Apprentice

A/N: Finally got my Mock Exams out the way and vow to study every night and day so I've decided to try my hand on chapters from each of the three chapters whenever I have the time. Been excited about continuing this story even more than Forces of Darkness and Lightning Empress just wanna point out too that this fanfic is a Harry Potter in Teen Titans Crossover (early 2000 cartoons not that Go shit) loved that show.

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Chapter 2: In the Gales and Hail.

Soft murmurings rasped from Harry's body until the single emerald orb shot open sparkling with life slightly dark rings underneath, the eyepiece was still firmly slung around his head it was a little uncomfortable though he had felt much worse in his short life. Harry grasped the side of the bed slowly easing his tired body upwards. Rubbing the sleep out of his eye Harry noticed a bathroom connected to his left with a small light turned on though he didn't hear anybody inside.

Taking it step by step Harry swung his legs out from the covers the slight chill creeping up his skin while he shuffled to the door easing inside astonished a little at the changes in the hung mirror just above the tiny sink. They were only small yet in many ways, though Harry definitely thought the look was an improvement the ritual Faust produced must have worked well his skin was a lot more coloured in, blemishes disappeared, the swelling, bruises along with sunken cheekbones were filled out and healed not healthy just yet though it pushed back his malnutrition by a fair amount.

His inky black hair had changed too almost snickering at the mental mortified expression Petunia or Vernon would undoubtedly have from the number of times they had ordered him an appointment at the local barber's; his hair has now reached just between his shoulder blades, not so much of a mullet luckily the sides were also elongated curling around his cheeks just grazing his chest. A thought came to mind Harry hurled a lump of hair from his face while using the other to peel back his eye-patch - nope the mark was still there a useless burned-out eye was beyond even magics repair though luckily for him the skin had gained lightness rotten decayed flesh contorted like mushed up tendrils had just swallowed the organ whole. Oh well, Slade was half-blind and he had a heavy body count on his career he could learn to adapt.

Returning to the room Harry spotted at the foot of the bed a set of clean clothes consisting of a red shirt with black shorts and checkered sneakers. Harry cradled the clothing slowly, carefully feeling the soft cushy texture and promoted the throw the cloths on jumping on the bed to place the checkered black and white sneakers his single eye leaking tears. This was the first time somebody had given him something to truly be his and not five sizes too large for him. Satisfied with the look Harry passed through another door hidden on the other side he made his bed and exited.

Sounds of pipes, clockwork and cogs with random whistles of steam entered his senses as Harry wandered through a walkway exploring what he was seeing. It looked like some kind of factory or warehouse though he couldn't be certain maybe abandoned. However, it didn't explain the machinery still working. Harry leaned on a steel pole railway examining the rest closer.

"Slade must be using the pumps and machinery in this place for his own needs," Harry thought aloud watching in fascination. He once read a bizarre story in the newspaper about a man that generated his power to his home by stealing bits and pieces of wiring connecting to a central hub to assist his needs the people in charge not suspecting a thing. And with the type of man Slade is there isn't much room for controversy.

"Excuse me Master Harry" an edgy voice croaked behind him. Harry whirled around to a gang of what looked like five people that the odd displacement of limbs suggested they weren't human hunched over leering at him menacingly, They were all dressed like Slade's armour was such as the armoured boots and shin guards arm gauntlets with animalistic dangling like claws and bands on the upper arms with a Kevlar chain mail woven around the neck, silver belts with pouches a blaster strapped to each of their sides nestled comfortably to them the only thing different to them than to Slade was probably the masks; white eye sockets staring blankly at his own with a black mask with a small orange circle in the centre.

"Err yes may I help you" Harry answered awkwardly wondering if they could understand him.

"Master Slade is expecting you now you are awake. Please come with us" a soldier in the centre crackled out the voice gritty and maintained. Some kind of robot!

The robots led him to a stairway through a multiple set of corridors until finally, he reached a sort of room with nearly a million square camera footages playing; some with cars passing on the streets to the docks with new shipments of technology and back alleyways with what looked like a brawl with a small child being beaten up as he was assaulted by much older thugs. Harry snarled at that one. Slade stood silently, almost stone-like back turned to him as he witnessed the multiple scenes, though with only a single eye like Harry it was impossible to tell which one captured the attention of the assassin.

"Good to see you on your feet again, child." Slade said in a calm tone the voice resonating around them rattling from the cold iron bars and jiggling clockwork of gears and pistons his voice the only sound that towered above the rest. "Are you well-rested?."

"Yeah, I'm feeling much better now" Harry replied his fingers leaned upwards scratching the red and black eye patch scathingly. "Whatever that ritual has been amazing though I'm still lacking an eye."

Slade chuckled."Nothing to be ashamed of my child It is your trophy and tool of vindication."

Harry turned around noticing the self-centered sorcerer was nowhere to be seen. "Where is Faust?".

"Back into his little hovel, I would imagine" Slade mused switching all the camera footages of with a click of his finger while he sat upon a steel throne cracking the joints in his fingers. Motioning to an ascending seat just opposite to which Harry stepped forward and took a seat as Slade started his story about what happened.

After the ritual had been completed resulting in him falling unconscious Slade brought Harry to his main HQ in Jump City and had been laid to rest until he awoke. Slade had extracted his blood and processed it through his machines, while Faust had used magic to scan for any remaining magical properties which resulted in Slade's side to be clear of any infections and a rapid spurt of coming growth while Faust had found absolutely zero magical power. Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived was no just an ordinary human.

Or so it would have been if Slade hadn't continued to read through the blood sample report. Harry contained a particular gene in which had been subdued for most of his life been blocked by his magic power, though now that said power was gone this "Metagene" was free and was evolving his being until it manifested itself.

"What's a Metagene," Harry asked curiously the term hadn't appeared in any of his science classes.

Slade pushed a button on his throne armrest which switched on a screen showing a series of video clips; teenagers with amazing superpowers dominated Harry's face filled with awe. One man wearing red spandex like suit was running at supersonic speeds a trail of lightning zip zagging wherever he crossed, a woman with pale snow-like skin and sapphire blue hair was shooting icicles of ice smirking at her victims another video projected a woman with lime-like green skin and rose-red hair manipulating humongous like plants with foot-long teeth attempting to crush a man dressed as a bat.

"The Metagene young Harry is a special coding of DNA inside people usually found roughly in 12% through hereditary. Those that have developed powers from the gene are known to be dubbed as 'Metahumans' though through scientific experimentation Metahumans can be cultivated from the beginning granting the users' superhuman abilities. I am one of those certain humans with special perks." Slade said.

"Really" Harry asked rather shocked not noticing any special powers or unnatural causes. Was that why he wore a mask?

Slade shared with Harry the story of his main origin, such as illegally joining the army when he was only 16 years old and like Harry a means to an end to escape his wretched family with getting his hands on some fake papers he was incredibly skilled in the art of war so much that his talent caught the eyes of an instructor there called Captain Adeline Cain. In record time Slade had mastered every form of martial art and firearms training impressing her so much the two formed a relationship leading to marriage.

In months she had fallen pregnant with their first child while Slade continued with his work in the Army touring the world to places such as Korea, the Amazon and Iraq. It was a few years later that he was chosen for a military project that was originally designed for soldiers to resist enemy truth serums to which he underwent although the results were classified "on paper" as failed the end conclusion was different. It enhanced Slades body's physical aspects to superhuman level enhanced intelligence, speed, strength, a healing factor, decelerated ageing, toxic immunity, senses, agility, durability, endurance, reflexes and stamina were boosted beyond the limit.

Through the years after the military discharged him to contain the secret of the experiment he set forth in the life of a mercenary and through the years he earned the nickname of "The Terminator" or in other cases "Deathstroke".

Slade's posture despite hiding behind the mask became he started to become a little rigid and tight Harry could sense the changes the single eye breaking out the mask was remarkably cold and grazed like iron. Slade continued the story as to how when he returned home to visit his family they had been killed by an organised crime lord in a foreign country to which Slade had refused to complete a job for (though whatever reason for why he didn't tell Harry) the only remaining survivor of the assault had been Slades second remaining child and daughter Rose (who at the time was born to another woman for whom he had a sexual relationship with on a mission.)

Enraged by what had happened Slade had stormed the warehouse that they had been occupying and transferred into great detail how he had butchered the entire fleet of soldiers the images of his dead wife and deceased son Joseph while he brawled with the leader who had come prepared with a special blade with a metal called Carbonadium which sunk itself into his eye which had nullified the help of his Healing Factor usable at the time leading to his half optic appearance.

Taking his daughter away he made sure she would be prepared for what awaited her teaching her valid survival skills like martial arts, swordsmanship and warfare planning.

"I don't understand if you had Rose then why not make her your Apprentice if she's your daughter, then wouldn't it be easier than finding somebody else." Harry pointed out wondering if Slade was going to be a surrogate father then would that mean he would meet Rose? Could he have a surrogate sister too?

"While true Rose is in my blood and no doubt had her own set of talents she is to her own person and I will not allow my daughter to travel the road as I did I would have my doubts even if it was her choice. I wanted her to have a normal life instead of the carnage I inspire. I do this in the loving memory of her mother and my son." Slade said stiffly thinking back to a more simple time.

Harry's eye scrunched in sadness bowing his head low. "I'm sorry I had no right to-"

"Its fine apprentice you need not apologise for that" Slade stated his familiar cool demeanour returned edging forward patting Harry's shoulder. "You are my apprentice and while you could never take my former son's place you will be granted my talents and skills so why not my trust and secrets."

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After some of Slade's robots had made discreet thefts to some local clothing stores Harry now had his own wardrobe with several coloured shirts, shorts, trousers and a large leather black jacket with a gray hood with two pairs of shoes; sneakers and black combat boots. Harry had begun his training with Slade the following week with basic introductions to physical workouts like push-ups, sit-ups and laps on a treadmill.

Whenever Harry wasn't in training Slade had schooled Harry into, such as how to read and write better the teachers at his old school were temperamental and unskilled but Slade handled it like a master so simple and straightforward especially now that he wasn't forced to hold back for his cousin. It helped that the ritual had increased his natural intelligence as well as other physical properties and with three square meals a day slowly the ex wizard's body started to finally fill out the visible ribs started to disappear and sallow cheeks removed.

Slade, after Harry was accustomed to his daily training after and before sleeping, was tested with various weaponry and firearms starting with a boa staff and Claymore sword the heavy bladed weapon had been a little too much at first for Harry but he soon found Slade to be no slacker and with the help of his side training and weight practice the sword became usable slaps of iron and steel resonating around the warehouse.

Firearms training had been standard Slade gifted Harry his own sidearm a functioning Beretta 92FS using drones to work as practice dummies and as Slade intensified the exercise harder by making the drones move Harry learned to memorise every inch of the gun including its maintenance and how to strip it apart and back from the screws and bolts. When more confident Harry was taught how to dual wield for twice the amount of damage practicing from the amount of recoil had on his still small body but soon found it easy.

With more of the hi-tech weaponry, Slade gifted him a katana and came into the practice of Bushido ('way of the warriors' as Slade translated) and a second that Harry found to be more adept with than others called Iaijutsu; a combative quick draw sword technique that focused on speed rather than strength. Knowing that Harry might tangle in his future mercenary life with Wizards again he called on the aid of Felix Faust who was more than happy to aid the young apprentice from the newly made findings of the physical enhancement ritual into branding his weaponry from the guns and sword with Celtic runes which would make it lethal to wizards, deflect spells when struck and other things like penetrating shields and wards the runes on the weaponry were synced to himself after Faust had connected them an anchor of sorts through a small tattoo written on his upper back designed as a sort of hollow sphere which glowed a dull blue completing the bond. The deal was complete in exchange for this favour Harry would allow Faust the pleasure of keeping the idea under his name as well as his silence to who the boy was and the information no to leak into Britain's ears. No arguments were met from either.

Knowing that his training would advance to active fieldwork Slade placed a few calls into getting Harry his own type of armour allowing the apprentice to choose his own makeup from the measurements to the fabric and colour. From the size, they both guessed that it would need to be light with the armour and focus more into speed, agility and stealth at least until the ritual aided Harry into growing.

Training progressed smoothly though Slade was only a little impressed, whatever he was feeling was sealed lip tight as he increased the exercises day and night pushing the boy to his limits and beyond. The two were currently attacking each other with boa staffs ducking and diving out the way while trying to find openings in the others form. Harry was losing badly a trickle of blood oozing from his head but the adrenaline and drumming banging in his head distracted him as Slade struck, again and again, anger relishing from his form calm demeanour dissolved. Day after day had passed and still, the boy showed no signs of his Metahaman powers kicking in!

"Why have I been wasting my time to train you." Slade sneered out hammering his boa staff down on Harry who only barely kept the blow from cracking his head like a watermelon though his own stuff which broke apart and was forced to try fighting with dual sticks. "Worthless and insignificant are you sure that your parents made the right call to sacrifice themselves for you."

Bubbling rage withered inside Harry already past the point of seeing red ears were burning and what felt like static and sheer cold tickled his fingers.

"SHUT UP YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THEM" Harry bellowed out his eye completely flooded emerald and blazing a few stray pebbles around Harry's feet started to swirl around a powerful energy engulfing the child.

"I guess your mother should have crossed her legs." Slade taunted menacingly his plan coming into fruition. "The worthless little who-"

"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP" Harry roared the last of his self-control evaporated a huge cluster of air sent forwards hurtling into Slade as he was thrown backwards into a set of rotating gears a few beams of steel in the rafters snapping from the ceiling in the impending crash landing on top like a dogpile clattering through the compound striking the world-famous mercenary in the chest, legs, and narrowly in the neck. A few more pairs of metal and the body were shrouded from sight.

"Slade" Harry shouted worried his anger under control he rushed forward, slapping a button on his way over the drones immediately falling inside as they calculated the problem a few hundred managing to remove the set of heavy gears from the greatest mercenary discarding it aside. Slade's armour had managed to break most of the damage through Harry could tell even with the Healing Factor it will take some time for him to recuperate. Harry helped the drones carry him to the medical bay Harry sent there a few times when the training sometimes got out of hand knew the way.

2 Weeks Later

Slade groaned himself awake, his armour had been discarded at the foot of his bed only dressed in a pair of shorts the duvet covering his body midway. Harry was sitting on the side of the bed through the murmuring of the older man made him wake up.

"This kinda reminds me of the time you found me" Harry said, attempting to ease the tension in the room. Slade grunted while easing himself to sit up taking a glass of water from the side and chugging the entire cup in one gulp.

"You hurled me across the room and into the gears," Slade stated not so much angry as Harry thought he would be but more just for recollection.

Harry's eyes narrowed. "After you insulted my mother."

Slade sighed. "I apologise for that, my apprentice, however all that I said was a lie you are not weak and your mother is definitely not a whore in any means. I purposely antagonised you in order to bring out your Metagene it was the only way most teens that have it can only gain access to their superpowers through traumatic sadness or incredible rage and I deduced that since you had most likely lived through the former you would be much more suited to the latter."

The explanation made a fair amount of sense if Slade had told Harry about his plan to bring the Metagene out beforehand, then it most likely wouldn't have worked having Harry's mind could process the insults were merely an illusion for a much grander scheme."

Harry frowned."I'm still not happy about it."

Slade ignoring his apprentice's unbalanced temperament pressed forward. "My mind appears to still be a little groggy from the topple of steel in my bones so perhaps you can reeducate your teacher on what your Metahuman ability is."

Harry nodded, bringing his hands up to Slade's eye level the palms of the child glowed with a leaf green aura a second later swirling of air formed in the palm of his hands transforming into a miniature cyclone. After Slade had started his recovery Harry had started his investigation on the strange power that had sent his mentor halfway through the warehouse and earning him his first victory in sparring experimenting with it until he had just enough control to call it on demand.

"Aerokinesis" Slade murmured the first time in weeks of rough and gruelling training was actually impressed. "The control and manipulation of air and factoring in how you could put me in the hospital a very powerful Elemental type. My we have work to do.

3 Weeks Later

After the final touches of Slades healing factor eased his legs back into place Harry and Slade started with practical techniques for Harry's Aerokinesis. Added to the daily training was a meditation for a layer of extra focus and to not let his emotions take control like last time soon the powers came naturally and almost fluid-like Harry started to form cyclones bigger and stronger every day a few books on Metahumans in Slade's library had helped Harry as he scoured through the pages reading up on techniques and theories scientists had about Metahuman abilities, the applications, power and most of all the precision, creativity and control.

Which is what brought Slade and Harry to one of their experiments with Slade staring at his apprentice shocked and baffled while Harry presented his mentor an electric baton.

"You want me to try to electrocute you." Slade deadpanned blandly.

"Yeah" Harry said confidently. "I have an experiment I wanna try."

Slade sighed. I'll bring you to the medical bay later"

Slade thrust the batons into Harry's gut the current of high voltage zapping through the child, however the electricity, though making physical contact didn't appear to be having much effect it was as though Harry didn't even feel it his whole body seemingly swallowed by green light.

Harry giggles. "Tickles."

Slade smirked his voice betraying his curiosity. "What did you do my apprentice?"

"It was in one of those science books I've been reading about as well as the science behind how metahumans function. I can control the air even to a massive degree such as the particles in the air and I guess you could say I make a kind of 'aura' around me that's what the green aura is; insulating the air so that when it comes in contact with any electricity the effects are negated. Simply enough, I'm electricity proof."

Silence reigned until a small dry chuckle turned into insidious laughter from the deadliest man in the world echoing from the walls while Harry just stared a small smile in place. Slade placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, pulling the boy into a one-armed hug.

"I got much more than I bargained for dear child"

Internally Harry erupted in euphoria at the surrogate father and returned the hug.

In success to Harrys, one-time experiment Slade offered his services to more of Harry's ideas to always offer caution not knowing just how off the scale the killer in training might be. The second experiment formed with Slade covering Harry's sole eye with a sash rendering him completely blind as he centred his spirit in the air and almost becoming one with it in his mind all the sounds around him the vibrations travelling through the air swirled through his senses even to the tiniest of movements from spiders eating its prey caught on webs. Slade had tried to land a kick in midair, but Harry rolled to the side latching onto his master's leg and swirled him to the side into submission. Tugging the sash from his eye Harry hoisted Slade back to his feet and from then on Slade had ordered Harry to fight with the sash for the rest of their training to expand the applications of this sixth sense exploiting any weakness if found.

The third experiment Harry didn't really need Slade except to maybe observe...or at least whatever he could. Bending the air around his 'aura' Harry became as invisible as the air and wind Slade thought he would be able to detect Harry but an eerie silence deafened the warehouse Slade stepped forward his eye swirling around to try to find his apprentice but when he turned a kick behind his right knee caught him by surprise a knife presented itself around his neck. Slade understood that he could control his ability over the wind to a high degree even at a young age not just from raw power but from the precision, control, temperature, density, direction and power output. The tests consisted being to oxidize the air around the metal to make it rot and crumble to dust, causing friction in the air to ionize and generate electricity and create density for fog for an easy getaway.

If this kept up Harry could prove to be one of the most powerful Meta Humans he had ever seen.

"Good form apprentice" Slade congratulated his student the floating knife lowered from his exposed neck while Harry shifted back to sight. "How did you stop yourself from being heard."

Harry shrugged. "Works like my senses with air. Since sound travels on the wind then all I have to do is make it stilled and it's completely disabled I focused it on my feet though making the knife invisible was a little tricky."

"I believe that we need to change our way of planning" Slade pondered. "We need some material for you.

A month with Harry still training, Slade brought him out of his collected calm to be introduced to the horrific sight before him. Roughly ten or so men were strapped to chairs gags over their mouths blindfolded and from the bruises roughly attacked before being brought here.

"While your power is impressive apprentice it is worthless until I know you are capable of the killer instinct," Slade said coldly.

"But I killed my cousin until there was nothing left." Harry argued.

Slade shook his head. "Yes, you did however that was in a fit of rage and raw emotion you need to be able to do that under any circumstances. Remember what I taught you apprentice emotions-"

"Are volatile and dangerous" Harry continued unleashing a sigh as his attention was brought to the abducted men. "Who are these people anyway?."

"Murderers, paedophiles, rapists, thieves and other pieces of scum in the world. While it is true, I myself am no saint Harry, on the contrary, I still have a soul drawing the line at my choice of those warranting death negating deals when it comes to women and children. They, however, do it only for entertainment."

Harry snarled, his rage creating billows of swarming wind the air quivered with cold making the abducted criminal's shiver.

One by one Harry took his time with each prisoner separately, making them state their names and crimes. The first who had been into child trafficking for sexual abuse on kids had helped Harry self teach himself how compressed air in a blast could tear through human flesh in a single attack, the explosion of blood was glorious.

Another was a little more feisty struggling against the bonds spewing saliva disgusted Harry concentrated blocking the profanities out of his mind as the air particles in the man's chest started to compress and expand violently the angry snarls dimmed down as blood pooled from his ears and mouth the air inside rupturing his internal organs into a mash which pooled around himself when the power near caught out of his control. Harry panted faintly until he gained his senses back grimacing his face in disgust wiping away the drips of brain matter from his cheek.

"Enough" Slade commanded his hand held on Harry's shoulder the blood lust starting to dissipate relishing his apprentice could activate and disable it on his own without having to step in. "I think that's enough for today's child why don't you get some rest I shall dispose of the rest.

Harry nodded bowing to his mentor before making his way back to his room the sounds of screaming and blood-curdling slaughter rang in his ears accompanied by his footsteps.

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1 Year Later

"Apprentice" Slade's voice boomed out. He was clad in a full suit of black, white shirt and matching slacks with a burgundy red tie white hair bonded in a ponytail billowing in the winds knowing it was under the young Metahumans control an overly large onyx black briefcase sat at the mercenaries feet. "It's time"

A tremendous barrel of squall billowed around Slade a shadow of a figure shot from the sky whips of air currents helped glide the boy almost as though he had been walking in the sky propelling him to Slade's side presenting himself to his master with an honour bound bow and smile.

"Consider this an initiation for your future." Slade toned out passing to Harry an unsealed folder which Harry slowly opened the documents inside slowly raised his eyes a menacing smile curling. It was information on the Dursleys location as well as future plans on leaving for a new place as well as transactions of bribed information from the security placed inside to bypass any pesky alarms and interfering outside neighbours. It wasn't really surprising if they would their son who they loved probably more than their reputation anybody would want to get away.

"They paid quite the large sum of money to keep your existing out of the papers from what my intelligence picked up" Slade added nonchalantly he turned to the air manipulator. "You are aware of your mission apprentice"

Harry nodded. "I am"

Slade grunted in acknowledgement the large briefcase at his side was lifted from the ground and taken by Harry who peeked inside the grin turned feral.

"All of the calibrations for the fibre and hardware you asked for" Harry asked zipping the case back up.

"Indeed. Remember this will be your first real mission so take heed and while I invoke violence when necessary I don't want the neighbours to be caught in the frenzy. Stealth first, then you can enjoy your torture session later they have a basement located underneath that will provide to be enough soundproof. Oh, and you'll want to completely destroy the house when you are done I'll have a transportation unit to bring you back the next morning you should find shelter in the meantime and then back to training like usual. Understood."

"Yes" Harry said.

"Yes, what"

"Yes, sir" Harry barked.

"Good. Now raise the gales of carnage and hen we shall talk about that little request of yours."

Harry's eyes hardened slugging the case over his shoulders. "You are still keeping your word on that".

"Dear child, my word is my bond..."

oOo

Footsteps echoed bouncing around an abandoned alleyway leering around the edges of Privet Drive an eerie wind sang through the neighbourhood, winds slamming into them threatening to crush whoever came into the street view. Harry walked through the street satisfied with the lack of people even the moonlit walks of cats were deserted. Harry was dressed in his full black skin bodysuit lilith almost like a second skin, though he assumed he would need to modify the look in the future if his body structure toughened up, gears and mechanical deadlocks around the joints only allowing himself to take it off composed entirely of something Slade called Promethium which was incredibly durable and could regenerate its fabric back in seconds when in impact with something as strong as a grenade! Covered over the suit was a white trench coat with an inverted black hood armour plating of another marvellous design material called Nth metal stated to be stronger and lighter than titanium was strapped on the arms, shins and shoulder and for extra protection woven in the fabric of the texture. A brown utility belt was strapped around his waist hoisting his two guns, smoke pellets, a single grenade, lock picking kit and his katana sword strapped to his back adorned with black combat boots with ghost-white soles a dagger inside a sheath strapped around the right ankle.

One would probably think that for a person who was designed to be more versatile in speed than the strength factor he wouldn't carry so much well with a little Air Manipulation including another skill which could use the air particles as a sort of cushion causing his gear to be the same weight as a feather detailing the air with a green aura made him practically silent. The final touch was the eye-patch gifted to him by Slade and a red ribbon woven around his left arm. According to Slade it was one of his mothers adornments from the old house it miraculously survived, Harry kept it as a sole reminder of where he came from as well as leading to the graduate to his mentor.

Harry set off in a run negating the sound waves so no noise emitted from his boots acknowledging his powers were working (he slightly thought he needed a cool nickname for these techniques he kept coming up with) he flew on the Dursley's rooftop and jumped sliding down the chimney arms outstretched to the sides of the bricks while he descended down the once familiar living room meeting him upon landing. It had changed quite drastically since the last time he saw it; white tulips adorned side by side with a picture of a pudgy little Dudley smiling greedily at the cameraman (probably intended on eating him) the furniture had been decreased along with most of the pictures on the wall, an assortment of cardboard boxes was piled in the corner. From the looks of it, they were both packing up and preparing to move.

Fuckers would be bled dry before the morning glow. His birthday tomorrow could add to the ambience.

Harry leapt up the flight of stairs, not even needing to touch the stairway as he crept along the corridor landing, memories whirling in his head about the abuse he had suffered from these mongrels. Oh god, what should he do first, maybe take one of their eyes as a trophy... No, he didn't want to catch something. Air Manipulation had just so many applications when you learned how it all worked the power was very intoxicating.

"No" Harry thought to himself reaching the small calm in his head. "Down boy wait until you've captured them first.

Passing through their bedroom Harry stood upwards examine the sights before him. Vernon and Petunia were huddled together in bed, snoring so loudly he doubted he even needed his power to get in here. Taking two injections of a sleeping agent, he carefully injected the two in the neck of each the shocked expression of creeping terror were sent to their trance all they saw was the emerging disdain from their missing nephew.

oOo

Vernon and Petunia had only been awake for an hour and a half before they had been abducted in their own home by the soon to be 11 year old, grabbing them by the scruffs of their pyjamas dragging them down the basement and had managed to strap the two in chairs just side by side to each other without even sparing words proceeded to torture them both one at a time from ruptured ribs, electricity which came from nowhere dissolving tiny amounts of flesh, slashes and whips of air helped create gashes and open wounds to which the boy who they had tormented and taunted without parents had already prepared buckets of water added with salt to tossing on them the blood-curdling; screams for mercy were met by his look of sadistic pleasure his cheeks felt a little hot from all the endorphins kicking in adding in more generated lightning helping to course over the water almost dancing.

"WE'RE GONNA KILL YOU YA LITTLE SHI- RARARARARRARARARARA" Vernon roared out another barrel of salted water streamed into his wound with a heaping jolt of sparks coursing through him and his wife sizzles of smoky flesh fuelled the room spluttering and incoherent pleas were started to remain. True, he couldn't manipulate water, but it was always wise to use what you had on demand.

"You can't seriously believe that you didn't have this coming." Harry taunted twirled his dagger unsheathing it from below a controlled billow of air sliding it to his palm like a warped magnet beginning glowed a dull light in the basement overhead bulb illuminating its magic runes as he slowly stalked around the elder Dursleys like a wolf with two fat lambs a sneer appearing as fast as it would grace itself in the fluttering darkness occasionally slashing them with the knife relishing in the squeaks and agonised cry's but being careful not to kill them in a place too vital.

"Should have killed you little hell spawn." snarled Petunia viciously trying to free herself from the ropes her defiance rising. "Addicted to causing pain and misery to us normal people."

Harry shrugged without a care in the world in times of his growing murder he felt oddly calm and relaxed. "Yes, I've learned I have quite the overwhelming blood lust I even get a little giddy from the torture sessions like I'm a sadist or something and don't even get me started on the evolving case of raising can I've mutated. Guess its early puberty."

"Probably from that redheaded whore of your mother" Vernon gurgled one of the wind slashes had given some of the bones in his jaw to come loose. "Filthy harlot."

"'~Did you know Uncle~" Harry had sung out already used to these repetitive insults placed a hand on Vernon's balding head only a slither of blonde hair remaining. "That you can charge the molecules in the air even if they're in your brain they can vibrate until they join with each other becoming larger and larger until-"

Vernon started to shudder violently his infamous bull faced expression melting from pale to red and then finally...

SPLAT

Vernon's body lay limp fell forward whatever remained of his head decorated the basement Petunia caught a little blood in her eyes, her husband's insides burning her irises whatever scream held to her lips was either her brain processing what was happening or what Harry hoped was the futility of her situation. Or the horse faced failure of a woman was choking on her saliva and perhaps saving him the trouble.

"I'm leaving now Auntie" Harry stated rummaging through Vernon's corpse, his wallet along with a little cash and work contacts presented to him blandly just as boring as he always was with a guy with a picket fence. "You will die Petunia I shall let my parents in the afterlife decide your fate. I curse you to the end of your days...which won't last longer than maybe half an hour when I set this decrepit house ablaze the explosion of a nasty gas explosion may not kill you from all the way down here but I assure you that if the fire doesn't kill you then being buried alive will the emergency crew will just believe two parents were beaten by sheer grief at the loss of their son and chose to join him. Oh well Toodles."

Harry had nothing more to say, preferring to use his air for better things like whistling a catchy tune skipping up the flight of stairs back into the main living room from the set of stairs in the kitchen. Petunia could do nothing more than gaze at what remained of her husband; whimpers of quivering lips failed to reply or even form words. Harry pushed back the cupboard under the stairs which used to be his room which had once been his room gazing at everything inside fondly wondering if anything worthwhile but deciding against it this life was dead to him just like the final tormentor soon would be.

Turning on the stove and cookers full blast and making sure to seal every door he allowed a faint gust of air to direct from the kitchen to every nook and cranny in the house including the basement Petunias shrieking flared to life profanities about "freak" and "murderer" barked out. Harry made his way outside through the chimney causing an updraft gliding him to the top once more leaning on the side proceeding to wipe some faint traces of dirt from his person a squall burst from him eradicating any dirt. Satisfied with the emerging smell of gas touched his nostrils he unsheathed a grenade he had been saving for the right occasion and pulled the cord dropping the weapon down the hole bursting from the roof negating his anti sound shield taking his seat high in the sky cursing he didn't have any popcorn. Or a token for his troubles.

"Report" the droll tone of Slade through a small communication bud in Harry's left ear it was small the deadly calm voice was loud and clear, but silent enough for only the student to hear almost like telepathy. "Was your mission a success my apprentice."

BOOM

The house below exploded outwards incendiary blaze and smoke threatened to reach Harry's dangling feet, making him wrinkle his nose from the smoke and hint of burning flesh and brimstone was more satisfying than aged wine.

A dry chuckle emitted from Slate. "I shall take that as the answer. Any fancy torture techniques?"

"Indeed," Harry said blandly a single finger pressed on the bud to transfer his voice through the transmission casting one last look at the house of his hell before gathering enough gale in his 'aura' and propelling himself through the air surfing on the wind currents into the midnight sky ignoring the gathering dots of neighbours entranced by the flames a distinct shrill of his aunt was silenced by the molten steel burying her down lower and lower reducing everything else into cinders including the boxes and boxes of letters addressed to one HARRY J POTTER the blood wards set in place strained before crumbling down the neighbours that saw it merely assumed it was the obsidian fumes clotting the windows.

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"Welcome back" Slade greeted Harry after the success of the mission he was transported back to the warehouse. Harry bowed to his master but was surprised when his mentor kneeled down enclosing the air manipulator in a strong duo armed hug almost fatherly.

"Are you OK?" Slade asked simply the tone threatening to break. "I know how much the first mission usually is, especially when it contains a familiar face."

Harry smiled grimly. "Not something I will lose sleep from. Thank you for allowing me the honour of that sir."

"Not a problem child." Slade waved it off nonchalantly. "However, there are more pressing matters to attend to."

"Oh"

"Why yes. It is your birthday, I believe and for that, I present to you as a tradition which follows unique gifts. The first will be the request you pended to me in the success to which I shall grant - a different address of name." Slade said. "You should have two in mind the first being a code name to be preferable for a future line of work in mercenary and hired hits and the second for civilian life personal and an outlet if you would."

Harry had thought about it a name for a while although a little shocked his mentor had bothered to bring the celebration up it was quite pleasant maybe even positive experience. "Well, I was thinking of the name Hadrian as a first name and if you allowed it a little different from Harry and way cooler, Wilson, as a second."

Slade nodded his acceptance willing to take the child in for his proven hard work as a surrogate son unknown to the two the name "Harry Potter" was wiped away from all outward letters trying to find the saviour of the wizarding world his records burning away the role for his acceptance disappeared. "And what of your name for a code name to the mercenary life."

"Rudra"

Slade quirked an eyebrow. "Quite catchy. The deity of the wind and storm clouds if I remember correctly and a keen personification of terror."

The newly formed Hadrian Wilson grinned. "According to legends".

"Quite."

Curious to the second gift Hadrian pushed forward. "You said two gifts am I correct. The gift for the name I take is my reward for the success of the mission, what is the second."

Slade stepped aside, allowing the appearance of a young girl standing by the warehouse's shutter doors to be seen she strode forward the lush flowing silver locks already told Hadrian who this girl was. She was a little shorter than Hadrian but he assumed that she would grow in time especially with the amount of small bumping muscles on her exposed arms and legs showed. She was dressed in a plain floral dress reaching the hem of her knees, skin sun-kissed and tanned meaning she must have previously been staying somewhere with a high amount of sun from what he could guess. Her face was small yet well detailed eyes like her father were grazed and hard knowing more than others her age and anything like Slade beyond her years.

Rose Wilson extended a dainty hand towards her new surrogate brother a faint smile threatening to peel itself on her face.

"Rose Wilson. It is a pleasure to finally meet the chosen apprentice of my dad." Rose said her tone a little strained.

Harry met her hand halfway grasping it gently being careful the hand was very acute almost glass-like. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Rose. My name is Hadrian Wilson. I always wanted a sibling.

Slade remained silent as always observing his two children whatever machinations flowed through his mind were left unsaid and sealed.

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A/N: Got a lot more done recently than I thought I would although like most others in the world I'm also trapped inside of my own house with nothing but a few experiments and studying for exams to do. The origin of Rose and Slade may be a little different or alternated I read through the comic books and summery, but I wanted it so that Rose and Slade generally got along with each other and the daughter wasn't trying to flay him like a fish.

I've read some of your reviews from the last chapters posted and I want you all to know ive been looking for a different grammar and plagiarism checker recently besides just using Grammerly. If any of you know one that is good to use I would appreciate it if you could message me or tell me in a Review. I'm beginning to use something called Ginger as well as using Grammerly now which is what I have used for this chapter.

A shout out of encouragement and acknowledgement to those trapped in their own homes in the crisis of the Corona Virus all my support and best wishes into surviving this time of year.

In the next chapter, it will be on the relationship building with the now made Rai and Rose Wilson perhaps including a few years of time skipping to the point they fight with the Teen Titans like I said before, it is the old 2005 cartoon so I'm watching over the old episodes and configuring them to get Rai and maybe Rose to fight them any ideas as well are always welcome.

ATTENTION. I KNOW THAT HIS NAME FROM WHAT YOU LAST REAS USED TO BE RAI BUT IVE DECIDED TO CHANGE THAT TO HADRIAN SIMPLY BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS WHACK AFTER A WHILE. ALSO THANK YOU TO THE REVIEWER THAT POINTED IT OUT...YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

Hadrian Harem List:

Terra Markov

Jinx

Black Fire.

Anybody wondering he will have interactions with the wizarding world, but only helping them after...which you will find when you get to it. My love and support to everybody. Stay safe and inside.