I decided to start this story, while I am waiting for my beta reader to finish my other story. Dark Angel: 452 or Max, is not complete, and will not be abandoned. I hope you enjoy this one as much as that one. This one is a crossover between Harry Potter and Dark Angel. I hope you like it.
"Talking"
'thinking'
/parseltongue/
:Military Hand Motions:
Dark Angel and Harry Potter
Presents
A New Beginning
Harry Potter, also known as the-boy-who-lived, also known as The Chosen One, was currently sitting in his room. Or what he thought was his room. A little cupboard in Surrey, London. This boy was not normal, not normal at all. Some would say that he was just a little horror. A freak, who doesn't deserve to live. Others might say, what a lovely boy. Always active.
But there was always a reason for him being active. He was a runner. But what was he running from? His cousin. His stupid big, fat, pig of a cousin…Dudley Dursley. For Harry Potter lived with his Aunt and Uncle. But why, may you ask. His parents were killed. Murdered in cold blood, by none other than Lord Voldemort.
(I sincerely hope that since you are reading this that you know who HE is, if you don't go read the Harry Potter series)
But that is not the only person who picked on him. No…his Aunt and Uncle did everything to make his life a living hell. He was different…way different. He ran too fast for his age, and was smart as hell. And at other times he 'made' things happen. Like the time his teacher was yelling at him for not doing his homework, her tongue inflated to three times its size. But the last thing he had done broke the Dursleys.
"How dare you, you little freak!" yelled his Uncle.
"I mean to, I swear. I was scared." Whimpered the young boy.
"I don't give a flyin' fuck. You will go to your cupboard. Do not come out until you are called, do you understand me."
"Yes, Uncle Vernon."
"I AM NOT YOUR BLASTED UNCLE, FREAK."
"Yes, sir," he creaked.
The boy was thrown into the cupboard, and it was locked.
"Petunia, what are we going to do. You went to that, that, school. Surely there is something we could do."
"Well," said Petunia, as she pulled out her wand, (she went to Durmstang, at least in my story). "Don't you have a friend. Damn…what was his name. The guy who does Genetic Engineering."
"Who, Lydecker?"
"Yes. He can take him, for a price of course. Then I can do the Fidalius Charm. (I don't think I spelled it right, oh well)
"Yes, that would work. I'll call him right now."
The overly large man, walked into the living room, and dialed a number.
"Lydecker here."
"Hello Don ol' pal."
"Who the hell is this?"
"It's me Vernon Dursley."
"Hello Vernon. How are things going?"
"Pretty well. But as you know I usually do not call for social reasons."
"Of course. What do you want this time."
"Ten thousand dollars, American."
"This had better be pretty good, Vernon."
"I have a wizard."
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not. Word around the Service is that you are into Genetic Engineering. Well if you take this Boy, to wherever you do your stuff. He can make a big difference. A wizard."
"How do you know all this."
"Because my wife is a witch. A metamorphmagus if I am not mistaken. She has already confirmed that he is a powerful wizard. He can already do magic."
"I'll get back to you in two days Vernon. I need to talk to the scienctists about it."
"Very well."
"Talk to you later then."
"Good bye."
The huge man hung up. He walked back into the kitchen.
"Okay Petunia. Everything is all set up. Now can you cast the charm?"
"Of course."
"Good. Before that is done, I think that…Harry," he said this in a strained voice, "will need a little education. I need you to cram all of your knowledge of magic into his brain. He will not be using a wand at all, so get to it. And remember Petunia, I own you."
"But I…"
SLAP.
"Just do as I say, freak."
"Of course, Vernon."
Donald Lydecker. A name that was feared throughout the complex…was stumped. He continued walking toward the Genetics Lab, while pondering the conversation that he had just went through.
'A wizard. I heard the rumors, but always thought that they were just a myth. If could get that kid to be made into a Transgenic, he could be the first of Millions. Sure my kids are good, but a real wizard. He could turn invisible, and well…more.'
He walked into the lab to see one of his kids arm broken.
"Hurry up with that Jugson. I need you over here now."
"Sir, yes, sir."
He finished quickly and made his over to him.
"Sir?" he asked.
"I need to know if you can make a Transgenic, a X-series transgenic to someone who is already alive."
"Yeah I can, but I thought that you didn't want to do those anymore, sir."
"Yes, but this boy is special. He is a wizard."
"Very funny sir."
"This is no joke Jugson. He is a wand waving wizard. He will he here tomorrow. Make all the preparation. Get Psy-Ops ready, for a hard one."
With that he walked out. He got out his cell phone and dialed Vernon.
"Hello," said the voice on the other end.
"Its me Lydecker."
"Made up your mind."
"Yes. Will do it. Here are the cordinations. Have you wife meet me there in a.s.a.p."
"Hold on…Petunia," the voice was heard over the phone, "can fast can you do that?"
"It is already done Vernon. Good I want you to take the boy to him right now."
"Yes Vernon I can apparate there now. What is the location?"
The man told him where he was and with a loud crack, heard over the phone, and another crack, Lydecker got his first look at the child.
'This is going to work out perfectly. He will be the newest addition to the X-5 Transgenics. His designation will be XW-5 549.'
Little did he know that this would be the only one.
Thank you for reading this chapter. If you could please review, and tell me what you think. Is it good? Is it bad? Should I continue? Or just stick to my other fic? Please tell me.