A/N: Thank you to all those whom have loved the fanfic! It means a lot to me. The plan is to have a total of twelve/thirteen chapters, so it won't be "wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am" in the case of Harry and Carol (post your suggestions for other possible pairings – incest or not). Again, I will try to update regularly.
Tuesday 31st October 2023
SIRIUS BLACK: FREEDOM AT LAST by Rita Skeeter
Sirius Black (33 years old; heir to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black) was imprisoned twelve years to this day, for the murders of James and Lily Potter. However, just two days ago, new information revealed that Mr Black – originally thought to be secret keeper (see pg. 12 for more information on the Fidelius charm) – had switched the role of secret keeper with Peter Pettigrew.
Furthermore, it had been revealed that Mr Black did not receive a trial and was immediately (falsely) imprisoned in Azkaban prison. On 29th October, Dr Strange (see pg. 20 for more details on the Sorcerer Supreme) vouched for Mr Black, to receive a trial. Backing Mr Black were two superheroes – Jennifer Walters a.k.a She-hulk and Matthew Murdock a.k.a. Daredevil – both of whom are skilled lawyers in the muggle world (see pg. 25 for the exploits of both superheroes). Their skill in court was illustrated when Sirius Black was declared an innocent man after insurmountable evidence in favor for the man's innocence (see pg. 22 for more details on the trial).
As a result of the trial, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge has issued a public apology to Mr Black – who will most likely become Lord Black as the last living heir of the house. When asked if he would take guardianship of his godson, Harry Potter-Danvers, Mr Black had said that Carol Danvers (see pg. 23 for her exploits) has done an "excellent job in raising his godson" and will not take guardianship. However, Mr Black has also stated that – after attending healing sessions – he will still "hope to have an active part in Harry's life". Here at the Daily Prophet...
Sirius placed the newspaper on the coffee table in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief. It was early in the afternoon (13:31, to be exact) and two days since he had been released as a free man. Yet, as Sirius sipped his cup of tea and reveled in its warmth, he still felt the need to pinch himself awake. The softness of his new clothes — a simple white shirt and black trousers — did not help.
Two weeks ago, Sirius would never have expected the Sorcerer Supreme to have cared (it was the goddamn Sorcerer Supreme!) about the marauder's innocence. For almost twelve years, Sirius was imprisoned in the hell-hole that was Azkaban prison. Every (remotely) happy memory/thought was ripped away from him by the dementors — gripping into his being and twisting everything till all he was left with was pain.
Sirius shuddered. Yep, a mind healer was definitely the right call.
Some of the physical damage had already been repaired by magic. No longer did he strongly resemble a dead man walking (and that was putting it lightly!), Sirius' gaunt, wavy skin had regained some of its original color, and his long, matted hair had been cleaned and cut just slightly above his shoulders. Sure, Sirius knew that he was nowhere near his physical prime, but considering that he had spent close to twelve years in Azkaban... at least, he was still better than his 'dear' cousin, Bella.
On the other hand, whenever Sirius gazed into the mirror of his temporary apartment in muggle London, he saw the eyes of a dead man gazing back. Being a dog animagus had helped immensely in, well, not losing his mind. Even so, the memories still replayed over and over again — failing his friends and proper family; failing Harry. After being released and declared a free man, Sirius had asked Dr Strange about what had happened to his godson. Sirius had heard that Harry had not attended Hogwarts for his first and second years, and thus he was almost going to breakout of Azkaban when the Sorcerer Supreme had shown up.
Thankfully, Sirius had learned from Strange that Harry had instead opted to be mentored by the Sorcerer Supreme and thus did not initially attend Hogwarts. Unfortunately, what he had learned next would have almost put him right back in Azkaban, if not for the Dr Strange's 'firm words'. Strange had told him about the abuse Harry had suffered until the age of six, when Carol Danvers – Ms Marvel, at the time – had adopted his godson after being abandoned by the Dursleys (What were you fucking smoking, Albus!). For the past seven years, Carol had provided Harry with a loving and never boring life, and Sirius was forever grateful if not also kicking himself for going after Pettigrew.
With no idea what to do with his life, Sirius had began planning to somewhere in Eastern Europe, when Strange had informed him that Carol was more than willing to allow him to be a part of Harry's life. She had invited him to move into the Potter-Danvers apartment after completing his healer sessions. Sirius — not to look a gift horse in the mouth – accepted without hesitation.
"It was not your fault, Sirius."
Sirius almost sloshed his tea across the coffee table and sharply turned around to face the Sorcerer Supreme.
"Did you really have to do that?"
Dr Strange responded by simply giving him a look.
"Of course you do." Sirius gulped down the last of his tea before getting up from his seat. "Is everything alright?" He turned to face the amused man. "Is Harry alright?"
"Harry is fine. In fact, I say that he has settled wonderfully at Hogwarts," Dr Strange reassured gently. "The reason why I am here is because I wanted to see how you were doing."
Sirius considered partially lying to the man, but the thought was immediately discarded when he realized that he really was not okay. His hands still sometimes shook, and the cold aura of the dementors still lingered on the periphery of his being.
"Not so bad anymore, especially knowing that Harry is safe." He considered his words carefully. "It just feels so... unreal, sometimes. Like I could wake up back in my cell."
Dr Strange nodded somberly in understanding. Occasionally, it felt as if he would sometimes wake up with bloody, broken hands and everything else being a dream.
"Things will get better, Sirius." Dr Strange's voice was soft and comforting. "And you will play a role in Harry's life, especially when he is going to need you more than ever."
At this remark, Sirius furrowed his eyebrows in a mixture of confusion and concern for his godson. It was reasonably well known that Dr Strange had a sense of precognition which had an alarmingly high rate of accuracy.
"Nothing too drastic... I hope," Dr Strange said. This only served to increase Sirius' worry. "It would be better to show you, but first..."
The Sorcerer Supreme motioned to the mirror hanging on the wall opposite to Sirius. The marauder scrutinized his appearance and scratched his hairy jaw. He did need to clean up properly.
"I will return within two hours."
In less than a blink of an eye, Sirius found himself alone in the apartment and headed towards the bathroom.
Manhattan, New York City
One hour later
Carol was thrown into and through the building by one of dark humanoid blob's 'tentacles'. She landed on the sidewalk on the other side and hastily got back up, only to feel its tentacle wrap around her neck and begin choking her from behind. What started off as a good day had descended into pretty shirty.
At the end of last month, Carol had received a letter from her son. The contents of the letter filled Carol with relief and happiness, as Harry wrote about making new friends — not including Ron and Luna — and the castle itself. He had also wrote about how the classes were ridiculously easy, and how Snape (the potions master) was a hardass. History was also "boring as hell", mostly because the teacher was a droning ghost.
Just as thoughts of Harry not missing home and never wanting to come back (no matter the irrationality of these thoughts) invaded her mind, Carol had received a selfie of Harry, Luna and Ron taken by Harry with "Miss you, mom' written at the bottom. This helped significantly in ridding of Carol's worries and brightened her day. She was happy that her son was happy... at least, until whatever the fuck Mister Sinister had created attached her during patrol. This brought her to being choked by the humanoid blob monster.
"Fuck off!" Carol choked out and used her hands to fire energy beams at the monster.
The monster recoiled instantly from the attack, freeing Carol from its grip. It then tried to escape, only for Carol to appear in front of its path.
"Oh no, you don't!"
She fired her energy beams at the monster which seemed to screech in agony, as Carol increased the power of her beams. After a minute or two, the monster was reduced to a smoking puddle of black goo. The sound of slow clapping could be heard from her left.
"Well done, Captain. It seems as if my experience was no match for your power," Mister Sinister sneered from on top of a small building.
The experimenter was deathly pale with a red, diamond-shaped jewel in the centre of his forehead. He stood at tall and arrogant at six-foot-five with a heavily toned body, and his black hair was slicked backwards. Combined with his dark and menacing outfit, Nathaniel Essex looked as if he had stepped out of a classic horror movie.
"You gonna come quietly, Sinister?" Carol was prepared for any other experiments that the bastard had up his sleeve. She punched her fist into her other palm threateningly.
At the remote possibility of such an outcome, Mister Sinister laughed haughtily at her.
"You superheroes and your expectations." The supervillain sobered instantly. "I will not surrender when I am close to my goal."
"Which is?" Carol prompted, as supervillains tended to reveal their master plans when in front of a superhero. However, Mister Sinister merely laughed haughtily once again.
"Do you honestly expect me to tell you what I have planned? Oh, you wound me, Captain Marvel! Our plans are far beyond your understanding!"
"Our?" Carol smirked internally at the slip, while Mister Sinister cursed at his own carelessness.
"It does not matter," Mister Sinister declared with an evil grin. "You cannot stop the chaos that will be inflicted on your family."
At the mention of 'family', Carol felt a surge of anger and charged at the experimenter, only to pass through what turned out to be a highly realistic hologram.
She cursed internally. The bastard would not taunt her if he had a chance of being pummelled to the ground. Since Mister Sinister was technically the responsibility of the X-Men, Carol hoped that they would find the bastard's hideout and the bastard himself.
She floated up into the sky before heading in the direction of Hogwarts at hypersonic speeds. Her son could be in danger.
Harry was having the time of his life in the air. The Quidditch pitch was huge and flying around it was exhilarating. Although, unlike the Gryffindor Quidditch team, he was not flying on a broom – not that it seemed to matter with Oliver Wood, who was practically vibrating with glee at Harry's flying skills. The rest of the Gryffindor team also seemed to be captivated, as Harry turned sharply and then spun to avoid the blusters sent by the Weasley twins. Wood had insisted that Harry be put through the ringer, even if the latter had no desire to play for his house.
Yes, Harry could admit that Quidditch was fun (much to Ron's delight), but the sport just did not seem to be something he could see himself doing as a career or a hobby (Ron had playfully bemoaned the loss of a potential Quidditch fan). Nevertheless, the two shared a common ground for their love of flying — with or without a broom.
Luna was mostly indifferent to the sport — Harry had learned that she was far more interested in designing and wear mascot costumes for Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. He had also learned that Luna ate a fuckton of food without breaking a sweat and/or throwing it back up. Harry fondly remembered a pie eating contest between Ron and Luna which ended with the former swearing off pie forever.
Classes were frustratingly easy, especially the practical side of things. In the end, Harry stuck mostly to helping others in class — Potions being the only subject where that was a no-go.
Harry pursed his lips.
Snape was clearly unfit to teach. The man-child was stuck in the past and continuously went out of his way to humiliate/bully anyone outside of Slytherin. The greasy bastard seemed to particularly hate his guts. Whenever someone was punished for some stupid reason, Harry was also punished for no reason whatsoever. To think, he could have been sorted into Slytherin...
Flashback
He stared up at the ceiling of the great hall and couldn't help but be impressed. The whole castle itself was truly a sight to behold. While Harry was marvelling over the architecture of the castle, the first years were practically shivering with anxiety and borderline fear, as they waited to be called up for sorting.
One by one, the students were sorted into one of the four houses – the older years clapping politely (with the occasional cheer). At last, it was Harry's turn.
"Hmm. Difficult. Incredibly difficult."
The Sorting Hat was lightly skimming through his thoughts and memories, although – much to the hat's intrigue – Harry had blocked access to some of his more precious memories.
"Well... you are quite clever! Not to mention such loyal – especially to your 'mom'. You would destroy the nine realms for her, and she for you. Slytherin would have been the ideal house, if not the fact that your bravery will always triumph over your ambitions. Better be... GRYFFINDOR!"
Deafening cheers erupted from the Gryffindor table, as Harry ran over to take the seat adjacent to Ron. At least he wasn't in the same house as Malfoy especially with the venomous glare he was receiving from the Potions master.
Harry really didn't know what Snape's problem was. Every potions lesson consisted with the man-child insulting every student besides the Slytherins. Dr Strange had told him snippets of the Potions master's past – an abusive childhood also filled with bullying leading to becoming a Death Eater and eventually a spy for the light. The similarities between him and Snape had made the former sympathize with the Potions master. Without any positive influences in his life, Harry believed that he could have ended up like Snape.
But just because Harry could sympathize with Snape did not mean that the bastard's behavior was anywhere near justified. Yes, Snape was abused at home and bullied at school (by Harry's father and godfather, no less) but at least the bastard's bullies had mostly matured after leaving school. At first, Harry had hated the Potions master with a passion, but after learning about the man's past and his choices, that hatred had turned to pity.
It was clear by Snape's furious face after reading the article of Sirius' release from Azkaban that the former Death Eater still carried his grudge. Whatever shreds of civility that Snape had for Professor Lupin (who Harry had learned was one of his father's friends) had evaporated and replaced with open hostility.
On the subject of the new DADA professor, Harry found the man to be a great teacher, if the comments of the other students were anything to go by (why in the cosmos would Dumbledore hire Gilderoy Lockhart!?). The man (and werewolf – the man 'smelled' of lycanthropy and the scars looked awfully like that of a werewolf) was well-spoken, knowledgeable, and authoritative.
Yet, Professor Lupin was also fun with a dry wit. However, after the announcement of Sirius' innocence and release from Azkaban, the DADA professor had seemed subdued – not that it affected his teaching, unlike with Snape. Every attempt to talk to the man had been rebuffed kindly, so Harry let him have time to properly deal with what was obviously earth-shattering for the professor. It would have been earth-shattering for Harry, too… if not for his mom and others. From what Dr Strange had told him, Professor Lupin had been alone for the past twelve years.
"Oi, Harry! Get your head out of your arse!"
Harry snapped out of his thoughts and realized that the Gryffindor Quidditch team was staring at him. He looked over towards Ron – the one who had yelled at him – who was sitting by the stands and was busy scribbling Quidditch tactics onto a piece of parchment. Ron had recently confided in him that he wanted to be a Quidditch player after graduation and then a Quidditch manager after retirement. Judging by what he could make out on the piece of parchment; Harry could see that Ron really knew his stuff.
"Sorry, guys. Spaced out for a little bit," Harry explained and forced a smile. "What's the score so far?"
However, before anybody could give him an answer, Harry felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Years of being mentored by the Sorcerer Supreme had sharpened Harry's senses (magical and not), and every sense in his body was telling him to look up to the sky.
"What is that?" Ron asked, pointing to the sky with his finger at a fast-approaching dot high up behind Harry.
Harry reached out with his magical senses as far as he could manage. The 'dot' felt like his mom but – just to properly make sure it wasn't a skrull or something – Harry checked thoroughly and smiled when it really was Carol Danvers.
"It's cool, guys," he reassured, as the 'dot' started to rapidly take the shape of his mom. "It's just my mom."
Carol stopped a few feet in front of Harry before taking him into a ferocious hug. Harry could immediately tell that something was wrong.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Has anything happened!?"
The questions came flying out of her mouth faster than bullets from a minigun, and Harry grew concerned.
"Mom, I'm fine. Just flying with the Quidditch team." He motioned to the team who were still recovering from shock at Captain Marvel appearing before them. Harry frowned and asked gently. "Is everything okay?"
Carol breathed a sigh of relief. Yet, the feeling of dread in her stomach did not go away. She scanned the Quidditch pitch for anything suspicious. It didn't help.
"Nothing suspicious happened?" Harry shook his head. He broke free of his mom's somewhat suffocating grip. "Did something happen?"
If it had just been the two of them, Carol would have told Harry about what had happened with Mister Sinister. Instead, she forced a small smile and shrugged nonchalantly.
"Nothing too important." Harry's mind registered their code for "I'll explain later". She playfully punched his shoulder. "How is school, kiddo?"
"Not too bad," he replied with a genuine smile while internally being wary of his surroundings. "Been missing me, huh?"
Carol pretended to ponder on her answer. She grinned mischievously.
"Nah! I've been having the time of my life."
"How could you, mother!?" Harry gasped dramatically with a hand to his mouth – partly for additional effect and partly to stop himself from laughing. "Do you not love me?"
"I did!" Carol placed the back of her hand against her forehead. "But my love for the coffee machine is greater than my love for you!"
Harry couldn't take it anymore and broke down into laughter. Carol couldn't either and started laughing, too. The Gryffindor Quidditch team and everybody who was watching the team practice were all staring at the mother and son were trying to comprehend what they just witnessed.
"The seeds are blossoming."
Ron, who had been busy gaping at the Harry and Carol's 'performance', was almost startled by Luna's sudden appearance to his right. She was holding a dish with a large slice of raspberry pie on it. He suppressed the urge to throw up.
"Uh, what?"
Luna's eyes stayed focused on the sight of Harry telling Carol about Hogwarts even while quickly devouring the pie (Ron almost threw up).
"Nothing, Ron. I was simply enjoying the match."
Ron furrowed his eyebrows in confusion only to then shrug his shoulders. Sometimes, Luna was weird and started to talk about something that was borderline nonsense – it was easier to just shrug his shoulders.
"I thought you didn't want to come out today," Ron said, to which Luna gave him an enigmatic smile. "Something about wanting to sleep in."
Her enigmatic smile never wavered, as she gazed at Harry and Carol and tilted her head like an owl.
"I did say that. But something tells me that I should be out here now. This is a prestigious moment, Ron. When mother and son start to become something more…"
Her voice was soft and too quiet to hear properly. Usually, Ron would have gone back to doing whatever he was doing before Luna had started talking about something that didn't make sense. Be that as it may, in all the time that the two of them had been friends, he had never heard Luna talk like this before. He followed her gaze towards the mother and son.
Both seemed calm and relaxed on the surface. Yet, due to years of living with family members – particularly his dad, Bill, Charlie, and the twins – Ron could tell that Harry and his mum were simply trying to appear like there wasn't anything wrong. Harry's shoulders were tense and his fists were clenched tight, as if he were expecting a confrontation.
Ron could also see that Captain Marvel was constantly checking her surroundings, as if something could pop out from beneath the Quidditch pitch stands and attack them. He really hoped that nothing would attack them from below. Unfortunately, it would instead attack from above.
"LOOK OUT!"
The pleasant conversation between Carol and her son was cut short, when she pushed him out of the way of something speeding towards them from above. It had been so fast that Carol had only detected it in her periphery at the last second.
"MOM!"
Luckily, through years of practice, Harry had erected a green energy shield in front of him as he was pushed aside. The shield had been erected in time and had protected him from rocks flung at him by Carol's impact with the ground. Said impact was powerful enough to send a shockwave of rock dust throughout the empty pitch.
Before Carol could even get the chance to groan, a fist collided with her face and punched her into the ground again. It was about to be followed with another fist, only for Carol to catch it and then use both her legs to kick away the attacker into base of one of the Quidditch stands – making a sizable hole of impact.
"You okay, Harry!?"
"Yeah!" Harry shouted back and landed back on the ground again. If he was going to fight, it would be better if his feet were on the ground. "You?"
"I'm fine, Harry. Get outta here! That is an order!" Carol added the last part when she saw Harry about to protest.
"I'm not leaving you," Harry stated firmly, with a mutual glare between them.
"Fine!" Carol said through gritted teeth.
Internally, a part of her was proud that he was standing his ground and willing to fight. On the other hand, Harry was her son and if anything happened…
An energy beam shot at Harry from within the impact hole. Luckily, Harry's instincts were superb and dodged it before using his magic to throw the energy beam back to its source. Once it had made contact with its source, the stands exploded and the erupted flames rapidly burned them down. Unfortunately, Harry could tell that the attacker was unharmed, as the shape of its body could be seen through the flames and walking out of them. Both he and his mom gasped.
The attacker was HIS MOM! Harry's neck almost snapped at the speed he turned it to face his mom and then back to the attacker. Or, as Harry analyzed the doppelganger with his magic, a clone of his mom. The attacker was identical to Carol Danvers back in her days as Ms Marvel (complete with the outfit), except for the mannerisms and body language that was like that of a dangerous, feral animal.
Furthermore, as Harry noted with bemusement, instead of wearing a pair of flat, thigh-high boots, the clone's boots included five-inch stiletto heels. Carol snorted derisively at them while in a fighting stance.
"Those are so impractical." But they do look good.
The clone growled as if insulted by the comment and shot straight towards Carol, only to be significantly slowed down a few feet away from her, as if she was in slow-motion. Harry's hands and eyes glowed violet with powerful magic.
"Thanks, kiddo," Carol said, before she started punching the clone – each hit stronger than the last.
Suddenly, the time manipulation magic slowing down the clone ceased and the clone smirked when she caught Carol's fist. Light bruises were showing across the clone's face.
"My turn," the clone snarled smugly and hit Carol into and through the Quidditch stands. 'Ms Marvel' turned to face the battle-ready Harry, who was desperately hoping that his mom wasn't too hurt, and pouted. "You do not need to be afraid of your mother, boy."
Harry growled. The word 'boy' came off as insulting and reminded him of his days living at the Dursleys.
"Who is afraid?"
With a clench of his right hand and a fast clock-wise hand motion with his left a inch or two above it, the ground beneath Ms Marvel turned into a fist of earth and clutched onto her.
"You will have to do better than that, boy!" she taunted and broke free of the fist.
This sent rocks flying towards Harry, whose eyes briefly glowed yellow as the rocks were transfigured into red, flaming phoenixes slightly larger than the average parrot and directed at the clone.
"ATTACK!" Harry commanded the phoenixes in a deep, other-worldly voice.
The phoenixes combined into one massive phoenix which filled almost a third of the Quidditch pitch as it screeched at the clone and attacked.
"ARRRGGGGGHHHHHH!" Ms Marvel screamed agonizingly as the flames consumed her, or at least tried to consume her.
In spite of the mighty attack, the flames hadn't even severely injuring the clone. They soon petered out to reveal the pissed-off clone whose non-uniformed parts of her body had quite a number of third-degree burns.
"That actually hurt me!" Ms Marvel shouted furiously. The domino mask had been burned away which further highlighted the feral nature of the clone expressed through its eyes. She then used both hands to fire a focused energy blast at him.
Luckily, Harry teleported out of its way and consequently obliterated the remaining Quidditch stands behind him when the blast had hit it. Before the clone could fire another shot, he teleported behind her and raised his hands upwards. Rings of green magical energy bound themselves around Ms Marvel's feet and shins. This was then followed by Harry makes a diagonal downwards slashing motion which formed a circle of crimson energy rotating around the struggling clone. A snap of his fingers made the circle close in on itself in an instant and caused Ms Marvel to shriek in agony.
"That is for my mom!"
With Harry's guard down and a sudden pulse of cosmic energy, Ms Marvel dispersed the magic and sent him flying and crashing to the ground unconscious. She smirked victoriously and strode towards him, high heels clicking with each step and sway of her hips.
"GET AWAY FROM MY SON!"
Before Ms Marvel could even open her mouth, an uppercut from Carol sent the clone flying into the sky. Several rapid-fire punches to the face and chest launched the clone higher and higher into the sky, until Carol smacked the clone down into the Quidditch pitch with both fists. As there was no such thing as overkill when family was threatened, Carol zoomed down from the sky and stomped Ms Marvel further into the ground. The impact destroyed what remained undamaged areas of the pitch, although the still unconscious Harry was fortunately unharmed.
"Ugh…"
Ms Marvel was struggling to get back up onto her feet again. As soon as she did, Carol had swung a fist at the clone's right hip and fractured it with a resounding crack followed by the clone's scream. The clone's attempt to hit Carol was met with a block and dislocation of the former's shoulder. An elbow to the face broke Ms Marvel's nose, followed by a powerful kick to the clone's right knee, and then a smack to the face knocked the clone to the ground.
"Touch my son again and you won't be so lucky!"
The clone practically snarled at Carol and was about to lunge at her when one of her high heels snapped off. As a result, Ms Marvel lost her balance, and Carol took the opportunity to knock the clone unconscious.
"This is why I don't wear heels to a fight."
Carol ran over to her son and used her thumb to tenderly stroke his forehead. Harry gradually regained consciousness before suddenly sitting upright.
"What happened!? Am I dead?"
Harry almost lost consciousness again and clutched the side of his head. His eyes then took notice of the unconscious Ms Marvel.
"Did you do that?"
"Clearly," Carol deadpanned in an attempt to humor him, only to be on the receiving end of a hug.
"I don't care if you didn't," Harry said and clutched onto Carol as if she would disappear into nothingness. "I thought I had lost you today – like I lost them."
Carol gingerly returned the hug and cursed. Today was October thirty-first – the day that Harry's parents had sacrificed themselves for their son. Of course, Harry was always more emotional on Halloween, if the tears running down his far didn't give this away.
"You won't ever lose me, Harry." She tilted his head up so that their eyes met. "You hear me?"
Harry sniffled and nodded shakily. Ever since he had found out that the significance of Halloween to his life, Harry would always go to his room back at the apartment and close himself off from the Universe. Several 'what if' scenarios would occupy his mind – both of the good and horrible kind.
He would imagine his life with his parents (maybe even a sibling or two) if they had lived, but scenarios of Carol dying while out as Ms Marvel/Captain Marvel would also fill his head. Harry could vividly remember the Halloween of three years ago. His mom hadn't returned home for two days and by the time that she had returned, he was found crying in a corner of the bathroom.
Thankfully, it had gotten better with time, but today's fight with the clone had triggered something within him. What if his mom had actually died and not been knocked unconscious? He couldn't lose her, too!
"Promise me." Harry hated how soft and vulnerable his voice was at the moment but it had to be said.
"I promise," Carol smiled gently and blinked when she saw the bewildered looks of Gryffindor team and the few spectators (sans Luna) of today's Quidditch practice surrounding them.
"Bloody hell! Are you guys alright?" Ron asked while running up to them. His eyes then took notice of the destroyed Quidditch pitch and widened. "How in Merlin did we get back in here!?"
Carol almost jumped when Luna appeared behind her with a serene yet also concerned face. Beside the strange girl was a large, black dog that bounded over to Harry.
"Will you need any medical assistance?" Luna asked, while Harry petted the dog's head with a knowing smile.
"How did we get back in here?" Fred asked incredulously. "I swear that we were-"
"Never mind that!" Oliver scolded and waved his arms like a madman at the destroyed Quidditch pitch. "Look at the Quidditch pitch!"
"Thanks for showing how much you care about us, captain," George snorted sarcastically, to which Oliver waved him off.
"Everyone seems fine, so I can worry about the state of the Quidditch pitch."
Everybody stared at Oliver and questionable logic (and sanity) but before anybody could say anything, the teachers and Headmaster arrived at the scene.
"Has anyone been hurt?" Albus questioned seriously, as he strode towards the students with power exuding each and every step. Right now, Albus Dumbledore was not one to be trifled with.
"No, Headmaster Dumbledore," Luna answered with a serene smile which frankly unnerved quite a few of the teachers and most of the students. "Although, you might what to check some of the students for whiplash."
At this suggestion, Albus blinked but then smiled in what seemed to be some sort of understanding.
"Understood, Miss Lovegood. Now, if everyone would follow me to the hospital wing-"
Ms Marvel had regained consciousness and was about to attack the nearest student to her (Colin Creevey) when – before any of the teachers could even react – the high heel that had snapped off of her boot was now lodged deep into the clone's left eye. The clone subsequently stumbled a few steps backwards and then fell to the ground dead.
"Captain Marvel is right. High heels are impractical," Luna said serenely, although she seemed slightly subdued.
Everybody stared at her in disbelief. At least, until the black dog next to Harry turned into Sirius Black. This caused the students to then lose their collective shit.
"SILENCE!" Albus ordered sternly, to which the students did so immediately. "Hello, Sirius."
Sirius gave the headmaster a curt nod, as he and Carol helped Harry back up onto his feet again. Internally, the marauder was wondering what the fuck was going on. Strange had teleported him (disillusioned and in his animagus form) to one of the Quidditch pitch stands in order to see Harry. In spite of not using a broom, Sirius could only stare in amazement at his godson's natural ability to fly. Harry looked so much like James in the air with the same relaxed aura.
What started off as a heartwarming – and somewhat heartbreaking (a part of him felt that James and Lily instead of Carol) – exchange between mother and son had devolved into an epic battle. His godson was going to be killed! The next thing that Sirius knew, he was suddenly outside of the Quidditch pitch with everybody else.
Memories of seeing James and Lily's bodies had flooded his mind, followed by James and Lily glaring at him for failing to protect their son once again. Since he had no wand on him, Sirius had felt absolutely useless. It was only a moment later that Sirius (and everybody else) found themselves back in the now destroyed Quidditch pitch. His heart had started beating again when he saw that Harry was relatively fine ("relatively" being the key word).
"We are taking Harry to the hospital wing," Sirius stated in a no-nonsense tone in an attempt to keep out the shakiness from his voice.
"And after that, I am going take him home for today and tomorrow," Carol added with a glare that said that there was no room for argument. Albus was wise in his decision to not suggest otherwise.
With a piercing stare to all those who dared to invade the privacy of the mother and son, Albus escorted them to the hospital wing. The attempts from one or two idiotic students were rebuffed harshly by Ron, who had decided to tag along with the Potter-Danvers family. Fortunately, no-one else had been injured during the attack, although Luna was behaving odder than usual and told Ron that she would visit the hospital wing later.
For Carol and Harry, the visit to the hospital wing was thankfully brief – both having received minor injuries only. Sirius, on the other hand, had been asked to stay by Madam Pomfrey for an update on his health status and further medical diagnostics. With great reluctance, the man agreed for further examination and bade farewell to Harry and Carol whom had been supplied with a portkey to their apartment by Albus.
"Home sweet home," Carol murmured while supporting Harry with his right arm around her neck. Harry removed it slowly and shakily walked forwards to the kitchen area.
"What do you want?" Harry asked tiredly, as he rubbed his eyes and reached out for the refrigerator for ingredients. His mom's hand stopped him.
"No. We are ordering take-out," Carol stated firmly and gingerly placed his hand back to his side. She motioned to a seat at the dining table. "Sit."
Harry grumbled at the order but did what he was told. Nevertheless, his sore body appreciated the opportunity to sit down and not move for a while, as Carol ordered some Italian take-out and then went to her room to change. She returned a few minutes later wearing a pair of light blue yoga pants that highlighted Carol's long, toned legs and the firmness of her ass. Just as she was putting on a grey-green hoodie the doorbell signalled the arrival of the takeout.
"Bon appétit!" Carol said in a slightly exaggerated French accent and placed the food on the table.
Despite being fatigued, Harry giggled and began devouring his food – table manners be damned! Carol shrugged – deciding that it was excusable for this one time – and also started eating with appalling table manners. By the time he had finished eating, Harry yawned loudly.
"Bedtime, kiddo," Carol declared with a grin.
Harry, too tired to argue back, simply nodded in agreement before being carried into his bedroom and onto his bed. Within moments, he was fast asleep and snoring lightly. Meanwhile, Carol was also getting ready for bed.
Guess I am tired. Fuck it!
She stripped off her clothes and threw them on to the floor. With a relaxed sigh, Carol enjoyed the sensation of cool air interact with her naked body and harden her quarter-sized nipples. Her large breasts had surprisingly minimal sag to them and jiggled slightly with each step towards the bed. As she got in to the covers and closed her eyes, Carol's hand almost went to her shaven crotch when it froze and instead went to her pillow.
Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
With a massive yawn, Carol gradually fell asleep, unaware of Harry sneaking groggily in to the bedroom. Not wanting to be alone tonight, Harry silently lifted up the bed cover and snuggled up close from behind her. Due to his exhausted state of mind, he paid no mind to the fact that his mom was in the nude and instantly fell asleep.
The screams of Mister Sinister filled the dark room. Instead of killing either the boy or Captain Marvel (or preferably both), the clone had failed in its mission and been killed. As a result, the clone's creator was suffering the consequences of her failure.
"You have failed me, Sinister."
The voice was tranquil in its fury and colder than a Frost Giant. Mister Sinister cowered in fear as his eyes darted everywhere within the dark room for its source.
"I-I apol-apologize," Mister Sinister stammered while in a fetal position. He could feel the rage of his master threatening to be released. Maybe his master would be merciful-
Mister Sinister screamed in agony as the dark clutched onto his body and into every crevice. He always thought that he was an evil man, yet the darkness that was invading his body chilled the experimenter to the bone and plagued his mind of horrible, incomprehensible things. In what was really less than twenty seconds or so, Mister Sinister was panting hungrily for air.
"I am being merciful, Sinister. Retrieve the clone's body, and bring it to me immediately."
Within the dark room, an individual was torn on whether to feel pity for the now broken man that was Mister Sinister, or to feel relief that it wasn't them. Said individual was a breathtakingly beautiful woman with luscious blonde hair and green eyes. She stood tall and proud at six-foot-three, with large, heaving breasts seemed to overflow her green, skin-tight bodysuit. The sway of her hips as she walked forwards made her breasts jiggle enticingly with each step.
"Enchantress, you will tear them apart by any means necessary. Understand?"
The underlying threat sent shivers down the back of the Asgardian seductress. With a frantic nod of her head, she vanished in a flash of bright green light.
"Fail me again, Sinister, and you will feel what it means to be in the dark."
Minister Sinister bowed deeply as a last attempt to save face.
"What of the dark lord of the British Wizarding World?"
Spine-chilling laughter filled the dark room which made Mister Sinister unintentionally take a step back.
"Tom Riddle will be dealt with ease. Now, retrieve the clone's body from Shield headquarters. Enchantress shall cease the growth of the bond between mother and son."
Seeing that this was basically a dismissal, Mister Sinister hurriedly exited the dark room. If he wanted to live, failure was not an option. With a disgruntled grunt, he teleported away from the meeting place of master.