Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or The Avengers. Rights belong to J. K. Rowling and Marvel respectively.

A/N: I am planning to take this story down a different path than the standard Harry joins the Avengers plot, but I'm not saying that it'll be good. This is my first story, so I might come back and rewrite it in a few years after I get a whole lot better at writing. I plan to update twice a week, but school is a b**** sometimes. So, here is the first chapter of The Mage Stones.

Harry Potter stared at the mirror. He stared at the Avada Kedavra green eyes that stared back at him. He stared at the faint scar on his forehead, shaped like a lightening bolt, or the Sowilo rune. He stared at the shaggy, untamable hair that had plagued him since birth. He even stared at the perfect circle scar that was on his left arm. But most of all, he stared at the tattoo on his wrist.

It was a black circle surrounded by a grey triangle, and a green line the color of his eyes bisecting it. It was the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, which had all come zooming towards him after he picked up the Elder Wand, forming the tattoo. It then transported him here.

After the objects had come to him, he was lifted off the ground, and he began to glow an Avada Kedavra green, and then he just disappeared, and reappeared here, wherever here was. He wondered if that would keep happening to him, and if it was possible to bring others with.

Harry turned away from the mirror, and decided to go explore. Currently he was in a hotel room. He stepped outside the hotel, and then froze. The only thought going through his head was, Is this London?! His eyes began to roam around, and sure enough, Big Ben was able to be seen directly to the left.

He turned back to the street, and marveled at what the No-Maj's could do without magic. The extremely colorful billboards sprouting moving pictures with a length much longer than magically capable. They almost all advertised for big American companies, like Britain and America were actually friends.

Back where he came from, Britain was still salty about losing America, and America was still salty about the overtaxing they received from the British. At least in the Magical World. The two muggle countries might have teamed up during World War II, but he wasn't sure.

Harry decide he needed to find a gym. Most magic users neglected to train their body, resulting in it deteriorating. And the worse the condition of your body, the worse the control you had over your magic. And dodging saves a lot of time and energy compared to shielding during a fight. Not that he needed to save that energy, he just liked the extra time it provided.

He found a public gym not to far from the hotel he appeared in, and made his way over to the stretching mats. He started with a pre-workout routine, get his body ready to move a lot. He was almost done with the stretching when somebody roughly pulled him backwards.

"I haven't seen you around here. You look like you could put up a fight. Let's test it out." Said a middle-aged man, trying to obtain and use a commanding voice.

Harry looked the guy over, noticing some obvious signs of drug use, though the effects of most drugs were not able to be seen. The man also had a near absurd amount of muscle, possible the effect of some super drug, though it might have been a failed prototype test. Harry turned back to his routine, but didn't get to restart before the man spun him around by his shoulder.

"I said, lets test it out!" the man yelled, making the rest of the gym flinch.

Harry decided to humor the man, and made his way to the boxing ring in the corner. He saw the other man sporting a sadistic grin on his face as he made his way over.

Harry began his preparations for a fight; sadly, he didn't have any of his enchanted weapons. He used magic to slightly boost his speed and strength. As soon as the other man stepped in the ring, they began to circle each other.

The other man assumed a basic stance, both arms held in front of your chest. Harry held his hands closer to his waist, but held the loosely, ready to grab or stab at a moments notice. Harry waited for the other man to throw the first punch, knowing it would give him a greater sense of control than he actually had.

The other man did exactly that, throwing a punch at Harry's unexposed chest. Harry stepped out of the way, formed his hand into a knife, and stabbed the man in the gut, and then swept his feet out from under him, causing him to fall onto his chest.

The man quickly got back up, not even wheezing, his eyes filled with the same rage he had seen in Dumbledore's when the man realized his 'weapon' wasn't going to go die. The man rushed Harry, forcing him onto the defensive, and started throwing punches so fast that Harry had trouble dodging all of them, slowly being forced back.

Harry got distracted for a split second by a glimpse of bright red hair in the crowd, the color of his mothers, not that Weasel. But that split second was enough for the man to land a solid hit on Harry, sending him flying back into the wall. The wall cracked, and he heard the collective gasp of the audience.

"That hurt, man." Harry said, hopping down form the wall, seeming to have not even gained a scratch. Harry rushed the man, who was still shocked that he had even landed a hit.

Harry quickly got behind the man, and trapped one leg with his. He pulled the man's arm behind him, and everyone heard the audible pop of it coming out of its socket. He used his other hand to put the man in a half-nelson. The judge quickly ended it with Harry as the winner, so Harry set the man down, and decided to do some weights work, since that fight certainly got his heart rate up.

As Harry made his way over to the weights, he was stopped by the redheaded person who had distracted him during the fight. He chalked it up to a congratulations from the fight, and was only half listening, when he heard "… just moved here?" from the woman.

"Who's asking?" he asked in a slightly skeptical voice.

"Natalie Johnson," replied the woman, almost too fast, like it was a pre-prepared cover. Harry filed that information away for later use. She also had an American accent overlaying a Russian accent, compared to the carefully controlled British accent from earlier.

"I did, actually. For now, I'm just staying in a Hotel downtown, but I'm looking for an apartment to spend a few months in. I'm planning to move to Florida in May." Harry answered, the Florida part just being a wish put out as a plan. "My name is Aries Black, by the way."

It wasn't totally untrue, as he was the Heir to the Black family, and they were always named after different stars in the sky. His grandmother, Dorea, was actually a Black, and Charlus Potter and Arcturus Black were the most formidable team, both having individually survived encounters with Gellert Grindelwald himself. Suffice to say, he was actually proud to carry the Black name alongside the Potter name.

"Your family a fan of the constellations?" asked Natalie.

"Yeah, my Uncle was named Sirius, and my father was named Arcturus. You wouldn't happen to know anywhere with a mid-range cost I could stay for a few months?" Harry asked.

Natalie got a look of excitement on her face, but it didn't reach her eyes. Her eyes, instead had a calculating gleam. He quickly sent a mind probe at her, but pulled out and discreetly placed a listening charm in both of her ears, and a tracking charm on her hair.

"I've been looking for a roommate for a while. It's a two-bedroom apartment, if you want to move in with me." Natalie answered, the gleam still in her eyes.

Harry thought about it. On one hand, you have a local woman who is offering you a base of sorts, but on the other hand, she might not be local, what with the accent problem, and the gleam in her eyes.

Harry decided to humor her, but made sure his charms were still in place. He would room with her, but would take old' Moody's advice to heart. CONSTANT VIGILANCE! He could almost hear the grizzled Auror yelling it at him.

A/N: So here's the first chapter. Please review, constructive criticism is VERY helpful!