In a Flash

Summary: My name is Harry Potter and I'm the fastest man alive. When I was seven years old I was struck by a bolt of lightning that made me the impossible. An eleven I learned that I was a wizard. Using my Speed and Magic I defy Voldemort and his Death Eaters, A Corrupt Ministry, Tons of politicians and Manipulative Headmasters whilst while improving, improvising and expanding my skill set.

Prologue

Will

Will was everything. Power came second. Intent never mattered.

Harry James Potter lashed out with everything had. The dummy in the room of requirement crumpled like a sack of potatoes. He wiped the sweat off his brow, a satisfied smile surfacing on his handsome face.

If anyone were to look at him, Harry James Potter would be the name farthest from their minds. Gone were the huge spectacles that covered his face. His hair was much longer, elegantly falling up to his shoulders. His head was the only part that he could willingly manipulate. The little Black blood he had gained from his grandmother had given him just that, little metamorphmagus abilities.

He was wearing a sleeveless shirt that made his lean muscular build visible. He would never be an Arnold Schwarzenegger, boy he loved the man's movies, as he had a much more lean build that gave him strength while at the same time allowed him to be fast which was essential. More muscle meant that though punches were extra powerful, they were significantly slow. And for Harry, speed was everything.

The most widely known story around Hogwarts was that Harry Potter was abused. It was true, so he had made no move to deny it. The bulky two sizes larger clothes of Dudley Dursley cemented the truth about the rumor. People thought that he didn't know when they talked about him, even Ron and Hermione. But if there was one thing that he, Harry Potter was good at, it was stealth. He had the uncanny ability to just meld into the darkness. A skill he developed in the first seven years of his life, when he had been powerless to protect himself.

Harry wiped his face on a clean white towel conjured by the magic of the Room. He had been at it for nearly two hours now. His core was nearly empty, but no worries. It would regenerate in the morning. It always did. He sat down, Indian style, closing his eyes and focusing on his Occlumency. He made it his priority to practice Occlumency at least once a day, for if there was ever a person with more secrets than Albus Dumbledore, it was Harry Potter.

When he had first found out at the middle of his first year that wizards could read minds, implant thoughts, cast compulsions, he had been horrified. That had been the beginning point of his wariness. Every night he had snuck into the library to read and learn as much as possible. After he got his invisibility cloak Harry rarely slept in his dorm. Keeping appearances were way too easy for him.

A deep breath always helped to kick start things. He needed the meditation to keep his temper with Snape and Umbridge the next day. The first day of his fifth year at Hogwarts. Things were bad enough as it is, what with the Ministry slandering him in all directions.

It was nearly twelve when Harry departed from the RoR. He stepped out of the room as the doors closed. He was at the entrance to Gryffindor tower by the time the doors of the RoR closed.

He was Harry Potter, The Fastest Man Alive.

A seven year old boy ran across the wet school ground that was damp with the rain. A dozen bullies chased behind him. The other kids in the school watched with frightful eyes, none daring to interfere.

The poor boy slipped, flying a few feet before falling with a thud on the ground. He got up without acknowledging the pain from the huge scratch on his leg. It was starting to bleed. Curbing the whimper that threatened to break free, he clamped his mouth shut. He started limping away, but it was to no avail, as the bullies were only a short distance away.

Thunder rumbled in the background as a bolt of lightning flashed across the darkened skies. A small lovely drizzle of rain started.

"There he is. Catch him!" Piers, a kid in the young boy's neighborhood shouted in vindictive glee.

In that instant, the young bespectacled boy wished beyond anything that he could get away from the beating that was to follow. He closed his eyes willing with his very being to just … just … vanish.

His magic raced to fulfill the need.

The bullies gaped as their green eyed, black haired prey disappeared into thin air in front of their very eyes.

The bleeding young boy opened his eyes to find himself on the roof of their school. He blinked in astonishment wondering how he got there. He looked down from the school roof to see the kids playing, a teacher minding them as they ran after one another in mirth.

The blonde adult never seemed to be there when he was bullied. She was very pretty, and gentle with the children. The young orphan had many a times wondered whether his own mother had been that way.

Warm, soft, with a voice that was melodious. Sometimes he got a fleeting memory of red hair, it came whenever he thought of his mother.

He looked at his bleeding leg. He knew that he was going to get a beating from his uncle for doing something freakish. The little boy had no idea as to how he had done what he had done.

Tears formed at the corner of his eyes, behind the huge glasses that he usually wore. He would go without food for months this time.

'I wish I had power … some … p-power' the boy thought suddenly.

"I want power" the boy said to himself.

Standing up, ignoring his bleeding leg suddenly he yelled, "I want to be Powerful, please" the last word came out as a whimper. There was a longing and certainty attached to his voice that only a seven year old could have. Yet there was an underlying pain that no child should ever possess.

His shouting registered in the ears of the people below. The teacher gasped seeing her student on top of the roof. Though no one had understood the young boy's shouting due to him being so far away, nearly everyone had heard him.

Dudley Dursley and his gang of bullies returned just in time to see a huge bolt of lightning strike the vague figure of some kid on the roof.

The teacher and all the kids watched in pure horror as the lightning struck limp body of the boy fell from the top of the building, straight on top of a tent that had been recently constructed to serve as a food stall.

A/N:

Hey there, this is my second plot. I'm partially done with the next chapter of 'An Enigmatic Mystery'. The problem is, that I don't want any mistakes. So, I'm basically just, writing, deleting, re-writing, etc.

How's this story by the way? Just that Harry has an extra superpower. Lol, this story came to my mind as soon as I saw the first episode of 'The Flash'. Ya, I'm several months late, but still. I love 'The Arrow' as well.

This is not a complete crossover. Just that Harry will have Flash's power's as you may have guessed. The plot follows from his fifth year, beginning. Daphne ... I love Daphne ... I mean, she belongs to Harry and all ... but ... I find her to be a really great Character pairing option.

I may change the pairing on request of my readers. This chapter is also short, cause I remember someone saying that my first chapter of 'An Enigmatic Mystery' was too long.

This is not a bashing fic, but in the Harry Potter Universe, the way people react ... you write it in words and POOF! ... you have a bashing story.

I'll try to make it realistic.

Anyways Review your thoughts !