Reviews:

zugrian : You have to remember that at this point the only thing the Avengers know about the twins is that they're home got bombed because of Stark weapons, they've been subjected to illegal experimentation and who knows what, plus they are supposed to be like teenagers or something. I don't think the exact age is ever stated but they're supposed to be young kids. If Harry was going rage mode and trying to kill Thanos or Hela then they'd let him, not if he's trying to kill two kids.

Kairan1979 : Well in rage mode Harry's strength would match Hulk's but that's temporary, but then again Harry's healing factor is better than Hulk and ultimately would probably be able to kill him one way or another.

mythiggy : ...yeah.

PappyOldGuy : Thank you.


Chapter 49 -

Harry and the rest of the Avengers were sat in the Quinjet as it flew back to Avengers tower, Clint was driving it back since he wasn't hurt too much. The same couldn't be said for the rest of the Avengers, before they got on the jet Harry healed them the best they could. Cap was resting on a bed while Gwen was placed on a separate bed as those two were the most hurt. The others were all sat around, Thor wasn't too hurt, Sif and Natasha were the most hurt after Gwen and Cap, but they all thankfully didn't make a fuss and just allowed Harry to heal them.

"So," Tony said, cutting through the length silence in the Quinjet. "you want to explain what the merry band of madness was all about?" He asked Harry, he was noticeably still in his armour (without his helmet) and unlike the others he was still stood up. He wasn't too hurt as his armour protected him so he got a few bruises at most.

"Not really." Harry sighed, sitting in civilian clothes.

"So...you did all this?" Bruce asked in a quiet voice.

"No, Padfoot tagged in at the last minute." Harry said in a sarcastic voice.

"I'm sorry but I have to know, what the hell was that?" Tony continued. "You went crazy and attacked us all."

"No, I went crazy and tried to attack the twins, you guys got in my way and then I attacked you." Harry corrected him.

"That's a good point actually, you tried to kill the twins, they are kids!"

"Kids who became homeless because someone dropped one of your bombs on top of their home." Harry reminded him, glaring at Tony.

"I know that, but don't try and change the subject. You attacked us all!"

"I'm well aware of that." Harry growled. "Do you have a point to all of this?"

"What I want to know is what the hell happened?! Because if there's some trigger that makes you go crazy then we need to know about it."

"The girl saw somethings that she shouldn't have seen, that's all there is to it."

"All there...all there is to it?!" Tony demanded. "You've injured most of us and nearly killed Cap. What did she see?"

"That..." Harry stood up and walked towards Tony who suddenly shifted into a defensive stance, not that Harry cared as he stopped in front of him. "...is none of your goddamn business."

"But you..."

"It is none of your business," Harry cut him off, his voice cold and barely above a whisper. "she saw something that she shouldn't have seen. You don't know what I've been through, Stark. I've seen things that can never be unseen, I know things that should never have been taught, I have suffered through pain the likes of which you couldn't imagine on your worst day. When I was fourteen years old I ended up being tortured in a graveyard while being surrounded by the man who killed my parents and his followers and trust me when I say that's not even in the top ten of my worst experiences. So trust me when I say...it is none of your goddamn business." Harry growled before teleporting away.


Harry teleported into his bedroom, he threw his wand away just as his suit disappeared. Harry ran his hand through his white hair, he growled before letting out a loud, primal roar. Several seconds later Harry fell to his knees, breathing heavily.

"Fuck." Harry said under his breath. Harry took several deep breaths before he stood up. "Fuck me." He sighed.

"Maybe if you ask nicely." A voice replied. Harry looked up and nearly jumped back when he saw who was standing in front of him, Harry took several steps backwards, only stopping when he felt his back press against the wall.

Standing in front of him was a woman with pale skin, wearing a silky black robe that covered everything from the shoulders down to the knees while straining against the woman's body. Her curly black hair descended past her shoulders, her violet eyes pierced Harry's green ones. Her red lipstick covered lips were in the form of a smirk as she looked at him.

"Why...won't you...leave me alone?!" Harry growled as he ran his hands through his white hair.

"Oh...is ickle wickle Potter upset?" She cooed in a baby voice as she walked over him.

"You are dead," Harry closed his eyes. "you are dead. I made sure of it."

"You mean when you ripped my head off?" She asked as she stepped just in front of him. Harry's eyes snapped open when he felt her hands on his shoulder. "No, you aren't getting rid of me that easily."

"You're dead, Bellatrix." Harry growled.

"Oh, sweet little baby boy," She cackled loudly, causing Harry to flinch. "after all we've been through, after all that we've done together, I will always have a spot in here." She said, tapping him on the side of his head. "Do you remember Potter?" She asked with a grin as she licked her lips, letting Harry have a glimpse of her yellow teeth. "I do." She purred as she pressed her body against his.

"You're not real." Harry said, more to himself than her.

"Am I not?" She grinned before taking a step back, she dropped her robe to reveal that she was wearing nothing but a lacy black bra and panties. "I like to think I'm real." She said as she pressed her body against his. "Do you remember our time together, Potter?" She asked as she placed her hands on both sides of his face. "You would be strapped to a chair or chained to a wall, then I would come everyday and start breaking you. You'd last from morning to the afternoon before the torture broke you, then we'd spend the evening having a 'different type of fun' before doing the same thing the day after." Bellatrix paused and stuck her tongue out, licking the side of Harry's face from his jaw to his forehead. "I remember." She whispered into his ear before playfully biting on it.

"Fuck off!" Harry snapped as he pushed her off of him, she fell back and onto the floor.

"Ow." She said in a mild voice before standing up. "Come on Potter," She licked her lips as she began rubbing her hands up and down her body. "you're just like me. You and me are chaos personified. You and me are chaos."

"Fucking hell." Harry closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with his finger, he took a deep breath and focused on his occlumency shields. After several seconds of silence Harry opened his eyes, he looked around and saw that there was no longer anybody else in the room. Harry's legs fell out from under him and he slid down to the floor.

"Woof?" Harry looked up and saw Padfoot standing in front of him, looking at him with concern. "Woof?"

"I...I don't know Padfoot," Harry sighed. "just...just give me a minute."

"Harry." A voice whispered in Harry's ear. "We need to talk."

"Curse my life and the stupid, dumbass cunt in charge of it!" Harry growled as he slapped the floor and stood up, surprising Padfoot, but before Padfoot could do anything Harry teleported away.


"Why are we in the artic?" He asked in a curious voice.

"Because my magic is about as unhappy as me at the moment," Harry answered. "so if..."

"So if it acts out then there is nobody here it will harm." He said as he looked around, they were surrounded by ice and snow and there was no sign of any life nearby.

"Why the fuck can't you leave me alone?" Harry demanded in an annoyed voice. "Why is this happening to me?! This isn't just the because of the Maximoff girl, why do I have to still see you?!"

"You are still so very angry." He sighed in a disappointed voice.

"Dumbledore, take your disappointed grandfather act and shove it up your backside." Harry growled as he looked at Dumbledore who looked just like how Harry remembered him. He was tall and thin, long silver hair and a beard so long that they could be tucked into his belt. He had a very long and crooked nose, half-moon spectacles and bright purple robes covered in a star design. "Why won't you get the fuck out of my head? I've already got Lestrange in here, I don't need your old ass free loading as well."

"Language, Harry." Dumbledore chided.

"Suck a cock, Dumbledore." Harry glared at him. "It's my mind and if I want to swear then I fucking will! What do you want?!"

"I think it's about time we have a talk, this unruly behavior has gone on far too long." Dumbledore said, shaking his head.

"I'm starting to notice a pattern here," Harry commented. "any wizard and witch who isn't in your pocket wants you dead. I mean between Grindelwald, Voldemort and myself, you have a habit of making powerful enemies."

"You are one to talk," Dumbledore said as he rolled his eyes. "tell me Harry, what are your plans?"

"You mean besides bringing you out of the afterlife just so I can send you back there in pieces?"

"Let's say that you help the Avengers stop Ultron, then what?" Dumbledore asked in a calm voice. "Do you think they will trust you again?"

"They're my friends, they trust me." Harry replied, unable to fully keep all doubt out of his voice.

"Do they?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "You hurt them Harry, even Sif and the lovely Miss Romanoff."

"Keep their names out of your mouth!" Harry snapped, the wind around him speed up as bits of ice cracked while small pieces of snow rose up into the air.

"It's a simple question Harry, will they trust you now? Even Miss Stacy, who had been nothing but nice to you."

"And I have to live with that, I don't need you to remind me of it." Harry growled.

"Is this truly all you plan to do with your life, Harry?" Dumbledore asked in a disappointed voice. "Fighting? Battles? Wars? Do you think that's what your parents would want?"

"Shut up!" Harry shouted, his teeth bared and his green eyes shining brightly.

"Poor Lily," Dumbledore tutted. "your mother sacrificed her life so you could grow old, gain a wife and have children."

"Shut up!" Harry roared, his magic building.

"She'd be very disappointed in you," Dumbledore continued. "she died with the hopes that you would live to become a great wizard, not a warmonger. You were born at the end of a war, you spent most of your life fighting one and now what do you plan to do? Fight another war in this world? You are war, Harry."

"SHUT UP!" Harry shouted, his magic exploding upwards, destroying a large amount of ice including the ice that Harry was standing on. Harry fell through into the horribly cold and icy water, Harry shook his head and quickly flew out and into the air. He cast a wandless drying charm on himself, he looked around and saw that he had created a lake thanks to the amount of ice he had destroyed. Harry let out a tired sigh before his wand appeared in his hand, he waved it and repaired the damage. He focused on his occlumency shields and once he was sure he was fine he descended down and landed on the ice.

"Well...that was fun." A voice drawled.

"Oh fuck no." Harry said before he teleported away.


Harry landed in the middle of a dessert, he cast some spells to see if there was anyone around, slim chance but it was possible. Once he was sure that nobody was around he span around and yelled towards the air.

"Alright! Show yourself! You snake faced bastard!" Harry bellowed. "Come on! You unwanted little cunt!"

"Honestly Harry," A voice replied from behind Harry. "such language, your parents would be disappointed."

"You're not the first person to say that to me today." Harry said as he turned around to see Voldemort standing in front of him. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to see you again." Harry said as he looked at him with pure hatred.

"My dear Harry, it seems like you don't want me here." Voldemort smirked.

"Oh that's where you are wrong, I want you here for the sole purpose of actually beating the shit out of you. If you were here I would bring you to near death then I'd heal you and do the same until your mind breaks. And then when you're a broken husk of your former self, only then will I consider ending your suffering."

"My, my, such harsh words Harry." Voldemort chuckled. "You always were an angry young man."

"And whose fault do you think that is?!" Harry spat angrily. "My life was ruined along with countless others because you and your stupid fucking daddy issues! If it wasn't for you then..."

"If it wasn't for me then you'd be a nobody." Voldemort interrupted. "What would you be without me? A brat spoiled by his mother and father? A quidditch player? A teacher? A waste! It's thanks to me that you've reached your full potential!"

"I would have been happy!" Harry shouted. "I wouldn't have been tortured by your bitch Lestrange! I would've still had my parents!"

"Perhaps," Voldemort said in a calm voice. "or perhaps your father could have died in a natural accident after your second birthday, perhaps your mother could have died from dragon pox. Perhaps a magical accident would kill all three of you. The future is not a certain thing, Potter. Look at me for example, I had everything planned. Immortality, ruling the world but you stopped all that."

"And I would do it again!"

"I have no doubt you would," Voldemort replied. "Bellatrix called you 'chaos', Dumbledore called you 'war', I think you are both of those things, but you are also fury. Because that is what is inside of you, Potter. That is what you so desperately try to control, ever since coming to this world you have held back, because you know that if you ever stopped caring for these pathetic muggles then you could kill all of them. It would take you less than a day to bring down all of America, the Avenger's can't stop you, no matter how hard they try.

If you didn't insist on holding back your anger then you could be the ruler of all of these pathetic muggles, but you bottle it. Use it Harry! Like you did against me and my forces. My men feared your name even more than they did mine, why must you..."

"Alright, that's enough." A voice interrupted. Harry and Voldemort turned to face the owner of the voice.

"You!" Voldemort growled. "What are you doing here?!"

"Interrupting whatever the hell this shit is, now shut it nosey." The owner of the voice said as he walked over to Harry. "Hey kiddo." He smiled before pulling him into a hug.

"Sirius." Harry breathed as he felt his godfather hug him.


A.N: Was that the best place to end it? Maybe, maybe not, either way it's midnight where I am and I want to go sleep (shrug). In all seriousness I do want to spend some more time in the next chapter focusing on the absolute chaos that is Harry's mind. Though I've not yet decided how much I want to spend on that part, I'd like to know what you guys think about it so far.

Anyway thanks for reading, feel free to leave a review and enjoy the omakes.


Omake 1:

"Keep pushing." Natasha said as Sif tried to give birth.

"What are you doing?!" Harry blurted out when he saw Hela standing on the other end of the room with her hands out, looking like she was ready to catch something.

"I'm ready to catch it." She said.

"It's a baby, not a football! It's not going to go that far across the room!"

"How do you know? She's quite powerful." Hela argued.

"I..." Harry paused, and looked down at Sif before flicking his wand in Hela's direction and creating a net behind her. "...in case you miss." Harry explained when Hela raised an eyebrow.


Omake 2 (idea from owen) :

"My 'wand' is bigger." Tony told Harry.

"It's really not." Harry said calmly as he shook his head, Natasha nodded in agreement.

"Yes it is." Tony replied.

"Pepper." Natasha called.

"It's not." Pepper calmly said as she walked past.

"Wait! How do you know?!" Tony blurted out.


Chapter 3:

"Okay, I will ask this one time, and one time only, why did you give my daughter a knife?" Pepper sighed.

"She said she felt unsafe." Harry shrugged.

"Well now I feel unsafe."

"Oh...sorry...do you want a knife?


Chapter 4:

"Pepper, what do you want for take out?" Tony asked.

"Tony!" Pepper cried. "I got a note saying someone's trying to kidnap Morgan!"

"So...pizza?" Tony asked.

"Did you even here me?!"

"Yeah but I'm not worried."

"Why not?!"

"She's with Harry right now." Tony shrugged. Pepper looked at him for several moments before she replied.

"I'd like a pizza." She nodded.

An hour later Morgan came back along with Harry.

"Harry," Pepper said. "you have a bit of...on your cheek."

"Huh?" Harry paused and wiped some blood of his face. "thanks."