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Previously, on Harry Potter: A New Universe -
Harry and Sirius settle in their new routine, and try to contact anyone in their universe using the two way mirror, but unluckily for them, no one hears Harry's voice. Dumbledore explains the prophecy to the five DA members, as it would be eventually leaked somehow anyway. The two travelers wait for the Avengers to arrive along with Nick Fury and Natasha Romanoff.
Harry Potter: A New Universe
Chapter 2
Location: SHIELD Quinjet, 1340 feet over sea level
Steve Rogers studied the Avengers Initiative file for the third time that day. It was a poor way to divert his attention away from the huge void in his mind, but he had no alternative. After watching the files of all his previous acquaintances, the word 'DECEASED' printed in red ink over most of them, he had decided to push his past away, ignore it, pretend that it never existed, and that now his only job was to survive for his country in this 'time'.
Peggy's file had been a shock. He had picked up the phone many times and tried to call her, but couldn't bring himself to say anything. But he still owed her that dance...
Pushing away the chasm of emptiness that came with the thought in his mind, he focused on the footage of a green creature wreaking havoc on the...'laptop' in front of him. By the corner of his eyes he saw Agent Coulson come to his seat.
"So this Doctor Banner was trying to replicate the serum that was used on me?"
"A lot of people were. You were the world's first superhero. Banner thought gamma radiation might hold the key to unlocking Erskine's original formula."
The 'Hulk', fitting name he thought, roared and slammed a jeep. He stopped the video by something they said was the pause option.
"Didn't really go his way, did it?"
"Not so much. When he's got that thing though, guy's like a Stephen Hawking."
He looked up, confused. Coulson replied, "He's like a...smart person...I gotta say, it's an honor to meet you, officially."
He gave him a weak smile. "I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping. I mean, I was... I was present while you were unconscious from the ice. You know, it's really, it's just a... just a huge honor to have you on board."
He wasn't sure how to respond to that, so he stood up and moved closer to the cockpit, and said, "Well, I hope I'm the man for the job."
"Oh, you are. Absolutely. Uh... we've made some modifications to the uniform. I had a little design input."
He was a little hurt by the comment. That uniform was like a link for him to his own world. Not wanting to sound rude, he said lightly, "The uniform? Aren't the stars and stripes a little... old-fashioned?"
To his surprise, Phil Coulson said, "With everything that's happening, the things that are about to come to light, people might just need a little old-fashioned."
He inclined his head in a slight nod. He could see that the man was a little nervous around him, but he didn't know why. He asked, "What was all that about magic and people from other worlds? I didn't have a clue what the Director was talking about, and nothing was given in the debriefing packet."
"Oh, that," Coulson fell silent, as if wondering what to say. Then he replied slowly, "After the Tesseract was stolen by Loki, two men dropped out of nowhere...close to the base that got severely damaged. Well, more like a man and a boy. They are apparently from another world, where magic is real, wizards exist."
"Magic," he said, bemused. "After seventy years, I don't know what to believe now. Gods, aliens and now magicians, from 'another world'.
"Director Fury admits that we need their help, as Loki is proficient in...magic, as was demonstrated in his assault. It would be great to have them as allies...look, we're almost there."
The time spent on the Helicarrier runway seemed to solidify for Harry. He once asked Fury for a reason to their silent vigil there, but he shrugged and went inside. He wanted to stamp his foot in frustration, as they were wasting time standing there when they could be tracking their elusive weapon inside the ship.
Maybe Sirius saw the look on his face, because he pushed him aside, flashing another winning smile to Natasha. He got them in a corner of the jet bays, where no one was looking and cast the Muffliato spell.
"What's the matter Pup?"
"Nothing, Sirius. I just feel that we're wasting time, when something awful could be going on in our world. Everyone would be so worried..."
Sirius nodded grimly and said, "We already discussed this, Harry. There is nothing we can do, and nothing we do will change anything. Our only option is to assist these superheroes and retrieve the Tesseract."
He sighed, and said, "Voldemort was another thing Padfoot...this is a mythological being we're talking about. He's a Norse God. I feel a little outmatched. Cross that...not little, very! Very, very outmatched."
Sirius smiled and said, "We've still got to try...it's our only hope for getting back. Besides, where did these negative thoughts come from?"
"Dunno...I mean, since last night, my scar didn't hurt a bit. I feel like this is just, the calm before the storm or something like that. Can you teach me more things about spells, so that I stand a better chance? The battle at the DoM made me realize one thing, that I'm no match for someone like Voldemort. I-"
Sirius cut him off before he could ramble more and said, "Of course, but don't you go thinking that you're no match for Voldemort, Harry. He's not even in the scale of comparison as far as you are concerned. Our love for each other makes us a lot more stronger than we imagine us to be."
He mumbled, "Now you are talking like Dumbledore."
Sirius gasped in mock horror, and said, "I'm not over a century old, Harry! Ah, someone has arrived."
They made their way over to a jet that was landing at the moment. Natasha was already halfway there, so they increased their pace with quick strides, wondering about the newly arrived Avenger.
The exit opened, and out stepped the same middle-aged man who had confronted them earlier. He recalled that his name was Phil Coulson. Then behind him, a blond man came out of the plane, his height well over six feet with a well built musculature. This had to be Captain America. They caught up with Natasha who was almost there, when Agent Coulson noticed her.
"Agent Romanoff, meet Captain Rogers."
The aforementioned person replied politely," Ma'am."
Natasha said, "Hi," and added to Coulson, "They need you on the bridge."
Harry and Sirius stayed awkwardly silent. Harry decided to start the conversation and broke the silence by saying, "Hi. I'm Harry. This is my godfather Sirius. Nice to meet you, Mr. Rogers."
He extended his hand, and Rogers took it, shaking it firmly, his yes resting for a second on his scar. He said hesitantly, "So you...both of you, can do magic?"
He nodded, and Sirius finally entered the conversation. "Yep. Real Magic...heard a lot about you, Mr. Rogers." They shook hands, and Rogers said, "Call me Steve."
They turned to walk back to the entrance of the ship. Natasha eyed Steve with a hint of amusement in her face and said, "There's quite the buzz around here, finding you in the ice." Steve shrugged it with a hint of a curl on his lips. "I thought Coulson was gonna swoon. Did he ask you to sign his Captain America trading cards yet?"
Now Steve appeared thoroughly amused and replied, "Trading cards?"
"They're vintage. He's very proud."
Sirius whispered in his ear, "If I had Agrippa in my Chocolate Frog Cards, I would be proud too."
Harry rolled his eyes and they continued walking in silence. Just then, Steve spotted someone who had gotten out of a latest jet arrival. He called out, "Dr. Banner?"
He muttered, "Good eyesight."
Steve smiled and replied, "All because of the serum."
"Yeah Hi, they told me you would be coming."
The man, who was fidgeting slightly before then, took the offered hand of Steve. To Harry he looked like an alert man, but one who didn't want to be in this place willingly. He could feel nervousness around him, and to his surprise, a huge wave of leashed anger. He wanted to ask, but kept his mouth shut as he didn't know about this new ability of himself clearly.
"-find the cube?"
"Is that the...only word on me?"
"The only word I care about."
"This must be...strange for you...all this."
Steve threw some glances at the tense atmosphere and the SHIELD agents scuttling around like it was a war zone, and replied, "Actually, this is kind of familiar."
Harry and Sirius had found Dr. Banner very interesting. Sirius was fascinated by the transformation of his and said that it was like a kind of Animagus transformation. He'd regaled Harry with stories of the Marauders' Animagus training.
"When you transform for the first time, the animal mind almost takes over. You've got to control it from escaping and keep it dormant. That's why it should be done in front of supervisors."
Harry had asked, "What if the animal mind takes over?"
"Well...you spend the rest of your lives as the particular animal. James almost lost it as a stag. He tried to spear my stomach with those antlers. It took a good twenty minutes to get him under control."
He chuckled as he imagined his father bending his head down and charging Sirius.
"Anyways...this Banner bloke seems to me, like...an Animagus transformation gone wrong."
"Are you kidding?" Harry asked incredulously. "The 'Hulk' is no animal, or any species for humans to transform into."
Sirius rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, and said, "Well, the Muggle theory of the gamma radiation...or whatever the heck is that seems true to me. But the key element in the video of his transformation is like I transform. I know it for sure."
Harry snapped off his thoughts when he realized that Dr. Banner was talking to Sirius about magic. He wasn't bewildered at all and listened everything with rapt attention. On seeing his face, Dr. Banner replied, "Contrary to things I've seen, this sounds believable." Sirius winked at him, and he felt bad for missing intros. He and his chains of thoughts...
Natasha, who was silent until now, announced, "Gentlemen, you might want to step inside in a minute. It's going to get a little hard to breathe."
They paced to the edge of the runway, and Steve stated incredulously, "Is this a submarine?!"
Smirking, Bruce replied, "Really? They want me submerged in a pressurized metal container?"
Harry's emotions were of awe as he saw the water churning hard, white foams swirling with raw power. Slowly, the rotors emerged out of the violent surface of the sea water, and the Helicarrier began to rise with a grace like that of a mighty Wingardium Leviosa.
"Oh, no, this is MUCH worse!" Bruce blurted, smiling, while Sirius exclaimed, "Wicked!"
Location: Hogwarts (HP Universe)
Ron Weasley dashed through the third floor corridor, in an urgent hurry to get to the headmaster's office. He stopped abruptly once he reached the stone gargoyle, and waited for a few seconds to catch his breath.
"Fizzing Whizbee," he popped off, panting hard. The stone gargoyle leapt aside to reveal the stairs, and he scrambled hastily to the first step, as the circular staircase began to move. He often tended to be over-enthusiastic, a trait that he found proved again when he found himself at the top step without even waiting for his step to reach the end.
He lifted the griffin-shaped brass knocker, and knocked two times, waiting for the calm 'Enter'. But no one responded. He frowned, and knocked again. There was no answer. Contemplating about the reason behind Dumbledore's absence he was caught between a desire to wait; the other option to go away and come back later, obviously.
The oaken doors suddenly swung wide open, and he entered nervously. There was no one in the office...even the perch of the phoenix stood empty. He looked around, as if hoping that Dumbledore would appear out of some hidden corner. He was startled when the portrait besides Dumbledore's chair exclaimed, "The office opened for you, young man. You may stay here and wait for the headmaster to arrive. At the present moment, he's in the forest, rescuing the toad...er, Umbridge."
Ron snorted while the other portraits made disgusted noises at the sound of Umbidge's name in the discussion. Phineas sneered, "The Weasley boy? I wonder what Albus sees in you...keeps talking about how brave you are. I'd say that you're reckless like all the Gyffindors I've had the misfortune to meet."
He swelled up on hearing the praise, and didn't even hear the insult thrown at him. He replied to the portrait of...Dippet. "Uh thanks, sir. I'll wait." He sat down in one of the chairs, and the other portraits closed their painted eyes. Ron found the scene really weird.
He tapped his foot, getting bored already. He wished for Dumbledore to leave the search and left the hag to rot with the centaurs. The grand desk before him still contained those mysterious silver instruments, the use of which he had no clue about. But a better thing caught his attention. A packet of a transparent thing...what was that, yes, poly-something laid on the desk. He picked it up and saw lots of sherbet lemons inside. Grinning widely, he popped one into his mouth without sparing a thought for his headmaster's obsession with them.
Location: Helicarrier (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
"Call every lab you know, tell them to put the spectrometers on the roof and calibrate them for gamma rays. I'll rough out a tracking algorithm based on cluster recognition. At least we could rule out a few places. Do you have somewhere for me to work?"
"Agent Romanoff, would you show Dr. Banner to his laboratory, please."
Harry watched from a platform as Natasha strode off, muttering to Banner, "You're gonna love it, Doc. We got all the toys."
His godfather asked Fury, "You said something about your men under spells...?"
Fury sighed, and replied, "When Loki appeared, he touched the tip of his sceptre to the chests of our agents, and they suddenly turned...evil, doing his bidding." Harry frowned, his mind screaming 'IMPERIUS CURSE', but by touching...he'd no idea.
Sirius appeared to be thinking hard, and said, "Might be a modification of the Imperius Curse, but it forces, not turns them 'evil', as you said. Did the victims' eyes glaze over?"
"No...but their eyes glowed blue for a second. Wait, you know this...spell?"
Fury looked horrified when Sirius nodded, and narrowed his eyes at the pair of them. "What are the other things you can do?"
Sirius didn't answer, and Fury paled slightly, his emotionless mask slipping off. Harry didn't need to watch his face, he could feel the fear of the director. From a podium at the center of the room, a woman was shouting orders to the men. She came over to them and glared at him and his godfather in a Mcgonagall-ish sort of way, and he knew that she didn't trust them a bit.
Harry said, "No need to worry. The curse can be thrown off, if you have a strong will and determination. I'm sure your people are fighting it every moment."
The relief that flitted across Fury's face was replaced by anticipation when Sirius said, "I won't be sure about that Harry. This is very dark magic. If I'm not wrong, there is dark magic in their body now, combined with the Imperius, or whatever controlling spell it was. It can't be thrown unless pure magic purifies their minds, or something happens to abruptly end the curse. What?"
Harry and Director Fury stared at Sirius, Fury with a disbelieving look while Harry with a questioning one.
"What...when you're taught dark magic for sixteen years..." he immediately stopped, and Harry saw suspicion increase on Fury's face.
"So you're telling me, that you are a dark wizard in your world?"
Harry immediately shouted "NO" while Sirius laughed, which turned into a weak chuckle and then faded into silence. "Oh c'mon, do I look like a dark wizard to you?"
Fury pointed a finger at his godfather, but before he opened his mouth Steve strolled over to Harry and said, "Sir, if you ask me, we've no right to ask them anything about their world. We've to accept everything they tell us, and if they are dark wizards so be it. At least they're trying to help us."
"Rogers, we cannot go on trusting people without having reasons for their behavior."
Sirius barked, "Reasons for my behavior? What have we done to you so far? If I wanted I could turn you into a fox right now, but I didn't, sly old man. So keep your trap shut if you want to accuse me of using dark magic again!"
By then everyone was watching their tennis match of shouts, and Steve looked uncomfortable by the argument. Harry knew that Sirius hated dark magic and to be accused...well, that didn't bode well for the accuser. He pleaded silently, giving his godfather a meaningful look that made him relax slightly.
"Now if that's settled, back to topic. The Imperius Curse can be thrown. Look. IMPERIO!"
Sirius had his wand out and he'd pointed it on Steve, who jumped and his eyes glazed over. Before Harry could see what happened to Steve, most of the people in the control room had a gun out, pointing at Sirius.
"What just happened?" Steve asked. "Why were you telling me to waltz with Fury?" he asked Sirius, who grinned and pointed a finger at Steve. "See, it can be thrown off. Now lower your pathetic weapons."
Everyone glanced at the director for orders, who lowered his gun, which was followed by others. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, which acted as a precursor for dangerous amounts of anger on his mutt of a godfather. He smacked Sirius on the arm, who yelped and stumbled back. Harry growled, "What was the reason behind all this drama?"
Sirius stared at him, mouth open in a comical 'O'. He said, "What!"
"H-Harry, you just apparated."
He took a step back, staggering on his feet.
"You were standing there besides Steve..."
Harry whipped around and saw that everyone was watching him, with a silence that rivaled Silencio. Sirius laughed behind him, and said, "That's great. You learnt to apparate on your own."
He turned around, facing Sirius, who got off the floor, and said, "Have you done this before?"
"Ye-no..." he said. "I mean, I once accidentally found myself on the school roof when Dudley was chasing me. I was seven. But it was accidental magic, and now I just wanted to be there and hit the living daylights out of you."
Grinning from ear to ear, his godfather replied, "Excellent. Now try apparating back to Steve."
He thought about Steve, and found himself looking into his blue eyes a second later, who snapped out of his shock and blurted, "Is this thing normal for you people?"
Sirius replied, "Yeah, but not for children without any kind of training or lessons. C'mon Harry, let's work on your other skills. Do you have any place for us?"
Fury blinked, and then seemed to collect himself before replying, "Oh, yes. Agent Coulson, please show them to a training room."
Harry looked strangely at the grim director. Dizzying amounts of suspicion were 'visible' to him, leaving him to think about possible ways of escapes if SHIELD changed their minds. For a second, he looked straight into the cold eyes of Fury, and his vision clouded with images, memories that didn't belong to him. He broke eye contact hastily, mentally astounded by the fact that he was using Legilimency without meaning to, and berated himself for the offense.
Sirius put a comforting hand on his shoulder, and they left the control room with Coulson.
Location: Hogwarts, HP Universe
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore informed the medi-witch about her latest patient, who reluctantly admitted her in. Bowing slightly, he left the infirmary and made his way to his office, smiling once in a while when he saw students scrambling hastily to make way for him. Was he that intimidating...? He smiled regularly and made wise cracks, just to make the people around him comfortable. But to others, he would always be the vanquisher of his fr...Grindelwald, or the best wizard of the age, or the only wizard whom Voldemort feared. Titles were good, as long as they didn't cloud the judgement of himself by others. Sadly, that happened almost always. Ah, an oxymoron.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice his arrival at the stone gargoyle that leapt aside on seeing him, giving an immaculate bow. He acknowledged by inclining his head and stepped on the first stone step.
The oaken doors swung to admit him and he was mildly surprised on seeing a red head waiting for him in his office. Ronald Weasley whipped around in the chair and got on his feet quickly, looking slightly abashed. He noticed the bag of his precious sweets lying open on the desk, and realized the reason behind the discomfort of the boy.
He smiled. "Ah, I see you've found my packet of sherbet lemons, quite delicious, aren't they, m'boy?"
Ronald smiled weakly, while Phineas Nigellus snorted, "Got the appetite of a pig in his blood, Albus..."
"Enough, Phineas," he said sternly, while Ronald's ears turned slightly pink. He said kindly, "May I know the reason behind your gracious visit, Mr. Weasley?"
"Sir, today we just remembered that, Harry's cloak, it was taken by Umbridge...so I er- broke into her office to-" the boy looked up to see if he was going to be reprimanded for breaking into a teacher's office, but he waved his hand lightly. "Understandable. Please continue."
"Yeah, well...so, the cloak is not there."
"Not there?" he asked sharply, his mind already making many theories about the disappearance of the cloak along with its master. "Are you sure Mr. Weasley? Did you look-"
"I'm damn sure! Er-sorry, sir."
"I don't know what are you apologizing for, Mr. Weasley. I might have gone temporarily deaf."
"I weakly remembered her stuffing it in a drawer, so I opened it, but the cloak is not there. I tried to Accio it, but that too didn't work."
"The Summoning Charm won't work on the cloak, my boy. It's not an ordinary cloak, as you might have noticed."
Ronald looked up again, and he was slightly miffed by the boy's nervousness and his habit of not meeting his eyes, but he saw that his freckled face held confusion and curiosity. Their eyes met, and unwillingly he sifted through his memories, confirming the fact that there was indeed, no cloak in the office and that the teenager had looked carefully.
"Very well, thank you for bringing this to my attention Mr. Weasley. You may leave."
The boy passed him, shooting glances at him every two seconds, and finally he got the courage to say, "Did you get any clue about his location?"
He shook his head regretfully, and replied, "No, and we're searching everywhere in Britain, as well as looking out for his magical signature. But Voldemort-" Here Ronald flinched and he instinctively said, "Don't fear his name, Ron." The boy slightly grew confident at the use of his affectionate name, and he added, "Besides, if you're afraid of the name, Voldemort's job gets easier. He gets a free reign of terror among the masses. It won't help in the slightest when you face him."
"Me? But sir, you said Harry-"
"The prophecy is not set in stone, Ron. You must know that the prophecies are vague, and it only says that Harry has the power to vanquish him, and that neither can live while the other survives. Take a moment to think, why did I continue the Order after the prophecy was made? Should I have sat behind, waiting for Harry to finish the prophecy?"
"Because someone had to do it."
"Exactly! Someone had to do it, and are you willing to be this someone? Harry might have to finish it in the end, but he needs the support of brilliant people on his side, especially a wonderful strategist like you."
He knew very well about the jealousy problems of Ronald, and hoped that this would have an effect on him. He continued, "Anyways, Voldemort can't be allowed to gain knowledge of this...incident, so currently Harry is in hiding as far as he is concerned. Unfortunately, if my guesses are wrong, then we've got a bigger problem. If Harry doesn't leave his magical signature it's practically impossible to find him in this world. On the other hand, if I'm correct, we can only wait."
Ronald nodded, and pushed the doors open. Albus spoke softly, "He'll be back, Ron. He'll be back, from wherever he's gone to." The boy didn't speak anything. Albus didn't expect him to.
Later when he sat alone in his office, he twirled his wand, gazing intently at the elder wood. "Interesting...cloak can find its master, if I'm not wrong."
Location: SHIELD Helicarrier, Marvel Cinematic Universe
Harry and Sirius spent the day practicing dueling, and Sirius taught him various new spells, which were surprisingly easier for him to master. Even Sirius looked impressed by his quick learning, and moved on to complex Transfiguration, some very difficult charms, and even a few dark spells. To his credit, Harry mastered them before the sun set. Sirius had put a notice-me-not spell on them, so that the cameras weren't able to pick them up. Harry had been surprised when Sirius told him that apparating was very uncomfortable. His godfather had gaped at him when he had told him that he was able to do it painlessly.
They strolled lazily in the neat corridors of the ship, discussing their options. It was clear that Fury wasn't exactly a trusting sort of bloke, and his eye-patch definitely rivaled Moody's magical eye, even if the former was just a piece of cloth with no magical powers.
Harry currently felt like power was coursing through his every sinew, waiting to be unleashed. He hadn't told Sirius, but that was the main reason he picked up the spells so easily. Honestly, he was scared by this new found strength. It seemed to be increasing steadily, and he already felt his control slipping a few times, when Sirius beat him in their practice duels.
"Sometimes I ask a question to myself, Harry...why are we so calm about all of this?"
"Sometimes? I'm thinking that every minute...but the answer will be because anything we do won't change a thing, so better find a goal before completely losing it in this new world...which is, finding the Tesseract."
"When did you mature?! Anyways, if this cube didn't work, what will we do? I can't imagine being stuck here for the rest of my life."
"You're dead in that world, Sirius," Harry commented dryly, before realizing what he'd said. Sirius didn't mind and said, "You're right, but still that doesn't make it easy."
"It doesn't," he agreed wholeheartedly.
They crossed the lab where Bruce was working. Harry thought Bruce to be somewhat like Remus, who shied away from society to protect others from himself. But Remus had no control over his transformation, while Bruce only regretted his every transformation, as it was triggered by rage.
They entered the control room again, noticing that Coulson was having an awkward conversation with Steve, who looked a little uncomfortable. Harry could only feel for all the extraordinary people here, who were practically worshiped...even the Boy-Who-Lived, the only presently alive hero, except maybe Dumbledore, wasn't worshiped in magical Britain.
"We got a hit, sixty seven percent."
Coulson moved over to the computer where a guy was matching Loki's face in all the photos on the planet.
"Wait, cross-match. Seventy nine percent."
Coulson asked, "Location?"
"Stuttgart, Germany. 28, Konigstrasse. He's not exactly hiding."
Everyone's eyes fell on Fury who said calmly, "Captain, you're up."
Harry saw Steve give a curt nod to Fury and walk away, while the director turned his penetrating gaze into the pair of them. "Prove where your loyalties lie, Black. Bring me Loki."
Sirius sarcastically replied, "You sound like a crazy war lord, do you know that?"
Harry said, "I'll go with you, Sirius."
His godfather lost the boyish smile on his face and replied painfully, "Sorry, Pup. I don't think you should."
"NO. I'm coming."
"Who said you're not coming...I'm not going to leave you in this sort of company." Fury made a noise of outrage from his place.
"I'm just saying, that you get to stay in the plane. We're going by a plane aren't we?"
Fury drawled, "Yeah, SHIELD Quinjet. By your unease in saying the word 'plane', I get it that your people have not heard of them."
"Nah, we know planes. We came here peacefully only because we know. You don't know some people of our world..." Sirius trailed off, and Harry knew he was thinking of Lucius Malfoy, and he shuddered at the mental image of a Malfoy on a muggle plane."
"-besides, we've brooms, and oh, we also have flying carpets."
Harry grinned at the gobsmacked expression of everyone present in the room.
Harry sat motionless besides his godfather on a seat, with Captain America across the other one. He kept throwing glances at the two pilots, Natasha and someone named Kelso...and then at the dark sky outside. Harry heard Cap mutter, "Why is it always Germany?" once, and concluded that it had to do something with his time in WWII. He thought about Grindelwald and his horrific reign around that period in his world, and Dumbledore's duel. He tried to imagine what the duel could have been like, and wondered if he would have to fight Voldemort like that later. He was not ready, not confident even with the increased amount of power coursing through his veins.
Natasha called, "We're there. Bad news. A crowd is there, with...multiple versions of Loki." The last part was said in a low voice, and Harry felt slightly uneasy. He knew enough from Norse legends that Loki was a master trickster. How could they fight someone creating illusions...
"CAP, your turn. Black, you should accompany him, I'm opening the exit!"
Sirius turned to him, brushing his palms on his cheeks, and whispered, "I'll be back with a nutter named Loki. You stay here! Don't leave."
Nodding silently, he saw Cap besides him, the stars and stripes on his suit magnificent even in the dim light. He was holding his circular shield tightly, and Harry said, "Steve, let me do a nice modification to that."
Captain looked down at his shield and extended it. "What do you have in your mind?"
"A modified summoning spell, which will attract the shield to your hand once you flex your wrists."
"Um- thanks. Although I take care that the shield reflects back after a blow, but this will come in handy."
The door opened loudly with sounds of a gunfire, and air whipped inside, making violent sounds like a storm. Cap gave an all clear sign with his right thumb and index finger, before jumping off the plane. Sirius winked at him, and muttered the Cushioning charm on himself. Then he too left the safety of the Quinjet, leaving Harry to worry behind.
There was some kind of drama going on the ground, and Harry heard Steve's voice crackling on the SHIELD radio. "Y'know, the last time I was in Germany, and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing."
A moment later he heard a cold and playful voice, booming, "The Soldier...a man out of time."
Apparently Sirius had floated over to the ground, because he heard his voice, one with an edge in it. "The last time I was in Germany, I well...I created quite a ruckus that involved fire, stone pillars and lots of food."
Harry shook his head, bewildered, while Cap muttered, "I'm not the one who's out of time."
He heard Loki's voice again. "Interesting...the Seidhr haven't been seen on Midgard since centuries... I can see your powerful magical aura...who are you, Sorcerer?"
'What the heck is a Seidhr?'
Natasha made an annoyed sound and turned on a switch, before announcing on the speaker, "LOKI. DROP THE WEAPONS, AND STAND DOWN!"
Just then, Loki raised his funny sceptre and fired a thick jet of blue light, forcing the pilots to swerve wildly. Harry lost his balance and fell on the floor by the maneuvers of the plane, and he got to his feet, as Cap and Sirius engaged into battle with a certain Liesmith. Sirius fired stunners in quick succession, which Loki dodged with superhuman reflexes, and Cap threw his shield, which Loki blocked with his sceptre.
Glad to have done the spell, Harry breathed a sigh of relief when Cap got his shield to fly back into his hands as Loki attacked him, forcing the super-soldier to roll on the ground. Meanwhile, Sirius' spells fell short of their mark as Loki created an illusion that dueled with Sirius using raw bursts of magic.
He heard Natasha mutter, "The guy's all over the place..."
Harry frowned. He felt like Loki was not trying hard enough to beat his opposition. He was the freaking God of trickery, and he wasn't even playing with Sirius and Cap. He demanded, "Natasha, what's so special in this building that Loki's here?"
She seemed to ponder a little, because she fell silent for a while. "Iridium...oh no! This is a distraction."
She shouted something on the radio, leaving Harry to his theories. Loki wouldn't come here and wreak havoc in a random city. He didn't even know what iridium was...sounded like some metal. He said calmly, "Wait. I'll go investigate."
She raised an eyebrow, and said, "Really, kid. Stay here as your godfather said. We'll handle this."
"By the time your people arrive Loki's scheme will be successful. I'm going."
Without waiting for her reply, he disapparated.
He appeared inside a huge hall inside the building, which contained a big sculpture in the middle. A man was lying motionless on it, and he slowly approached him. A stab of revulsion and anger went through his body when he saw that the man's right eye had been gouged...violently. Feeling sick, he disapparated again, appearing besides a man, a kind of a guard, who was dead. An arrow was sticking out of his body, and with a jolt Harry realized that this was the work of SHIELD's agent which Fury told them about. Hawkeye.
He sprinted across the large corridor, and found a small empty room. He was late. He dashed across the corner of the corridor, turning to see a figure getting out of the building by a door at the end of the passage. He disapparated and his feet slammed into the ground, just a few feet away from the man, who was holding a bow in one hand and a glass container in the other.
The man heard the sound of his feet, and whipped around in a flash, setting the container behind him gently and taking out a gun in just a second.
Before the loud BANG he'd shouted, "PROTEGO!" and the bullets fell silently to the shiny floor. Hawkeye took out an arrow from a quiver that was slung across his shoulders, and notching an arrow, let it loose.
With a whizzing noise the arrow impacted on his invisible shield, and he grew a little relaxed. The arrow exploded with a BOOM.
His shield was torn down, but it absorbed most of the impact, but the force was still enough to slam him into a wall. He slid to the floor, feeling a little woozy after taking the hit. But when he saw his opponent taking out another arrow, he swiftly raised his wand and cried, "STUPEFY!"
With an unnatural grace, Hawkeye dodged the red jet of light, and Harry fired more, not wanting to give a chance. He yelled, "SNAP OUT OF IT, AGENT BARTON. YOU DON'T NEED TO FOLLOW THAT VOICE."
His exclamation didn't do anything, and he was reminded of Sirius' words about a huge concentration of dark magic residues inside the body. He desperately tried to think of a way to remove that, and dodged a normal arrow that came his way. Then instinctively, the answer hit him. The Patronus Charm. It was pure magic!
Raising his wand, he spoke, "Expecto patronum!"
Without the presence of dementors' inhibition, a colossal silver stag erupted out of the tip of his wand, and charged Hawkeye. Its antlers hit his chest, and waves of happiness seemed to radiate off the stag. Harry could feel them because of his new abilities clearly. To his delight, Hawkeye's body grew limp, and his eyes glowed blue, before assuming their natural color, which was a peaceful shade of blue. His form slump on the ground, breathing heavily.
Harry cautiously approached the man, who raised his head, and rasped, "Who are you?"
Guiltily, Harry stunned him for good measure and bound him in conjured ropes. He scooped up the container which most probably contained iridium. Just then, two men, dressed in black jumpsuits entered the building through the doorway. On seeing him, they raised their guns. But Harry was way too fast for them. He grabbed Agent Barton's hand, and disapparated. [1]
End of Chapter-2
(A/N): Hey everyone, thanks for the wonderful response so far. First of all, I want to clear any kind of confusion about the 'travel'. This isn't conventional time travel. Harry and Sirius are pulled to this dimension by the Tesseract, which is active in the present time. So, by my theory, Harry could have found himself in any time when the Tesseract was active, which gives the time as approximately 1005 years ago when Odin left it on the Earth, or World War II when Red Skull was using it. But as the Other said, the Tesseract is working now as it never will, making the present time in Marvel Cinematic Universe the most probable time for Harry to appear there.
Fury doesn't know much about the wizarding world...only small things that Sirius told him. I left out the conversation because I felt that no one would like to see basic details about the magical world repeated, and you can imagine the conversation details.
[1]- I know that you can't do Side-Along Apparition like that, but Harry's powers are a little different. Along with empathetic abilities, he can apparate ignoring restricting wards or basic rules of magic.
From now, the plot will deviate a little from the movie. Clint is back, and Loki hasn't got his hands on the iridium, so I might be able to increase the story's period to extend over a few days, unlike the Avengers which seemed to be set across two days only.
Someone anonymously flaming the story was kind enough to remind me that I didn't use logic at all in case of Harry's behavior, the students' injuries and Dumbledore's talk with them. I thank you, for I admit that I made a mistake in the previous chapter by including Tonks, who had to be hospitalized after the battle, and I've corrected it. The students' injuries were not serious, and they were immediately patched up by Madam Pomfrey, with only Hermione having to fell some pain; welts in case of Ron. Many hours have passed since Harry's disappearance, and everyone was fit enough to go to the headmaster's office.
Dumbledore told them the prophecy because the Daily Prophet would already print incomplete facts the next day about the Chosen One, and whatever anyone thinks, Dumbledore is questionable for his acts by the community. To explain about the disappearance of Harry, he needed to explain the power of love, and this power came from where? He had to divulge the contents of the prophecy to the Order's trusted members, and feeling that the children deserved the truth, he told them first.
Tell me what you thought of this chapter. You can of course, review, and you can also PM me and I'll get back to you ASAP. Until next time, then.
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Harry watched with growing anticipation as Tony opened the exit door. Steve yelled in the wind, "What are you doing?"
Just then, a lone figure dropped onto the jet's floor. Tony moved forward to meet him, and Harry saw that their visitor was wearing medieval clothes with a red cape fluttering in the strong wind. Outside, lightning continued to flash, and the sky was covered with the noisy thunderclaps.
Before anyone could do anything. the man struck Tony's chest plate with his hammer, throwing him back forcefully. He grabbed Loki by the neck, and turned to leave. Harry was the first to recover from the shock. He shouted, "Expelliarmus!"
The hammer flew into the air, but curved in mid air, landing back in the outstretched palm of their visitor. He glared at Harry, and boomed, "Stay out of this, young Seidhr."
Then he spun the hammer in his hand, and flew into the dark sky covered with white streaks of lightning.
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