And hellooo! The fourth chapter is finally out. Thank you very much for your patience and Welcome back to this awesome story. I hope you're ready to be blown away by the sheer greatness of this story written by yours truly.
Deadpool: Are you done? How much longer are you gonna talk, man?!
Me: DEADPOOL! What the hell are you doing here?
Deadpool: Well I'm here to improve this piece of crap you call a fanfic. Seriously, you just made little Harry freaking OP and you turned him into an adult. What the hell?
Me: This is my story so I can do whatever I want. Also, why the hell are you here? You're ruining the story!
Deadpool: No I'm not, I'm making it better besides everyone knows that stuff with me in it is a thousand times better!
Me: I knew I should have listened to the other authors when they said that involving you was a mistake.
Deadpool: WHAT!? Who told you that?
Me: *Deadpan* Every single author that has ever worked with you. Now will you let me get on with the story?
Deadpool: Go ahead, but I ain't leaving yet! You still owe me a few stories of my own!
Alright, moving on.
First I have to make a few announcements regarding the story.
I took a long look at the timeline and realized that it's confusing as hell. So I have decided on a timeline that is the best suited for this story.
Events that have already happened: IRON MAN 1 2, THOR, THE INCREDIBLE HULK, AVENGERS, CAPTAIN AMERICA, DOCTOR STRANGE ( In this fic, it happened a lot earlier than in the MCU), GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY, CAPTAIN MARVEL
The X-men will be from the Evolution series.
Deadpool: So you're changing the timeline again? Seriously man, just pick one, for crying out loud, and stick with it.
Me: Shut up or I won't put you into this story.
Deadpool (picks up a gun and points it at the author's head. ): Care to to repeat that again?
Me: Uhhh... Oh look! A taco stand with hot bikini babes! ( Makes said stand and hot babes appear out of thin air)
Deadpool holstered his guns and ran straight to the shop, leaving a dust trail in his wake.
Pheww. Now that the lunatic is gone, let's get back to the story. Oh wait I almost forgot the official harem list.
Marvel:
- Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)
- Jean Grey (Phoenix)
- Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)
- Rouge
- Kitty
- Emma Frost
- Storm
Harry Potter Universe:
- Nymphadora Tonks
- Luna Lovegood
- Susan Bones
- Fleur Delacour
- Daphe Greengrass
- Bellatrix Lestrange
- Narcissa Malfoy
- Andromeda Tonks
That's it. Let's continue before Deadpool decides to come back.
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or Harry Potter or anything else. But I do own this story.
In memory of Stan Lee 1922- 2018.
Somewhere in the English country side, outside of London
A portal consisting of swirling blues and black opened up and out stepped Harry Potter with the Infinity gauntlet on his hand. He looked around before he found what he was looking for. He couldn't help but be impressed when he saw his ancestral family home.
Potter Manor lived up to its name. It was a very large building with many windows and more rooms, painted in various shades of red and gold.
He walked to the door and stepped through into the manors large entrance hall. Paintings, suits of armor and various other trinkets lined the walls of the room, giving it an ancient feeling. Harry noticed that though no one had lived here for years, there was no dust and the room was perfectly clean.
The reason for the room's apparent lack of dust and grime soon made it's presence known. Two small creatures, with bat like ears and wearing small butler uniforms materialized out of thin air and bowed to Harry.
"Master Harry you have returned!" the one to the left, a male if Harry guessed correctly, said gleefully.
"We're so glad that young Master Harry has finally come home." The other figure, clearly a female, said with as much enthusiasm as her partner.
A frown formed on her face. "But Master Harry is not so little anymore and he looks much older than he should be? How is that, Master Harry?"
Harry opened his mouth to reply before a sudden realization made him stop in his tracks.
Why had no one else noticed his sudden change in appearance? The Dursleys he could understand. They were so dumb and narrow-minded that they wouldn't notice if his skin turned green. But why didn't the goblins notice or question him on a lot of things that had happened? Like how did he get this power? Why was he so big and muscly? And why... ?
It suddenly clicked. The Mind stone. It must have been altering their minds, making them believe that this was normal and they should do whatever he says. It must have stopped doing that when he arrived.
He turned to the two house elves- the Mind stone supplied him with all the information on their species- and asked "What are your names?"
The male elf replied. "My name is Willy and this is Mopsy. We've served the Potters for generations."
"Right. Well, could you tell me where the bedroom is? I'm kind of tired."
The elves bobbed their heads up and down so fast, he was afraid they might fall off. "Of course, Master Harry! The master bedroom is just up these stairs. Third door to the right."
Harry yawned. "Thank you. Good night."
The elves squealed and praised their master's kindness. Harry went up the stairs till he reached the door to the bedroom. He opened it and went inside.
The bedroom was just as rich and expensive looking as the rest of the manor. The walls were painted in a bright red and gold and the bed looked big enough to hold six people. He looked down at himself and noticed with distaste that he was still wearing Dudley's old hand me downs.
He clenched his gloved fist. The Reality stone responded to his command and suddenly, he was wearing a pair of fresh, clean pajamas.
He crawled into the warm, luscious bed and closed his eyes. It didn't take long for him to succumb to the sweet embrace of Morpheus's realm.
-- Scene Change --
Harry found himself in an unfamiliar place.
He was floating in some sort of golden void. He cast a look around and saw that he was alone. He suddenly noticed something about himself. He was wearing black robes with all four crests of the Hogwarts houses on the right breast. But what concerned him the most was the fact that the Infinity gauntlet was missing.
"Where the heck am I ?" he asked.
A voice said, "You're in my domain, young Harry."
Harry frantically looked around to find the source of the voice but suddenly a portal opens up in front of him and stepping out was an elderly man. The man looked to be passed his eighties but still looked good for his age all things considered. The man had silver hair that looked combed back and a mustache and was wearing round frame black sunglasses over his eyes.
The man smiled. It was a warm and friendly smile. "Hello True Believer."
When he called Harry by that name, he felt an emotion he hadn't felt since he first saw the Avengers on TV. He felt hope.
Hesitantly, Harry asked "Excuse me, but... who are you?"
The man answered, "I am the One above all but you can call me Stan."
"Why Stan?"
Stan just waved him off. "No reasons. But that isn't why I am here. Sit down. We need to talk."
He waved his hand and conjured a chair for him to sit in. Harry nodded his head in silent thanks and sat down while he summoned a chair for himself to sit in.
He didn't waste any time so he began talking. "Harry I brought you here to talk about something important. I'll get straight to the point. Your Universe and everyone in it is in grave danger."
Harry widened his eyes in fear at what he said and asked in a shaky voice, "H- H- How?"
Stan waves his hand. An incredible amount of information was sent straight into Harry's brain. The past, present and future. Images of great battles, of heroes and villains fighting each other to the death. He saw war, death, suffering and ruin befall the universe. People dying and struggling against horrors unimaginable.
But the thing that scared him most was the alien being called Thanos, the Mad Titan. He was a hulking figure, easily 8 feet tall with a massive body covered in bulging muscles. His skin had a purplish violet color and his eye pupils were pitch black; with a small tint of a blue glow around the edges of his eyes. All over his body, was a full suit of golden-black armor; with the addition of a golden helmet with a symmetrical shape and golden-black arm braces.
But that wasn't what scared Harry. No the thing that terrified him the most was the golden glove on his left hand.
The same glove that Harry was wearing before he went to sleep. The Infinity gauntlet... with all the stones in it.
He watched as Thanos fought and defeated all of Earth's mightiest heroes.
He saw how he raised the Infinity gauntlet, its six gems glowing with the raw power of the universe.
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He heard billions of lives screaming and crying for help. For mercy...
... and then a moment later...
...He felt nothing.
He watched as people's body's turned into dust. Families were torn apart, friends and lovers lost and all the beings in the universe cried out in heart-wrenching despair.
Stan stopped the flow a few moments later.
No longer seeing those horrible images, Harry collapsed from his chair and cried. He wept his heart and soul out for all the poor victims who had to suffer such tremendous loss. His time at the Dursleys seemed insignificant compared to that.
He stayed down for minutes, hours, days? He didn't know how long he stayed on the ground. It could have been an eternity.
All the while, Stan looked at him with sympathy.
-- Line Break --
The One Above All.
Infinitely-powerful, infinitely-knowledgeable, infinitely-superior and infinitely-dominant over everything that went on in the Universe.
And yet, for all his powers, the One was sad…no…more than that; the One was experiencing something he did not expect to feel or find.
Fear!
From time to time, mostly whenever he was bored, the One would peer into the great untempered schism and perceive the fates of a few chosen individuals whom had roles to play in the long run. Whether for Fate, Destiny, Rebirth or even the Dawn of a New Age, the One had watched for millennia, scanning the schism for these select individuals and, where necessary, doing what had to be done for the same reason that another would use the words for an excuse.
For the Greater Good.
But not his; he was not a selfish deity nor a malevolent God; no, he was the One and everything he did was so the world could turn and the Universe could experience the life and light it had held since the Big Bang and before.
However, in this particular instance, the One was sad because, when he peered into the schism, he saw something he never wanted to see.
He saw a being who used a power that was meant to be used to bring life and keep the balance of power in check, in order to end everything. Singularities that could do great evil, but also great good, formed into six distinctive vessels that would only wind up bringing the universe to its knees.
And that was the worst thing that could happen.
As the One stared deep into the schism, trying and failing to find a solution that would mean those powers were safe or that the evil that threatened them could not come to pass, his ancient soul burned with fear and dread as he saw the truth of it.
No matter what option was given, the power would destroy the worlds…because it was wielded by those who sought such aims.
And yet, as he watched, the One felt a spark of hope rise up in his heart; at the same time, an idea… a crazy, twisted, but necessary idea started to form in his mind. The wheels of Creation turned and the fires of Destiny burned inside of him as he weighed the options and balanced the good with the bad, trying to make sure nothing could go wrong with his plan.
As far as he could see, which wasinfinite,there wasn't any major possibility of going down the wrong road, mostly thanks to the one gift the Cosmic Entities and the Living Tribunal had helped him grant the majority of species in the Universe.
Free will.
The only reason this could go down the road the One feared was if the Chosen One chose to go down the path of evil.
And, for that not to happen, the One knew what he needed; He needed one with pure goodness in their hearts and light in their souls; One who would not use the cosmic power for his own evil desires; One who would seek not to destroy, but to create and, as clichéd as it would sound, he needed one who'd understand that wise, old saying:
With Great Power comes Great Responsibility.
Staring into the schism once more, the One sought hischampionwith a scrutinising glare, passing overmanywho'd only wind up failing before, as he was ready to give up, the One let out a cheer as he found what he was looking for.
A child, born of magic, who survived something that no one else had thanks to the sacrifice of his mother; one who had endured hardships at the hands of those who called themselves his family; one who would grow up in misery, solitude and pain, only to die unloved as nothing more than a means to an end.
And yet, through all that strife, he never displayed a single ounce of evil; always staying true to the path of righteousness.
Not to mention the fact that he was also her champion.
"Excelsior!" he laughed. So in an attempt to save All, he invoked the true powers and, making sure that he stayed focused on the task at hand, send them into the path of his new champion.
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Which lead to here and now.
Harry had stopped crying a few moments ago. He slowly stood back up on his feet, wiping away any remaining wetness on his cheeks. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity he spoke, although his voice was still a bit shaky.
"What can we do to stop all of that?"
Stan smiled. The One Above All had chosen his champion wisely. "We? I have already done everything I could do to prevent the coming calamity. The rest is up to you."
At seeing Harry's confused stare, he elaborated, "It was me who sent the Infinity stones to you, to make sure that they wouldn't fall into the wrong hands. I made sure that the stones would not destroy when you took them. I mean, did you seriously think that anyone could hold even one of the stones and not be destroyed, let alone all six?"
Harry opened his mouth to retort and closed it again. He had no answer to that question.
"It was you who guided me to Gringotts and put the Infinity gauntlet in my vault." he realized.
Stan nodded.
Harry had only one question to ask, "Why?"
Stan answered, "Because I have seen your life Harry. From the beginning till the end. I saw one who endured pain, but never broke under his burden. Someone who would sacrifice everything just to help another person. Someone who wouldn't treat others differently because of what they are, but who they are. Someone who could make the universe become the beautiful place that it was meant to be."
"You are the one, Harry. The one who can unite them all. And the one and only Chosen One. But beware, this power will cost you." Here he stopped for a bit to let his words sink in.
Harry felt a great warmth fill his chest as Stan's words sinked in. Yet he couldn't stop worrying. What if he failed? What if someone else took the stones from him? Or what if...?
No; he wouldnt let himself travel down that path. He would rather die than to become like him. But something that Stan said gnawed at him.
"It Ok if you don't want to do this. I can just take the stones and put them back where they came from. Or I can give them to someone else. You wouldn't have to carry this burden." That was a complete lie and Harry knew it. He didn't have anyone but him to turn to. He was his last option.
After staying silent for a while, he asked the question that was on his mind, "What will it cost me?"
Here Stan looked truly sad. "Everything."
~~~~~~~~~~ Scene Change ~~~~~~
The first rays of sunshine peeked through the window as the fiery star that created rose over the hills and signaled the beginning of a new day.
Harry slowly woke up and got out of bed. He looked around. The Infinity gauntlet with its gems were on the nightstand. He ignored them for now and turned to the stack of journals and books sitting right next to them.
They hadn't been there when he went to sleep. He had, in fact, put them in the two trunks that he took from Gringotts.
He took the first one in his hands and opened it. It was a diary. From his mother.
His hands shook as he dragged a finger across the page, around the fine letters and words written by his mother. Slowly at first, he began reading.
Two hours later he had read all of his parent's journals, diaries and letters. They told stories of how they met, their time at the magic school; Hogwarts and how they fell in love with each other.
The next part was the hardest for him; they had written several letters addressed to him, telling him how much they loved him and how proud they would be of the man that they knew he would become. Harry cried for a long time after reading those words, his tears streaming down on the paper, smearing the ink.
When he had finished reading everything there was, he sat up. He took the Infinity gauntlet in his hand but didn't put it on. For a long time he just stood there, staring at the dwarven made glove.
The One's words echoed through his brain.
"Once you make this decision, there is no turning back."
This decision could change his life forever. But the price...
He had to give up the thing that was most precious to him. The one thing that he had cherished above all, without even realizing it.
He had made his decision.
With all six of the Infinity Stones, Harry placed the Infinity Gauntlet on his left hand, which gave him the ultimate humongous power. As the might of all six stones were combined with the Gauntlet, he harnessed infinite power and control over the universe. As this power entered his body, Harry had roared out to the sky in victory.
Once it was done he went down to breakfast. He would need some food before he left.
He had a lot of work to do.
At last! The fourth chapter is finished.
Deadpool: Finally! What took you so long?
Me: Hey, I was busy with school and stuff! My Exams almost killed me !!
Deadpool: O Boo-hoo. School life so tough?
He probably doesn't realise that he's obnoxiously insulting the person writing him, which is also quite stupid, as the writer can do many things.
Deadpool: Oh great, now he's trying to make me look bad. You big bully, you!
He has no idea of the hardships an author has to endure. And he forgot that moments ago, he had been picking on his own writer.
Deadpool: What hardships? School ain't so tough! (He turned to the readers) This is a conspiracy designed to win him pity! Don't buy it! Don't buy it, I say!
Alright, I'm going to end this chapter before this can go on any longer. Stay tuned for more.
Goodbye!
And Remember: We are Groot.
Chapter End.
In memory of Stan Lee, a true hero.