June 14th, 1943 - Sector 31.199999-A - Potter Estate - Stark Expo, New York City, New York
Captain America: The First Avenger
Major General Harry James Potter moved through the hallway within the U.S Army recruitment center, his memory calling him into another hallway as he found the physical rooms. His eyes flashing black as he spotted the form of the scrawny Steve Rogers sitting within the third room to the left, the only one with a guard stationed outside. With a grin, Harry moved forward, stepping in front of the guard, whose eyes widened at the rank stated on Harry's shoulders. The guard saluted, receiving one in return from Harry, who spoke. "I believe our doctor here is currently seeing a young man, scrawny, small, ring any bells?" Harry inquired. The MP nodded. "I wish to speak with him and possibly offer an opportunity I'm sure he'll accept. Can you lead me to him?" The MP paused for a moment, before he gave Harry a sharp nod, leading him into the physical offices. They moved through a side hallway, past two dozen tiny rooms and doctors, before stopping at the second to last, where they were met with a nurse. "Hello, I request to speak with the man currently being tested in this room,"
"Name?"
"Major General Harry Potter," Harry replied. The nurse examined his uniform and the physique beneath it, and gave Harry a sultry smile, one he returned. Harry followed the nurse - a blonde with blue eyes and an amazing figure - into the room, moving through it before stepping in front of a pair of curtains. Harry stepped behind the nurse, peering over her shoulder to get a view of her amazing chest. Using the small amount of Death abilities remaining in his arsenal, he placed his hand on her wrist, tracing it up her exposed forearm. She breathed out suddenly, leaning back into his shoulder as a moan escaped her. A black mist travelled through her, his magic reaching her core as he slightly pushed her away just as the doctor and another nurse exited from behind the curtains. The doctor smiled, handing Harry a filled out physical exam before moving out of the room, leaving only Harry and the nurse, who he now knew - thanks to a bit of Legilimency - was Virginia Pugh, a nurse new to the whole army scene. Harry ignored Virginia for now - but smiled at how she was staring at him - and began to quickly look over Rogers' file. He snapped it shut, placing it on the table before moving beyond the curtain to find Steven Rogers. The man was hurriedly putting on his shoes. At the sight of Harry, Rogers shot up, standing straight as he tensed.
"Did you think you were going to be arrested for faking a few army exams?" Harry asked, motioning for the young man to take a seat. Roger's hesitated, but he did, taking a seat across from him as Harry continued. "Steven Rogers. Brooklyn, New York. Born July 4th, 1918, quite a good birthday. 5' 7", 110 pounds, blue eyes, light brown hair...asthma, scarlet fever, rheumatic fever, sinusitis, frequent colds, high blood pressure, palpitation, easy fatigability, heart trouble, nervous trouble, household contact with a tuberculosis patient, and a parent or sibling with diabetes, cancer, stroke, or heart disease. You do know that even going out on a run can kill you right?"
"With all due respect, sir -"
"Look kid, I'm not here to ridicule you, mock you, or make you feel like a patch of dirt. I've been there, and it's not fun. What I am here to do is offer you a chance to do what you wish to do. To prove yourself," Harry cut off, placing the paper down on the table as he leaned against it. Harry's eyes were the brightest they had ever been as he examined Rogers. Hermione did her work. The HUD displayed an image over Steve, of what he would look like post-serum based on Erskine's data. He would be a perfect fir for what Philips was looking for. "You see, I was just recently called for a special program that works alongside the U.S military named the Strategic Scientific Reserve to become...well, super. I'll be the first tester of the serum they will use, and we are hoping that you will be the second directly after me...if I don't die from the procedure," He was kidding obviously. He was incapable of dying from a simple procedure such as this.
"I...what will this serum do?" Rogers asked.
"It'll take away all of...well, those ailments I listed. It will make you taller...stronger...smarter...the whole package. I normally would just let you do it, but...I'm a man of my word and I've already agreed. Not only that but I'd rather me die testing the first dose than both of us," Harry replied. Rogers nodded in understanding at this. "If you accept, the two of us will be sent offsite to train with other soldiers for a week. There, they'll determine whether or not you, myself, or any others there are suited for it,"
"So I might not get it?"
"Oh, there's a chance you won't. I would say the same for myself, but they've been bothering me about it for almost two years. I do however think Erskine - the creator of the serum - will fight for you. After all, your determination seems to match his own," Harry replied. He was sure Erskine would fight Phillip's on the subject, and would most likely succeed. If the scientist was unsuccessful, Harry could always pull rank to ensure that Rogers got the spot. Harry also knew one thing in this life, it was that Dr. Erskine always got what he wanted. He had the drive to get it, and he had the heart and soul to use what he got right. There was no evil within Erskine...that much Harry could feel in his bones. Rogers nodded once again, the two sitting in silence as the small man thought of his options. "I accept,"
"Great! Well then, it seems we have test subject number two," Harry spoke with a smile as he pulled a stamp from the desk. He stamped down on the paper, taking it away to reveal '1A'. He showed the exam to Rogers, who smiled up at it as tears moved down his cheeks. Harry really couldn't blame the guy. After all, he had just achieved his dream of joining the U.S Army. He bid Rogers a good day, gave the man his contact information, and moved out of the physical room. Harry was about to move down the hallway when a hand gripped his wrist, yanking him off to the side. He found himself in a supply closet, a certain blonde nurse pushing him into the wall, kissing him all over as her hand worked over his belt. Harry - who was liking this development - ripped over her top, pulling her into his arms as he returned the feverish kisses she had been sending his way. Clutching her thigh, he pushed her against the wall, loving his life.
ONE HOUR LATER
Harry moved out of the supply closet, redoing his belt buckle while Virginia - whose first two syllables were no longer accurate - stumbled out of it, her hair messy and her uniform undone. Harry turned to face her, his hand gently grabbing her chin as he kissed her. The contact allowed a black mist to travel all over her body, straightening her hair, makeup, and outfit before he stepped away. Knowing for a fact he would be seeing her again, Harry made his way out of the exam wing and into the main hallway, where he was met with Dr. Erskine and Agent Carter. "So, is he interested in the program?" Erskine asked as Harry nodded. He handed over a magically copied version of Rogers' exam form. Not caring to exchange more words, Harry moved out of the building, and towards the Stark Stage, where Howard Stark had just finished a presentation on his new, unfinished, and malfunctioning hover car.
His eyes swiveled around the park, taking in the technology among the park that not only belonged to Stark Industries but to other companies and solo engineers as well. There were weapons, vehicles, armor, and several other dozens of technologies. Potter Inc had decided against showcasing its tech at Stark Industries due to the fact that his tech was much more advanced than any others. He and his board had decided against attending the Expo as Potter employees, and instead decided to save their tech for when they went on the market. Moving backstage, Harry bypassed security with the simple wave of his hand, and moved directly behind the curtain. Stark was currently giving a presentation on nanotechnology, or at least Stark's experimental nanotech, which Stark had borrowed and experimented on from Harry's own perfected supply.
Waiting patiently behind the curtain, Harry listened to Stark wrap up his presentation, before exiting the stage only to run into Harry himself. "Harry. I thought you weren't coming," Howard spoke, gripping Harry's shoulder as the man examined his uniform. "Since when were you a Major General?"
"Since twenty minutes ago," Harry replied with a grin. He pulled the man into a one-armed hug, leading him off stage as he reached into his pocket. "While I wasn't lying in saying that Potter Incorporated wouldn't be present, I'm here as a friend, and wanted to give you this," He removed a small vial from his pocket, holding it out to Stark, whose eyes widened. "Nanites , fresh off the burner. These things multiply three times as fast, and are able to morph into absolutely anything the user wants. Limitless energy? Check. Super exo-skeleton? Check,"
"And you're just giving this to me?" Stark asked, examining the vial and the nanite within.
"Yeah, pretty much. We're friends, Howard. I trust you with this," Harry replied, pulling his car fob from his pocket as he tapped the right side. Howard seemed speechless, examining Harry with skepticism. Harry's autonomous car pulled up in front of them, the cars trunk sliding open to reveal a small case and a roll of blue paper. Removing the two from the trunk, Harry handed them to Howard. "In the case are instructions of how to use this type of nanite. And the blueprint is of something I think you'll be spending a lot of nights on," Howard opened the blueprint, finding the schematics of a small town labeled 'Top-Down'. Howard examined it, confused. Not bothering to explain, Harry stepped into his car, closing the door before taking off into the sky.
Harry shot into the air at a hundred miles an hour, looking down at his watch as a growl escaped his lips. He had sixteen minutes. Flooring it, Harry shot through the air at two hundred and thirty-seven miles and hour, soaring through the air at extreme speeds as he moved upstate. His soul, mind, heart, and memories were all connected to the Zeroverse, and without direct and physical access to the other dimension, he would be rendered a blank shell, his memories, past, and soul useless and forgotten. In every other case, his other selves were all tethered to the Zeroverse via their soul, but for Harry, he was cut off. So, in order to retain the memories and abilities he had now, he needed to return to the Zeroverse. If he could get to his Zero-Chamber in time, he wouldn't have to visit it for another two weeks. It was quite annoying having to go there every other week, but with him being stationed at his home, he was only an elevator ride from the chamber. At two minutes, Harry's car flew over his home, a look of worry on his face as he lowered it into his garage. Not afraid to be splinched, Harry disapparated away from his car, and apparated into the twentieth sublevel, where he was met with a circular room. The room contained eight doors, all labeled. Elevator, Time, Mind, Space, Reality, Power, Soul, and Death.
With a minute on the clock, Harry placed a hand on the seventh door, and waited patiently as the door took his fingerprints, and slid open to reveal a tiny slit in space and time. With ease, Harry passed through and into the Zeroverse, his appearance morphing back into a white and scaly skeleton. His eyes fell on the back of his throne, where Harry-Prime was seated. Avoiding being caught by his main self, Harry retreated back into the real world. With the crisis averted, Harry moved out of the Zeroverse chamber, and moved into the nearby elevator. With the press of a button, the elevator ascended into the facility, before coming to a stop on level fourteen. His lab. He found his desk easily, and quickly grabbed the folder that he had received from Erskine a mere hour or two before. Opening said folder, Harry was met with several different documents, all with details of the next week, as well as the taking of the serum. He was to rendezvous with Philips, Erskine, Carter, and Rogers tomorrow morning at 11am on the dot. Harry was to meet with them in some alley downtown, before being taken to an offsite location where they would get on a plane and go to their training sight.
Once again, Harry felt...bored. He had done so much for this world, and yet he still felt as if nothing had been accomplished. Sure, he was now a Major General with a hot blonde nurse friend, and would be the first in a long line of super soldiers, leading them into battle against the Germans, Japanese, and Italians, but it still felt odd. He had known what men like Phillips would get out of him taking the serum, but it wasn't until today that he knew what he would get out of it. His past. With the serum's addition to his bloodstream alongside the Zeroverse matter, he could possibly regain the knowledge he had gained and lost over the past million years. With it decided that he would retrieve Rogers in the early morning, Harry set out to work on a few more projects in the next few nights. "Hermione, bring me up a gallon of fire-whiskey in separate bottles. Something tells me it's gonna be a long night," With that done, all he needed was a porta-potty and a bucket...easy enough.
June 15th, 1943 ~ Multiverse ~ Sector 31.199999-A ~ Brooklyn, NY
Captain America: The First Avenger
Harry Potter flew over Brooklyn at 9:12am, his main focus on finding Steven Rogers. The young man had been informed of his appending arrival the evening before, which made it easier for Harry, who had only gotten about fifteen minutes of sleep the night before. He had been working on over a dozen projects the entire night, but focused mainly on a special project he hoped to use in a week's time at the serum infusion. A device he knew would give him back all of his memories. Harry' flying car descended into the city, finding his intended destination as the young Steve Rogers exited his home. The young man was dressed in a dusty suit, no doubt dressing to impress for his first day at base. It did seem that he was unaware of the fact that he would be stripped down and given a military uniform instead.
Parking on the edge of the street, Harry smiled as Rogers fiddled with the door before climbing in. With his passenger inside he hit the gas, sending the car down the street at high speeds as Rogers anxiously grabbed the door. "Don't worry, Rogers! This is only the start," With that, Harry hit the button next to the radio, and relished in the scream that followed as the rocket boosters in the back kicked in, sending them flying. He then pressed another button behind the wheel, and couldn't help but laugh at the second scream as they lifted into the air above the city. "WHAT IS THIS THING?!" Rogers exclaimed as the two flew into the air. Harry flew them towards Manhattan, a small smile on his face as he turned towards Roger's, who Harry was sure was hyperventilating. "This is a flying car. Like Stark's hover car, only this can go higher than planes,"
"That's possible?" Roger's asked.
"Not yet...not yet," Harry replied with a grin as he hit the gas even harder. He started the trip by making small-talk with Rogers on the way to the rendezvous point. It wasn't a long trip, but it helped them learn that they had had a lot in common, both lost family young, both had to fend for themselves and had very few close friends. Once 'talk-time' was over, Harry pushed forward on the wheel, sending the car's nose down as Roger's grabbed the dash, desperate not to fall out of the car even with his seat-belt on. The rendezvous point wasn't that far from Roger's home, but the two had agreed that it would be much quicker for Harry to just pick up the 'older' man (Only by six years).
He pulled into the intended alleyway where Erskine, Phillips, and Carter were waiting for them, a grin on his face as he moved forward. After parking, Harry and Rogers got out of the car, and made their way towards the two jeeps parked in the abandoned lot. "Well, hello Dr. Erskine," Harry announced, towards the doctor, before grinning towards Peggy Carter. "Agent Carter,"
After exchanging nods, Harry proceeded to ignore Phillips, and jumped into the jeep on the left. Rogers, who had awkwardly introduced himself to the other three, was escorted by Phillips into the right jeep. Erskine and Phillips followed in with Steve, while Carter climbed into the front of Harry's. "So, have you happened to change your mind yet?" She asked, kicking the jeep into gear as they pulled out of the alley. Harry grinned, jumping forward into the passenger seat as she pulled them onto the main road. Once he was comfortable, his grin widened. "Nope. If anything, I'm concrete in my determination to take the serum. I've even come up with a few things to help recover my memory. I just hope Rogers and I make it through the training this week, though I have a feeling we'll do just fine," Harry replied, removing a small vial of liquid from his trousers. It was a new formula he had spent the night developing.
"Well, your receiving the serum is guaranteed by Dr. Erskine. This week, we'll be working on testing your magical abilities, and how they will interact with the serum. We're on the fence with Mr. Rogers, seeing as the Colonel has his doubts," Carter spoke, turning them onto the main road as Harry climbed into the front passenger seat. Harry shook his head, a sneer on his lips. "Well, you'll be happy to know I just love to be a lab rat. It's rather accelerating you know, being used for others' gains," Harry said, jabbing in the direction of the other jeep, which Phillips was driving.
Carter smiled, shaking her head as they turned. "Well, aren't you using us for your own gain?" She pointed out, receiving a sigh from Harry. "Seeing as we're both using each other, why don't we just call it a partnership?"
"Oh, I'll be happy to enter a partnership with you, Agent Carter, but I'm not sure if I see Phillips like that," He replied with a grin, producing a chuckle from Carter as she shook her head, a reply on the tip of her tongue. "Well, I'm afraid flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Potter. However...in the future, I may consider it," Harry bit back a chuckle, shaking his head as he gripped the door of the jeep. "I'm afraid I'm the receiver of flattery quite too often. After all, my role in the military is very rare," Carter pointed out.
"Lots of military men trying to find a lady, and one just happens to show up on base. I can see it, yeah," Harry replied with a nod. "I felt the same way a lot of the time back home. I was famous back home in the magical war. For something I don't even remember. My mother had helped me defeat a dark lord psychopath, but I got the credit for the final blow that finished him off. And because 'I' saved the world, there were women lining up left and right to date me...marry me...steal from me," He had remembered those days. Especially his days as the 'Master Of Death'. Every woman in the world - magical or not - wanted a taste of him. Wanting him to make them or their loved ones immortal. No matter how often he told them he had no power to do such a thing, he still received love-potion laced letters, magical declarations of love, and even women just jumping him on the street. It had been an awfully weird time in his life.
"Why isn't any of this in your file?"
"I don't talk about it. Not all the time, only to those I trust...and you seem like a trustable person…" He could feel it...see it. Her aura only showed a sense of brightness with only a hint of darkness around the edges. She was fierce and strong, but she was also soft, kind, and compassionate. Harry droned off in his thoughts, thinking back to his trust in Dumbledore, the man who had single-handedly ruined and saved his life at the same time. He had blindly trusted the man, and that trust led to dozens of deaths, including the death of his universe. He had learned to know who to trust. And this woman, Peggy Carter, was one he could trust. "I grew up with my abusive relatives until I was eleven, where I received my Hogwarts letter,"
"Hogwarts?"
"Magic school in Scotland. It was my only home back home. Until my fourth year that is. I was entered into a deadly tournament against my will, and was criticized and bullied by my peers, who thought me a cheat and a liar. Even my best friend Ronald hated me for a while. It only got worse after Voldemort - the Dark Lord - returned at the end of my fourth year. The Ministry of Magic tried to keep it hush, and did so by bashing me and Dumbledore, who were trying to reveal the truth of Voldemort's return. At the end of my fifty year, I was able to convince the world of his return at the cost of my godfather, whom I loved very much. Fudge - the Minister of Magic- was removed from office that year, and replaced with Rufus Scrimgeour, an incompetent who couldn't run a hot dog stand. The next year, I watched Dumbledore die at his own hand, falling off of the highest tower in the castle after being hit by a killing curse. He left me with an immense legacy, which I barely finished,"
"I was given a mission. Take out Riddle's anchors, and blow his ugly mug into hell and back. I succeeded at the end of my seventh year, but...it didn't matter. After my nineteenth birthday, I was trekking through the Forbidden Forest near the castle...and came across the long-lost Resurrection Stone, a Deathly Hallow. I won't bore you with the details now, but the gist is, I combined a wand to the stone, and those to the cloak. The result was my becoming exceedingly powerful in more advanced fields of magic,"
"By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late. My home was overrun with dark creatures - werewolves, vampires, giants, etc. - and all my friends were gone. So, I used my new magic to destroy everything. I had hoped it would take me with it, but -," Harry choked a bit, remembering the final act as it had happened. It had been a dark moment in his life, destroying his universe's future...his future. "I destroyed it, and moved on. Moving here," The two sat in silence for a moment, staring forward into traffic as they moved down the main road.
"I wouldn't be able to do it," Carter spoke suddenly. "Destroy my home, I mean. I guess I just don't have the heart for something like that,"
"I think you underestimate your strength, Agent Carter. I've seen it through magical means. You're destined for great things," Harry replied, tapping the door with nervousness. Peggy smiled, remaining silent as she pulled the car off of the interstate. The two continued the drive discussing their pasts, alternating between each other as they neared the military base.
June 16th, 1943 ~ Multiverse ~ Sector 31.199999-A ~ Camp Lehigh, New Jersey
After a lengthy night at the base, Harry and Steve were given the run-down on how the week would go, before being sent off to bed. Steve slept like a baby, taking the bed to Harry's left while Harry himself stayed awake. His eyes remained on the ceiling, his eyes flashing green as his fingers fidgeted randomly. He was peering into every possible future, trying to determine whether his plan to regain his memories would succeed or not. Only when he peered forward through time, he was always met with flashes of images. Bucky Barnes with a black and gold arm. Steve wearing some sort of star-spangled suit with a red, silver, and blue, accompanied by a man wearing red goggles and wearing...wings. Odd. He saw a red-haired woman in a skin-tight leather outfit carrying two pistols standing beside a man holding a bow. And could make out the form of a purple giant gripping something made of gold.
Shaking his head, Harry's eyes returned to their normal shade of emerald green, a groan passing through the air as he slowly sat up. He rubbed his forehead, trying to gather his thoughts as he felt a weight press down on his bed. Looking up, he was met with Peggy Carter, who was watching him curiously. Looking around, he found that the entirety of the barracks were cleared out, with only the two of them being present. "When I was woken up to the sound of yelling and commotion, I had assumed a fight had broken out within the barracks. I did not expect to find you levitating above your bed glowing green and black," Carter spoke. Harry frowned, looking down at himself. Had he been floating? "Is everything all right?" She asked.
"Yeah...I was just...I was seeing things," Harry replied, still a little shaken by the future that was hiding itself from him. For what reason he was unsure. She didn't seem to buy his response, causing Harry to groan as he shook his head. "I was looking into the future. Trying to figure out if the serum works. I...only saw images. Flashing across my vision too quickly to make out," Harry spoke. Carter raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I can see the future. It's a magical ability of mine I inherited from my family. We call it Family Magic, normally contained in a book passed down by generations," While he was telling the truth about the existence of family magic, he had been lying about what he was doing being magical. If she had known he kept an Infinity Gem on him at all times, Harry would be crucified by the Council of Infinitude.
"What did you see?" Carter asked, clearly interested in the subject.
"Oh, I can't tell you that, ma'am. If I did, the timeline would be at stake," Harry replied with a grin. Carter returned it with a smile, her eyes drifting down. Harry followed his gaze, promptly realizing he was shirtless. And under the sheets - which were covering him - he was only wearing underwear. Smiling at the fact she was admiring his physique, Harry wiggled his fingers, his bedding transfiguring into clothes that instantly began to wrap around Harry. Carter shot to her feet, staring down at the now naked bed as Harry got to his feet. "Sorry about the commotion. No doubt the other guys were a bit scared given the circumstances. I'll handle it," Harry moved out of the barracks, entering the large central square of the base, where the troops were all lined up, all being either in sleepwear or in their boxers. In the front of the line were Colonel Philips and Dr. Erskine, who watched as he and Carter approached.
"My men are telling me you were floating above your bed. Glowing green as you muttered names," Philips spoke. "What the hell is this all about, Potter?"
"Oh, I have no idea, Colonel," Harry flicked his finger, sending a wide-scale Obliviate throughout the compound, avoiding only Carter, Erskine, and Steve. "You've called these men out here to perform a surprise training exercise to test their patience and endurance," Harry spoke. Philips blinked, frowning as he turned towards the rest of the troops, who all blinked as well as the spell finished. "Ok, troops! Tonight we're doing a surprise training exercise around base. No preparation! No waiting! Get moving!" Philips exclaimed, motioning towards the training grounds not far from the barracks. Philips ran towards it in the dark, a very disgruntled and annoyed set of troops following close behind while barefoot.
"What was that? And really?" Steve asked, annoyed at the prospect of doing the course on their first day.
"Relax, Rogers. We're not doing the course. While they're busy running in the wet mud at night, we're going to go inside, talk over drinks, have a chat," Harry replied. He pulled Steve into a one-armed hug, before placing a hand on Carter's back, leading the two away and into the main building on base, with Erskine close behind. Once they were inside, Harry sent cleaning charms at all of their shoes - and Steve's feet - before motioning towards a nearby table. Once everyone was seated and a load of concealment charms were placed around the table to avoid eavesdropping, Harry began. "So. I'm sure the three of you are pretty trustable peo-" Harry grimaced, his eyes flashing bright green before returning to normal. "-ple. Erskine and Agent Carter here are familiar with my true identity. But you aren't, Steve,"
"True identity? Are you some kind of criminal?" Steve asked, confused.
"No. No. Nothing like that. I'm Harry Potter, founder of a company with a net worth of several billion dollars, as well as an inventor and recent Major General within the U.S Army. However, there is one detail you're not aware of. That one detail is this...I...am...a wizard," Harry spoke. Steve watched him for a moment, staring at him in confusion before a grin crossed over his face. He was about to speak, but Harry interjected. "This isn't a joke, Steve. No prank led by Bucky. No joke thought up by myself or Erskine. I am very serious," Harry added.
"You're serious?" Harry nodded. "Show me,"
"Very well," Harry held out his hand, going simple with Accio! as the bottle of wine across the room suddenly shot towards him at high speeds before coming to an abrupt stop. It sat there as he used Wingardium Leviosa!, stunning Steve as he lowered the bottle. He used the same charms to bring forward four glasses, which he then filled with wine before distributing them towards their respective drinkers. He downed the glass in one, placing it back on the table before flicking his wrist, a white mist flowing out of his fingers as a corporeal form appeared. A thestral, which huffed as it moved around the table, sniffing at Steve and Erskine before stopping at Carter, who tensed. It examined her for a moment, before bowing its head, turning back to Harry as he recalled the Patronus.
"That's...what...I..." Steve was lost for words, watching Harry in shock and confusion. "What are you?"
"A wizard," Harry replied simply and immediately. "I'm human, if that's what you're wondering. But I was born with a specific gene that allowed me to tap into a cosmic energy within myself. A magic core that allows me to manipulate reality from a small to moderate scale. Simple levitation," Harry rose the bottle once more. "To interdimensional travel - or travelling through space," Steve blinked, shocked beyond belief. "You may be wondering why I am here for the serum if I have magic," Steve nodded. "Let me explain," With that, he began to tell them the fictional story he had come up with upon his arrival for those he 'trusted' to know he was magical. He didn't plan to tell anyone he was 'Death' for a long time.
"I was born on July 31st, 1924 in Edinburgh, Scotland. I was one when my parents were killed by a terrorist that commit suicide immediately after, leaving me with...a lot. My family legacy, my family company, as well as the family titles, which named me Lord Harry James Potter. I was left an inheritance, before being left with my aunt and uncle. I lived with them until I turned eleven, when I received a letter from my school. Hogwarts. It was a school in Scotland, which taught children to utilize and control their magic. I attended the school for seven years, participating in many challenges as a war broke out through the magical community. By the time I turned seventeen, I was in my last year of school and everyone was dead. I killed the terrorist who killed my parents - who had resurrected himself magically - but something happened during the duel," Harry explained.
"I was hit by a curse, and I lost my memories. I was left with bits and pieces that I still remember, and I still remember how to cast spells and use my powers, but there's something I did or left behind that I need to remember. And I heard that this serum of yours Erskine, has the ability to enhance ones memory," Erskine raised an eyebrow, understanding. "I need a dose of the serum to work on. I have a prototype in mind for what I'll need, but I need the base serum to make it work. If it does work, I'll have my memories in the next week,"
"I...could possibly make an extra dose for you. As long as you assure me you will not misplace it, give it away, or misuse it in any way," Erskine replied.
"I give you my word," Harry said with a nod.
"So...what exactly is a magical core? Do we have one? And you said everyone died? Are you the last?" Steve questioned.
"All sentient lifeforms contain a magical core at birth, powered by magical ley lines that surround every planet. Most people's magical cores shrivel up into almost nothing, only standing to maintain the lifeforms life. However, those who have the genetic code for it, their magical cores expand over time, allowing them to manipulate the ley lines around the planet to manipulate reality. The three of you do not carry the gene, and thus have no core. And yes...I am the last. The entire population was wiped out by the war. I'm all that's left of wizarding kind. Until either I or someone else with magic begins to teach future magicals. Though...all things considering, that's unlikely," Harry explained. "Any more questions?"
"Yeah...what was that thing you just did with the horse thing?" Steve asked, taking a drink of wine as the troops outside completed their fifth lap around and through the base. Harry smiled, taking a drink from his own glass as he replied. "That was a Patronus. A form of magic conjured from pure joy and happiness that is intended to drive away darkness, fear, and pain. For most wizards, the 'Patronus Charm' would only come out as a white mist, though for those powerful enough and with enough willpower, their Patronus can gain a corporeal form. My original Patronus was a Stag. After my father - don't ask - though after the war...it turned to a Thestral. The personifcation of Death," Everyone remained silent at that. Harry closed his eyes, taking a drink before placing the empty glass on the table. This would be a long week.