Disclaimer: Not mine.
I've been asked to list the crossovers since you can only pick 2 on ffnet. So far, there have been mentions of Marvel, Stargate and obviously Harry Potter. Last chapter introduced Adam Pierson, aka Methos, from Highlander. This chapter brings in Grimm and Supernatural, pre-series obviously due to the date.
Chapter 3
He watched as the universe spun before him, keeping a lookout for danger. He focused on Midgard and smiled slightly as he took in the young boy who had gained his attention months before. The young King was growing strong in body and magic. So many had forgotten what Midgard had once been and he would do what he could to ensure Avalon could rise again in peace. And perhaps his young Prince would one day realise just what he had been entrusted with and grow beyond the boy he still was in many ways; the favoured but spoiled heir to the Throne of Asgard. When Avalon called, would Thor answer? Every one of the Nine that could be found would be needed.
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Harry left the school's gates and frowned as he saw the group of younger students. He took off after them after seeing a cornered the dark-haired young boy. "Hey! Get lost!" He yelled as he ran up. The group hesitated, seeing that while he was older and bigger, he was alone. Obviously, the glare was intimidating enough and the three broke and ran off, leaving their victim behind. "Hey, you okay?" He knelt beside the downed boy, he couldn't be older than first grade.
"T…thanks," the boy stammered as he was helped up.
"I'm Harrison, Harry."
"Nick," he offered quietly.
"Come on, after care or pick up?" Harry gently guided him back to the main gates.
"After care cause Aunty Marie works at the library," Nick answered sadly even as he followed Harry back to the front of the school. Harry led him inside to where the afterschool care was located, chatting all the time and drawing the younger boy out of his shell.
When Marie arrived to pick her nephew up, she was surprised to see him talking to a slightly older boy happily, the most animated she'd seen him since the accident. "Hello, boys."
"Aunt Marie!" Nick jumped up and hugged her. "This is my friend Harry. He's from England!"
"Nice to meet you Harry," Marie smiled at the green-eyed boy who smiled back. "I am Marie Kessler, Nick's Aunt."
"Nice to meet you to Miss Kessler," Harry greeted, grabbing his bag,
"Where's your Dad, Harry?" Nick asked, looking around.
"I can walk," he shrugged, and Marie frowned.
"We'll give you a lift."
"Thank you," Harry answered politely, picking up his own bag and following them out to a van. He gave his address and the two boys talked while Marie drove.
"Do you want me to walk you up, Harry?" She offered as she pulled up at the curb, taking in the bungalow.
"I'll be fine, thanks ma'am," Harry grinned at her and then got out, heading into the house. Marie stayed until the door closed behind him and then drove off.
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Albus sighed as he leant back in his chair. Things were getting worse and worse ever since Harry Potter had vanished. He had no way of tracking the boy and the Order was still coming up empty, not only that but Remus Lupin had also vanished, obviously searching for the boy alone.
And now Fudge had actually worked up the nerve, or more likely been paid enough, to move against him. Gringotts hadn't helped matters by publicly demanding an accounting of his actions as Potter's magical guardian, insisting on knowing why he dared interfere with the boy receiving his account statements, which had led to the public asking about the mail they had sent Potter over the years. He had been forced to reveal that mail wards had been used on the boy. As of today, his only title was Headmaster; Marchbanks was now Chief Witch and Ogden was the British Representative to the ICW with Babajide Akingbade taking his place as Supreme Mugwump, taking control away from Britain. Didn't they understand that he was the only person able to lead them on the right path, for the Greater Good? Yes, he should have paid closer attention to the Potter situation, but this was an extreme move over one mistake. He's assured them the boy was alive, his name was still in the book, he would come to Hogwarts in three years and everything would work out how he had planned.
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Harry moved slowly, flowing from one position into the next. Animi Fluentia was a mental and physical discipline that, after reviewing modern knowledge, Excali'an had admitted was probably the origin of Tai Chi. It wasn't really a martial art, but it was effective for training mind and body before moving on to actual fighting skills. Being young had come in handy as he had picked the discipline up quickly as his body gained strength. Now he used it to calm himself and meditate while on the move.
In two months, he'd be sitting his OWLS in New York. He'd registered under Harrison Evans to avoid any possible information leaks. He hoped they'd let him take the exams even once they realised his real identity and age. He had no plans on spending seven years stuck in a school learning things he already knew. No, he would be focusing on non-magical studies in order to get into a good University while also working to prepare Earth for what was coming. Without access to Avalon he had to learn modern Earth technology in order to further their plans. Current tech, even if he put out the plans Excali'an knew for power generators or artificial gravity devices, simply couldn't build those plans. It was frustrating, hence the meditation.
At least he'd made a friend; Nick was pleasant, if quiet but this was understandable since his parents had only died a few months ago. He had to be careful though, Aunt Marie had sensed something off with the illusion of James and had asked him some rather odd questions. Because of that, he tried not to have the illusion anywhere near the woman. He now spent most afternoons at their house as she had volunteered to watch him after school to save James from hiring someone. In a way, it made things harder since he couldn't do any work, but he also liked spending time with them.
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"Harry?"
"Yeah?" He looked over at where Nick was doing simple counting exercises at the kitchen island. For once they were at his place since 'James' was home and Aunt Marie had to work late.
"Why doesn't Aunt Marie like your Dad?"
"Don't know," he shrugged. "Dad's great. He's got to go to New York for business next month and since it Christmas break, I get to go too. He promised a trip to FAO Schwarz, I'll get your Christmas present from there," he grinned as Nick's eyes widened.
"Really?"
"Really," he promised as they went back to finishing their homework before going into the lounge room to play with some Lego. They had dinner and then Marie showed up to pick Nick up. "Bye Nick!"
"Bye Harry! Have a fun trip!" Nick yelled and then they were driving away.
"Is Harry going somewhere?" Marie asked as she drove home, there was something about James that had her wary. She'd never seen anything that would explain the feeling, and Nick really liked Harry and looked up to him, so she hadn't been able to deny him that friendship.
"New York with his Dad for work. He said he'd get me a toy for Christmas!"
"That's nice."
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Harry looked up at the Woolworth Building in downtown New York City before taking a deep breath and walking in. It was a risky move, but he had paperwork from Gringotts to back him up and his ability to teleport was just different enough from 'apparition' that the wards shouldn't be an issue. He had originally considered attending Ilvermorny when the time came but his research into MACUSA had changed his mind. He did not like their attitude towards non-magicals at all. He could understand their fear after Salem, but Spain had held the Inquisition! You didn't see Spanish magicals being this paranoid still. At least the most extreme laws had been repealed but he still didn't like it. He shook off those thoughts and slipped inside, making sure to enter the magical version of the building and found himself impressed by the entryway. The ceiling was very high making the area nice and open and it was tastefully decorated for the most part, unlike Riddle's memories of the British Ministry, though maybe they had modernised since then. He went to the desk and got directions to the correct office.
"Hello dear, are you lost?" the older woman at the desk asked kindly.
"No ma'am," he handed over the paperwork and on her desk the name Harrison Evans turned into Harry James Potter.
Cecelia stared at the changed documents in shock. She knew that name, was there a magical person worldwide who didn't? No one had ever survived the Killing Curse before, after all. She looked up at the boy. "OWLS are taken at fifteen, are you sure you wish to attempt them now?"
Harry smiled at her, she was nice. He then placed his hand on the desk, allowing the Potter Lordship ring to be visible. "I need my OWLS to ensure no one can try and argue this. I've been studying hard and I know I can do this."
"Alright then. You'll do the written exams first, you're the only one who signed up for this lot of testing. We can get your general marks there before convincing the practical examiners to test you."
"Thank you." He went into the room and took his seat. Soon he was writing away. Hours later he was done and excused for the day, practical testing would be on the eleventh, giving him a day off in between. For the time off he assumed an older appearance and had fun at the various tourist attractions.
The next day he bowled over the examiners with his fully corporeal Patronus in the form of a phoenix as well as his advanced potion brewing skills. Transfiguration was the hardest of the practical subjects, but he still did very well if the expressions were anything to go off. It was amusing how all these teachers couldn't even spot the fact he wasn't using a wand. Wands were meant as a learning tool and yet modern magicals were dependant on them, he refused to limit himself like that, so his 'wand' was nothing more than a carefully shaped stick, made to look like a wand.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter. We will owl your results out by the end of January, but I can tell you now that you have passed."
"Thank you, sir." Harry bowed slightly to the chief examiner. "Is there any minimum on time until I can take my NEWTS?" He wanted to be done and fully recognised as an adult in all ways possible.
Thorpe blinked, no one had ever asked that before. So, the rule book was retrieved and looked over. "Not on the books."
"Since you said I passed, may I book in to do my NEWTS at your earliest convenience?"
"You've studied to NEWTS?" He glanced at his co-workers who shrugged; they had the exams on file so it wouldn't be that hard to hold them immediately.
"Yes Sir." He'd studied Astronomy, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, History of Magic, Potions, Transfiguration, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Apparition, and Magical Theory to the required NEWT levels. He'd also taken the British Muggle Studies exams which he'd had to ask permission for since America had no equivalent due to their more stringent segregation. Yes, a lot of the knowledge had come from Riddle's memories, but he'd still had to learn to cast the necessary spells and his knowledge was out of date in many of the American subjects.
"Can you return in two days? That's the thirteenth." Thorpe offered after conferring with the others and Harry grinned.
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Harry smiled as he and Nick raced to the gates of the school to wait for Aunt Marie.
"I won!" Nick laughed and Harry ruffled his hair.
"By half a second." He spotted another boy watching them from the corner of his eye, he didn't recognise him at first but then he remembered there was a boy in the class above him who had only started at the school when they came back from Christmas. Winchester or something…Dean? "Hi. I'm Harry, this is Nick. You're Dean, right?"
"Yeah. I don't remember you from class," Dean studied the two boys, both dark haired although with very different eye colours.
"That's cause I'm in grade 3 and Nicky here is 1st."
"What's it like going to school with your brother? My little brother starts next year." Dean was genuinely curious. It would be easier to look out for Sammy in the same location, but hard because they were in different years.
The two boys blinked, and Harry shook his head. "We're not related. Nick's Aunt watches me after school when Dad's working late and Nick comes to mine when his Aunt works late," he explained.
"Oh, you look alike." Dean had really thought they were brothers. He straightened as the black Impala pulled up. "Nice meeting you." He walked past the gate and heard Sam calling happily to him from the back seat.
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Harry took the stiff parchment envelopes and watched the owl fly off. He opened the first one and grinned as he found his OWL results.
ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVELS RESULTS
Dear Mister Potter
Below you will find the results of your Ordinary Wizarding Levels. Consider your results carefully when choosing your classes for the next school term.
Passing grades:
Outstanding (O)
Exceeds Expectations (E)
Acceptable (A)
Failing grades:
Poor (P)
Dreadful (D)
Troll (T)
Ancient Runes O
Apparition O
Arithmancy E
Astronomy O
Charms O
Defence Against the Dark Arts O+
Herbology E
History of Magic O
Magical Theory O
Muggle Studies O
Potions O
Transfiguration E
Congratulations on achieving 12 OWLS. You have qualified to take all 12 at NEWT level.
Sincerely,
James Thorpe
Governor, Wizarding Examination Authority
Harry grinned and felt Excali'an's pride in his results. 12 OWLS! That was the record amount that could be scored. The E's were a little disappointing, but he couldn't be good at everything. He opened the second envelope and pulled out the letter.
NASTILY EXHAUSTING WIZARDING TEST RESULTS
Dear Mister Potter
Below you will find the results of your Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Levels. Congratulations on completing your education.
Passing grades:
Outstanding (O)
Exceeds Expectations (E)
Acceptable (A)
Failing grades:
Poor (P)
Dreadful (D)
Troll (T)
Ancient Runes O
Apparition O
Arithmancy E
Astronomy O
Charms O
Defence Against the Dark Arts O
Herbology A
History of Magic O
Magical Theory O
Muggle Studies O
Potions O
Transfiguration E
Congratulations on achieving 12 NEWT's. You are now a fully qualified Wizard and allowed to use magic without restriction within the law.
Sincerely,
James Thorpe
Governor, Wizarding Examination Authority
These results combined with his titles meant no one could even try to make him attend a Wizarding School. He wasn't stopping his studies, however, there was always more to learn and there were subjects Excali'an remembered that were no longer taught.
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Harry spotted Dean and waved him over after checking with Nick. The older boy walked over and sat with them as they ate their lunch. It took a few weeks but eventually, Dean would join them automatically and they would talk about anything, even dragging him into games of tag and ball. Harry had seen the wariness in Dean, the older clothes, small lunches and had simply started bringing more food. He also made sure to repeatedly tell Dean that if he ever needed something they would help because they were friends.
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Dean hesitated in ringing the bell but then looked down at Sammy and rang it. The door opened to reveal Harry who blinked in surprise.
"Hey, Dean. Something wrong?"
"Dad had to leave for the weekend and the babysitter never showed up… you said…" He hated asking for help.
"Sure." Harry opened the door fully. "Company Nick!" he called further back into the house and Nick ran around the corner to see.
"Your Dad won't mind?" Dean asked as he put the backpack with their clothes down.
"Two kids or four, he doesn't mind. Aunt Marie is out of town too for some librarian weekend."
"Hi." Nick grinned at Sam who half hid against Dean.
"Sammy this is Nick and Harry from school. It's okay." He gently urged Sam forward and the younger boy smiled shyly.
"We're sleeping in the lounge room, you want to sleep there, or you can use the guest room if you want?"
"We don't want to be any trouble," Dean answered awkwardly, feeling very out of place in the nice home.
"You won't be."
Footsteps came down the stairs and Dean looked at the man that had to be Harry's Dad. He hadn't met him yet since Nick's Aunt did most of the school pickups for the two. "New friends, Harry?"
"Dean, Sam, this is my Dad, James Evans. Is it okay if they stay for the weekend?"
"The more the merrier. Show them around and get them settled. Just stay out of my office." James answered. "Any food allergies or anything?"
"No, sir." Dean answered.
"All right, dinner's at six. Have fun." He grabbed an apple and headed upstairs.
"Your Dad is…"
"Hands off?" Harry offered and shrugged. "He's always willing to help or listen when I need him but yeah, as long as I follow the house rules then he doesn't really mind what I do."
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Dean groaned but opened an eye to see it was Sammy poking him. "What?"
"Look!" Sam pulled at his arm, so Dean got up and followed him to the back door, looking out into the yard to see Harry and Nick out there. They were moving through some sort of exercise, a martial art maybe? His Dad was teaching him to fight, even Sammy had begun some easy exercises, but his Dad had been a Marine, not a martial artist. Dean opened the door and moved outside to watch, and Harry stopped.
"Morning. Wanna join us?" he offered.
"What is it?" Sam asked curiously and Harry grinned.
"Animi Fluentia, a different version of Tai Chi. Good mental and physical exercise that builds muscle and discipline," Harry answered. "Dad taught me and now I'm teaching Nick."
"Can we?" Sammy asked his brother who hesitated but then nodded, it couldn't hurt. So now Harry had three students and the nagging feeling that all three would need it in the future.
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"So, what am I learning today?" he lay back in the field of flowers, happy that almost all of them were healthy now, the sky clear and sunny, the trees healthy.
Excali'an smiled at his Bearer, the child had come far in only a few short years. He had already begun planning to take him off-world in a few years, though that would take a lot of work. They would have to contact Morgana about possible ways off planet, perhaps one of the Astria Porta was still accessible. But that was for another day. "We have spoken of the Infinity Stones before. Little is known of the time period modern scientist speak off in relation to the dinosaurs as there were very few 'humans', left over from the Kree experiments, who survived through that period. So now we shall speak of those who came before Avalon, the Alterans. It is their legacy that allowed us to become the empire we were. Their story begins around 50 million years ago, although not yet on Earth. They are considered the second evolution of humanity and were far advanced of today's society."
"They built the Astria Porta, right?" Harry sat up, legs crossed, as he listened attentively.
"Very good Harry." He settled at the base of a tree and Harry moved closer. "They grew as a society in another galaxy, we do not know exactly which one. Eventually, after thousands of years of exploration they discovered what today is known as the Milky Way Galaxy. They settled on many planets, placing Astria Porta on them. Eventually, they found Earth, which they called Terra. An outpost was built in what is now Antarctica, our later outposts like the one at Stonehenge were based on this." He kept on speaking of the Alterans and their impact on the galaxy until they died out or ascended.
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Harry walked into the room with James, looking around.
"Hello, can I help you?" A young man asked as he approached.
"I am looking to sign my son up for Kendo lessons," James answered.
"We can do that. I am Jonas Brosius, one of the instructors here. Does he have any training already?"
"Not with a blade but with a variation of Tai Chi." They followed Jonas to the counter where forms were handed over along with several pamphlets.
"Take these home and fill them out. We have a beginner's class for children between 7 and 10 on Saturday mornings, he can start next week."
"Thank you very much."
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Marie looked out at the four boys playing in the backyard, happy that Nick had made friends. She hadn't liked uprooting him from the only home he'd known but she also hadn't wanted him at risk. Portland was safe, there were rumours of a bastard Royal living in the city, but he was not much more than a child himself. Here Nick could grow up in safety, without the need to train as they had. She wished Kelly and Reed could be the ones to raise him but with Reed's death, it wasn't safe for Kelly to come out of hiding. Would Nick hate her for keeping his mother's survival from him if he ever learnt the truth?
She still wasn't sure about James Evans, but his son was a good boy and a good influence on Nick. He had brought him out of his grief and made him interested in learning again. The other two boys, new to the group, had obviously suffered grief as well, though it was older than Nick's. Their father was a gruff, suspicious man who she would almost have suspected of being a Grimm.
She smiled as she saw they had stopped playing and moved on to practising the odd Tai Chi Harry had started them on. She had no objections since, when the day came, it would be a good basis for other training. And it was helping his concentration as well. She laughed as little Sammy tried to copy a move and ended up down on the grass on his backside, looking startled.
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"I don't want you to go," Nick stated firmly.
Dean shrugged uncomfortably. "Dad moves around for work Nick and we go with him. We've stayed here longer than a lot of other places." He almost thought Dad had let them stay beyond the hunt he'd been on because for once Dean was doing well in school and keeping up with training while spending time with friends, but he'd never ask him. He watched as Sammy hugged Harry who hugged him back, smiling sadly.
Nick then took Sam to hug and Harry approached Dean, holding out an envelope. "From Dad and me. No arguments." Harry ordered as Dean opened the envelope to find a wad of cash and a business card with a mailing address. "That address will always reach us, even if we move from Portland."
"Harry…"
"It's not charity or anything like that. It's friends helping each other. You stay safe and watch over Sammy. Keep practicing too."
"Yeah…"
"I'll miss you too." Harry finished for the older boy who had issues admitting to emotion. He wrapped a comforting arm around Nick as the black Impala pulled up to take their friends away. "Tutum iter amici mei." Harry whispered, feeling his magic surge at the Latin words, wrapping protectively around the two boys as the car drove away, safe travels my friends. He didn't need words or a wand for magic like today's magicals but sometimes words helped shape the magic more easily. Using Latin was natural as it was so similar to Alteran, many words were the same between the two languages.
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Harry groaned as he opened the next file, the goblins had run with his idea of investing in the non-magical world to heart and his fortune was steadily growing. It had grown enough that he had split some of it off and transferred it to a non-magical bank, wanting to ensure no links back to Harry Potter. Those funds had been used to create Eques Industries with James Evans as owner. The company had already bought out a small tech company that was about to go bankrupt, they had some good ideas that could be used to push technological advancement. Excali'an and Harry were both confused by modern technology, it had no similarities at all to either Alteran or Goa'uld technology. It didn't make sense to them that humans would develop technology so different to what they had used in the past, before being conquered. Surely human development would run along a similar path every time, unless exposed to something else? After all, language had developed along the same lines with the similarities between Latin and Alteran, so why was technology so different?
Skimming the file, he knew this was one company they would not be investing in, not with the information listed on the owner. If anything, he would attempt to buy Trask Industries and get rid of the current owner. Mutants were an urban legend, whispered of fearfully, but if you had a goblin account keeper able to get access to government records then the Cuban Missile Crisis suddenly took on interesting angles. Mutants existed and Trask knew that, and it was also obvious he did not like them. He would have to ask someone who knew more about genetics, but he did wonder if these mutants were related to the Inhumans created by the Kree so long ago, or were they something new, a natural progression of Terran DNA?
Stark Industries was a growing investment. He had invested because they were one of the biggest technology and weapons companies out there that had ethics. He knew they'd likely end up a competitor one day but that was good, competition would keep both companies from becoming complacent.
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Harry stripped out of his Kendo uniform and jumped in the showers. He'd advanced to Ikkyu, but he could go no further since he was only ten. According to international rules, he had to be thirteen to advance to Shodan, giving him another three years before he could take the exam. That didn't stop him from learning though, he had simply signed up for Aikido lessons to further his abilities, both physical and mental, while ensuring he kept up his practice for Kendo since he wanted to go for Shodan as soon as he could.
He was building up the strength needed to eventually wield Excalibur and gaining experience in using a blade, well a bokken anyway. He knew he wasn't going to be overly tall, his Father had only been 5'9" and his mother 5'4" so odds were not good for him to approaching anywhere near the 6'3" of Arthur, the last to wield Excalibur. He would have to rely more on endurance and speed than pure strength. Then again, Arthur hadn't had magic or been trained as Celerites Auallonia since childhood.
He left the locker room and headed out onto the street, walking past the Exotic Spice & Tea Shop and waving to the man who ran it, getting a wave in return. The man was a bit weird, but he sold really good tea and James occasionally bought from him. Aunt Marie was asking more and more questions about James and he was becoming a liability. Harry was an adult in the eyes of magic and the magical governments since he had his NEWT's and Headships. But he was still a child by non-magical law, he could try for emancipation should James die but there was no guarantee.
Thanks to the company he had the money to live independently in the non-magical world, and he was definitely mentally capable too. He was also getting tired of having to use the illusionary man to get anything done. When not in school, training or with Nick, Harry would assume James' appearance and work in the small office he rented for Eques. He'd bought several businesses in different industries, funding their research and development. The company wasn't big enough yet to really gain attention, something he was grateful for. He liked living in peace.
He had the sinking feeling his time in Portland was drawing to a close.
TBC…