Hadrian James Potter

Summary: It was the day after Halloween. A hidden world in Britain was rejoicing, for a ruthless tyrant was vanquished. The child responsible, merely a year old, was celebrated. The boy himself was unaware, sleeping blissfully as he was dropped at the door of an orphanage.

Note: HP/Naruto/Avengers crossover, AU, Dark-Harry, OC-Harry, some OMCs, slight Dumbledore-bashing (I think), Odin-bashing, Frigga-bashing, Dimension travel.

A/N: For the crossover part, the setting is mainly in the Harry Potter and Marvel Universe, with selected Naruto characters pushing the plot.

I'm also gonna break people's hearts with the amount of cannon butchering and general ignorance, but I love Avengers, and Naruto, and Harry Potter. So I will bask in my ignorance. *insert haughty huff*

There will be a time skip from first year to the Battle of Hogwarts (I'm sorry)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the canon characters or plotlines. If I did, no women would exist.

Chapter 1

Hadrian James Potter observed the things going on around him. The three year old was in a small playroom with other kids his age and a watchful nanny. Unlike the other brats, he didn't like to play, he liked to observe. Each day he would not grow tired of just watching the other kids play, their childish arguments, how they laugh at the silliest of things and how they aggravated their watcher for the day. The small toddler took note of all these things, unconsciously mimicking them when it suited his needs.

Little Tyson, another child his age, was currently throwing a tantrum a few meters away. He was screaming and throwing toys everywhere as Miss Lizzy tried to calm him down. A stray building block hit Harry on the forehead and dropped before him. Harry looked at it, ignoring the pain it caused. His emerald emotionless eyes unblinking, he picked it up to examine it. He wondered what would have happened if it wasn't a building block that hit him. If it was something more dangerous. Like the small pointy thing Robin was happy to snick in one day.

The building morphed into a plain pocket knife, fascinating the young yet intelligent toddler. Unthinkingly, he brought the sharp end to his palm and dragged the knife. Pain like he never felt before made itself known as blood flowed out. This only served to intrigue him more even as tears flowed down his face. He definitely won't do that again, but how about to someone else?

It was two weeks later that Harry discovered that pain was also felt by everyone else. Charlotte had fallen down the stairs and broke her arm. The sounds she made were annoying, worse than when she laughed or threw a tantrum.

If anything, Harry was observant. He knew weird things happened around him, like things appearing in front of him if he desperately wanted them, how he healed faster than his peers, how Ben would scream in pain when Harry was angry at him. After some time observing, he also knew that it wasn't something considered normal. So far no one noticed it and it was fine with him.

Two weeks after his fourth birthday a lovely couple adopted Harry. They were kind people, looking out for his needs, but Harry just felt oddly detached from them; like they didn't matter. They also had a terrible seven year old daughter who was too loud and obnoxious. The only good thing that came out of it is that he had unlimited access to the telly, especially liking the national geographic shows unlike the cartoons Suzie liked to watch.

It was only three month later that Suzie managed to annoy him beyond his limits. A tongue of fire lashed out from his hand and burned her arm. She screamed loudly in pain, making his ears hurt, and ran out of the enflamed room. Mrs. Johnson quickly got him out as the firemen were called. The Johnson couple did not believe Suzie's story, the naughty liar she was.

Such incidents, though milder, kept happening. Finally, the Johnsons had enough and brought him back to the orphanage, suspicious and fearing for their 'princess's' safety. Oddly enough, Harry was OK with it.

Harry was reading a book that Mrs. Conner found at a dumpster thinking it would be good for the children. It was titled 'Magic and its uses.', obviously a fantasy book, or so she thought. Only Harry knew otherwise. Unlike all the other books, it 'glowed' for lack of a better term. He was the first to snatch it up, and discovered the world of magic.

Being the intelligent boy he was, he was able to read it to some level. He now knew he was a wizard. It answered most of the questions he formulated over time, how all these strange things happened. The book ghosted over topics like spells, runes, rituals, magical creatures, potions and wards. Harry ate it all up, getting a general idea of how his powers worked. Though he did not have a wand, he was sure that he could do most of it. After all, all those things he did were without a wand. Pity there were no spells written there.

Two weeks after finding the book he sneaked out of the orphanage on the bus the older kids took to school. Taking out an old wrinkled map he confiscated from the head matron's office, he made his way to the city library. Of course, he had to beg the librarian to at least look around, mimicking Pricilla's pathetic acts that get her what she wants. He was led to the kid's section of the library, which was virtually empty. Just taking a look around proved that there were some magical books in there. He walked to the glowing books and picked them up. 'Famous Wizards and Witches of the century.', Magical Creatures 101.', 'Fantastic Beasts and where to find them.', 'The rise and fall of the dark lords.', and 'Charms and Transfigurations: A beginner.'. Harry was baffled at how no one ever noticed how special these books were, but he was satisfied nonetheless as he sat down to read.

After three visits Harry finished three of the books. He especially liked the 'Charms and Transfigurations.' book as it contained spells he could practice. It was also in the 'the rise and fall of the dark lords.' that he learned about the defeat of Voldemort at the hands of the baby Harry Potter. He was convinced that it was himself, the description fit. He was young, not stupid.

He continued to visit the library for more reading, but a month later he ran out of reading material. So the four year old snuck into the main library and searched for more magical books. He found most of them in the fantasy section. He was happy to see there were some that contained many spells, detailed with descriptions and wand movements. He guessed the library people threw such books here when they found them. He was able to practice for months with success. He found one particular book helpful. 'Wand magics and rituals for beginner to mastery: Self Updating.' It held a wealth of information.

Harry was now a regular at the library and well behaved too. So much that the librarian gave him a library card and permitted him to borrow some of the books. It was a dream come true.

He started primary school at five years old. It was then that it became clear how intelligent Harry was. He outshined his peers so much that they bumped him up a few levels in the same year, taking IQ tests to determine his level. So it was when he was six that he was put in fifth grade. The children were awful but they eventually left him alone with a bit of magical…encouragement.

Even so, life at the orphanage was not going well. Jealousy and hate were the emotions surrounding Harry Potter, singling him out and isolating him. The matrons did nothing against it either. Either way, the kids stayed away from him, fearing the odd occurrences that befell anyone who offended him.

Thomas Bridgestone had had enough of Hadrian Potter. The boy was bright and polite, but he could see the glint that was in his eye and how he acted as if the world itself was beneath him. He knew that Harry was somehow connected to the many accidents that occurred around the orphanage. Today, a child died. Mathew Pearson, he fell off the second floor and broke his neck. The police investigated and wrote it off as an accident, but Thomas knew better. The atmosphere between Hadrian and Mathew had been tense the past few days. He was sure Hadrian did it.

So he stormed into Hadrian's room and barged the door open. Inside, Hadrian was reading a book as always. "Boy! Pack your things!" Hadrian looked up, startled. "May I ask why, Mr. Bridgestone." "You're leaving. I've had enough of your freakishness, you devil spawn. Pack and leave! You have thirty minutes before I throw you out myself!" Thomas shouted and stormed out.

Surprisingly, thirty minutes later Harry walked out of the orphanage with his duffle bag and school bag, head held high. He gave him one last cold glare before walking out forever.

A/N: For those who are confused, Thomas Bridgestone is the one who owns the orphanage.