Disclaimer; I do not own any Harry Potter or Marvel things I can sell under my name.

Harry Potter is the current Master of Death. As Master of Death, he had to watch over the tiny mortals (like a Watcher but with the ability to mess with them freely, and those guys, in Harry's opinion, are too snobby).

When Harry got bored he would do stupid things like; create alternate universes, or argue with Death over the soul of a goldfish. Sometimes, he would play cupid and match random people together so they ended up in a perfectly stable relationship.

After Ginny died (Natural causes), Harry had spent the rest of his life making his kids and grandkids happy-

He also managed to become Master of Death and had seemingly lost the power to naturally age, but that is irrelevant.

-Harry got bored easily because he would run out of things to do, he'd run out of ideas to make real but his forever buddy was there.

Death was a bit strange. Death had no gender nor face and did not have a physical body. Death did have a voice though, and it annoyed Harry. Death's voice didn't make his ears bleed or cause a headache, but it did sound like…

...like if your best friend kept saying you were the best in the world in front of a jury of teachers that you know they know you cheated on a few quizzes.

Death did have his moments though. The entity would give Harry wonderfully dangerous and exciting ideas.

Harry was now smiling broadly to the air, remembering something that Death had recently said.

Unfortunately, he looked a bit insane since he was sitting alone in the corner of a cosy coffee shop. The table for two Harry sat at shook as he quickly stood up and left the little building. He took a left into a skinny alleyway and then a right down another, he took a few more random twists before he eventually ended up in a secluded spot that lacked any bright colours.

Harry tapped on a small grey stone that was attached to a dark red band around his right wrist, and with a small 'poof!' a cloud of black smoke appeared,

"You called, my Lord?" The cloud of smoke was Death.

Harry scowled lightly whilst running hand through his messy hair,

"I want to do that one thing you had said a few hours ago- the one with mutants, and don't call me Lord, it's still super weird!"

Death answered again but ignored the last part,

"You wish to go into the Mutant comic book world, my Lord?"

"Yes! I finished reading the small stack I found and I'm already loving its universe plot"

Harry looked exceedingly happy at the moment, so Death gave the old wizard some time before responding,

"That is your decision then, have fun my Lord" Death nodded, and a small cloud of grey formed in front of Harry.

The puffing smoke seemed to get bigger before Harry fell unconscious.

Death watched from the shadows as his Master was picked up by another strange man, the man had red eyewear that looked like it was there for an important reason.

A white-haired woman swiftly walked over to the two, (Death being unnoticed to the two mortals) and ordered his Master's holder to retreat to a base.

The man scowled at the female, grumbling the name 'Capt'n Stormy ' before being waved off after being called 'Stiff Cyclops'.

The entity of Afterlife followed the Cyclops fellow until he deemed it safe to leave young Harry with him.

Harry woke up sore in a white twin-sized bed. The Chosen One looked around the room before spotting a mirror in the corner. Potter went over to the reflective glass and looked inside…

Dear Merlin's flaming snake!

He didn't know if Death had humour or not, but as Harry looked into the mirror only to find a sixteen-year-old boy staring back, he laughed. Most of the times Harry went places, he was just a normal-looking guy, but his sixteen old body looked as if he was refused food during his childhood! Granted, he was-but his aunt and cousin ended up befriending Teddy and the relatively calm kids. His uncle remained a right bastard though.

Harry resumed planning for his adventure in this queer dimension and had decided he wanted to be a mutant. In fact, Harry decided that painting himself as an unpredictable variable was the best and most enjoyable role other than acting like a complete lunatic.

He thoughtfully stared into the glass without actually inspecting himself and stormed up some ideas for what his mutation should be...Maybe he could just fly? Flying is fun, but what about teleportation?

AHA! AN IDEA!

Harry resumed his attention on the mirror and watched as his skin slowly changed from his pale complexion to a rich dark blue before turning back normal. Shapeshifting! If Harry could change his appearance he could kind of connect it to healing and his physical advancements!

Suddenly, the door to this room swung open, shocking Harry and revealing a red-haired woman with a man wearing red glasses.

The female was harshly scolding the man before the two turned towards Harry's bed to find him gone. The woman glared at the eyewear guy, and then looked around the room and spotting Harry.

The seemingly young boy stared back at her bashfully before placing down the mirror, and in his never-fading accent said,

"I should probably leave now, right?"

Harry inwardly scowled at how boyish his voice was, but then resolved as he found that it made him sound, Harry seemed harmless.

The woman instantly changed her demeanour, she Introduced herself and the other guy before worriedly checking an awkward Harry's body for any injuries. Finding none, Jean straightened up before pointing an accusing finger at the other male of the room,

"You said he was bleeding from the shoulder!"

Harry was confused as he didn't remember anything about being hurt, perhaps it had already been healed? The boy twisted his head so he could take a look at one of his shoulders, then he checked the other one. Nothing to be seen.

Harry refocused on the two and found Jean arguing with Scott

"Why'd you bring him if he was fine!"

"He was unconscious when I found him!"

"And did you check for Concussion?"

"...I tried waking him up"

"He could've died!"

Scott looked more worried over angry now, he walked over to where Harry was standing and demandingly asked how old he was. Harry took advantage of this, he stuttered out his supposed name and age since Scott could be described as 'intimidating' at the moment.

Scott turned back towards the red-haired woman and was about to speak before Jean got angry at him again,

"You're scaring him, ya' idiot!"

Jean calmed herself before pushing Scott out of the way to test Harry's responsiveness. Concussion could still occur and she wanted Harry safe. Jean found nothing out of the ordinary, so she patted Harry on the back and said he was fine. Scott spoke right after Jean finished,

"We're going to take you to see the Professor" He stated and motioned for Harry to follow the two 'older' mutants. Harry played his part and tried to dissuade them from shyly accepting to go.

The three mutants headed towards Professor Xavier's office and eventually arrived before any of them could knock, a happy voice chimed "Come in!"

Harry was slightly surprised before relaxing again as they all entered to greet a smiling old man.

Harry was set down to sit and quietly waited to answer any question, he began pondering perhaps why Scott was so-

Harry immediately raised his occlumency shields, causing Charles Xavier's head to snap back. Harry clutched his head in concentration and breathed heavily since he hadn't used occlumency for a long time, the black-haired boy stood up and backed a few paces before being held to place by Scott.

Professor Xavier had recovered and was now looking at Harry apologetically,

"I am sorry as that doesn't happen very often, I should've asked since you just came here"

Harry's breathing calmed down and Xavier could see the boy's smile,

"It's alright"

Harry's voice said within Charles' mind.