(Hey Everyone! MadnessMaker1337 Here! Sorry for the Hiatus and all but i was having writer's block which i decided to stave off by getting some inspiration from games and other stories, lately i've been delving deeply into neglect stories and i came across some pretty good ones involving Harry Potter who isn't the Boy-Who-Lived and has alive parents along with being abandoned at the Abusive Dursleys we all know and love (!). Anyway sarcasm aside I decided to try my luck after i read a few of Arawn D. Draven's stories which mostly consisted of Neglected WBWL Harry n different outcomes with a few dark or sad endings so i decided to just toss my OC Paragon into this story and see what would happen if he came across a badly beaten and abused harry, would he rescue him? Would his code prevent him from saving the child knowing that it's destined since it is Canon or would he go out of his way to rescue the boy giving him a real loving family? The choices could be endless! Well with this outta the way let's get into it! NOTE: I do not own Harry Potter i merely do this to satisfy my own vivid imagination and curiosity.)

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Harry Potter Universe 73463 - Surrey - Non-Canon Timeline Detected - Balance Protector onsight

Surrey, one of the many dozens of neighbourhoods in Britain, home to an assortment of your everyday normal people who live normal everyday jobs and lives, the houses are all the same save for the gardens which are made to the house owners tastes the same with the cars which are in different sizes and colors while an assortment of street lights adorn the blackened street all lighting up the silent road due to it being night, the only ones that occupy this silent street is a dog walker or 2 going for a midnight stroll or a common thief looking for an easy picking and a lone figure walking down the street that has never been seen before who is walking down the sidewalk hands in his pockets without a care in the world.

This figure is slightly taller than the average human high with a muscular physique under his clothes, the clothing he sports would make one think of him as a Hitman given the way he is dressed. He is dressed in a giant large trench coat that goes down to his knee's sporting dangling chains with spear-like tips pointing down to the ground, under the trench coat is a chestplate designed to be immune to all sorts of projectiles though it would have a flaw or 2, below his chestplate is a long sleeved T-shirt that has a color going up to his jawline giving him an intimidating look, on his legs is a tight set of trousers clinging to his legs not hindering his movements at all with knee caps on them giving them a armour like appearance while his boots appear to be heavy steel toe capped given the sound of thumping they give when he walks while on his hands is thick leather gloves covering his hands with small metal stubs and a plate on them while inside his trench-coat is 4 concealed weapons which consist of 2 pistols and two swords while his head sports a handsome looking face that has gone through its own fair share of battles but not a single scratch to show it while a mop of black hair is on his head along with his unique eyes, one sporting a red the other sporting blue making it unique.

His Name? Commander Paragon, Leader of the Multiverse Balance Forces and Victor of the Multiversal War and Cthulhu Mythos Invasion.

Right now he is taking a casual stroll after sealing away a Time Rift that made an appearance in Britain, fortunately there was no-one nearby so he was able to work unhindered and seal the Rift without any problems, though they would question as to why there's a giant crack in a wall but they would chalk it up to age.

"Nice night for a stroll." He mutters looking at all the identical looking houses but with different gardens.

Truthfully though nights like this and the quietness makes him put his guard up at all times, the last time he had a midnight stroll in a city he was ambushed by H.A.D.E.S, the result was the city being destroyed in the aftermath with thousands being caught in the crossfire, turns out he was on a H.A.D.E.S occupied city that they were about to tear down to make more room for a war factory and their effort to ambush him crushed that plan, he had to give the survivors a new home when H.A.D.E.S was driven off, he did make their city a vast casualty and those deaths were unavoidable, since then he always comes prepared for an ambush.

"Broadsword to Commander." A voice says in his small commlink in his ear.

"Paragon here, Status Report." He says putting a finger to his ear holding the commlink on, although he doesn't need to do that he'd rather not have a neighbour see him as insane speaking to thin air.

"Scan shows no more Rifts sir, the planet is totally clear of all abnormalities, we also checked the wizarding world, apart from Purebloods being Purebloods nothing out of the ordinary." Broadsword responds.

"Confirmed, i'll be up shortly keep weapons armed case H.A.D.E.S pops by for a show." He says.

"Roger Commander, Broadsword out." The communication line cuts off to which he removes his finger from his ear with a sigh.

"Maybe I should get a midnight snack and get Angelica a Donut, she always wanted one af-" His thoughts are cut off as Someone bumps into him from behind making him stagger before he quickly rights himself and turns around to confront the moron and notices no-one their and he hears a whimper before he looks down before his eyes widen before they frown at the sight.

What he sees is a sight that would make even the most stronghearted male or female break down in tears at it. At his feet is a boy no older than 4 in a mess that reminds Paragon of H.A.D.E.S cruel and sick experiments, he is in what appears to be tattered and ragged clothing which consist of a green ripped t-shirt and black trousers that are ripped badly they are struggling to stay up and some socks but no shoes, he appears to be wearing half broken glasses with some evident glass shards stuck in him, his body is riddled with wounds such as belt marks, bruises, cuts and a multitude of stab wounds that would be fatal to anyone of his age along with very few faded scars indicating this has happened multiple times while blood seems to seep from the mounts and combined with the boys very malnourished state he is surprised he is even alive, he also notes the limp left arm the boy has with a bit of bone showing.

However when he looks at the boy's fore-head he notes a faded scar to which realization immediately strikes Paragon, he damn well knows about that scar.

"You're…." Before he can utter the word a loud bellowing voice breaks the silence.

"BOY!" A loud bellowing voice is heard to which the small child whimpers and crawls behind Paragon trying to hide from whoever was chasing him.

Paragon immediately looks up to which he holds back the urge to vomit as he sees a man that looks like a whale of a man hobbling down his face beet red and clothing that's struggling to stay together and he appears to be holding what appears to be a belt and a knife making him glare at the man.

"What seems to be the problem sir?" Paragon calmly asks schooling his expression into a poker face.

"That boy behind you just ruined our family dinner!" The man yells breathing heavily.

"Oh? And how may i ask did he do that?" He asks with a hint of venom.

"By throwing the food out of the open window!" He bellows stomping which makes the boy whimper.

"I see, have you heard his side of the story?" He asks again balling his fists in his pockets.

"He said our Dudley made him fall which is a load of crap!" he bellows turning even redder.

"Hmm, is this true?" Paragon asks looking at the boy who merely nods tears cascading down.

"Why you!" The man yells reaching to grab him only for Paragon to snap his hand and grab Vernon's wrist in a tight grip.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that." Paragon says pushing the hand away.

"Why you! Do you know who i am!?" The whale like man yells at Paragon's face.

"No I don't as you never introdu-" He gets cut off.

"My name is Vernon Dursley! I will have you arrested if you don't move aside!" He yells.

"Well Mr Dursley as i said i cannot allow you to harm the boy, this is your first and last warning, attempt that and I will see that you have broken bones and your family put into a government prison." He says, the only prison he'd rather put this guy in is Black-Hole Prison, a place that is impossible to reach since it changes regularly.

"Are you threatening me!?" Vernon sneers to which his anger gets the best of him and launches his fist at Paragon's blank face to which it impacts and his anger turns to shock when he didn't even flinch from that.

At that Paragon merely sighs before batting away the offending arm.

"I warned you." He says before he buries his fist into Vernon making the Obese man double over in pain before he passes out, the exertion from running must've been too much.

With the annoyance dealt with Paragon turns to the boy and sees that he fainted against his leg, it seems that he fainted from the amount of blood loss.

"Better get you to the medical bay and this guy to an Interrogation Room." Paragon mutters as he cautiously picks up the boy in one arm sitting him right in it while a mere flick of his wrist and a chain comes out from no-where wrapping up Vernon and hovering him next to Paragon, he's most likely not going to last in an interrogation room.

A snap of his fingers and a portal opens up to which he steps through with his prisoner in tow before the portal closes as if there was no trace of anyone save for a blood trail from the boy.

Broadsword - Capital Ship - Medical Bay

The second he steps through Paragon yells.

"I need a stretcher ASAP, got a badly abused victim here!" He yells to the doctors who immediately scurry around to get an emergency stretcher used for patients that Paragon brings who are in critical condition while some soldiers guarding the place look in disbelief and questionable looks to the man next to their commander.

"Here, take this whale to the Prison and have him interrogated, use what means you need to ensure the man can be brought to prison along with his family and anyone included in the torture." Paragon says pushing the bound man to the soldiers who immediately take him into custody.

Seconds later a stretcher with an IV bag and Oxygen Mask are brought out to which Paragon carefully lays the boy on it to which they push him to Emergency.

"Sir, may we ask as to where you got the boy?" A doctor holding a clipboard asks.

"Surrey, was taking a stroll and he bumped into me, next thing i know that man came and knew he was the perpetrator given his weapons, knew it was Harry Potter, scar was evident." He says gesturing to his head.

"I see, well it might take us a bit to cure him of his ailments depending on the damage sir, also when he came by one of our Magical Doctors detected several charms around the boy along with some Blood Wards." He says

"This has Dumbledore all over it." Paragon says, he always hated that man doing whatever he wants for this "Greater Good" and what not.

At this the Doctor gulps nervously.

"there's also another thing sir…." The doctor says knowing the commander won't like what he's going to hear.

"And that is?" Paragon asks quirking an eyebrow.

"The Magical Doctor said the…..boy was Blood and Magic Disowned." He manages to say.

The reaction he saw was scary as Paragon's energy leaked, thats a terrible thing since he has always had perfect control of his energy given how it is vastly powerful when used and uncontrolled quantities can be hazardous to the environment and others.

"What….." He says pure venom, he always has a hatred for people doing this to their child, tossing them away as if they are trash or pawns, he's seen many moments where they are exceptionally powerful that their "Parents" come back wanting forgiveness but it backfired very badly on them.

"The ones who did it are Lily and James Potter." The doctor says to which he is blasted back as a pulse of Paragon's energy sends him and anyone nearby flying back before several chains grab them to prevent them from turning a bad shade of red and his energy is controlled immediately.

"Those bastards ...I'll bet Dumbledore put them up to this and convinced them he was a Squib." He says as the tip of the chains hanging from his trench coat open slightly.

Nobody moves since the commander has never done this before.

"I'll be in my office, ping me if the boy is awake and i want a FULL report of what injuries he took from those people." He says getting a shaky nod from the Doctor as Paragon turns around and stalks away to his on-board office, he needs to ponder and try his best to not go down and slaughter the whole Potter family.

Broadsword - A Hour Later - Paragon's Office

It's been about an Hour since Paragon left the Medical Bay and he is currently browsing the Medical Report he was just sent, needless to say his anger spiked tenfold and the planet below felt his spike sending all the electronics into haywire for a second, what he sees is enough for him to almost break his limits to let off some steam.

Name: Harry No Name (Blood and Magic Disowned)

Age: 4

House: None

Injuries: Broken Bones, cracks all over Skeleton, High Fever, Multiple Cuts and Bruises, Lacerations, Swollen Eye, Damaged Vocal Cords, Bad Vision, Burns, Scalds.

Ailments: Malnourished, Dislocated Arm, Shattered Knee, Collapsed Lung, Low Magic, Collapsing Magical Core, Hunger, Thirst, Terrible EyeSight, Hearing a bit impaired.

Magic: Near Squib Level, would have reached Grand Warlock if he lived a good life.

Note from Doctor: I fear that if he wasn't found in time he would have been dead the next day as his magic had dwindled significantly, he was disowned at the Age of 2, his core has been fighting to keep him alive.

After finishing this he merely snarls, what he has seen was absolutely brutal beyond anything, despite the Potters being called a "Light" Family they never really were, Paragon had always done his research and the Potter's were originally a "Dark" Family before an offspring was abducted and raised to be "Light" by an enemy of them, honestly he is starting to see why Voldemort would want to wage war against the "Light" but he agrees with his thoughts that there is no "Light" or "Dark" magic in the world, hell the other universes are using those types of spells and yet people here are following this shitty rule, it makes him think that it was one of those worlds that has evolved from that and would make him wanna go to the world's Chain of Balance and do an Evolution check.

"Pfff this kids got a drive i'll give him that, still even if we healed him the Blood and Magic Disownment would kill him at any moment, I would need to get him adopted if he has a sliver of a chance to survive this." He mutters placing his head into his hands contemplating.

Suddenly a knock is heard on the office doors.

"Enter!" Paragon announces closing the report and filing it away.

The door opens and a soldier comes in with a folder.

"Sorry to disturb you Commander but our interrogation with Vernon Dursley is done and he screamed like an opera singer with information." He says placing the folder on the commanders desk.

"Thank you, who were the interrogators?" He asks opening and looking through it was a sour face at his admittance.

"The Vendrils sir." He says making Paragon wince, he knows who they are, they are a couple who loathe anyone that are child abusers, child abusers that are in with them barely last a minute before they start screaming, the Vendrils are known since they use the mind arts and physical means to make their victim sing their secrets.

"Poor Bastard, hope they didn't kill him." Paragon says continuing to look through seeing that there's enough evidence to convict Vernon for life, the Black-Hole Prison has some of the nastiest people in the known Multiverse, Vernon and Petunia won't last in there.

"Well sir, after the interrogation, I think I saw one of them shed a tear at that." He admits making Paragon quirk up at that.

"Their still thinking back on that memory huh?" Paragon says thinking back, the Vendrils like all families had wanted a child, someone they could love and cherish but that was shattered when Viola Vendril's child died in Labour and made it impossible for her to have another child, he remembers that ear piercing wail from her that made half the crew deaf for a day, she was in a Coma for a month before her Husband John Vendril went into her mind and managed to coax her out.

Suddenly an idea came to Paragon after that memory, he found a solution to Harry's problem!

"Soldier! Bring the Vendrils to me right now! I need to speak to them urgently and tell them if there's other prisoners to forget about them and come right away!" He orders.

"Sir, what if they ask for the reason?" He asks

At that Paragon smiles.

"Tell them I found their dream." He says making the soldier confused but nods and runs off, if this goes according to plan he will have killed two birds with one stone, Solve the Vendrils Problem and Saved harry's life.

Five Minutes Later

A knock is heard to the entrance of his office.

"Enter" He says with a small pile of documents on the side.

The doors open to reveal a pair of two people.

The first one is a Female sporting blue long straight hair going past her shoulders, she has a face of pure innocence yet it is easy to manipulate others with that face given her profession with her eyes being a bit white, she seems to have a small round marble on her forehead with symbols etched onto it while the clothing she wears hides her impressive bust and figure which consists of robes with symbols with a uniform under and a small badge of an open book with an orb coming out of it, this one is Viola Vendril.

The second one is a slightly taller man that is wearing the same as the female but he has short red straight hair with a face that screams poker with the same marble and has black eyes, he is John Vendril.

"John, Viola thank you for coming and i apologise for taking your time from your duties." Paragon says gesturing for them to take a seat to which they do.

"It is no problem Commander, we were thinking of taking a break after that despicable man admitted to what he did." John says with venom while Viola is slightly shaking in anger.

"I trust you will have the Dursleys arrested and their son sent to Juvenile?" He asks getting a nod from Viola.

"Yes, we plan to have some soldiers pose as policemen to arrest them to which their will be a bit of an operation and less annoyance, they will be in Black-Hole prison by this world's next night." Viola says with a smirk.

"Good good, tell me what do you two think of the victim Harry Potter?" He asks getting some mixed reactions from the two.

"It's sad to see a kind boy like him being abused by someone he should see as a second parent and used as their own punching bag." John says.

"I remember seeing the terror in that young boys eyes when i went through his memories, as if he is scared of everything around him and the slightest noise had made him flinch most violently even when someone he hasn't met was moving to talk to him he just ran away, i think the worst memories was when he somehow teleported out of his "Home" in front of his uncle." Viola says though both men can clearly see it has upset her dearly.

"I see, tell me how would you two like to Adopt young Harry?" Paragon asks making the two immediately regain their composure.

"W...what?" Viola says quietly staring at him as if he is joking.

"Excuse me ...?" John asks in disbelief.

"I am not lying, the boy unfortunately has no choice." He says opening the file and turning it to the pair.

The second they finish viewing the folder Viola breaks down in a myriad of sobs with shock and horror evident in her eyes while John looks anger to which he consoles his wife who immediately latches on sobbing quietly into his shirt.

"Where are those bastard's?" John quietly asks.

"Don't try John, this should be an isolated incident, don't worry, I already have a plan in mind to undermine the Potters that would allow you free reign when they lose dearly." He says which has satisfied John…..for now.

"So it…..it's true right…? The boy will die at any moment?" Viola asks still tears cascading down.

"I'm afraid so, the emergency magic we have for people like him can't keep him stable for long, if he hits zero magic he won't not only be a Squib but he will be presumed dead since his magic is what fuels him." Paragon says sighing, he knows how damn well complicated magic can be at times, he coulda given a small bit of his but Multiversal Energy is extremely toxic especially to mortals and magicals, he recalls one time a Magical tried to steal his energy, needless to say the room gained a new shade of color.

"When can we begin?" John asks hope in his eyes.

"You two should know that once their is a Multiversal Adoption it has to be signed by these documents by both adopters and the child's signature and a drop of blood into the Adoption crystal which signifies this." he says as he brings out a crystal into a small tube.

"We understand." Viola says to which Paragon pushes the document over with an empty line for the Child's name and the signatures.

"Just put the child's name up here and your signatures and then we can go see the boy about this adoption." he says with a smile to which the two take a nearby pen and sign their signatures.

"Hmm, if i recall when we found out ours was a boy we decided to ooh what was his name?" John asks.

"Michael. Michael Vendril." Viola says to which she writes down the name.

"Now you two need to add your drops of blood then we will need the boys." He says as two sharp prongs appear from the crystal waiting for its donation to which the two gladly do a small prick with a small bit of blood going into it.

At this the door is heard knocking.

"Enter!" Paragon says and the doors open to reveal the doctor from before.

"Apologies Sir but the boy has come to and i'm afraid his magic is about to run dry even with the Emergency Magic we have, i'd say about 30 minutes before we declare him dead." He says.

"Well you two, let's go see your soon-to-be-son." Paragon says as he grabs the document and the crystal to which everyone head's to the Medical Bay.

Broadsword - Medical Bay - Emergency Wing.

Meanwhile in the Emergency Wing of the Broadsword a young and weakened young boy comes to with a cylinder with a purple energy in it connected to him that is somewhat keeping him alive, the last thing Harry recalls is somehow teleporting out of his uncle's house again after he was given a brutal beating after his uncle lost a very hefty promotion and decided to use him as his outlet to which he ran into a tall dark stranger and hid behind him before he passed out and yet he finds him in an entirely different area and he is currently under clean and COMFY bed sheets! The only time he ever slept in a bedsheet was when his Aunt Petunia tossed in a ratty old cover into his cupboard and he thought he was going to suffocate, sadly she tossed it out the next day leaving him in his cupboard.

Suddenly footsteps are heard to which he looks to the left to see a man in a white coat with specs and a clipboard walk in.

"Ah! Hello Harry! I'm glad your awake!" The doctor says in a cheerful tune he uses when it comes to child patients.

Harry's response is to shiver in fear before hiding under his covers hoping to disappear.

"Oh please don't do that, i wouldn't hurt a fly! I am one of the people that helped heal your wounds!" He says to which Harry looks himself over and notices small bandages and stitches where the more serious wounds are, heck he doesn't even feel any pain and his throat doesn't hurt anymore!

"Now could you please come out and i can explain as to where you are?" The doctor asks in a calm tone as he takes a seat next to the bed.

A minute passes before the boy pokes his head out looking at the doctor with his emerald eyes.

"Attaboy, now then, my name is Dr Phil, i'm the Chief Doctor here." He says with a polite tone looking at him with a smile.

Getting the courage to speak Harry attempts to talk. "H…..Hi…." His voice says coming out a bit crooked due to it not being used.

"There we go, now was that so hard?" Dr Phil says.

At that Harry pokes his head out more looking at the Doctor with a scared look waiting for him to be hit or thrown out.

"Please don't act like a scared mouse Harry, as a Doctor it is my job to look after patients regardless of who or what they are." He says.

"Where….?" He asks.

"Ah yes, your in the Emergency Ward of our Ship, the Commander brought you in on Death's Doorstep, we had to bust out all the stops to save you as well." He says.

"Man…..?" He asks wondering where the man he bumped to is and where Uncle Vernon is.

"Ah yes, the man who saved you is our Commander, he is a military leader and he decided to bring you here when he saw your condition and happy to say he frowns deeply upon an injured child, why i can be here all day telling you of his famous exploits that would no doubt make you look up to him." Dr Phil says with a soft chuckle while Harry looks with an emotionless face while inside he has a curiosity of these exploits.

"Now then, the Commander wishes to see you, he is just outside of this room, would you like me to call him in?" Dr Phil asks.

At that question Harry nods slightly wanting to meet the man who rescued him.

"Very well, Commander you may come in now!" Dr Phil says yelling to the room entrance to which heavy boots are heard and seconds later the tall intimidating man who he bumped into appears at the door, seeing his intimidating look he swiftly scurries under the covers.

Seeing that Paragon pouted a little.

"Oh come on, i am not that scary am i? It's just the way i look!" He says sending a glare at Dr Phil who lets out a chuckle.

"Come on Harry, the Commander won't harm you." Phil says successfully coaxing out Harry who pokes his head out.

"Hello Harry, how are you feeling?" Paragon asks to which he takes a seat at the bottom of the bed with a serene smile.

"No Pain….." He Croaks.

"That's good to know, it seems the Medi-gel is working wonders on your wounds." Paragon says knowing that the Medi-Gel is used to both clean wounds and speed up the sealing of wounds too.

"But…..Heart…..Hurts….." He manages to say to which Paragon looks to the right and see that the emergency magic they hooked him up to is dwindling, he would have to guess about 15 minutes are left before the boy prematurely dies from the magic.

"I am aware of that so i think ill get straight to the point, you are dying Harry, from lack of Magic." He says to which the boys eyes widen.

"Magic…..?" he asks tilting his head.

"Yes, tell me, has there been any weird occurrences around you? Like levitating plates, cutlery or you teleporting somewhere?" He asks.

"Yes….." Harry at that winces, his Uncle always berated him for that even when he is doing it subconsciously.

"The amount of damage your uncle has inflicted upon you has damaged your magic that badly that it was working very hard to save you and due to that your body is shutting down because of it." He says with a sad smile.

"How…..?" Harry asks with tears cascading down at this revelation.

"There's a way, however it would require you to be both Magic and Blood adopted, the adoption would stabilise your magic and allow you to live through this." Paragon says.

"Adoption!?..." Harry says widening his eyes at that idea, he was always told his parents died in a car crash and he was an orphan.

"Yes, I know of a couple who would be willing to adopt you, they have been looking for a child for years after they lost their…..first child, it broke their hearts like glass and the entire ship felt their suffering." He says.

"Meet….?" He somehow asks, he wants to see them first, to know if they truly do want him and this is not a cruel prank minutes away from him dying.

"Ofcourse, John, Viola please come inside." Paragon says to the entrance to which a couple come in with the female holding her mouth with tears pouring down at the look of Harry while the male looks at him with a sad smile.

"Hello Harry, my name is Viola and this is my husband John…." She says as they come closer.

"Hello there Harry." John says struggling to not hold the boy in his arms.

"H….Hi…." He meekly says coughly slightly.

"John, his eyes remind me of the Emerald Stars back in Libra, they are so shiny…" Viola says with a watery smile.

"Yea, they do indeed." He agrees.

"True….?Adoption?" Harry asks coughing with a bit of blood.

"Yes, when the Commander spoke about you and offered the solution we truly accepted the offer, we wish to adopt you as our son." John says.

"We would love to have a son like you in our family, one we could cherish with all our love." Viola says with her tears not stopping.

At that Harry couldn't contain more tears as they continue to dribble down him.

"y…..Yes!" he manages to blurt out.

At that Paragon smiles to which he brings out a piece of paper and a crystal with 2 drops of blood.

"Very well, can you write Harry?" Paragon asks.

"Kinda….." He says, though his writing is awful since he hasn't learnt much due to his lifestyle.

"Alright, don't worry about the mistakes the pen will auto correct it." He says as he places the paper infront of Harry and places the pen in his hand to which Paragon points to a dotted line since his vision is not good.

"Just write your name here." he says to which Harry with great difficulty manages to write his name on the paper to which it autocorrects to his full name

'Harry NoName'

"Alright, now i need you to prick your finger on the needle of this crystal and you will be officially adopted in both Magic and Blood, you may feel a bit of a slight discomfort." He says to which he holds the crystal out.

Harry looks at the crystal with difficulty under Dr Phil gently holds his arm and starts to soothe him saying he will guild his finger to it to which he presses his finger and a small drop of blood enters the Crystal to which it glows blue.

"Good boy, now the adoption happens." Paragon says to which both the paper and the crystal suddenly levitate between the two before they break into small flakes of energy to which they all split up going into both the Vendrils and Harry binding them to the adoption.

The Doctor seeing this looks at the small monitor connected and notices Harry's magic is being replenished.

"Sir! The monitor shows the boys magic is replenishing!" Dr Phil says in excitement to which Paragon smiles.

"Good, it seems that it is over." He says to which he looks to Harry and notices he has passed out while the Vendrils are seen hugging each other.

"We have a son now John….our very own baby boy…." Viola says tearilly.

"I know my violet, i know…" John says rubbing her.

"The boy will have to stay here for 2 days to finish the rest of the injuries, i need to head to gringotts and see if the boy has any inheritances, if his Ex-Family does an inheritance test they would claim the treasures and I'd rather not have them take em." Paragon says holding out a vial of Harry's old blood, if the goblin's don't accept it? Well they'll get to witness why he is feared across the Multiverse.

"I think me and Viola will do our part and get the Dursleys arrested and sent to prison." John says.

"Good, Dr Phil i leave the boy in your hands." Paragon says to Dr Phil who nods.

"Yes Commander, I will update you of his condition." Dr Phil says to which the Commander gets up cracking his neck.

"Right time to visit Diagon alley." to which he vanishes, he hopes he doesn't see the Potters cos he sure as heck wouldn't hold himself back from obliterating both them and half the planet away.

(Well i had a fun time doing that, i had to look though this many times to get it juuuuust right! so yea my first harry potter fanfiction! Leave your comments and i will look em over, any flamers i will just delete and if you hate it? Tell me why don't insult me! i will delete those.)