Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K Rowling and Marvel.

Chapter 1

"Pet, he's doing it again!" Vernon shouted as he entered the kitchen, yawning as he did. Pet, his wife groaned and immediately stood up from her sofa, earl grey in hand and marched towards the backyard. Another groan slipped past her lips when she spotted the object of her husband's complaint.

"Come on Potter! Two more to Hundred! Show some guts!" Shouted her son Dudley, who was either coaching his cousin or just enjoying the show. Said cousin was currently shirtless, sweating and bench-pressing the family car for what looked to be a hundred repetitions. With a loud grunt, the dark haired child slowly set the vehicle down and wiggled his way out, beaming ear to ear. Stomping her way towards the two delinquents, Petunia swiftly made her presence known.

"This is the sixth, no I won't hear it! The sixth bloody time I've told you boys! No exercising with the car!" Petunia shrieked, scaring the boys into standing ramrod straight. A drip of sweat rolled down Harry's forehead, slowly making it's way towards the bridge of his nose, leaving him with an extreme urge to scratch it. Nonetheless he remained at attention as his aunt laid into them both for once again 'acting like a pair of absolute dobbers that were practically begging the suits to invade their home'.

Vernon always said that Petunia was a prim and proper woman that put discipline, cleanliness and normalcy over all else. That is until, the pair known as Harry Potter and Dudley Dursley began to walk and speak. He blamed them for turning his wife into a fouled-mouth, beer drinking banshee that scared the living daylights out of everyone.

"-do you have anything to say for yourselves! Anything at all!?" she finished, a glare so fierce pierced through the boys, making them gulp.

"We were working our way up to trucks?" Dudley answered sheepishly, instantly making his cousin slap his own forehead. Petunia's vein in her temple began to throb with sheer anger and frustration.

"The two of you..." Petunia snarled, but stopped in confusion, blinking as her nephew was nowhere to be found. "Well then diddykins, if Harry isn't here I guess you'll do double?" she merely continued unfazed.

"Oh come on! He pulls this all the time! What's a Dursley have to do around here to get some fairness huh!?" he yelled in protest, eyes wide as saucers.

"Don't blame me dear, it's not my fault you weren't born a wizard. It's your father's-"

"Oi! I can clearly hear you!"

The 'wizard' of the house appeared in the bathroom cackling like a madman. If Harry had a choice of 'favorite power' out of the plethora he possessed, it would most definitely be teleportation. It was a recently discovered one too, he had been playing hide and seek with Dudley when it happened. One moment he was cursing his choice of not taking the roof for a hiding spot and the next he was on the roof.

Aunt Petunia once said that it was an absolute blessing to the family that Harry had managed to inherit only a fraction of his father's powers as he grew older. Harry kind of agreed with her. Imagine if a toddler version of him was running around with that kind of strength... The family knew how much he disliked even the mention of his genetic donor, thankfully the topic was never brought up again.

Taking his time to freshen up, Harry dressed himself and rushed downstairs, only to find...

.

.

His brain stopped dead for a moment as he tried to process the ridiculous sight before him. If there was one word to describe it, it would be Pandemonium. It was absolute pandemonium in the Dursley home. There Dudley was, digging his nose like some kind of barbarian as usual, his uncle was trying to load his shotgun 'Roxy' all half-assed because he was too busy arguing with a holy mother..

There was absolute giant of a man standing in their living room. He looked to be eight feet tall, or even taller! Harry's eyes widened exponentially as the absolute unit of a man waving his equally gigantic umbrella, roaring as he did. His aunt was there too, trying to placate the two vastly differently sized man while sneakily trying to open her can of beer. Harry's brain strained as it tried to absorb this moment as:

A) A dream

B) A comedy

C) Going Mad

D) An actual threat to his family

His mind immediately picked an answer for him as the giant's hand reached out and grab his uncle by the neck, easily covering it with his huge meaty fingers. Snapping into focus, Harry wasted no time in dashing forwards, jumping as high as the ceiling let him. With a loud cry, Harry landed an amazingly brutal elbow strike directly at the temple.

Its head snapped so hard towards the side they thought Harry had broken his neck.

The Giant went down instantly, his head slamming to the bricks above the fireplace, before comedically sliding downwards and smashing into the fireplace itself. The family of four stared at what they thought was an eight foot corpse before looking into each others eyes. The was a moment's pause... and then..

"You've killed him!"

"Who the bloody hell is this!"

"Roxy could have handled it!"

"How are we going to explain this!?"

"He was manhandling Uncle!"

"She was just stuck a bit is all!"

"Harry the Giant-slayer!"

Everyone turned to stare at Dudley.

"You are hereby banned from any more supernatural occurrences." Petunia announced, which of course started up a whole new argument that had everyone screaming over the other to get their voices heard.

"This household does not appreciate my wit and genius!"

"Wha- this wasn't supernatural!"

"That is final young man!"

"But we're partners!"

"Come on we're supposed to be P.A.D!"

"We're not using that name! "

A loud groan interrupted them, turning all four as silent as a crypt. Vernon immediately loaded Roxy up and took aim while Petunia kept jabbing her finger at the giant, mouthing words toward her nephew. Dudley just stuck his finger in his nose, knowing that there was absolutely nothing in hell that he could do to contribute to this situation.

"Alright alright!" Harry whispered loudly. With a grunt, he lifted the unconscious man onto his back. "I have an idea! Uncle, grab your industrial chains! We'll tie 'im to the huge tree in the back. Auntie, you go and get something to gag him, and Dudley. You're with me, for emotional support." Everyone nodded, staring at him frantically with wide eyes.

"Let's get moving people!" he whispered harshly, getting everyone into gear. Within five minutes, the Dursleys had an eight foot, scraggly bearded giant tied up to a tree in their backyard with chains. It wasn't even past ten in the morning.

"Before we wake the obviously impossible but nonetheless existing giant, can somebody tell me exactly what happened?" Harry asked tentatively as the family of four studied their captive, googly eyes burning with curiousity.

"Well, first he barged in through the front door-" Dudley started.

"then he started screaming about...well about you-" Vernon continued.

"that's when your uncle pulled Roxy out and things just... broke down" Petunia.

"That's informative." Harry mumbled under his breath. "So... do we... wait?" Harry asked, looking at the adults for guidance. His aunt shrugged her dainty shoulders, chugged her beer and poured the rest of it right into the intruder's face.

"Nice one mum." Dudley cheered.

His father quickly shushed him, pointing the shotgun as close as he dared. The giant in chains sputtered and groaned his way into the waking world. Shaking his head the man blinked quickly, eyes narrowing in obvious anger at the barrel facing him down. He immediately tried to stand, but quickly found out his arse was rooted to the ground, courtesy of Dudley's boy scout tying skills that suprisingly worked with chains.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing man! Get me out of these chains right now!" he bellowed. Petunia quickly stuffed one of Vernon's old shirts into the giant's mouth, effectively silencing him.

"Not so tough now are ya pal? Now why don't you tell us exactly who you are and why you came to my house. Or I'll have Harry here give you another ruddy good whipping." Vernon threatened, tapping the muzzle of his double barreled shotgun onto the tied up man's forehead.

The nephew in question took center stage, grinning maliciously as he did. The giant's eyes flashed in recognition, they quickly zipped up to his forehead, where Harry's lightning bolt scar was and back to his eyes.

Harry on the other hand, merely snarled and slammed his fist onto the bark just above the man's head. He was careful not to rip the tree in half but gave it enough to make sure he meant business.

"Dudley's going to take the knickers out from your lips old man, and you better not scream." he warned, slowly closing his right fist slow and hard, making sure their captive concentrated on the ominous cracks that accompanied the action. The giant nodded frantically, a bead of sweat rolling down his already bruised temple.

As soon as the gag was removed a cacophony of poorly worded phrases and sentences flooded out. It was mostly apologies and well wishes but as soon as the man saw his captors annoyance beginning to show he quickly got to the point.

"arry, it's really you! I'm so sorry oh it was all a misunderstanding, you have to believe me! Dumbledore said that-" Petunia gasped dramatically at that, and proceeded to gag the tied up man once again.

"I remember a Dumbledore Pet! Wasn't he..-"

"Yes! He was the one that left Harry at our doorsteps!" Petunia exclaimed, cutting her husband off. Both of them stared each other in surprise. Petunia quickly removed the gag.

"Yes yes, the headmaster thought it was best Harry here was left with his family. He send me to get Harry when he didn't respond to the Hogwarts letters." the Giant explained.

"The nerve of that old shit!" Petunia suddenly raged, crushing her can in hand.

The giant's head snapped up at that and he growled menacingly, teeth bared in anger.

"Never insult Albus Dumbledore in front of me!" he growled at her. However his anger quickly dissipated when an irate Vernon jabbed the shotgun in his face.

"She can insult whoever she wants you giant freak! Now tell us who the hell you are!" he demanded, pushing him harshly against the tree. Petunia quickly pulled her husband back however.

"G-grounds-keeper of Hogwarts alright! The name's Hagrid! I was the one who brought Harry here eleven years ago. Dumbledore told me to check up on ye when you wouldn't reply to our letters you see." he said.

"You already said that." Dudley pointed out.

"Doesn't explain why you were so hostile now wasn't it?" Petunia asked with narrowed eyes.

"Well.. uh..that is- I..uh.." he stuttered out, suddenly red in the face. All he got in return was four very unamused faces.

"Well we uh... received information that uh.. suggested that Harry here's been..well... not being treated right?" he managed to get out, looking pained as he did. Probably because of how untrue that so called 'information' was. The resulting reaction was expected, as the pair of parents blew up spectacularly.

"He thinks we're abusing the boy!?" Vernon half-yelled, fighting the urge to take his finger out of the trigger guard and just start beating the other man with it. "Some balls you have talking shite like that!" he raged.

"You..You've been spying on us!" Petunia pointed out, apoplectic. "You've been spying on us all this time! How dare you!" she said, throwing her crushed can of beer at Hagrid's face.

"Oh I shouldn't have said that.." Hagrid muttered, wincing as the can bounced harmlessly off his forehead.

Hagrid gulped in fear as Harry stepped up towards him, eyes glowing dangerously. The boy's fist crackled with miniature lightning bolts, jumping from one finger to another, lightning up his whole fist in harsh blue light.

"You're going to tell us everything you know."

Rubeus Hagrid was not having a good time, no he was most certainly not having a good time at all. Professor Mcgonagall warned him about drinking on the job, now he was starting to regret not listening to her.

Here he was, tied to a tree in the back of Harry Potter's house with a bloody double barrel in his face. He drank about two bottles of firewhiskey before arriving at the Dursley house, not enough to get him smashed but enough to get a buzz going. Hagrid swore to himself he would never touch that shite again if it kept getting him into these kinds of situation. He should have taken his 'Harry' duties a tad bit more seriously.

Speaking of, who knew that Harry was so talented at wandless magic? Hagrid had never heard of wizards generating lightning from their fingers before, then again, this was the boy who survived the killing curse.

"It's Figg alright! Arabella Figg opposite you! She's been stationed there for years, supposed to be keeping an eye on Harry here in case..." he stopped halfway, unsure if he should continue. Professor Dumbledore would really have his hide if spilled anymore secrets.

Then again, Professor Dumbledore didn't have lightning and shotgun in his face right now didn't he? He was very loyal to the Headmaster of course but this was Harry of all people.

"Followers of...you-know-who appeared.." he whispered the last part, shuddering.

"Who?" all four of his captors asked in confusion. Hagrid blinked, then leaned forwards again to whisper.

"He-who-must-not-be-named..." he said.

"Who must not be named?" Harry asked, face scrunched up.

"You-know-who!" Hagrid whispered again harshly, hoping they would drop the topic.

"I don't know who you knob! Tell us the name!" Harry snarled at him, waving his lightning coated fist so close Hagrid could almost smell his beard singe. That was when he realized his mistake.

If he could he would have slapped his own forehead, of course they didn't know the name. Loathe as he was to speak it, Harry looked to be nearing the end of his patience, and he did not want to get a matching scar on his own forehead.

"Lord...Lord Voldemort.." he whispered so softly all four had strain themselves to hear.

"Okay, so some french bloke wants to kill Harry? Is that it?" Dudley asked incredulously, making a face.

"He..he's british..." Hagrid choked out, never once he heard you-know-who being referred to as some french bloke before.

"I know that name... Lily mentioned it once or twice when she was visiting with James... it was him wasn't it? The one that..." Petunia stopped, looking pained as she struggled to finish her sentence.

"Yeah... it was him alright.." Hagrid finished for her, not being able to look her. The pain was obvious in her eyes, it made him feel a bit guilty for assuming she and her husband were mistreating Harry.

"Oh yeah? You want to tell me what happened to my coward father too?" Harry demanded, voice harsh and full of venom.

Hagrid gasped in horror, "Harry! How could you! James sacrificed his life for-"

"I'm not talking about James! I'm talking about my father!" Harry said, sneering at him.

Hagrid merely stared blankly at him, he didn't know what the hell Harry was talking about now.

"Oh you don't know? He made mum pregnant then decided to run away because he had 'important duties' to attend to. She had to marry her best-friend to avoid a scandal!" Harry revealed.

Hagrid's jaw practically slammed against the grass below.

The headmaster had some serious explaining to do.

A/N: This just popped into my head yesterday.