Harry Barton

Chapter 1: Meet the father

Harry had been at home, or rather the place he was forced to live for three weeks now, three weeks of nightmare filled dreams and sleepless nights. Last night was no exception, he had dreamed of Cedric dying in front of him, he couldn't help but let his mind wander as he worked under the boiling sun it was reaching the hottest part of the day but he knew he wouldn't be allowed to rest until the garden was clean of weeds, even then he would be lucky to get a meal, more likely leftovers and a small glass of water. He winched as the rose bushes cut open his hand, he didn't show any more pain then that, he knew if he complained he would get lashed, it was something he would rather avoid. The sun moved across the sky it seemed painfully slow too some but honestly Harry enjoyed the quiet and the work, he just wished he wasn't forced to do it and wasn't starved in the process. He sighed as the shadows lengthened and the coolness of the evening began to set it, he had barely finished half the garden.

'Get in here freak' his uncle growled from the back door. Harry walked tiredly up to the house, as he passed his uncle, Vernon grabbed him and threw him to the floor, 'Go to your room Freak' Harry looked wistfully at the mountains of food adorning the table. His uncle smirked cruelly 'If you wanted to eat boy, you should have finished the garden' He said almost gleefully. Harry sighed and tried to stand, but he was barely on his hands and knees before his uncle kicked him and Harry was sent tumbling through the doorway. He pushed himself to himself to his feet hurriedly and scrambled up the stairs before his uncle had a change of heart and decided to beat him again. He stumbled through the door to his room too tired to do anything but collapse face first on his bed and let sleep overtake him.

It was early, when Harry's eyes snapped open his usual nightmare had awoke him. No sounds from the birds the morning sun only just peaking over the horizon. Privet Drive was quiet the wind making the only sound as it bushed quietly against the trees. Inside number four a green eyed boy of the name Harry Potter aged fourteen lay away on his bed, dried tear marks on his cheeks, no of pain or sadness he had learnt a long time ago if he cried in pain the pain would just get worse. No Harry Potter was angry, scratch that he was furious, his so called best friends had abandoned him, for 3 weeks now he had hadn't heard a single word from them no letters not even a note telling him what was going on, finally after three weeks of desperate letters begging for news he had finally gotten a reply for all the fucking good that had done he thought bitterly, from the way it sounded they were together having fun, he half expected them to be a couple by now and not both telling him. He didn't even know where they were, or what was going on in the outside world, no news of Voldemort or what he was planning, and he was the one who had to watch him come back. All the while he been locked up here after watching Cedric die, forced to return to the one place he hated more then all others the one place he wished he could leave and never return to. With no news and no real contact to the world which he belonged in.

The soft thud outside his window startled him, he grabbed his wand and moved across, glancing down he say his guard laying face down in the grass still and no assailant insight. He jumped when he heard the loud knocking on the door, he groaned knowing his uncle would take this out on him whether or not it was his fault, sure enough 'BOY GET THE RUDDY DOOR' sliding his wand into his pocket he moved to open his bedroom door before remembering he had been locked in, he banged his head against the frame, this was going to be even worse. The knocking persisted and he heard the floorboards groan under his uncles weight as he pushed himself out of bed, his heavy footfalls echoed throughout the house as he made his way downstairs muttering about freaks and being woken at ungodly hours. He heard the front door open and his uncles voice travel up the stairs, barely staying rational. 'Who are you', he heard his snark 'and what are you doing at this hour?' Harry stood hardly breathing hoping beyond all it was Dumbledoor or someone sent by him to get him out of here. He heard a calm American voice answer 'My name is Clint Barton and I'm here for my son Harry' Harry's eyes opened wide at this his wildest dream had just been fulfilled. He heard Vernon's reply angry and tense, holding back just enough to stop himself screaming 'You're that freaks father, where the fuck have you been.'

'What did you just call my son?' Harry could hear the anger in the strangers voice.

'I called him freak that's...' That's as far as Vernon got before he howled in pain, Harry heard the distinct snap of bones, a sound he was only too familiar with. 'Where's my son' the anger was still there, Vernon stayed quiet moaning in pain. 'Answer me or I'll break your other leg' he growled out. 'Up...upstairs' his uncle stuttered out 'end of the hall on the right.'

Light footsteps, so quiet he could hardly hear them. He heard his aunt's shrill voice 'Who do you think you are walking into my house?' She demanded. The same voice answered in the same controlled manner, harry could tell it was a forced calmness. 'I'm hear for my son and if either you or the fat ones get in my way we'll have a problem.' Petunia whimpered and Harry heard her usher Dudley back into his room. Harry moved away for the door training his wand at it, ready to defend himself. He heard the locks on his door being pulled back and then the door was swung open, and a man stood in the doorway, tall and powerful, at least to Harry he seemed that way, he stood taller than his uncle and seemed to fill the doorway, but by no means was he fat, he was muscular and lean. He gave a gentle smile at Harry 'Hello son' All Harry could do was stare his was like his own reflection looking back at him, but with lighter hair and brown eyes. Harry lowered his wand slowly but didn't relax his grip, Barton, Clint, His father smiled slightly at that. 'You've got good instincts kid, never trust someone until you know there trustworthy.' Harry smiled back at this, a tight smile no real happiness in that smile. 'It's the one good thing that came out of this year' he said bitterly. Barton nodded 'Well how about you pack everything up and we leave this place?'

'Really' Hope flooded Harry and Barton Smiled widely seeing this hope in his eyes. He crouched down and look Harry directly in his eyes 'Harry I'm your father, I'll explain all but I'd rather not be here longer than we half to be.' Harry nodded 'Ok, just let me pack' With a few waves of his wand his belongings were packed into his trunk and Hedwig's cage shrunk and packed away. He bent to pick up the trunk but his father beat him to it. 'Come on son' He placed his on Harry's shoulder and frowned when he felt him flinch. He lead Harry down the stairs, Harry smirking when he saw Dudley and Petunia Huddling in the doorway at the far end of the hallway. His uncle lay on the floor whimpering as Harry and his father walked out the door. Harry frowned as his father lead him down the street towards the park 'umm Dad' he tried out the word it sounded strange 'Mr. Barton?' he hesitantly asked. Barton looked down at him with a smile 'Just call me Clint for now' Harry nodded 'Ok Clint where are we going?' Harry asked. 'To the park' Clint replied 'You'll see when we get there' he had a small smirk on his face not unlike the Weasley twins had after pulling a particularly clever prank. The park came into view and Clint lead him to an open field he held up a remote and pressed a button and an aircraft shimmered into view. Harry gasped slightly not having seen this outside of magic before. 'Come on son' Clint said walking up the ramp into the jet 'Time to take you to your new home' turning back to face Harry a broad smile plastered on his face.

AN: Please rate and review, constructive criticism welcome, please just don't say its bad or I have bad grammer, please suggest on how to improve. Not sure how regular my updates will be, but will try and publish at least one chapter a week, will possibly be a lot more for the first couple of weeks as I have five chapters already lined up.