Harry Potter and the Infinite Power: A Harry Potter/Avengers Crossover Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own Avengers or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to Marvel and the late, great man Stan Lee: I do not own any other crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.
Plot: The Infinite One Response: When Harry claimed the Philosopher's Stone, something else came through the mirror that gives Harry access to the real power the Dark Lord knows not: now, Harry must learn with great power comes great responsibility.
Challenge Information: DZ2's 'The Infinite One' Challenge: Harry Potter/Marvel/MCU/Avengers: Harry has always had a secret ambition to become stronger: so strong he can do almost anything. Little does he realise his wish is about to come true, but, as a result, he's thrust into a world and life filled with perils that make Voldemort look like the petulant child he is.
Rules: All affinities are welcome Grey (Dark Moments possible)
Super/OP Harry ONLY OP
When the story starts is up to you
Somehow, Harry MUST come into contact – and eventual possession – of at least ONE Infinity Gem/Stone
Which one is up to you Reality
No matter the Stone, Harry coming into contact with it MUST cleanse him of the Horcrux and give him a healed appearance
How Harry keeps the Stone on him is up to you (e.g. it fuses to his skin, in a relic, it goes inside him etc.) Inside him
At least ONE person MUST try and discourage Harry from using the power of the Stone, but he doesn't listen
At least once, someone MUST try and remove the Stone from Harry/steal it, but with consequences for them
If Harry has the Time Stone, he MUST use it to resurrect ONE person lost to him (e.g. Sirius, Lily, James etc.)
If Harry is Dark/Evil, he MUST gain an ally in at least ONE Marvel/MCU villain
All pairings are welcome
Guidelines: Fully-Godlike Harry Eventually
Dark-Lord Harry Not intentionally
Snapped/Insane Harry (bonding with the stone makes him so) No
Inhuman Harry No
Humour/Crack-fic Not intentionally
After getting a taste of one, Harry seeks to own/possess/protect all six Accepted
Harry forms/gains a cult of worshippers who see him as a God Perhaps
One of Harry's friends – or enemies, for a twist – acquires another Stone Perhaps
Harry uses the Stone to give his friends/allies greater powers Accepted
The Avengers/SHIELD/HYDRA try and recruit Harry Accepted
Harry forms his own 'Magical Avengers' Perhaps
Slash No
Harems No
Harry/Multi No
Other OP Marvel/MCU characters become allies of Harry's (e.g. Phoenix/Dark Phoenix, Silver Surfer, Franklin Richards etc.) Accepted
MCU events are altered with Harry's inclusion Accepted
A prophecy speaks of the power of the Stone in Harry Perhaps
Harry somehow manages to forge a SEVENTH Infinity Stone Perhaps
Forbidden: Weak Harry
Anyone getting the Stone away from Harry
Anyone trying to take the Stone/remove it getting away with it
Horcrux-Harry
Time Stone: Harry NOT using it to resurrect someone by 'turning back their timeline'
Dark/Evil-Harry: Harry NOT allied with a Marvel/MCU villain
Other than that, it's up to you...
Author's Note: So, if you saw my AN in my other new story, you'll know I was majorly-inspired by Endgame and, well, here we have another example of that inspiration, so the only thing I'll say is the usual and be done with it.
If you don't like what I write, don't read it.
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to everyone who enjoys my work for what it is: my recommended reads are Saviour of Magic by Colt01, Child of the Storm and Ghosts of the Past by Nimbus Llewelyn, Harry Potter and the Path to Infinity by The Nameless Scribe, Harry Potter and the Power of Infinity by UtopicDragonKing, The Seventh Stone by Moleluv, Magical Avenger by EricPotter97, Son of Thanos by Kiterou, Harrys New Family by Stitchious, The Mind Arts by Wu Gang and The Power He Knows Not by LilyannaSpiritOfTheCheetah
Key Pairing: Eventual Harry/Shuri (But it's a LONG way away yet!)
Other Pairings: To be determined
Normal Speech
'Thoughts'
'Mental Voices'
/Parseltongue/
Chapter 1: The Colour of Desire
"Now…what does this Mirror do? I see what I desire…I see myself holding the Stone, but how do I get it?"
"Use the boy…"
"Come here, Potter!" demanded Quirrell, startling Harry as much as the strange, disembodied voice had done, making the first-year Gryffindor jump as he saw the false professor round on him with a commanding gesture, "Now!"
'What choice do I have?' thought Harry, clenching his hands tightly while his emerald-green eyes burned with a mixture of determination and worry as he stared at the Mirror of Erised and the dark man standing before it, even as Harry walked towards the reflective surface.
Reaching Quirrell's side, Harry gulped hard as he stared into the mirror while, next to him, Quirrell let out a low snarl as he asked in a cold, dark tone of voice, "Tell me…what do you see?"
'More like what do you want me to see?' thought Harry darkly, his heart burning with rage and fury while his eyes sparkled as though he was holding back tears of pain, fury and disbelief. Of course, only Harry knew he was doing that because of how, for a long time now, he'd believed the wrong person was going after the treasure contained within the Mirror of Erised.
A man who'd actually been responsible for saving Harry's life before he'd become the victim of an attack by someone who claimed Harry was meant to be a great wizard, not because of books and cleverness, but because he was a good, true friend, a brave spirit and…something else.
What that something was, mind you, she hadn't said and, more than anything, Harry was curious, but he was also angry.
'If I get out of this,' he thought, drawing in a slow breath as he stared at the reflections of him and Professor Quirrell looking back from within the Mirror of Erised, 'I promise I will become that great wizard, so that, next time, I don't believe lies, I don't let people save me and, most of all, I don't just think of the wrong things because of reasons I don't even know.'
As his eyes shone in the reflection of his own image, Harry felt his teeth clench together as he made a solemn vow;
'On my parents' graves, I swear…I will make myself better, no matter what I must do or what anyone else says! Do you hear me? No matter what!'
Infinite
Little did Harry realise that, as he swore his vow, at least mentally, before the image of a power reflected in the hearts and minds of those who stared into it, something within the Mirror stared back.
Something that heard Harry's vow and, despite whatever forces tried to cage it in eternal shadows, locking it away in a form that was meant to solely be used for destruction, death and damnation, this thing still managed to reach through the infinitesimal cracks of its prison. When it reached out, it felt the magical ties of desire and what we want most, but can never have, and, through them, it saw a way out.
A way to be free to unlock its true power once more.
But only in the hands of a worthy recipient.
And, though it didn't quite understand how or why, something told this force that the one who vowed to make himself better was worthy…
Perhaps not even simply worthy of one…
But all.
Infinite
As Harry stared into the mirror, his eyes narrowed for only a moment as he saw the image in his reflection ripple and shimmer.
For a brief moment, he thought, and feared, he might see his parents' images reflected in the glass: however, to his surprise, Harry didn't see the images of his parents. Instead, as he stared into the mirror, the reflection of Harry suddenly reached into his pocket and withdrew a blood-red stone, which shimmered in the light through the mirror world.
As Harry stared in awed wonder at the stone in his reflection's hand, the other-Harry winked slyly before he returned his hand to his pocket.
At the same time, Harry felt something hard and heavy drop into his pocket; before he could stop himself, his hand moved slowly towards the left-side pocket of his trousers, dipping into it with ease and caution. When he felt a cold, ice-solid surface beneath his fingers, Harry gave a start, his eyes widening as he realised, somehow, he'd gotten his hands on the Stone himself.
At the sight of Harry's startled reaction, however, Quirrell also reminded Harry he was still there as he demanded, "What is it? What do you see?"
Even as Harry thought up a lie, however, in a bid to fool Quirrell, he let out a gasp of pain as something akin to a splinter or a paper-cut suddenly cut across his fingertips as he fingered the Stone in his pocket. Pulling his hand from his pocket, Harry sucked on his fingers in a bid to stem the blood flow as a result of the cut, if not suck out the splinter, but as he did so, his eyes never leaving the mirror for a second, he saw Quirrell's eyes narrowing, but he also felt something else.
Infinite
A warm, overwhelming force that seemed to flow through the blood in his fingertips, even as he sucked said blood from the wound on his fingers; as he sucked his own blood, however, Harry also felt something cold, but warm, solid, but liquid and hard, but soft flow into his mouth, down his throat and, to his bewilderment, settle into both the deepest pit of his belly and the darkest corners of his heart, lungs and what he could only describe as something he'd only ever heard about in whispers.
His soul.
As this feeling hit his soul, or possibly his magical core – as he dimly-remembered reading somewhere they were one and the same for wizards like him – another image flashed across Harry's mind.
An image of six oddly-shaped stones, each one arranged in a circular motion, which seemed to come together to form a ring of multi-coloured light and energy, both of which solidified into what could only be described as a crown of pure force.
A crown that lowered itself down onto Harry's head, yet it was not there, be it in his strange vision or in his reality.
As the vision became part of his mind, however, Harry barely had a moment to respond to Quirrell before another voice whispered in his ear;
'It can be, little wizard…if you are true to your word, you can…you will have this vision…'
Infinite
Consumed by awe, wonder, confusion, disbelief and no small amount of uncertainty about the feelings and images he'd experienced, Harry barely managed to find his voice again as he finally replied to Quirrell, who, from the looks of things, hadn't noticed him react to the splinter/cut on his fingers from the Stone.
"I…I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore…I've won the House Cup…"
"He lies," rasped the strange voice from earlier.
"TELL THE TRUTH!" Roared Quirrell, startling Harry in the process as he demanded, "WHAT DO YOU SEE?"
"Let me speak to him…"
Suddenly, Harry felt an icy shudder pass through him as he heard the voice from who-knows-where address Quirrell once more.
As he looked around for the source, even as Quirrell paled and trembled like the fake side of him he'd shown his students and colleagues, Harry also heard something else.
A soft, warm voice, which whispered to him even as he backed away from Quirrell, 'Be true to your word…and you will survive this, little wizard…'
"I…" gasped Harry, swallowing down his nerves while he stayed focused on both Quirrell, who seemed to be unravelling his turban, and the strange voice addressing him even as he asked, "How?"
'All you have to do is agree to be true…and you will have the strength, the will and the fury to survive,' replied the strange voice, earning a curious, but also shocked look from Harry.
Even as Quirrell slowly peeled away the last folds of his turban, Harry heard the disembodied voice address him again, 'Are you true, Harry James Potter? Do you desire to be that great wizard you claim to know you are, inside and out?'
"I…" rasped Harry, but the voice didn't seem to let up.
'Do you desire the strength to survive this, to survive anything and achieve greatness, make your dream come true?'
"I want…"
However, if anything was to do it, it was the next words spoken by the strange voice that seemed to come from all around and inside Harry;
'Or do you desire death, like the little freak they believed you to be?'
Suddenly, it was like a fire had been lit under Harry; a dark, but pure-born fire that rose up inside of him, warming every fibre of his being and filling him with the same fury and determination he thought he'd had in front of the mirror.
And when he felt this fury, he knew why he felt it:
He was not a freak.
He was a wizard.
And he had promised, sworn it on his parents' graves, he would be a great wizard.
'Am I true?' thought Harry, scoffing even as he saw Quirrell move to peel away the final fold.
"Yes!"
"Yes wh…" Quirrell began, but even as he did so, time itself seemed to stand still – at least, for Harry, it did.
As he said yes to whatever voice was talking to him, offering him whatever it was willing to give him, he felt the fire from before rise up again, bringing with it a sea of constant redness that seemed to cover every inch of his body, as well as every corner of his line of sight.
At the same time, as this Red Sea covered Harry's eyes and body, the young boy was dimly-aware of a high-pitched scream and a familiar, yet unfamiliar burning sensation rising up from somewhere behind his lightning bolt scar, resulting in what could only be described as a shockwave of red, black and even green energy, which launched itself from Harry's body like a supernova.
Infinite
As this wave hit Quirrell, who barely managed to lower his turban to reveal the disgusting sight on the back of his head, the Defence Professor and his unseen master – at least, he was unseen by Harry, consumed as he was by his new powers – both screamed as their bodies were turned to nothing more than flecks of reddish-coloured ashes, splattering the ground, ceiling and even the Mirror of Erised with all that remained of them.
After only a moment, however, the force of the wave that exploded out of Harry also disintegrated the Mirror, as well as the stone pillars around the room, leaving Harry standing alone in a chamber of ash, blood, death and dust.
Infinite
However, Harry didn't see this happen.
The only thing he saw was the red, combined with the flashes of his vision from before, while the only thing he heard was the voice whispering to him from wherever it came from.
'Now, you are whole, little wizard…the taint within you is no more; your enemy has been vanquished and your future is your own.'
"Th…" gasped Harry, his eyes swimming with tears of disbelief, awe, wonder and even sorrow – though he couldn't quite understand why he was crying tears of sorrow – as he asked, "But who are you? What are you?"
'Haven't you figured it out?' asked the voice, a note of amusement in its words even as the redness started to fade away from Harry, allowing him to return to the world he knew and the strange surroundings he found himself in, as a result of his new power being unleashed.
Though not before the voice whispered to him for what would be the last time in a long time to come;
'I am YOU!'
Then, all was quiet, though as Harry finally got a chance to see the world around him for what it was, he saw the destruction, the piles of ash, dust and sand, as well as the remains of the final chamber and the fact that Quirrell was now conspicuous by his absence.
And yet, as he saw this, Harry didn't look scared, confused or even uncertain of what had happened.
Instead, he smiled and, looking down at his left pocket, he slowly pulled the Stone from his pocket, holding it in his hand as he surveyed its red, crystalline surface and the inside of the almost-omnipotent magical relic within.
"Thank you."
As he returned his hand, and the stone, to his pocket, however, Harry turned to leave the chamber, though when he did so, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw he was no longer alone in the room.
There, standing in front of him, was a dark-haired man with greenish-coloured eyes and dressed in an odd, but surprisingly-interesting black-and-green-coloured ensemble, which was covered by a long, black trenchcoat, which was trimmed with green highlights in a way that reminded Harry of the uniform of Slytherin House…and yet, on this stranger, he found himself liking the look.
As he looked at the newcomer, however, Harry frowned before he asked, "Who are you? Where did you come from?"
"A place beyond your mortal comprehension, I'm sure," replied the man, earning a scoff from Harry while a part of him couldn't help but admire the slight drawl to the man's voice, as well as a cold, chilling hiss that seemed to lace his words as he spoke.
"So you're either an illusion, a hallucination or a dead person, since you call me mortal," retorted Harry, earning a smirk from the man as he asked him, "How close am I?"
"Pretty close, actually," replied the man, extending a hand to Harry as he indicated the young boy before he added, "I am an illusion, but, like you, I am skilled in magic and in strength that makes me greater than many others claim to be. And, in truth, I am here to help you understand what you have just acquired, Harry Potter."
"How do you know my name?" asked Harry, though as soon as he did so, he scoffed as he added, "Actually, never mind: everyone knows me, all thanks to Voldemort and my scar, right?"
"And yet, I know of you because, through an old medium, I've been watching you for a while now," explained the stranger, earning a raised eyebrow from Harry as he told him, "How could I not? You cheated the grip of Death itself and survived trials that would have broken lesser mortals; truly, I was intrigued by you, Harry Potter."
"Thanks…I think," said Harry, looking back to the stranger with renewed interest and curiosity as he asked him, "Who are you?"
Drawing himself to his full height, the dark-dressed man smiled thinly as he answered Harry, "I am Loki of Asgard and, as I said before, I am here to help you understand the true strength of the power you have acquired."
"Power?"
As Loki nodded, however, Harry's eyes shot upwards as a crash of thunder echoed through the chamber, causing Loki to scowl, which Harry noticed, much to his amusement, "What's the matter? Scared of a little lightning?"
"I'm not overly fond of what follows," muttered Loki, his voice edged by unease as he took a few steps towards Harry.
As he reached the boy, however, both Harry and Loki gasped as they were enveloped by rainbow-coloured lights and energy.
The next thing Harry knew, he was gone from Hogwarts, his strange new companion with him.
Wow, talk about weird: Harry's gained some strange new power, met everyone's favourite trickster and found himself trading one bit of trouble for another, but where's he gone?
Also, what does Loki want from Harry if he's here to help as he claims?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Harry is stunned to discover the world is much bigger than he would have thought…oh, and gods are real and he's got some ancient power inside him capable of ending all creation…wait, what?
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AN: Thanks
Also, before anyone points it out, I didn't realise it until I started writing this story, but one of my recommended reads, "Harry Potter and the Path to Infinity by The Nameless Scribe" has a similarity to this story: however, let me stress something.
THIS IS JUST COINCIDENCE!
I do not enjoy the idea of plagiarising anyone else's work and any ideas I come up with are always my own, so any true similarities are pure coincidence.
And yet, I'd like to offer a personal recommendation to The Nameless Scribe's work and the story named in particular, so if you like this sort of thing, go and check it out.
However, again, I stress any similarities between this idea and that one, as well as with any other of my works, is pure coincidence!
(Even though, as a certain detective would say, the universe is rarely so lazy)
