ARCANE

A/N: Back for another one.

Siddharthaa - So you know how I wrote, "It was like all the earth's magic was being channeled into his core."? That's because it was, well, the type of magic Harry uses. You see, because there are a few magic users in the MCU, surely not all of the earth's magic could be channeled into Harry, right? Well that's because Harry uses a specific type of magic, Wizardry. Dr. Strange uses Sorcery and Scarlet Witch uses Chaos Magic. So basically, all wizard magic is being channeled into Harry's core, while Dr. Strange shares Sorcery with other people. So he will be God-Like, but not so much at the same time.

Dr1zzy – Thanks, and I will be making the chapters longer. First chapter was really a test run, and at the time I wasn't really sure I wanted to write. Though gaining follows and favorites on the story was oddly satisfying.

Anyway….

Disclaimer: I, Typ3wrxter, do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own the MCU. These claims go, rightfully, to J.K Rowling and Marvel respectively. So mote it be.

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Chapter 2 – Tony Stark, Iron Man.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Well that was, different. No wait, overpowered is the right word." Harry thought to himself. There were still many damn terrorists surrounding the tin can, or at least that's what Tony Stark looked like to him at the moment. He truly did look like a tin can. The suit the man was wearing was oddly cylindrical, after all. But that wasn't the least of Harry's concerns at that moment. He was, while still helping Tin Man fight the bastards, was marveling at how easy it all seemed to come, how natural. Even if he tried not to put that much power in his attacks, they still came of extremely powerful. That was something he really needed to get under control, otherwise there would be trouble, for Harry and all the people he would decide to associate with in this new world.

In the end, Harry and Tony made short work of the people around them, it really only took them about ten to fifteen minutes. By the end of it though, Tony's suit had started to overheat, so he started to wrestle the suit off. He eventually got it off, and the protective leather undergarments he wore underneath, in about five minutes, much to the amusement of Harry, as you could tell from the amused smirk he had on his face.

"So, who the hell are you and what the hell are those!?" Tony asked, pointing to the twig and broom in Harry's hands.

"Nice to meet you too." Harry responded, without missing a beat.

Tony chuckled, then said, "Sorry, just a little shocked that's all. I'm Tony Stark, and like I said, what are those?"

"Harry Potter. These are my broom and wand."

"Wand! The hell do you mean wand!?"

"I do magic, so I need a wand."

Tony fainted.

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After a few hours, Tony started to show some signs of life. He groggily opened his eyes, and looked around. He was no longer at the terrorist base, but instead was in a makeshift tent. His suit was ultimately destroyed, thanks to Tony himself, so that was now a bust. At least though, he still had the designs and sketches he had made while being held captive, so he could easily rebuild the suit and hopefully make it better.

He heard someone shouting from outside the tent, yelling things that sounded a lot like battle cries so he moved out, cautiously, hoping to find that it was Harry making all the noise. What he actually saw though, highly amused him, as he saw Harry there, wand out, casting spells at nothing.

"Is he crazy?" Tony asked himself. He decided, instead of jumping to a conclusion, to head out and get answers for himself, no matter how much he was loving the exhausted expression on his friend's face. Tony himself had felt quite a bit of exhaustion during the past few weeks, so it was nice to see someone else on the receiving end on exhaustion's boot for once. Not even Yinsen had shown any sign of exhaustion while they were being held captive.

Yinsen…

Tony shook the cobwebs from his head. He remembered some of Yinsen's final words to him.

"Tony, it's okay….I want this."

"It wasn't your fault, it wasn't your fault, it wasn't your fault," he scolded himself, no matter how much self-loathing had filled inside of his body, he shoved it aside for now. He then decided to stop Harry from whatever he was doing, seeing as the man was about to collapse.

"Hey, Magician, what are you doing?" he yelled.

"Just trying to get a hang of my powers, Tin Man. You okay, need anything?" Harry replied.

Tony smirked at this. Even though he and Harry had only known each other for a few hours, the battle they fought together kind of formed a bond between them, and now they were friends, or at least, friendly with each other.

"Nah, I'm good. Though I gotta ask, whadya mean trying to get the hang of your powers. The way you were using them earlier, I'd think you'd have using them for at least four years."

"Dude, you just about hit the nail on the head. Though it's almost five at this point."

"Then what's going on?"

Harry sighed. "Let's take this inside yeah?"

"Sure man."

And with that, the two men stepped back in the tent. Harry was silently contemplating exactly how much he wanted to tell Tony. Harry's past was just something he always felt needed to stay in the past, unless he put it in song.

You see, after the Yule Ball, and after listening to the Young Witches in action, Harry's love for music multiplied. He bought a muggle MP3 Player the first chance he got, and he knows all the lyrics to all the songs he had on that thing. It is how he managed to get through the shit the Ministry put him through, just by pulling out his Media Player and listening to his heart's content. After a while, Harry tried singing himself, and he found himself to be pretty good at it. From what he'd deduced though, he must have gotten the skill from his mother, because as far as he knew his father was shit at singing.

Back to the situation at hand though, there was a tense atmosphere in the small tent, as Harry and Tony sat across from each other. Harry was spending his time trying to decide just how much to tell Tony, while Tony himself was wondering just what he had gotten into, while at the same time was waiting patiently for Harry to speak. Eventually, he did.

"Hey, Tony? Don't you think it's kinda ironic that I met you just when you needed help the most, and I also just happened to have magical powers?"

"I was, and still am, quite suspicious about that actually. Surely it cannot be real magic, and if it is, which I highly doubt, how come you managed to pop up outta nowhere. This whole crap just does not make sense."

"Okay listen. This may sound a little bit absurd but before I answer your questions and explain myself, I just gotta ask, can you keep a secret? And can I trust you?"

"I can keep a secret decently enough, so yeah you can trust me."

"Very reassuring Tin Man."

"Shut the hell up and explain yourself!"

"That doesn't even make sense dude."

"Yeah, you're right. It makes dollars!" they chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, it's fine. I'm about to pull out my deepest and darkest secrets outta my arse over here and you're sitting there making some of the driest jokes I've ever heard." Though he was still chuckling while saying this.

"Yeah, okay fine. Shoot!"

"Alright first things first, I'm not from around here….." Harry heard something from Tony that sounded a lot like, "Yeah, no kidding," but he carried on as if he hadn't heard a thing. Harry proceeded to tell Tony about everything that happened from the Department of Ministries, from how he got false visions into his head, to Sirius himself dying, to Harry jumping after him and landing into this Alternate Universe, to how he had met Tony and heard explosions coming from where he was.

In the end, Tony looked gob smacked, sincere, and angry at the same time. Gob smacked because while he had expected Harry not to be from Afghanistan, he had not expected him to be from another fucking universe. Sincere mainly because of Harry losing his Godfather, and this particular feeling deepened when he saw the pain Harry clearly showed in his eyes. Angry because of what the Pale Ass Snake, at least that's how Harry had referred to his tormentor.

At the end though, Tony ended talking about his own treatment from his parents, how they, even though they never showed any malice towards him, slightly neglected him, even moving on to full on neglection on their worst days. How he wanted to make amends for the damage he did to everyone, all the deaths he had caused. How he had this big idea on becoming a superhero.

Two hours later, their friendship was sealed. Normally when people got close like that, it was a cause for celebration. With these two though, you just had to bury your face into your hands. Why? All hell was about to break loose.

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A/N: So, what did you think? Thank you, so, so much for reading. It makes me feel like Tonks inside, all bubbly and happy on the inside. Rate And Review please. With that being said, this has been Typ3wrxter, bye for now.