13I DON'T OWN ANY OF THIS. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME ROWLING/MARVEL.
HYDRA Research Facility, August 13 2012, 2000 Hours EEST, Hadrian Potter P.O.V.
It was yet another dark and cold day here in HYDRA Castle, as I've take to calling the place. Hasn't changed much in the, what was it now, 16 years, I've lived here. After my oh-so-loving relatives, the Dursleys, pawned me off to HYDRA, I was expiremented on. They kept theowing drug after drug in my system, some made me sick, some knocked me out, one was apparently truth serum (1.), and I get the feeling more than a few were supposed to make me die but somehow didn't. Weird things kept happening around me, like objects floating, things changing shape or color, healing injuries overnight. I assumed that the drugs were making me hallucinate, or I was just going insane and feeding an overactive imagination. Decidedly not, considering HYDRA saw it too, and decided I was causing it. They called me an enhanced, considered me prime material for what they called the Winter Soldier Program. From what I could gather, I would be boosted to the maximum human potential, and become an unswervingly loyal agent of HYDRA. They injected me with Winter Soldier Serum, a variation on the Super Soldier Serum they gave to Red Skull apparently, and tried to brainwash me. Unlike this other dude James Barnes they supposedly tried this on, it didn't work, and just gave me better control over the weird things I was the epicenter of, I think by somehow shielding my mind and giving me laser focus. Either way, I controlled the freakishness, as the Dursleys had called it, better, and HYDRA didn't control me any better. So, 16 year old Harry Potter is deemed potentially dangerous, and locked in a cell meant for observation and supposedly strong enough to contain something only referred to as Project: Hercules (2.). Back to the point, I can control the freakishness better, and begin little expirements, trying to find my limits, what exactly I could do. The basic answer? Magic. I can blow things up, repair them, change something into something else, grow or shrink items, virtually anything. So I go on my merry way for a good seven or eight years, getting better and better at "magic", until they decide to bring in an object called "Loki's scepter", which can apparently mind-control people. They planned to use it to place me under HYDRA command, in lieu of the Winter Soldier program from years ago. It also apparently grants superhuman abilities because I'm now telepathic in addition to magical. More freakishness for Harry from the cupboard under the stairs. Yay! Using this newfound strength for the mental arts allows me to manipulates fears and desires, use mind control, and access limited telekinesis. In light of this new revelation, HYDRA needs more test subjects to give "enhancements" to. That brings us to tonight.
"Next!" Sounded the call of Dr. List, leading HYDRA scientist in the castle. Two more sets of footsteps shuffle forward. I sigh. Same as always. More volunteers are being subjected to the power of the scepter. Everyone they've tried so far hasn't obtained abilities, and was killed. I hear the familiar powering up sound, the screams of excruciating pain, and then, silence. Guess they died too. I guessed wrong. I crane my neck araround to look at the bolts on the door opening, and two people being unceremoniously thrown in cells across from mine.
"Are you two test subjects from Loki's scepter?! 'Cause if so, awesome! You two would be, respectively, second and third, I was first, but you probably guessed that already. Still, even if not, I'm stoked. It's been so long since I've had proper chatting buddies, oh wait, I'm rambling, sorry. Hi, I'm Hadrian Potter." I excitedly ramble on.
"Wanda Maximoff. And the white haired idiot is my twin brother Pietro." A brunette beaty replied, earning a "Hey!" from her apparent twin. She had bright sea green eyes, a gorgeous figure, an adorable heart shaped face, and looked to be about 5'6. Her twin was taller, I'd say 6". Sky blue eyes, chiseled jawline, lean, runners body, and snow white hair, uncommon for someone so young. Both looked around my age, maybe a year or so younger. I cracked a grin. Finally, I wasn't alone. This was going to be fun.
AN: I'm sorry! I know, the last two chapters have been major exposition dumps, and the next one probably will be too, but please, give me a chance!
1. A muggle drug developed by HYDRA, not Veritaserum.
2. Project: Hercules is my own creation, an ongoing operation to recreate the Hulk. The Hulk was canonically created in 2003, and Harry is thrown in the cell in 2004. Hercules starts up two months after the first Culver University incident.