A/N- Thanks everyone for you support, this is the second chapter of this fic. And as usual, please read and review and do not hesitate to point out any mistakes.

Stepping on that single log of wood was a huge mistake. The sound of breaking ice seemed to agitate the creature, which he had come to think of as the Ice Spewer, more. And with the stone in his hands, Harry needed to be extra careful with the mess that his carelessness had created. He quickly kept the stone in a robe pocket as Ice Spewer charged at him, throwing a jet of water in his direction, he ducked to the side, falling upon yet another piece of frozen water. The creature took to using flight to aim at him. It looked majestic. With its wings stretched, he could see some beautiful patterns on them.

But it was not the time to admire the beauty of his opponent. Incedio seemed to have become his very favourite spell as of late. So he just fired yet another overpowered fire spell on the creature but shockingly, the fire just bounced off its body.

"Reducto." Another spell that utterly failed to affect the beast in the remotest way and the overpowered Reductor Curse fell on the nearby ground, ripping out a large amount of dirt. What the hell? Indeed, it was nothing less than hell. Here he had lost all of his loved ones less than a couple of days ago, and since his luck liked to mess with him quite a lot, here he was, fighting a seemingly indestructible creature, when he should be just moping around some corner or better, trying to find what happened to them. Couldn't his luck allow his to do something important withput risking his life.

"Sectumsempra!" That would definitely kill it. But Alas! It didn't. There was not even a small scratch on the ferocious animal's body while Harry was quickly tiring out. The day's adventures had taken a toll on him. If he was frozen, some animal would most probably shatter him to small pieces and his plan to take revenge would always remain just that, a plan.

He was surrounded by a frozen patch of land. And he was not sure he wanted to agitate the beast any further. He had to melt the ice. Fire had proved to be of no use. He decided to use water. As soon as the frozen surface came in contact with the water coming out of the elder wand, it unfroze and the tall blades of grass were visible once again.

An idea formed in his head. If it worked, it would atleast distract the animal and give him enough time to escape out of the school's grounds and reach the gates, from where he could apparate.

"Aguamenti Maxima!" A large jet of water flew out of his wand and hit Ice Spewer in the face. And what happened next completely floored Harry.

The beast dispassiated in front of his eyes. It changed into a clear liquid and hit him in the chest, knocking him off his feet. And strangely, he was not wet at all. He lost conciousness a few minutes later.

Harry woke up just in time to save the stone from being lost again. Luckily, no dangerous creature had ventured near him since as much as he could feel, all his body parts were uneaten. Though no dangerous creatures were there, a niffler was trying to enter the robe pocket in which the stone was kept.

Harry felt a tingling feeling near his hip, and found that a niffler was gently trying to open his robe pocket, most probably attracted by the light emitted by the resurrection stone. He swatted away the creature but in the process, since the niffler was clutching at his pocket with its sharp little claws, the pocket was torn and the gem fell to the ground. A fight ensued between Harry and the nifflers to obtain the shiny object, which was obviously won by Harry. He was powerful like that.

As he tried to walk, his legs gave out and Harry fell to his kness. He was too worn out from the hectic day to even walk properly. Ginny always said that he had grown old. And just thinking about his beloved had his eyes prickling with unshed tears.

Harry tried to lift a large log of wood, which he had cut off from a huge tree. It was Christmas and this year, it was their house where the customary Weasley-Potter-Lupin gathering had to take place. Everyone in their family attended the gathering, Bill from Egypt, Charlie from Romania, Fred, Ron, He and Ginny, Percy, Zndromeda and Teddy, everyone who carried Weasley, Potter or Lupin as a surname.

Ginny was standing a few feet away when the log slipped from his hands and was about to fall, when Ginny used an 'arresto momentum' to slow down the fall and then leviated it. Meanwhile, Harry had also fallen down into the dirt.

"What woman, you do not ever care that you hardworking husband fell? You care more about a piece of wood!" Harry accused jokingly .

"Well, the husband should not have attempted to lift the log physically, and listened to the advice of his smart young wife. Don't strain your old frail hands. They may break!" Ginny retorted back.

And since then, there was some sort of undeclared competition between the couple about who was older.

Tears threatened to fall, but he controlled them. He knew they would not do any good. Getting control of his emotions, he slowly got up and reached the gates. It was probably the last time that he would see his home. He could not afford to come back. It was too dangerous. If something happened to him, no one will be able to bring his loved ones back. And, so many innocents had died, what had they dine to deserve this?

When he was out of the gate, he finally looked back, at the magnificent castle that he had come to call home. But the claim held no meaning when the home did not house his family.

He closed the heavy gates behind himself and began walking. His emotional moment was interrupted when he heard someone call his name. He turned, hopeful, that someone had survived, that he had a partner. But his hope was short-lived. It was just the centaur whose name was Bane. He had met him when he had in school.

"The stars predict a tough fight ahead for you human, be careful." And with the waring, the centaur turned and ran away.

Why would a centaur wish well for me? Especially Bane? He hated my guts when I was in school! And not just me, they hate all humans! Despite his confusion, he nodded wordlessly and apparated. Because what else he could do?

He was in Godric's Hollow, at his parents' home.

After the war, Harry had decided to keep the hallows seperated forever. No one should ever come to know of the artifacts and fall prey to their lure. That was the thought behind the decision. The wand went back to Dumbledore's tomb, the stone had already been dropped in the field and the cloak was left with him.

But after a few years, he needed it less and less. James had also becone too mischivious, apparently taking after his granddad, and had already stolen the Marauder's map. The cloak was too important to fall in any immature hands (it was rather immature of Dumbledore to give it to him when he was just eleven, he had to admit), so, it was safely stored in the Potter's cottage in Godric's Hollow, protected using the strongest wards Harry knew.

And here he was, to take it once again.

"Tony is right. There is nothing we can do now that will bring them back, everything and everyone was doomed by our failure. We don't deserve to be called superheros. Superheros don't get beaten so easily. Thanos swatted us like flies.. The avengers have failed! And bitter as it is, it is the truth."

"Bruc-"

"Thanks Nat, you have helped me a lot and when I say that I am thankful to you, I cannot speak anything truer. But I cannot be a part of this team. I am going!"

And he stalked out of the room. Everything was crashing down and she could do nothing but watch as her home burned. So many had died already, and Tony and Bruce, two strongest people she knew, had given up all hope and Steve was about to get to the family was broken beyond repair. She hated Thanos in that moment more than ever.

Tony and Bruce were gone from the facility. Tony had obviously taken Pepper with him too. Both had gone without giving any details about where they were going.

The Danvers girl proved to be a nightmare. She wouldn't stop bragging about her powers and though she claimed, maybe rightfully so, that she had defeated worse entities than Thanos, she behaved too immaturely to allow her claims to be believable. She was ready to sprint off to face Thanos alone. She's too arrogant to be an Avenger, Natasha thought. Did she think that all of them, who were sitting here, defeated, were weak?

The girl did not even know where Thanos was! Hmm, for that matter, no one did. Where was he? But it was revealed soon.

"He said that once our mission was completed, we would go to our garden and enjoy rest of our lives in peace." Nebula said. It was admirable of her to do so. It was a respectful gesture that for us, she was even ready to betray her father.

"So, your father has a garden too in his backyard. Oooh! Curious, curious. The mad Titan likes gardens." The rocket racoon snarked, lightening the heavy atmosphere as everyone laughed.

Soon, everyone was loaded up in rocket's rocket and we had departed to go to Thanos' garden.

What we saw shocked us. After wrecking havoc in our lives and wiping out half of the universe's population, the Titan was busy cooking a stew using some unknown vegetables.

As we entered the little cottage, in which Thanos was apparently living, Danvers pinned the titan to the ground. Well, her boasting is for a good reason, the Black Widow mused. It was not easy for everyone to physically overpower Thanos.

"Where are the stones? Where are they?" Marvel growled.

"They are not here. And they are not with me."

"You are lying!"

"I am not," he sounded amused, as though it was not possible for him to lie, "I destroyed them from their own power after my goal was reached. The world will become a better place now that half of its population is gone. I have eased the burden on the universe."

"Lies! You are lying!"

"No, my father might be cruel but he is not untruthsworthy." Nebula murmurd from a corner. She looked as though she was scared what everyone will think about her.

But before anyone could react, Thor had moved forward from his initial position near the door and swung the stormbreaker at Thanos's hear, seperating his head from his body.

And the mad Titan was no more.

Memories filled his head. Of a time which he did not remember. Those memories were not so pleasent. The horcrux was gone from his head, but those memories somehow remained, alongwith his ability to speak Parseltongue. His father's limp body, his mother's pleadings and his own sharp cries. This cottage held so many bad memories that Harry felt that it was wise to quickly get hold of the cloak and get the hell out.

The cloak was hidden in plain side. He had just draped the cloak on a dining chair. He quickly cancelled the formidable wards he had put around the chair and grabbed the cloak. A wave of nostalgia washed over him. Some of the best memories of his life were under this cloak. Sneaking off to the kichen with Ron, pranking Malfoy, scaring Hermione and obviously, the memories of his adventures.

He had the urge to see the room where his fate was seaked. And he walked up the stairs and into the spacious nursery. A large part of the ceiling was blown off and the floor was burned at places but no other additional damage had happened. The ministry has ensured that the place remained in the exact same condition as it was after the attack.

He took the cloak and draped it over his shoulders. He had to do it. Maybe it was just a myth. The Master of Death. But he had to try. Any remote chance that he could bring his people back was welcome. He then took out the stone and placed it at the centre of his left palm and in his right, he held the Wand of Destiny. Nothing. Nothing happened for sometime. But what happened after that was the most shocking thing in his life.

The Invisibility Cloak merged into his body, disappearing copletely and making his body visible again and the Stone went and got embedded in his hand. The wand remained in his hands but it felt like he had lost some sort of connection. His original wand. The Death Stick had merged his original wand in itself.