around at the owls and they flew away. Then he saw some people on the car and he jumped down and swung the broom at them until they flew away. He looked around but saw no more owls. "Eh, this is not difficult. What is the training part with this?"
Just as he said that, he saw that it was getting darker. When he looked up, he saw an army of owls coming towards him.
"Oh, I see it now".
He took the broom and started spinning it around fast, and faster, and even faster. In the end, he had created a tornado on Privet Drive. The army of the owls tried to turn around but it was too late, the cyclone sucked in all the owls and other small things. People panicked and sought shelter indoors. But as quickly as it came, it disappeared, a cloud-free sky above.
"Eh, it felt good. I guess it was a good training anyway."
Harry was about to go back inside, but before he could, something fell from the sky. Just like in a certain short film, there is a naked owl, all its feathers gone. The naked owl just discovered his feathers free situation before another naked owl fell to the ground, and another. Hundreds of naked owls now ran around the street in panic.
But Harry just looked confused, before he could do anything, the letters that the now naked owls had also fallen from the sky. He took a letter, but before he could do anything, someone ripped the letter out of his hand.
"Eh, Ant Petunia?"
Petunia had taken the letter from his hand and tore it to pieces. "I've had enough of this. Vernon! We're going to move!"
"What?!" was heard from both Vernon and Dudley from inside the house.
In a lighthouse on the sea just off the coast of England, there were four people. Vernon and Petunia sleeping together on the second floor, Harry sleeping on the ground muttering about cream puff in his sleep, and finally Dudley trying to sleep on the couch next to Harry, disturbed by Harry's talking in his sleep.
But everyone woke up when the house lit up and shook, as if a bolt of lightning had knocked on the door. Dudley and Harry looked towards the door and saw how it shook when someone knocked on it for the second time.
Dudley back away from the door while Harry took a boxing stance, both of them unsure of what to do. Mr. Dursley and Miss Dursley came down the stairs, shotgun in hand, while Vernon asked "Who's there?"
The answer came, when the door fell down and a giant of a man entered. His head was at the roof, his beard was uncut and tangled. "Oh, sorry about that," he said in a kind and soft voice. He then bent down and picked up the door from the ground and put it back in the doorway. Which made everyone wonder if he was related to Harry. After all, Harry has been forbidden to open any door after they have lost track of how many times he has done the same thing as the giant in front of them. However, he was able to put it back in contrast to Harry.
"I demand that you leave at ones, sir. You are breaking and entering."
The giant of a man disobeyed the words and went up to him. Shotgun aimed at the face. "Dry up, Dursley, you great prune," he said and with one hand bent the shotgun towards the cover, a shot loosened and created a hold in the roof.
The giant looked at the two boys and guessed that the boy with a scar going down his face was Harry. The giant began to smile and said in a happy tone, "Boy now, I haven't seen you since you were a baby, Harry. You have more meat on your bones than I would guess. Huh, it's good to be physically active, something that most people underestimate."
Harry, unsure of what to do in this situation, could only say thank you.
The giant smiled and said in a Scottish dialect" Got something for ya. Afraid I Might have sat on it at some point. But I imagine it'll taste fine just the same." The giant took out a box and gave it to Harry. "Baked it myself, words and all."
"Uh, words?" Must be the dialect. Harry opened the box and saw a cake with the words Happey birthdear Harry on it. "Um, thanks, but I don't like cake, just cream puff".
"Eh, don't worry about the details. It's not every day your young man turns 11 now, is it? Eh?"
Harry didn't mention that it sounded familiar, and he had the impression that he was getting weights then. But as far as Harry can remember, this is his first 11th birthday of, so he must be remembering wrong.
The giant sat down on the sofa, the house shook, and it was a miracle that the sofa did not break in two, the giant took his umbrella and pointed it at the fireplace and fire came out of the umbrella. Everyone watched with wide eyes at the minor pyrokinesis.
Harry, who cared more about the fire than the cake, put it aside. He didn't know why, the away the man just throw fire was familiar to him. "Who are you?", Harry asked, a question that the Dursleys also wondered.
"Rubeus Hagrid," he said as he fixed the fireplace. " Keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts. Of course, you know all about Hogwarts. Right?"
"Hog-wart", The image of a pig with warts on its face was created in his head, but he hadn't honestly seen or heard of a hog's warts.
"No?" said Hagrid, surprised that the boy didn't know about the most magical place in the world. No, not Disney land, that place is for Muggles. "Blimey, Harry, didn't you ever wonder where your mum and dad learned it all?", the man exclaimed.
"Eh?", Harry said, unsure of what he meant.
"You're a wizard, Harry." Hagrid said and it sounded like it was important, but Harry couldn't understand why.
"No, I'm not," Harry said, sure it was wrong for some reason.
"Yes your are, and a thumpin' good 'un, I'll wager. Once you train up a little," Hagrid said, sure it's just a kid's stubbornness talking.
"No, I'm pretty sure you're wrong."
"Well, if you're not a wizard, then nothing has happened around you. Like anything you couldn't explain when you were angry or, or scared?"
"No", said Harry deadpan.
"You created a blooding storm yesterday!" shouted Dudley, annoyed. That's why we're staying here."
"Oh, yes. The post office was not so happy about it. Dumbledore was not prepared of having to pay so much in injured owl fines. But it's proof that you're a Wizars, and Dumbledore's wallet can show that."
Hagrid stood up and gave Harry something, a letter, a letter that he has seen a hundred times, but has never been able to read. Harry opened the letter and began to read it.
Dear Mr Potter' We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"He will not be going, I tell you." Said Vernon. "We swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to all this rubbish."
"Heh," Harry said, unsure of what to do. All he knows is working out, baking cream puff and how to build an underground gym. "Why has no one said anything?"
"Oh, as he said, we swore", answered Petunia." You wouldn't be like my sister. My perfect sister that mom and dad were so proud of. The day she got her letter. We have a witch in the family. Isn't it wonderful." She said in a fake happy tone. "I was the only one to see her for what she was. A freak! And then she met that Potter and then, she had you, and I knew you would be the same. Just as strange, and I was right. I just couldn't guess how abnormal you were."
Harry didn't know how he should feel about those words, he's always known he was different, it's just been that way. He's used to it. But to be called it in the face is worse than to just be yelled at.
"Ah, don't you see how you make him feel with those words," Hagrid said angrily at the Dursley. "How can you talk about your own sister like that, who was killed while protecting her son."
"Killed?" asked Harry, turning to the Dursleys." My parents died in a car crash.
"A Car crash?", Hagrid asked in a fit of anger and surprise. "A car crash killed Lily and James Potter?" Hagrid turned to the Dursleys.
"We had to say something.", Petunia replied back.
They were so engrossed in their words that they didn't notice Dudley go up to Harry. "Hi Harry. You didn't want your cake, can I have it?"
"Ok," Harry replied and Dudley went to take the cake. But then he heard a word that he did not recognize." Muggle? What is that?"
"Non-magic folks," Hagrid replied, and Harry decided he didn't like that word. Hagrid continued to talk, but Harry didn't listen. He had déjà vu and he didn't know why, but Muggle, that doesn't sound good. He doesn't like normal people being called that.
Harry broke out of his thoughts when there was silence. Hagrid pointed the umbrella from which the fire came out of earlier towards Mr. Dursley. The giant looked at him angrily before looking at Dudley who was eating the cake.
Without any words or anything, he pointed at Dudley with his umbrella and he suddenly had a pig's tail. The Dursley started screaming with Harry looking shocked. Harry looked at Hagrid and asked, "Why did you do that?"
"Because he was a little pig, who doesn't know that you shouldn't eat someone's cake, I tell ya".
"But he asked me and I said yes, I didn't want the cake, so he got it".
Hagrid's eyes widened and he looked at the Dursley who was still running around screaming. "Ah, sorry about that. It will go away in a week or two, I bet." He turned back to Harry. "Uh, Id appreciates it if you didn't tell anyone at Hogwart about that. Strictly speaking, I'm not allowed to do magic."
"Oh, ok." I still don't know what I think of him. Harry thought.
" Oh! Ah… We're a bit behind schedule. Best be off," Hagrid said and opened the door. And by opened the door I meant it fell back down to the ground again. "Unless you'd rather stay, of course. Hm?" Were the last words he said before walking out into the storm again.
And if Harry had to be honest, going to a magic school sounds as good as a cream puff.
(Growling)
"Oh, it looks like it's time for breakfast," Harry said and took out a cream puff and ate it.
NA.
Well, writing Hagrid was annoying with his dialect. But it goes for the most part here because I'm not or know have to writ British dialect. But to answer a question that you probably have or have understood. Harry is Mash reincarnation, how did Mash die? I don't know.
But I couldn't get much new fun parts here, most of this I felt like it needed to stay, but I changed the Dursleys a bit. Mostly their relationship with Harry. Vernon has given up on changing Harry, and Petunia is annoyed that Vernon has given up. While Dudley has realized that it is not a good idea to make the boy who can lift a car angry.
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