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Little Whinging, Privet Drive. Sunday 6th August 1997

Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. For five years, he'd been living with his dreadful Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Cousin Dudley. The Dursley's. Harry has black hair that was all messy and wears circle glasses and his clothes were big because his uncle and aunt forced him to wear Dudley's old clothes. He was always locked up in the cupboard under the stairs whenever he does something wrong. And every time he asked where he got the lightning bolt scar on his hear, his aunt just answered, "In the car crash that killed your parents."

Five years, Harry couldn't take it anymore. Sense he turned Three, the Dursley's treated him like a slave. This was it. He knew he had to escape from them. He always dreamed about seeing the world. Tonight, he has a plane to make that dream a reality.

When the Dursley's were all asleep, and the clock said it was midnight, Harry sneaked out of the cupboard, grabbed his uncles wallet witch he keeps in his coat, pulled out some money, and quietly made his way out the front door and away from #4 Privet Drive.

"GET UP!" Petunia yelled the next morning. Harry for some reason wasn't coming out of the cupboard.

"What's taking him so long?!" Vernon asked in anger.

"The boy won't come out of there." Petunia answered.

"Boy!" Vernon shouted. "Gut your butt out here and make me my coffee!" No response "Don't make me come in there!"

Still, no response.

"THAT'S IT! YOU ASKED FOR IT FREAK!" Vernon shouted as he burst the door open.

But then, both Dursley's gasped the moment they saw that he was gone. Just as Dudley came running down the stairs.

"Wake up Cousin! We're going to"

"He's not here." Petunia said to Dudley.

"What?"

"He ran off with my money!" Vernon shouted when he saw his wallet on the floor. "When we find him,"

"Don't say that Vernon." Petunia said to calm him down. "You know what they'll do if they found out he ran away?"

Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Monday August 7th, 1997

Of course, Albus Dumbledore was indeed aware that Harry has run away. The moment the word got out, Professor McGonagall was filled with range and hexed Dumbledore with the Leg-locker curse.

"I told you!" She shouted. "The Dursley's are the worst Muggles I've ever seen! Now the boy could be who knows where in the world!"

What made things worse was that Harry had gone somewhere over seas witch made it hard for Dumbledore to use the trace to find him. So all that remains is, where is he now?

New York City. Monday August, 7th 1997

Harry managed to get on a plain to New York City by telling someone that it was his parents ride. After leaving the airport, Harry took some time to look around the city before looking for a place for him to stay.

The problem was, there were many street thugs he had to avoid if he still wanted to have some money left over. And because of how big the city was, finding a place to stay was going to be hard. But Harry knew he had to find someplace.

But then, soddenly, he walked into an alley were a gang of street thugs called the Purple Dragons cornered him and snatched the remaining of his money and left him on the street. And it wasn't just him, many kids have been robed by those guys.

Harry was upset and began to cry. He had no money now. He was stuck in New York without money and his relatives are likely to find him soon. And he did not want to go back in that cupboard. Before Harry knew it, he leaned his head on the dead end of the alley and let all his tears out.

"Is something wrong my friend?" Asked a voice.

Harry tuned around to see who it was. No. Not who but what. It was the voice of what looked like a giant rat in robes that looked like they were from Japan and it held onto a walking stick. But it was being nice to him. No. Not it. He. But he was in the shadows so Harry didn't see him well.

"How can someone so young walk alone with no parent?"

"My uncle and aunt hates me. I had to run away." Harry answered to the rat. "I thought if I come here to New York, I'd have a better life. But some Purple Dragons stole all my money."

"Very wise but also foolish young one. All relatives care for their children."

"Not my aunt and uncle. They treated me like a slave. Making me do all the work in the house. And if I messed up, they'd lock me up in a cupboard under the stairs and never gave me enough food or even beet me up as punishment."

"What?!" The rat asked in anger. "That is not punishment! That is abuse! Nobody has the right to treat a child like that!"

Harry was thrown back a bit by the rats outburst. But from his point of view, the rat was a lot more caring than the Dursley's were. Plus, Harry can tell that the rat wants to help him.

"I suggest you follow me."

Before Harry knew it, the rat opened a manhole cover and dropped down to the sewer tunnels. Harry was unsure about this. But followed him anyway. From there, Harry managed to get a perfect view on the rat's grey fur as they walked through the tunnels. Harry then wondered, who and what is he?

"I know what you are thinking young one." The rat said to him. "I have memories of when I used to be a normal rat."

"He was a normal rat." Harry whispered to himself.

"I was the pet rat of the great ninja master, Hamato Yoshi. I spent my time in my cage mimicing his movements. But after a terrible accident I can not explain, I found myself without my master. A couple days after that, I saw a boy about your age holding onto a glass jar with four baby turtles. But then there was an accident. An old blind man was crossing the street when he was almost run over by a large truck. Fortunately, a teenage boy saw what was happening and quickly knocked the man out of the way and knocked over the jar as it smashed.

As the truck jammed to a stop, a metal canister fell and bounced out the back. The young boy was about to reclaim his pets until the canister bounced in front of him and fell into these sewer tunnels. I followed them down. The turtles landed on their shells witch broke their fall. But the canister smashed open. Releasing a glowing ooze witch covered their bodies. I took pitty, gathering them up in a coffee can. Though some of them exposed me to the ooze as well. I took them to my burrow where we rested for the night.

The next morning, I awoke to find that the four have doubled in size. The strange ooze must have effected their growth. It changed me also. Making me more larger and more intelligent. They followed me everywhere I went. Except above ground. I knew the people of the surface would never understand everything about us. We are very different. I was amazed at the turtles experience. But even I was not ready for what happened next."

"Splin...ter?"

"They actually spoke. My name. And soon, all of them were speaking. And soon after, were intelligent's. I began training them. Teaching them all that I learned from Master Yoshi. The ways of the ninja. The art stealth and power and all that I knew of this world. From a battered book on Renaissance Art I fished out of the storm drain, I chose names for each of them. Leonardo. Michelangelo. Donatello. Raphael."

Four Turtles. One rat. All turned into mutants. Now Harry was amazed. Maybe they won't seem so bad.

Soon, they got to a hidden door witch was the lair they were staying in. When Harry entered, he saw the turtles doing their training. Until they stopped and saw Harry at the door. At first, they thought he was an intruder. But Splinter told them that Harry was here to escape his dreadful relatives.

Soon, Harry was adopted into the family. Spending the next 6 years with the turtles and learning the ways of Ninjutsu. But soon, he will learn that there's more to him than he thought.