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STONEHENGE – WILTSHIRE – ENGLAND – Harry Caleb and Draco apparated to Wiltshire and were surprised to see where they were, Stonehenge. The only magical sight capable of being seen by muggles, no one knows why but they suspect it's unreadable magic came from a time when muggles and magicals lived together in peace. They proceed and enter the stone maze and find Yaxley preparing the Shadowturner. Draco took out his wand, pointed it at the Deatheater and chanted. "STUPEFY!"
Yaxley turned in time to duck the spell.
"INCARCERUS!" chanted Caleb, sending the binding spell at the Deatheater. They saw how an orange energy field protected Yaxley from their spells. "He's got a deflection charm around him." he called out.
"It won't last forever." said Harry. "Send the strongest spells you know, it will weaken the charm to the point of collapse." All three engaged in a duel against the Deatheater, and it was intense given the Deatheaters years of fighting and killing. He pointed his wand and chanted "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!" Yaxley managed to deflect the curse but unintentionally dropped the Shadowturner.
They all watched as the shadowturner opened the time portal, like a black swirling maelstrom, the moment of touching the floor and they all watched as the sheer power sucked them all into it.
1942 – GERMAN OCCUPINED TONSBERG – NORWAY – On a cold March in 1942, a Nazi army tank broke through an ancient Asgardian Temple in Tonsberg, Norway. A temple priest knocked to the ground and held at gunpoint as Nazi officer Johann Schmidt entered the temple with his HYDRA soldiers. Six of his soldiers were already inside trying to open a stone tomb. "It has taken me a long time to find this place." said Schmidt. "You should be commended." He signals to his men. "Help him up." One of the soldiers help the old priest up to his feet. "I think that you are a man of great vision. And, in this way, we are much alike."
"I am nothing like you." said the priest.
"No, of course, but, what others see as superstition, you and I know to be a science." said Schmidt.
"What you seek is just a legend." said the priest. "It has not been seen for centuries."
"Then why make such an effort to conceal it?" asked Schmidt.
"It has been our tradition and duty to protect the treasures of the gods." said the priest. "Be them real or mere symbols of a time long past."
Schmidt used some of his superhuman force to slide open the tomb and pick up a crystal cube that laid within, in the skeleton hands of the corpse. "The Tesseract was the jewel of Odins treasure room." He took the cube and let it slip out of his hands smashing on the floor into thousands of glass pieces. "It is not something one buries…" He walked up to the priest. "…But I think it is close, yes?"
"I can not help you." said the priest.
"No. But maybe you can help your village." said Schmidt. "You must have some friends out there. Some little grandchildren, perhaps? I have no need for them to die."The priests eyes watered as the gestured without words to the stone wall on the other side of the room. Schmidt walked over to the wall that had a golden tree with mighty branches. "Yggdrasil…" He gasped. "The Worlds Tree, Guardian of Wisdom and fate also…" He touched the eye of the serpent coiled around the trunk, making the stone wall open to reveal a box made of glossy black wood. He opened the box, releasing a bright neon blue light from within that illuminated the room. As he stared into it's content he smiled. "And the Fuhrer digs for trinkets in the desert…" He mocks Hitler before looking at the priest. "You have never seen this, have you?"
"It is not for the eyes of ordinary mortals." said the priest.
"Exactly." said Schmidt, he closed the box, and gave the box to his right hand man as he walked to the temple doors. "Give the order to open fire."
"Fool." cried the priest. "You cannot control the power you hold. You will burn, by Odin himself, you will burn!"
Schmidt took his gun from his pocket. "I already have." He stated before shooting the priest down dead.
MEDICAL WARD – ARMY RECRUIT CENTER – NEW YORK CITY – At the same time in New York City, Steve Rogers sat in the company of 30 other young men, all shirtless and in their shorts, waiting to be tested by doctors and anxiously waiting to be accepted into the army. The difference between Steve and the other 30 men was that the others were tall, strong, well built while Steve was 5'6" feet tall, meek and lanky thin, with no muscle on his bones at all. In fact he looked as if he would get knocked over with a stiff wind.
They were all reading THE DAILY NEWS, best newspaper in the city, waiting to be called. "Man look at all these people dying out there." said a guy next to him.
"Rogers, Steven." called the nurse. Steve folded his newspaper and got up.
"Kind of makes you think twice about enlisting." said the guy.
"Nope." said Steve as he walked off with the nurse to the doctors office on the other side of the room.
The nurse gave the file to the doctor and left to get someone else. "Rogers…" The doctor looked at Steve. "What did your father die of?" he asked opening the file.
"Mustard gas." said Steve. The doctor turned the pages in the file. "He was in the 107th Infantry. I was hoping I could be assigned to…"
"…Your mother?" asked the doctor, interrupting.
"She was a nurse, in a TB ward." said Steve. "Got hit. Couldn't shake it."
The doctor turned the page to SUMMARY OF PATIENT HEALTH ISSUES, and the list was long from asthma, scarlet fever, rheumatic fever, chronic/frequent cold, high blood pressure, heart palpitation, heart trouble, easy fragility, contact with tuberculosis etc. He looked at Steve. "Sorry son."
"Look, please." said Steve. "Just five me a chance."
"You'd be ineligible on your asthma alone." said the doctor.
Steve sighed with frustration. "Is there anything you can do?"
"I'm doing it kid." said the doctor. "I'm saving your life." He stamped the paper with 4F and dismissed Steve to go home.
Steve left the Army Office frustrated. On his way home he and decided to go to the theater to see a movie and take his mind off the fact that he failed again.
ABANDONED PARK – NEW YORK CITY – Not long after Steve made up his mind, Harry Draco Caleb and Yaxley landed in an abandoned park. "STUPEFY!" chanted Draco firing a stunning spell at the Deatheater, who unfortunately rolled over just in time.
"FRIGIAM MAXIMA!" chanted Caleb, sending a ice curse, hitting the Deathaters left arm.
"Aaargh!" yelled Yaxley, they all watched as the arm went numb and uselessly hung dead.
Yaxley pointed his wand at Caleb and chanted the torture curse. "CRUCIO!"
Caleb raised his wand deflecting it. Yaxley pointed his wand at a nearby tree and chanted. "BOMBARDA!" magically blowing up the tree making it fall almost on top of the three aurors, knocking them off their feet and giving him the time to run.
"Dam it!" said Harry, helping his friends up. "Come on!" They all run after him. As they turned the corner he was gone. "Bugger!"
"He's got stamina for an old man!" said Draco, panting and catching his breath. "Ideas?"
"We split up!" said Caleb. "Cover more ground. If any of us finds him, we bind him and send up a flare to the other two. Hopefully then we can wrap this up and go home."
"Good plan, I'm in." said Draco.
"Deal." said Harry.
ALLEY BEHIND THE MOVIE THEATER – NEW YORK CITY – Steve was in the movie theater and very offended, as many were, with a guy complaining about the commercials to support the war efforts and the American soldiers. He merely told the guy to quiet down and have respect, only to be shoved out by the guy into the back alley and be beaten to a pulp. The guy was a bully. Never running, he got up to face the bully every time he was knocked down. "I could do this all day." he said, lunging forward trying to land a right hook, only to be kneed in the gut and thrown back into the dumpsters. He got back on hi feet and put up his fists.
"You just don't give up do you?" asked the bully. He went to knock him out when they were interrupted by a man in a black suit running up to them, it was Yaxley. "What's up old man, you lost something?"
"How dare you talk that way to me!" scolded Yaxley.
"Oh you want a beating too?!" asked the bully.
Yaxley took out his wand, Steves eyes widened and ducked behind the dumpster, pointed it at the stupid bully and chanted. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" In a flash of green light the bully was on the floor dead.
Steve shook in fear as the man in black approached him. "Please…"
"Pathetic insect…" mocked Yaxley. He pointed his wand. "AVADA…"
Harry ran toward Yaxley the moment he saw the flash of green light in the alley. He knew the Deatheater was killing muggles, when he saw the Deatheater approach a young man his run turned into almost a gallop as he pointed his wand and chanted. "EXPELLIARMUS!"
Harrys spell hit Yaxley, who fell to the floor. "Argh!" he complained, but got to his feet. "CRUCIO!" he chanted, firing the torture cruse back to Harry who deflected it.
Steve watched as the two wizards dueled until the young raven haired saw an opening pointed his wand and chanted. "SECTUMSEMPRA!" firing a cutting curse that hit Yaxley on the face cutting and slicing the cheek and neck.
As the now bloody face Deatheater cried out in pain, Harry waved his wand and quietly muttered "TRACKUS MOVERNUS." just before Yaxley disapparated in a swirl of grey smoke. He panted looking up at the sky, making sure it was clear, before pointed his wand at the sky and chanted. "PERICULUM LOCATORUM" A red flare burst from his wand and into the sky. He put his wand into his holster and stepped over to the muggle, who tried crawling away. "No, no it's alright." He tried to reassure. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
Steve stared at the wizard, the boy looking to be in his early or mid twenties, with a British accent, a lean build yet strong muscle tone to him. His hair was black as night, his skin was pale as snow. He gasped when he saw the boys eyes which were sparkling green gems, like bright emeralds. The boy was very handsome and obviously brave.
"Are you alright?" asked Harry.
"Yes." said Steve.
"May I check you for injuries?" asked Harry.
Steve looked into Harrys eyes and saw pure trust and honesty, not a single ounce of evil or malicious intentions. "Yes." The boy took his wand and started waving it around Steves body, Steve only felt light warm ripples of air touching. "You're a wizard?"
"What was your first clue?" joked Harry.
"Um…" Steve grinned. "The battle, two people with sticks firing blasts of light…wands. Obviously magic."
"How do you know this?" asked Harry.
"I'm a squib." said Steve. "My mother, Sarah, was a witch with a gift for healing, which is probably why she was such a renowned nurse. I remember seeing her with a…" He pointed it to Harrys wand. "…wand, as a young kid."
A small piece of paper appeared out of thin air, Harry read it. "Well…" he sighed. "You've got a broken rib and wrist." The paper vanished into think air as quickly as it came. "I can fix you up in no time."
"Thank you for your help." said Steve. "I'm Steven Rogers, my friends call me Steve."
"Steve." smiled Harry. "I'm Harry Potter, you can call me Harry." They jumped when a sharp cracking sound made them both turn their heads.
Steve saw there were two more young men, both handsome as well. One seemed to be around Harrys age, tall slender with shoulder length platinum blond hair and blue eyes, the other seemed slightly older with ice blue eyes and long raven black hair tied in a ponytail. Both were dressed in black, like Harry, though their clothes were more elegant. Harry was more casual.
"Harry are you alright?" asked Draco.
"Where is he?" asked Caleb. He and Draco were alert for anything.
"I'm fine." said Harry. "He got away, but I managed to get him good." He looked at his companions. "Draco Caleb, this is Steve Rogers." He turned to Steve. "Steve, this is my brother Caleb and my best mate Draco Malfoy."
"Hey." said Caleb.
"A muggle Harry?" asked Draco.
"Technically a muggle is called NoMaj, pronounced nomadge, in America." said Caleb. "Just FYI."
"The old man was gonna kill me, just like he killed…" started Steve, he pointed to the bully lying dead nearby on the floor.
"What happened?" asked Draco. Harry went on to tell them everything, Steve helped filling in the blanks. "Well it's good you're safe."
"It'll be alright in the morning." said Caleb, taking out his wand.
"What are you doing?" asked Harry.
"I'm gonna wipe his memory of course." said Caleb.
"Of course Harry." said Draco. "Do you want MACUSA on our backs as well as the Deatheaters."
"That won't be necessary, he's a squib." said Harry. "His mom was witch."
"Please." said Steve. "Please, don't obliviate me." The three wizards noticed how Steve used the correct term for the memory charm. He clearly knew magical terminology. "I promise I won't tell anyone what I saw and who you are. If I've kept my moms secret all these years, even after she died, I can keep yours."
"Harry?" asked Caleb.
"Can you trust him?" asked Draco.
"Even if he weren't a squib and an ordinary NoMaj…" said Harry, he looked over at Steve and smiled. "Yes. I trust him, completely."
Steve was touched at Harrys words and warm gaze. Something stirred within him, giving butterflies in his stomach. He hadn't felt attracted to someone since he met Bucky in High School when they were young teenagers. He blamed the attraction to teenage hormones then, but he couldn't do that now. He wanted to act on his feelings, but being gay was forbidden by law and it was a step he was not ready to take.
"Can you walk?" asked Draco.
"Y…Yes." said Steve. "Can you…help…?" The three wizards helped him up, he groaned with pain. Draco reached into his pocked and picked out small vial with yellow colored liquid. "Drink this." Steve took the vial and looked at him. "It's a pain reducer potion, it will numb the pain for a good hour and a half. Should be enough time to get you home." Steve drank the vial and felt relief when the pain died to down to almost nothing.
"Where do you live?" asked Harry.
"It's eight blocks down the street, turning at the corner and then another block. A small duplex above a deli store."
"Alright." said Harry. Draco and Caleb went ahead to check the street. "Here…" he took Steves arm. "Put your arm around me…" he said moving Steves arm over his shoulders. "…and lean on me." Steve nodded. "Lets get you home." Steve nodded, quietly thinking the situation was so romantic.
***They met! Sooo exicted! Hate Yaxley, who doesn't. I love how Steve is a squib and that he knows about the Wizarding World. We will learn more about that as the story moves forward. Chapter 1 & this chapter 2 are posted back to back. So all your reviews will be answered up next…. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!***