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ToddGilliss : No, just the damaged mental board I have in my head.

thebeast3010 : Thanks for pointing that out.

dogman999: Thanks

An Overthinker : I think that Tony had good intentions, and that if he knew what Ultron would do then he'd very quickly stop it and I do understand his reasoning, I just felt like he could have gone about it all better.


Chapter 50 -

"I've missed you," Sirius smiled once he let go of Harry, he placed his hands on Harry's shoulders and looked him up and down. "you're looking good, kiddo."

"Debatable." Harry snorted, his eyes brimming with tears.

"I don't think I could ever allow myself to have white hair," Sirius commented, his vision locked on Harry's hair. "though I reckon I'd pull it off better than you."

"You're already pulling off grey hairs better than me." Harry smirked.

"What?!" Sirius yelped as his hands quickly went to his beloved hair.

"Well, isn't this sickeningly sweet?" Voldemort interrupted, reminding them both that he was here.

"Look, I am trying to talk to my godson, so why don't you just get lost?" Sirius asked in an annoyed voice as Harry wiped his eyes.

"Manners cost nothing, Black." Voldemort replied, glaring at Sirius and Harry.

"I'm sure they don't, now fuck off." Sirius responded.

"Why so serious?" Voldemort asked, anger evident in his voice.

"Why so nosey?" Sirius countered, a laugh escaped Harry's mouth before he could stop it and Voldemort's glare increased.

"Enjoy yourself while you can, Potter." Voldemort spat, "enjoy your moment with your godfather, I'll come back later, and make no mistake, I will be coming back." Voldemort said before he vanished out of sight.

"Prick." Sirius said as he shook his head, he turned back to Harry and smiled again. "Like I was saying, it's good to see you, Harry."

"You too, even though I'm pretty sure that you're not actually here." Harry replied, looking at Sirius who looked exactly like how Harry remembered him. Brown, short and clean hair along with a small brown beard, looking better than when he had escaped from Azkaban but not quite as good as he was when he was younger.

"By the way, before we say anything else I just want to say that I love the fact that you named your dog after me." Sirius grinned.

"I'm not good with names." Harry shrugged.

"No, you named him after me because you loved me," Sirius insisted. "don't deny it."

"I do admittedly love you, Merlin knows why, but I named Padfoot 'Padfoot' because I am bad at names and you just happened to have had a good name." Harry insisted.

"Oh, you're so cute," Sirius said as he pinched Harry's cheek. "my little tsundere."

"Shut it," Harry said as he slapped Sirius's hand away. "Sirius, please...what the fuck is happening to me?" Harry sighed. "My mind is more fucked up than it normally is and it is normally like twelve different levels of fucked up. I've got Bellatrix dancing around in one corner, Dumbledore preaching in another, Voldemort sitting in a chair and smoking from a cigar in the third and just some very loud screaming in the fourth."

"Well Harry...I don't really know for sure." Sirius admitted in a disappointed voice, he shook his head before brightening up. "But I am here for you now so we can both work it out."

"Sirius, I nearly killed my teammates." Harry reminded him. "I broke Cap's arm and Gwen's leg and I hurt Sif and Nat."

"Yes, I look forward to discussing the lovely women in your life in excruciating, painstaking detail but now is not the time." Sirius replied. "I know you're worried Harry, but let's just calm down and take a deep breath, yeah."

"Fuck breathing," Harry said in an irritated voice. "I want to know what's going on with me."

"Harry." Sirius sighed.

"Fine, I'll fucking breath." Harry rolled his eyes before he paused and took several deep breaths.

"Better?" Sirius asked, several moments later.

"I'm not worse, now what the hell is going on with my mind?" Harry asked in an impatient voice. "Why am I seeing you?"

"Well...I'm not exactly just in your mind." Sirius admitted.

"What the fuck are you on about?" Harry asked in a confused voice.

"Ahem." Sirius coughed and gestured to Harry's left arm. Harry frowned and pulled up his arm sleeve, his tattoo was glowing ever so slightly, nowhere near as bright as it was when he was summoning someone.

"So...I'm summoning you?" Harry asked, looking and feeling very confused. "But I'm not even trying to do that and you're not like...you know...a wispy shade?"

"Well, I think I know the answer to that question but if I have to be honest then I should point out that I can only really guess." Sirius replied with an apologetic look.

"That's better than nothing, tell me." Harry said quickly.

"Alright," Sirius sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "well here is what I think has happened: you became incredibly emotional, and you began subconsciously asking for help and then the stone pulled me to you. But the thing is...I don't think I'm all here, it's hard to explain but I've not been summoned like how you normally summon me. I think it's...for lack of a better term, a 'partial summoning'."

"So...hold on, you're in my head but you are also the real Sirius?" Harry blinked.

"I...think so." Sirius nodded after a moment.

"Does that mean that that the other three were real as well? Was that the real Bellatrix, Dumbledore and Voldemort in my head?"

"Um...I can't be sure but no, I don't think so. If I had to guess then they were just part of your head." Sirius answered. "But forget that for now, we need to talk about the fact that you're a ticking timebomb. What happened when you blew up?"

"Well...the girl, the Maximoff girl, she saw a really bad memory."

"Which memory?" Sirius asked, Harry didn't immediately answer and looked like he wasn't going to. "Come on, just give me a chance, Harry. I can't help you if you don't let me, I know that you don't want to talk about it but I truly do think that you really do need to at least discuss it with someone, and I know that I might not be the person for you to do it with but I am here for you, you know? I know I wasn't there for you when you were younger, or even most of your life, but I am here now and I would like to be here for more if you..."

"The end." Harry answered, cutting off Sirius. "She saw the end, Sirius. She saw the end, and when she did so, I saw it again."

"Oh." Sirius said simply, a sympathetic look on her face.

"I've tried so hard to get that memory out of my head but I can't!" Harry all but yelled. "It won't go!"

"I'm sorry, Harry, I really am sorry." Sirius spoke in a sincere voice. "Nobody should have to go through that."

"Don't be. It's not like it's your fault, but I just can't stop it. Even my occlumency doesn't work, at best it temporarily stops it." Harry said, running a hand through his hair.

"Hmm," Sirius frowned thoughtfully. "you do it every time?" He asked.

"Every single goddamn fucking day," Harry said with a tired nod. "Every day I wake up, I get one memory or the other and then I block it out with my occlumency."

"And it's never got better?" Sirius asked. "What?" Sirius frowned when he saw Harry look uncomfortable.

"It's nothing." Harry said, waving his hand in a dismissive manner.

"No, no there is something, what is it?" Sirius asked with narrowed eyes.

"There's nothing." Harry insisted.

"Bullshit," Sirius scoffed. "there's something."

"No there is not."

"As stubborn as your bloody mother, now what is it?"

"You're not going to let it go, are you?" Harry asked in an annoyed voice.

"No, not really." Sirius smirked slightly before giving Harry a look that clearly said 'go on, I'm waiting'.

"Nat," Harry sighed. "when I wake up next to her then I don't really get bothered by the memories, that mean anything to you?" Harry asked in a hopeful voice.

"It...It sounds like your granddad." Sirius said after a moment.

"I beg your pardon?" Harry blinked. "What the fuck does my grandfather have to do with this?"

"You might remember that there was a dark lord before Voldemort, your grandfather fought in the war against Grindelwald," Sirius replied. "I never really knew what he did or what had happened to him but you could tell it affected him. Sometimes he'd get a blank look in his eye, like he was reliving something, he tried to play it off but me and your father always knew there was something wrong. But we had learnt how to quickly fix it."

"And how did you fix it?" Harry asked, unable to keep the interest out of his voice.

"We'd call your grandmother." Sirius answered with a small shrug of his shoulders. "Put her in a room with him and he'd go back to his usual happy self like he was hit with a spell."

"That's...good to know." Harry said after a short pause, he was not really sure how to react to that. "But while Natasha helps, I don't think that she's the best and only solution. I attacked her, remember? The Maximoff girl saw the memory and I tried to use my...I tried to use...fuck..." Harry stopped and trailed off. "...oh shit."

"Hmm? Harry?" Sirius asked, looking at Harry whose mouth was slightly open and his eyes suddenly became wide. "Harry?" Sirius asked as he waved a hand in front of Harry's face. "Are you okay? Have you stopped working?"

"I...I think I might have worked it out." Harry said in a quiet voice as he shook his head.

"Really?" Sirius asked in a surprised voice. "That was quick."

"Not as quick as I'd like. Sirius, I have to go now, my team needs me."

"That they do," Sirius rolled his eyes. "just, do me a favour, please."

"What?" Harry asked with narrowed eyes, a favour from Sirius could be anything from the seriously serious to the ridiculously ridiculous. The last time Harry had done a favour for Sirius he ended up with pink hair for a week.

"Whatever is happening between you, Sif and Natasha, and any other girls that you may or may not become close to in the future, just...don't fight it." Sirius said, his grey eyes locking onto Harry's green eyes. "You deserve happiness just like everyone else and it'd be nice to eventually have some little Potters running around, if you know what I mean?" Sirius finished with a grin.

"I'll think about it." Harry couldn't help but give him a small smile in return.


Harry teleported into Avengers tower, he had only been there for about five seconds when Padfoot suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Hey boy," Harry smiled at him. Padfoot gave him a soft bark before moving forwards and rubbing his head against Harry's leg. "sorry about earlier." Harry said as he petted Padfoot's head.

"Woof?" Padfoot gave him a questioning bark.

"Better than before." Harry nodded, "now I got to go talk to the guys, let's get the last of this drama shit done." Harry said before he started walking, he eventually found the others sitting in the lab, all were wearing civilian clothing, though Thor wasn't here for some reason.

Harry noticed that Sif seemed perfectly fine, her leg appeared to have healed up thanks to her own advanced healing and the assistance that Harry had given her. Cap had his arm bandaged and Gwen the same with her leg, between their own advanced healing and the magical help from Harry, they would likely be better by the end of the day. Natasha had her shoulder bandaged, she could heal better than most but her healing wasn't on the same level as the others.

"Well," Harry said, announcing his presence to the room, everyone's head snapped towards him. "this looks horrible." He added.

"You're back!" Sif smiled brightly.

"That I am," Harry smiled back before his expression became apologetic. "I really am sorry about what has happened." He added as he looked around the room. "If you all want me to leave the team after we deal with this Ultron shit then I will."

"No," Natasha said before anyone could respond. "you're not leaving the team."

"She's right," Gwen piped up. "you're an important part of this team and you're our friend."

"What happened is exactly that, it's in the past," Steve spoke next. "we need to move on and start working on stopping Ultron."

"I think you should stay," Bruce agreed. "I'm sure the other guy will say the same." Everyone paused and looked at Tony.

"Guess I have to say it as well. I...I think you should stay," Tony said after a short pause. "despite what happened, you are still a crucial part of this team. And it's not like I can claim that I have never messed up, but with that being said, I still want to know what she saw. I mean, it must have been something if it can make you lose control like that."

"If he doesn't want to say then he shouldn't have to." Sif replied. "He clearly does not want to."

"Sif's right," Natasha agreed. "we all have bits of our past that we'd like to keep secret."

"It's fine," Harry said before anyone could say anything more. "you want to know, Tony?" Harry asked, his eyes locked onto the billionaire playboy. "I'll tell you."

"What? Really?" Tony asked, unable to hide his surprise.

"Yeah, I will." Harry said before taking a deep breath. "Back on my old world I did what many considered to be impossible, I beat the worst dark lord of all time, Voldemort. It wasn't easy, I started fighting the war as a teenager. People used to fear Voldemort, so much that they couldn't speak his name, they'd call him 'he-who-must-not-be-named' and 'you-know-who'. But during the war time I was able to gain a reputation even bigger than his, unlike him I didn't harm innocent people and kids and so on, but much like him I was not the sort of person you should mess with him.

Voldemort and his army tried to kill me so many times and failed each and every time, nothing they did would work. Killing curses, which were supposed to be unsurvivable, would barely slow me down. Other spells would hurt and temporarily stop me but never anything beyond temporary, even if they captured and tortured me I would eventually find some way to escape. As far as everyone was concerned I was death incarnate. Voldemort wasn't immortal like me, but he was pretty close."

"What do you mean?" Bruce asked with a frown on his face, he like everyone else was giving Harry their full attention.

"He used some very, very bad and evil magic to split his soul." Harry answered.

"Split his soul?" Tony repeated with disbelief. "You're saying that a soul is real?"

"Oh I don't Tony, why on Earth would a soul be real?" Harry said with a roll of his eyes. "You know a guy who can control thunder and a girl who can crawl up walls along with me who can turn you into a frog, yes a soul is where the limit is."

"Sorry," Tony said with a small shrug. "but come on, a soul? You have to admit that it's hard to believe."

"I will concede that part," Harry replied. "but I must remind you that you can fly at supersonic speeds and Cap can shoulder press a car."

"Maybe when my arm is better." Steve joked.

"Anyway," Harry continued, "I was eventually able to destroy Voldemort's soul pieces, making him mortal. Then one day I found him, I didn't make his death a quick one and it ended with me ripping his heart out of his chest before I smashed his skull."

"Sounds pleasant." Gwen said in a dry voice.

"It was," Harry nodded. "after I killed him I wanted to just live the rest of my life in peace, you know? I had done my part, I avenged my parents and I stopped the worst dark lord of all time, I had done my part. The government wasn't happy with that idea, I was the most powerful and dangerous wizard alive and despite constantly announcing the fact that I wanted nothing to do with any of them, they kept trying to turn me into their poster boy.

Anyway, a few years later I found out something rather interesting. Voldemort was still alive."

"How?" Sif asked. "You said you killed him, you did kill him, didn't you?"

"Oh I did and I made sure of it, repeatedly," Harry replied. "it turns out one of his more devoted followers was able to bring him back using a dark ritual."

"Dark?" Steve asked.

"Ten people were unwillingly sacrificed," Harry said with a dark look in his eye. "it wasn't a permanent solution either. For every year that Voldemort stayed alive they would need to sacrifice another ten people and Voldemort would be in constant pain, he wasn't the same as before. All of his worst traits had gotten even worse, though he was smart enough to stay out of my way and hide. He knew that if I found out he was alive then he'd be killed all over again, but he also knew that he was going to die eventually. The ritual would only keep working for a limited amount of time, he had only a few years to live and every year he spent alive was more time he spent suffering and growing more crazy. Too crazy."

"What did he do?" Natasha asked, her voice soft, it didn't take a genius to know that this story didn't have a happy ending.

"Well, he figured that if he was going to suffer then everybody should suffer," Harry said, a haunted look on his face. "he hated and feared death more than anything and he was driven more crazy than usual, especially knowing that death was on his tail again. So he decided that if death was going to be in his future then it was going to be in everyone's future."

"Harry?"

"Have...have you...have you guys ever wondered how many nukes it would take to destroy the world?" Harry asked in a deceptively calm voice.

"He didn't!" Tony gasped.

"He did," Harry nodded. "by the time I learned he was alive it was too late. I tried to stop him, but he was able to get multiple nukes to fire up into the air at the same time, I couldn't stop him." Harry choked up at the last part. "I tried, but I couldn't stop it. He knew he was going to die and he had nothing to lose. That's the memory that the Maximoff girl saw, the memory of when my world ended and she felt the moment that I realized that I was the only one left alive."


A.N: Hi guys, hope you liked the chapter. Now, I know this chapters might not have been to everyone's liking but next chapter will have the story go back to the age of ultron plot.

Now, as for Harry's world being destroyed by nukes, I had originally planned for something different to have happened but I changed it to this a few chapters ago. Tell me your thoughts on it. Hope you all enjoyed it and even if you didn't then it doesn't really matter since most of you just come for the omakes anyway.

Also I've been thinking that once this story is finished I could do a sequel/alternate story where Harry and his women get transported to a world where they rescue a five year old Harry from the Dursley's and adopt him. What do you guys think? Does that sound interesting?

Anyway, thanks for reading, and enjoy the omakes.


Omake 1:

Harry walked to his door after hearing someone knock on it.

"Who is there?" Harry asked.

"Doctor?" A voice replied.

"Doctor who?" Harry asked.

"No, Doctor Strange." The voice replied. "It's past noon, wake the fuck up."


Omake 2:

Harry walks into a room only to find Morgan looking up at three men who have entered while holding guns.

"Will you play with me?" Morgan asked while holding up her toy dolls.

"No! We're not here to play." One man said as he slapped the toys out of her hand. Morgan's eyes filled with tears.

"Morgan," Harry said in a voice that was filled with force calm. "do you want to play nurses and doctors?"

"Hmm, yes please." She said, nodding her head and wiping away her tears.

"Good, you go to your room, I'll get the patients ready." Harry said as he cracked his knuckles.

The Avengers arrived half an hour later to find Morgan dressed as a doctor and bandaging one unconscious man's head while three others were wrapped up in so much bandages that they looked like mummys.


Omake 3:

"You can't beat me." Thanos sneered at her.

"I can, you haven't seen my ultimate technique." Morgan said, glaring at him.

"Oh, and what would that be?" Thanos asked.

"Simple, it's this: Harry help!" Morgan screamed before ducking down and covering her head, a second later Thanos was blasted twenty feet back as Harry appeared in front of Morgan. "Holy crap, that worked."


Omake 4:

"Where is Sif?" Clint asked Natasha.

"Oh, she's trying to seduce Harry into sex." Natasha shrugged. "It took me quite a while so I imagine it'll take longer for her and..."

"Nat." Clint interrupted and pointed to Sif who was being carried into a bedroom by Harry.

"How did that work?! She only tried about a minute ago!"