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New York Mental Institution

The rising light of the sun cast eerie shadows over the New York Mental Institution, only adding to the oppressive feeling that pervaded the building.

A few dozen feet away from the Asylum's entrance, a blue portal opened up and a young man stepped out.

(A/N: My previous descriptions and chapters were a bit untidy and, except for Chapter 4, I'm not satisfied. So I ask that you forget how Harry looked or some of the irregularities, like how Dumbledore already knew Hermione. Please forgive me. I was just starting to learn how to write fanfics)

He possesed a well-muscled, athletic physique that even the greatest of weightlifters and athletes would kill to possess. It looked like Harry had spent every minute of every day exercising and living right. His face was incredibly handsome with high cheekbones, dark eyebrows, full lips and two orbs of the most beautiful green that one can imagine.

His hair was still wild and untameable to boot, reaching shoulder length, yet it had a smooth and silky shine to it that no amout of hair products could hope to replicate.

His attire consisted of a green shirt with a black leather jacket which he left it unzipped. Navy blue jeans complementing his upper body while a black belt circled his waist. The final piece of his outfit would be plain white socks and black sneakers with white laces.

He looked around with a confused stare; his gaze fell on the Time Stone resting on his thumb, as if silently asking: Why did you bring me here?

The Stone didn't answer but he didn't expect it to anyway. After he had put on the gauntlet, he was assaulted with a series of images. A vision of himself, travelling to certain locations and doing certain things.

Right now, he was supposed to activate the Power Stone and search for... something. He didn't know what. The visions hadn't shown much, only where to go and what to do.

He clenched his fist and activated the Power Stone. On top of giving him incredible strength and durability, it allowed him to sense energy, no matter it's nature or origin. A very useful ability which he utilized now.

He found a lot of normal energy signatures; ordinary humans. Suddenly he stumbled on another presence. It was magical and incredibly powerful, bigger than most wizards, yet there was something... strange about it.

All wizards had a magic core, an organ that could produce magic energy for them to use. But this magic energy was chaotic, uncontrolled and yet, it did not seem dangerous.

He switched from the Power stone to the Mind and Reality stone. He vanished from sight, invisible to all, be they cameras or people. He moved to the Institution.

He walked through the corridors for a while, the guards completely unaware of him. It was a few moments later that he arrived at his destination.

There were two guards stationed around a cell that contained a young woman. Not a normal one either, if the high powered containment field, strong enough to give many wizards problems. If the containment field wasn't enough, she was put in a straight-jacket, and a thick rope was tying her to the ground.

Seeing the sadness in her face, Harry felt his anger flaring. He didn't know whether she was a criminal or not, but even if she was a criminal, putting someone in a solitary cell with restricted movement was torture, plain and simple.

She herself seemed a lean, slender young woman of 17, her bright blue eyes peering out from under her mid-length, midnight-black hair, which was unkempt, partially covering her eyes. She had a rather attractive figure, with D-cup breasts, a slim waist and a nice set of hips. She wasn't super hot or anything, but she was admittedly very pretty.

He dug through the guards head, looking for Information on her; What he found there was enough to flare his anger uncontrollably.

Apparently, the girl was named Wanda Maximoff, and her power has been identified as some kind of mutation, but assessing the effects, it seemed more like large scale accidental magic with a leaning towards manipulating probability.

More importantly, she wasn't even a criminal, she just caused several accidents with very limited damage. Accidents that should have been easily preventable with the presence of a third rate wizard, or an otherwise powered individual. Instead, they chose to put her in isolation, filling her with medication to the gills, and prodded her with repeated experiments focusing on how her power worked instead of how to control it.

Harry started to walk towards the cell once more, his mind already made up. She wouldn't spend one more day in that abominable cell. Maybe it was his time with the Dursley's or the story of his parents sacrifice that changed him for the better, but he couldn't turn his back on someone who needed help.

He used the Mind Stone to knock the guards out. Then, he activated the Reality Stone.

Wanda looked up from the ground. She had heard a thud and was surprised when she saw the guards drop to the ground, like puppets whose strings had been cut. She looked at the cell door and noticed the door shining in a red glow

'What is happening...' Wanda began to think.

That was when she saw it.

In an instant, the entirety of the double doors had vanished into dust; leaving her cell wide open. The young mutant couldn't comprehend what just happened in front of her. It was beyond impossible.

Harry walked towards the cell once more, dropping his invisibility. He waved his hand, the Power Stone glowing. A wave of energy spread out, frying all observation equipment. He switched from Power to Mind Stone; making sure no one would disturb them.

"Hello, Wanda." he said.

She turned towards him, her eyes widened in shock in response to his sudden appearance. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice thick with panic.

Harry raised his hands in a non-threatening manner, trying to display that he had no bad intention. "Sorry for the intrusion, but I came here to save you, only if you want of course."

"Who are you," she repeated, a measuring expression sneaking to her face. "Are you a mutant too?"

"As far as I know, No," he said and her face fell instantly. "But still, I'm not someone you could exactly call normal."

With a wave of his hands, the Reality stone glowed and her straightjacket and binders melted away, turning into a white shirt and blue jeans.

At the same time, a bouquet of roses appeared in his hand. He presented the flowers to her. "Harry Potter, omnipotent wizard extraordinaire, at your service," he said, a large, crooked smile on his face. He felt acting in a showy, but a harmless manner would help her to relax.

Wanda's breath stopped for a moment, his beautiful smile making her blush. She composed herself quickly, not wanting to embarrass herself.

"Really, a magician," she said doubtfully, but a small smile found her face, and some of her panic drained away. "How droll. Do you do birthday parties?"

Harry laughed. "Well maybe, if they happen to involve lots of explosion and ass whoopings, with a dash of reality rewriting."

"Like this," she said, her face suddenly serious as she raised her hand, and sent some kind of red energy bolt towards the only chair in the room, an ugly metal piece. A cloak of energy covered the chair for a moment, then it suddenly collapsed, covered in rust.

She turned back to him, a carefully blank expression on her face. An expression Harry found very familiar, because he had the same expression while he grew up. Expression of someone who was convinced everyone in her life would desert her as soon as they learned about what she could do.

Harry tried to keep pity out of his expression, knowing it wouldn't be welcome in this situation. "Not bad for a beginner," he said, keeping his tone light. "But don't tell me it's limited to abusing some poor chairs."

"Of course not," she said, a smile coming back to her face, however faint.

"So, do you want to come with me?"

Her expression turned serious once more. "Why," she said. "Why exactly are you trying to help me? Even my own father prefers to keep me locked instead of trying to help me."

"Believe it or not, I have been in a similar situation, although your's seems a bit better than mine was."

"How is this better?" she asked angrily.

"Well, for starters I had to live in a cupboard under the stairs. I had to work like a slave, received nothing but hate in return from everyone around me and barely managed to avoid starving to death. I was only fed scraps and beaten brutally for no other reason than existing. If you don't believe me, then here."

He activated the Mind stone and sent his memories of his time with the Dursley's to her. Her expression changed to a horriefied one. Compared to him, she had it easy. She was crying by the time it finished.

"How.. How could anyone do this? To a child no less?"

Harry crouched down and gently wiped her tears away. He hated himself for making her cry. "Shh, it's okay. I'm sorry I made you cry. It's all in the past now. Please stop crying."

She stopped crying and looked up to him. She smiled hesitantly. He smiled in return. "There, you're much prettier when you smile."

Wanda blushed. Seeing how she was no longer crying, he said "Well, enough about me. Let's get out of here and get you someplace better. Preferably, somewhere with a view."

"Really?" she asked suspiciously. "And why should I go with you?"

"Because today I came here not knowing what to expect and stumbled upon you. Call it fate, coincidence, whatever. I'm offering you help with no catch. I know that you are struggling with controlling your powers, and I'm offering you training, warm food, a roof over your head and the best thing of all: freedom."

"What's in it for you?" she asked.

"Absolutely nothing. I have no reason to help you other than that I want to help you. I just want one thing."

"And what's that?"

"The same thing you want: to be free, to walk in a world where you don't have to hide, where you're not hated for what you are or what you can do, and most importantly; a place to call home, people to call your friends and a family." Harry declared passionately. He waited for her answer with baited breaths.

She gazed at him, carefully examining his face, no words leaving her mouth. A full minute passed in silence, and Harry started to get worried that maybe he overwhelmed her, causing her to reject his offer.

"You can leave anytime you want. I'm not gonna force you to do anything. If you want, I'll drop you off wherever you want with enough resources to last a lifetime. All I'm asking is that you trust me." he pleaded.

She searched his eyes and found nothing but pure honesty and desperation. Finally after what seemed an eternity, she presented her hand to him, making him smile brightly.

"Alright! Let's get out of here. But first..." He bent down towards one of the guards and pulled out a black marker from his pocket.

Wanda looked confused. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm going to draw on their faces." He held out a second marker. "Care to join me?"

Wanda seemed to be a bit hesitant at first, but she grinned and took it.

A while later, they left through a blue portal, leaving only a ruined cell and the remains of a chair as reminders of their presence. Later, the guards would wake up to find a missing prisoner and their faces disfigured with crude drawings and some very colorful language.

Potter Manor

A portal opened up and out stepped a laughing Harry with a giggling Wanda behind. They were laughing for a while before they stopped to catch their breath.

"Oh man, I wish we could have stayed to see their faces!" Harry said.

"I know. I haven't had this much fun in... ever!" Wanda said. "Where are we anyway?"

"We're in Britain, in my family's mansion." Harry answered. "There's a chance that people might start looking for you. So until I sort everything out, you'll have to stay here. And by sorting out, I mean altering everyone's memories of you."

Wanda looked around, admiring the expensive design and paintings. "How do you all of that? The teleporting, the reality altering and the psychic powers? Is it some sort of mutation?" she asked curiously.

Harry chuckled. "No, no mutation. Just these." he said, holding up the Infinity gauntlet. He then went on to explain what the stones are and what they do. By the end, she looked at him open mouthed.

"Very impressive powers." she murmured, envious. "I wish my mutation was something like that."

"What's a mutant anyway?" He knew what it was, he just wanted her to tell him with her own words.

"A mutant is someone born with an extra gene in their DNA, called the X-gene. It gives us powers that normal people don't have."

"Interesting, " Harry said. "It sounds a lot like how witches and wizards are born with the ability to use magic. I'm a wizard and I don't know whether I, or any other wizards, have that mutation you refer to, but I don't really care either way. It doesn't matter where these powers come from; whether from space, magic or genetics. What you do with them is what counts."

"Tell that to my father. He believes that X-gene makes us a separate species, Homo Superior, destined to rule the planet." Her face grimaced, followed by a dark flash. "You can imagine just how well he reacted when his own daughter proved unable to control her powers."

She waved her hands in anger, and another bolt left her hands and hit his bookshelf, which subsequently collapsed.

Her face turned ashen, her hands trembling. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. It wasn't intentional. Please don't send me away."

Clenshing his fist, Harry activated the Time stone. The bookshelf glowed green and immediately repaired itself like it was never damaged in the first place.

He deactivated the Time stone and gently gripped Wanda's shoulders. "Calm down," he said, keeping his tone serene. "I know it wasn't intentional, and even if it was, I wouldn't kick you out. It's just stuff, Wanda. It can easily be replaced and repaired. But not you. You're special to me."

"Thanks," she murmured and took a hesitant step towards him, only to stop midway. It wasn't hard to understand what she was thinking, only for her courage to falter midway. Harry opened his arms in a hug. Another smile, much brighter than any other she had during their earlier discussion, found her lips, and she moved into his arms.

Harry let her arms envelop him, then gently wrapped his own arms around her. He could feel his shoulder getting wetter.

"There there, it all passed," he murmured, patting her shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, looking more surprised than Harry in regards to her own outburst. "It's not me normally, but this is just too surreal."

"Believe me, I understand wholeheartedly. It has been less a day since I went from a lonely, abused child to gaining power that not even the gods could match. It takes a bit of time to adapt. Do you want to go to your room and rest? I'll have breakfast sent to you."

"My room?" she asked.

"Sure," Harry said. "Since I saved you, I'm also responsible for your living conditions, at least until you decide to seek for alternative arrangements. Anything you want, I'll give it to you. After all, isn't that what friends are for?" He suddenly looked uncertain. "We are friends, right?"

Wanda said nothing, but the largest smile of the night appeared on her face. Harry could see a familiar hesitant expression on her face, one he recognized pretty well from his experiences. "Yeah, we're friends."

'And maybe someday we can be a bit more.' she thought, a large blush on her face. Not realising that Harry had seen it. He realised exactly what the cause was.

Honestly, he couldn't blame her for being stricken with him. Harry understood perfectly, she was hopeless in that hellhole, and then he rescued her, accepted her issues, offered her a solution, companionship and a place to live.

Considering he was incredibly handsome and at her age, her instant infatuation with him wasn't a surprise and it wasn't like he was going to complain. Wanda was a very pretty girl despite her total lack of makeup and horrid clothes.

Harry looked at the clock over the fireplace. "I would love to stay and talk with you more, but I've still got somewhere to be. You know, more prisons that need to be invaded and possibly vandalized."

She tried not to look disappointed. "Okay," she murmured.

Harry flashed her a smile. "Don't worry, I'll be back, then we can continue where we left off. But before I leave..."

He quickly ran up the stairs and took a sharp left. He went through the door at the end of the corridor, which led to his family's private library.

The Potter's library was gigantic, shelfs filled with books on many different subjects, whether they be magic or mundane.

"Let's see... A Beginner's Guide to Magic... Transfiguration 101... Magical Theory..."

He searched through the many rows and shelfs for whatever he thought could help Wanda with her magic. After he had gotten enough for now at least, he went back down.

"Here." He handed Wanda the stack of books. "These should be enough to get you started. They'll help you to learn how to control your powers, until we can get you an instructor. And before you ask, No I can't be it. I'm not experienced enough to teach anyone. But not to worry, I'll make sure to get you the best sorcerer there is. If you need anything else, call the House Elves."

Seeing her open her mouth, he said, "They're those little guys with the huge ears and butler outfits. They'll be happy to do anything you want. Just ask."

He went to leave, but a shout from Wanda stopped him. "Wait!"

He turned around and saw Wanda walk toward him. Before he could react, she had planted her lips on his.

It was a quick kiss, but it still caught him off guard. Not that he didn't enjoy it. The feeling of her smooth warm lips on his, the way her body pressed against his and the way they just seemed to mold into each other...

They broke apart just as quickly as it began. She was slightly breathless and her face was flushed. "Be careful out there." she said.

He couldn't think of what to say. A million things were currently going through his head so he did the only thing he could think of.

He activated the Space Stone and walked through a portal, leaving a blushing Wanda behind, the books completely forgotten.

And done! Another chapter has been finished. I'm sorry it took so long, but I'll try to update more frequently.

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about my story and more specifically the Harem and with some help from my friend Peter ver dian I've come to the conclusion that a Harem writer needs be more flexible, more open to new ideas.

So after a long discussion I've decided on a new Harem. And here it is.

Marvel Universe:

Jean Grey ( Phoenix)

Kitty Pride ( Shadowcat)

Rogue

Ororo Munroe (Storm)

Wanda Maximoff ( Scarlet Witch)

Emma Frost

Susan Storm

Natasha Romanoff ( Black Widow)

Laura Kinney ( X-23)

Carol Danvers ( Captain Marvel)

Hela ( Avengers Earth's mightiest Heroes)

Mary Jane Watson

Felicia Hardy ( Black Cat)

Psylocke

Mystique

Jennifer Walters ( She Hulk)

Betty Brant

Enchantress ( Avengers Earth's mightiest Heroes)

Madam Hydra ( Avengers Earth's mightiest Heroes)

Janet Van Dyne (Wasp from Avengers Earth's mightiest Heroes)

Harry Potter Universe:

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Daphne Greengrass

Astoria Greengrass

Susan Bones

Fleur Delacour

Gabrielle Delacour

Apolline Delacour

Bellatrix Le Strange

Narcissa Malfoy

Nymphadora Tonks

Andromeda Tonks

Pansy Parkinson

Padma Patil

Myrtle

That's it for now. If you've got any more characters to be added, leave a review and I'll think about putting them in the Harem.

Also, I will be using events from the comics, tv shows, movies and the cartoons, as I am not going to limit myself to a single Au.

For example, the X- Men are going to be from the Evolution series.

That's all I wanted to say for now.

Goodbye!

And remember: We are Groot.