Disclaimor: I do not own Harry Potter or Avengers

Author's Note I was in an annoyed fit after another attempt to write a Harry Potter cross sort of died before I could even really start it. They are my achillies heel... they never work out for me. The reason I keep trying to write them? Well for a few years whenever I was alittle bored (which I am alot) I would pick up one of the series and read it. I know the books backwards and forwards now, so of course I want to write a cross. (I have since moved on from using them for this purpose...)

So while I was ranting about my current failure (it had something to do with age of a character), I pretty much said "F**k it! I'm making one with every age I can think of and if it's crap oh well!" This is the sad sad result.. I'm actually tempted to play with this one more.

Harry was feeling (and please excuse the Pun) that something inside him died.

Laying on his death-bed saying good-bye to his many great-grandchildren and great great grandchildren... and seeing all their heart-rending tears seriously tore something within him. It wasn't enough to know that they were hurt but to know that you personally were the one hurting them?

Maybe if he was a little more stingy during Christmas. Everyone mentions the 'not wanting to die' part of dying. Why didn't they ever mention the utter guilt that came with it?

Well for all intents and purposes he was gone, he held off his death as long as he could and he refused to feel (at least openly) guilty after reaching 217.

His wife, best friends and even children were passed and gone to the afterlife. It was clearly his turn. He refused to be swayed by modern advances in muggles technology his descendants insisted worked. 200 was quite long enough thank you very much.

Not that he would stay dead... oh no. He'd first have to do someone a favor or in this case fulfill his duty.

Isn't that how things turn out for him anyways? He felt like one of those house cats laying in the window. Always cursed with being on inside part of the window and never out laying in the comforting grass. To get just a glimpse of paradise but to always be denied. To be teleported here of all places.

At least some of these others were getting a second chance.

"Where did that crazy lady drop us off at?" came the voice of one of the others.

It was an underground chamber of some sort. Pieces of high technology spread along the walls and ground. There were bodys of multiple people in lab coats bleeding out on ground. And there was a blue glow above the group that just arrived.

"That Lady was not crazy and it doesn't do you good to insult her young Harry." the ancient Harry says to one of his younger counterparts.

And just like she said there were 13 of him, that's including himself. Counterparts that died at different stages of his life. None of them achieved the chance to be Master of Death in actuality. Only one who dies with the items could truly be named such. With his new powers he could see how each of them died. It was rather overwhelming.

That one died at 17. Eaten by the dragon that he and his friends escaped on... the poor thing was starving. Beside him was the ghosts of his version of Hermione and Ron who must have fed the creature as well. Another near them was a 13-year-old version of him that was ripped apart by moony, Remus's werewolf counterpart, and another him was standing by a black dog that was clearly padfoot, he followed the animagus through the veil.

All of them had things or beings that were near them when they died. Some of these items Lady death mentioned would be needed.

"Nevermind all that! The room is about to fall down on our heads. Who knows how far underground we are!" This one was a 38-year-old version and the closest to his considerable years. He took a killing curse to the back after someone objected to the head of the Auror office giving his opinion on equal rights.

"You... you... and you...I'll draw the energy into this piece of metal" the oldest Harry says to the three he knew were the oldest as he holds up what used to be a handrail. "I want you three to cast reparo at the ceiling when I say cast."

The older Harry didn't look to see if they agreed. He knew himself enough to know that they would do what needed to be done. Lifting the Elder wand he muttered the required enchantment under his breath as the blue energy streamed towards him and into the metal. "Cast!" he says at last just in time to see a boulder the side of a small car start to move downwards. The piece of rock quickly flies back to its place and the cracks lessen.

The older Harry knew that didn't do the trick even if three cast it at once. "REPARO!" he says with all his will and the ceiling of the chamber seals itself completely.

With the elder wand casting the spell the ceiling probably will never break again. "Okay that's fixed... lets see if we can help any of these people, shall we?"

It had been a half hour. The five youngest counter parts were across the room away from the bodys and the injured. There ages ranged from 5 to 14 years. The oldest Harry made the requirement that all those who have not seen death before were to stay away from the dead and dying within the room. He found it rather lucky that only one of his counterparts was under eleven. If not this whole situation would be a lot more trying and tramatizing. He was very curious why death believed the small starvation victim would be any help with this mission.

"Harry... Sorry I mean Sir.." Hermione the ghost quickly corrects herself as the other Harrys in hearing range turn towards her.

The oldest Harry huffs slightly at being called sir by one of his best oldest friends, "It's alright Hermione, we're going to have to figure out a solution to that little problem later. What did you want to tell me?"

"There are muggles heading down here. They look like professionals Harry. SWAT team gear, formations, systematic movements, and armed with enough firepower to take out a small army."

"That isn't good." one of the teens murmurs from the side of one of the survivors. Only three men survived whatever happened in the room and even with Fawkes help, who came to this place with the Harry that died in the chamber, it was very touch and go for them.

"I believe I'll take point?" The 38-year-old version of him asks the older. It was the older version's right to take leadership of the group if he saw fit. After all he was the one that had the most experience, and the reason all of them had a second chance. They were here for his benefit not the other way around.

"Yes, I'm not as spry as you and the rookie over there." he grunts pointing at the 19-year-old Auror rookie, whom was the third oldest. He died in an explosion while raiding a shop for illegal contraband. "If I remember muggle tactical procedures though they won't come in 'guns blazing' right away."

"Tear gas." surprisingly four of the younger Harrys says this at the same time. The oldest of the four continues, "We'll need to put on Bubble head charms." Hum he must have watched a program sometime in the past about swat teams or something. Those four obviously remembered it.

"Yes if they want to take us 'out' before talking to us. Hermione you and Ron are invulnerable to damage could you two perhaps try to get them to talk to us before they decide to take offensive action? I prefer that these men get help right away." The oldest says indicating the injured scientists and guard.

"We'll try our best Harry!" Ron says and chuckles lightly as all of them look up at the name, "Blimey we have to figure out something about the name thing huh?"

When the facility didn't collapse it was a surprise to everyone. Director Fury was certain that enough energy was concentrated in the main chamber to collapse the whole thing down on their heads.

conventual wisdom would say that he made a mistake only... everyone involved with SHEILD knew that Director Fury doesn't make those type of mistakes.

So it didn't surprise Maria Hill much when they tapped into the base's surveillance system they discovered something changed in the main chamber.

The image wasn't clear and was being effected by something but what was clear were the moving figures throughout the room.

What if Loki was one of the first to come through? What if an army came through? Loki took out dozens of SHIELD's best in just moments. To think of the level of damage dozens of like individuals could do... It was something Agent Hill didn't want to contemplate.

"Sir the team is in position." she says through her ear piece.

"Oh good we're just in time Ron!" a voice sounds out beside the team. Guns turn and point in the direction of the voice without even thinking.

"Are those what Muggles call Firelegs 'moine ?" The team looked at where the two voices were coming from. The sight of the two caused them to back up a step in alarm.

What stood before them were what seemed to be two teenagers, a male and female. They were wearing long robes, singed along the edges and along their fronts were dozens of blood covered puncture wounds. But that wasn't what alarmed the group the most. They could see right through the two.

"No Ron Firearms... guns in other words." The female shakes her head at her companion and turns back to the special forces team.

"Sir we have a problem!" Agent Hill says over her radio not wavering her gaze away from the two. "Two unknown beings just came out of the room. We can see through them. They appear humanoid."

"Beings?! We're clearly has-beens that's just rude!" The male says drawing himself up indignantly. He huffs and glares at Agent Hill clearly insulted.

"Find out what they want Agent." Fury's voice sounds out from the radio.

The female gives the male a slightly exasperated look before shaking her head at him, "Ron, they're muggles. They don't know the politically correct terms on how to refer to ghosts of all things. I'm sure she didn't mean it." The girl ghost as she called herself turns back to Agent Hill, clearly realizing that she was in charge of the team. "You're wasting your time pointing your firearms at us. We're completely invulnerable to physical damage now that we're dead. We were sent by our leader to speak with you peacefully before you try to strike out at the group within."

Maria thinks quickly and replies, "Very well all they have to do is put down their weapons and surrender to questioning and I can guarantee they will not be harmed."

"You misunderstand us. We're here to halt your advancement before you do something hasty, they are not here to fight you and I don't think you want to get into an unnecessary fight with them of all people. We, as in Ron and I, are not here to negotiate terms either. Any negotiating will be done by our leader." The teen states calmly. "I was told to mention that at your word they will bring those that are still alive out of the room. We were only able to save three from dying I'm afraid. Most of your people were already gone when we arrived. We will not be using them as bargaining chips." She assures, a slight look on her face showing her disdain at the mere thought.

"Very well I'll have to speak with the Director about negotiation however I believe we can take the injured now." Hill says decisively.

The oldest Harry felt distinctly underdressed. It was only a couple of hours since he was laying in bed breathing his last when he was dropped by Death in this odd little muggle facility. He was not given time to change out of his pajamas or given the opportunity to grab a pair of shoes of all things. He did have a robe over his night-clothes thanks to the Harry that got swallowed by the dragon, (he basically had everything that Hermione and Ron had on them at the time as they died with him. Hermione had her bag with her and that included all of his younger self's clothes within.) but in his old age his feet had flattened and became knobby. His other self's spare shoes would not do him any good.

Standing before him seemed to be a man who personified a perfect blend of Kingsley and Ol' Madeye Moody. (Not to mention the dozens of solders in the background pointing every weapon imaginable in his direction) It was rather like being under a microscope.

"My name is Director Fury of SHIELD. We are an organization dedicated to the protection of the world from super powered beings." He adds as he sees a look of confusion on the old man's face."I have a limited amount of time at the moment so I'll cut to the chase. Who are you and your people? Are you in League with the Asgardian known as Loki? How did you gain access to that chamber? And why shouldn't I have you detained right here and now?" The eyepatch wearing man barks at the positively ancient looking man.

"My name is Harry James Potter. Who my people are is rather complicated and as you have a limited amount of time I'll leave it too you whether you want me to tell you the extended story behind them or not. We are NOT in league with anyone named Loki. We gained access to that chamber when someone left a type of door open and we were pushed through. As to why you shouldn't detain us... hmm well there is the fact that we probably saved three of your men." Harry finishes thoughtfully.

"Saving my men as you put it got you this meeting instead of my people taking you out... I don't believe you understand the enormity of your situation. You and your people are trespassing in a secret government facility Potter. By all rights I can have you and your people detained indefinitely. If you are as friendly as you claim I suggest having your people drop whatever weapons they have and surrendering to questioning." Fury outlines, his eye narrowed.

Harry quirks his head sideways slightly in thought. "Just blindly giving ourselves over to a secret government organization, where it would be easy for us to disappear? Seems a bit one-sided don't you think?" He could tell that Fury didn't realize what he was dealing with. Even at the age of 14 he could probably take out half the group right in front of him and he had 13 of himself in the room. Though the five and eleven year olds were probably pretty useless in any type of fight. They didn't even know expelliarmus yet.

Harry leans onto his staff a bit and suddenly quirks a brow at the group. He slowly puts his hand in the front of his robes, the group of gunmen tense as he does this, and he pulls out his Holly wand. Most of them relax a bit, the director does not. Harry casually points to the side and conjures a deep red-winged armchair out of nothing. He leans a bit on his staff as he walks over and sits in it as they all take in the sight. He casually puts his wand away as he turns back to them.

"Sorry... At 217 it's a good idea to take care of one's health you know. Standing about for no reason isn't good for old bones." Harry says casually but looks directly into Fury's one good eye without wavering. They both knew he was making a point with his little display. What other impossible things could he do?

Fury not taking his eye off of Harry picks up his radio. "Hill, status report." He barks.

"Still no sign, Sir. I'm contacting all our sources in the CIA, FBI, and Interpol even as we speak." Hill states professionally.

"Keep me posted." Fury says putting his radio to his side, his eye still not looking away from Harry. "It seems I suddenly have some free time Mr. Potter. You have my full attention."

"Sir.." A soldier says softly as he hands Fury a metal folding chair. Fury takes it and sits down, as another soldier places a metal table between the two.

"Very well, I think I'll give you a summary of what is going on and you can ask questions as needed." Harry says casually as he pulls out his wand again and conjures a teapot and two cups. He pours himself a cup and takes a quick sip. Fury ignores the cup placed before him but Harry would have been surprised if he hadn't, "To sum up our situation we were sent here to protect someone. Someone vital to the safety of this and other realities."

"Who sent you and who must you protect?" Fury asks narrowing his eye. "How are they 'vital' to an entire reality?"

"The two are one in the same. None of my companions or I can say her name or heavily hint at who she is without evoking her to our location. You do not evoke a primordial being on a whim. They are extremely powerful and have a mind of their own. For safety sake we'll refer to her as 'The Lady' shall we?"

"I've never heard of primordial beings. Care to explain what one is?" Fury states his eye peering into the older man's like a laser, trying to detect any type of deception, noting everything the older man was saying.

The old man squeezes his wrinkled forehead for a moment thinking. "It's difficult to explain exactly. Say there's a hurricane? There's a being that is the hurricane... it's the heart and soul but it can be separate, it can think and choose but in essence it's the hurricane. It can look like a human and it can be killed. If it is killed the hurricane is gone. That is what a primordial being is... only the one that I'm talking about is vital to everything instead of one that just influences a weather cycle."

"If she's as all-powerful as you say why can't she protect herself?"

"As her lord and Master it is my duty to protect her." Seeing the narrowed look on the Director's face Harry tries to explain. "I've never asked her to do anything and I did not seek to become her master. And I would free her if I had a choice in the matter." At Fury's nod he continues, "The relationship is much like the old surf system. A serf's lord and master can essentially ask them to do anything but of course the part that is usually ignored by the blant corruption of the system is that in exchange the serf is lawfully protected by the Lord and his men. In the human system the serfs didn't have much in the way of keeping the 'Lord' in check. 'This Lady' I refer to clearly does. That and you do not perform brain surgery with a chainsaw. The world would not survive her interference."

The director gives him a measuring look, "And the threat?"

Harry sighs heavily and shakes his head of snow-white hair, "That I have no idea. She wasn't allowed to tell us but she did mention that an equivalent of a pawn of the enemy was moved before we came here." Fury's gaze sharpens at this, "This could be the Asgardian you mentioned."

"Did you say pawn? Is this a game for whoever is behind this?"

The underlining anger in the other man's voice was not lost on the ancient man, "Chess is based on war... She was making a comparison not telling us the threat's motives."

"Umm excuse me..." A voice speaks up by the door of the Tesseract chamber, the two men turn towards it. The ghostly figure of Hermione was wringing her hands "I'm sorry to interrupt but Sirius needs to be walked Harry. That and I don't think your youngest self should be skipping meals with his body weight. He isn't complaining or anything but his stomach is growling quite loudly and if you remember correctly that is how he died..."

"It seems you have a lot more to explain then I have time." Fury says watching the ghostly figure of Hermione, he was doing an admirable job of keeping the shock off of his face. He didn't seem to have missed the word 'died' either.

"Quite possible.."

"I've come to a decision." Fury states decisively as he stands and gives the old man a measured look, "Helping my people helped your case. I'll give your people one chance and only one chance. If you betray us there is no corner of the world you'll be able to hide. Every last one of your people will be locked up and we WILL throw away the key."

Harry stands onto his feet and holds out his gnarled hand towards the other man's, "Very well, unless you have lied to us about your purpose, we agree."