Scion of Sorcery: The Avenger of Hogwarts

by DZ2

Harrison Strange, Son of Stephen Strange and Lily Potter, never bonded to his relic. But that didn't stop him walking down a path filled with magic, wonder, adventure, challenges and a heaping helping of fun, games and chaos. Grey OP Haphne

4. It's A Kind of Magic

Scion of Sorcery: The Avenger of Hogwarts

Disclaimer/Plot/Author's Notes: SEE FIRST CHAPTER

Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to everyone who enjoyed the original version of this story: my recommended reads are Trickshot, Reborn, Raven, Widow's Vengeance and Wands and Claws by JustBored21, Man of Iron, Child of Magic and Child of Iron, Goblet of Fire by Zathara001, Master Potter of Kamar-Taj by Ryuko monogatari, Child of the Storm and Ghosts of the Past by Nimbus Llewelyn, Harry Potter: Wizard of Kamar-Taj by Trace Carter, The Rise of the Last Potter by HPfanfictioner66, Harry Potter and the Lightning Lord and Saviour of Magic by Colt01, Knight Errant and Harry Potter and the Shadow of the Demon by ArlyssTolero, Harry Potter The Protector of Magic by TigerSwarm9122, Two Sides to Every Galleon by GJWickham and Magical Origins by Dante 2K-25

Key Pairings: Harry/Daphne; Stephen/Christine;

Other Pairings: Tony/Pepper; Thor/Jane; Others TBD

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"I never admitted it until now, but I think it's going to be fun getting to know you, Harry."

"Likewise, brother-mine," chuckled Harry, patting Neville's shoulder before he asked, "So…what lessons are you looking forwards to most of all?"

Talk soon turned to the sort of thing that normal students would look forwards to.

Chapter 4: It's A Kind of Magic

When the Welcoming Feast finally drew to a quiet, if somewhat-calm end, many of the Gryffindors were a little surprised to notice that Harry still didn't return to the Slytherin Table to join his new Housemates. Instead, he seemed content resting his head against his hands as he sat next to Neville, his eyelids drooping with the telltale signs of sleepiness while, at the same time, the Junior Supreme savoured the feeling of a full belly.

Oh, he didn't say it aloud, obviously, but Harry admitted that he'd eaten better than the food at Hogwarts, even if it had been prepared by the magical aid of a clan of clearly-talented House Elves – all of whom he and Mana had both sent a silent prayer of thanks to as they let themselves enjoy the feast – but, as he knew from personal experience, nothing compared to a home-cooked meal prepared and done with your own hands.

For example, no-one could make up a Thanksgiving Feast like the team of his Mum, Aunt Pepper, Aunt Natasha and even his mutant honorary aunts, Jean Grey and Ororo Munroe – all of whom Harry saw as family because of how often he'd seen them over the past ten years and how warm, caring and welcoming they were to him, even before Christine had become his new Mother-figure after marrying Stephen.

And don't even try and conquer Uncle Clint's Triple-Chocolate Cake – designed to hit the bulls-eye and finish filling you up after dinner…which it definitely did – or his friend, Peter's Aunt May's should-be-famous Shepherd's Pie.

Anyway, with the exception of his honorary brother, Harry also felt a little annoyed at how he'd tried his best to get to know the rest of Gryffindor House, but the only one who seemed the least bit interested in what he had to say was Dean Thomas, who'd been sat across from him and Neville and, despite the glares, whispers and hateful murmurs of his Housemates, Dean had also gladly indulged in a wide variety of interesting, if not friendly conversations with Harry and Neville.

To Harry's relief, Dean even admitted he'd heard of the Strange name connected to Magic, but when Harry countered by saying he would neither confirm nor deny it, Dean quickly added, "I also heard of his reputation here in England, Harry; don't worry, I don't believe a word of it."

Suffice to say, Harry found at least one new friend by the end of the feast – well, Gryffindor-speaking, anyway – apart from Neville.

As for the rest of the House, there were some, like Granger, who didn't seem as warm or welcoming to Harry, mostly because of the fact that he was actually a Slytherin student.

In fact, whenever Harry tried to talk to them, he was either cut off by the loud, bossy brunette – who seemed to try and make herself heard even though she was sat down the other end of the table, until McGonagall finally chastised the insufferable know-it-all for disturbing other students with her voice, but that didn't stop the girl trying to impersonate Medusa with how she glared at Harry – or worse, he was the target of whispers and undeserved murmurs from a noisy, manner-less redhead named Ronald Weasley, as well as an older student who seemed to make it his mission to warn everyone off speaking with Harry.

When Harry asked Neville for information, he explained that the older boy was a prefect and, unfortunately, from what he knew of the boy and his family, the one named Ronald was about as anti-Slytherin as it was possible to get because of the very ties that Harry had spoken out against earlier that evening, which probably meant he'd become an annoyance very quickly for the junior Sorcerer Supreme.

As for the Prefect, with his red hair, freckled face and, as Harry secretly thought, robes that looked more like they belonged in a museum, he looked like a relative of Weasley and, despite the fact that Harry had approval to stay at Gryffindor's Table with his friends, he seemed as insistent as the aforementioned younger relative on making Harry's experience of his birth Mother's House as painful as possible.

'Makes me wonder how they'd all react if I did reveal myself by my other name,' thought Harry, though only Mana heard him, which resulted in the thunderbird nuzzling her friend's hand in a show of support.

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Of course, she was another reason for questions and slurs from some of the Gryffindors, especially Granger.

Before McGonagall finally shut her up, she rabbited on and on about rules, laws and restrictions as though Harry was meant to give a damn and, when he asked her to keep her nose out of his business, she once again turned said nose up at him as though he'd just declared himself king of the sewers or some other thing that was just as vile.

Given she was Muggle-born, he wondered if she even knew of the Strange name, much less why it was a cause of such a strong reaction from many of the Muggle-borns and Half-Bloods in the school. She certainly seemed to react to his earlier comparison of her being a cross between Jameson and Ross, though that was not something Harry wanted to imagine in any way, shape or form.

However, despite her egotistical thought that she knew better than everyone else, Granger didn't seem too concerned with Harry's true identity.

She just seemed content trying to make him feel uncomfortable, as though he was meant to crack and beg her to stop because he'd confess she was better than him if she did.

Chances of that happening?

There was more chance of a certain very old friend of Harry's suddenly declaring he wanted to become mortal…

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Despite the frankly-insulting annoyances, not to mention the attempts to intimidate him into leaving their table and the awkwardness of the situation, Harry managed to endure it all, right up to the end of the feast where, as Harry massaged his full stomach, trying and failing to get the foul taste of pumpkin juice out of his mouth as well as the obscenely-sweetened treats called dessert, he noticed Dumbledore rise from his seat.

'Mental note, girl; open a Sling Portal and have Mum buy me some Diet Cokes, Lemonades and even some proper coffee to drink with my meals,' thought-spoke Harry, earning a soft chuckle from Mana.

'I'm sure if you asked them nicely, the Elves would gladly make you coffee you enjoy, little one,' argued the thunderbird, earning a scoff from Harry.

Meanwhile, up on the High Table, the eyes of the Headmaster met Harry's and, as they did so, the young sorcerer saw a thin smile flit across the old man's features before he addressed the hall as a whole, though the smile and the apparent warmth he showed Harry confused the heck out of the Sorcerer Supreme's Son.

"Now that we are all fed and watered, there are just a few start-of-term notices to give out; the first years please note that the Dark Forest is strictly-forbidden to all students, although I do wish some of our older years would remember that."

From where he was sat, Harry saw two other redheaded boys sharing amused looks, their identical looks and the synchronicity of their reactions helping him understand that they had to be twins and, from the looks of them, they were related to Ronald and the Prefect.

However, something about them gave Harry an unnerving, if not alerted feeling that he'd only really felt around one person.

Well…person was probably an understatement, but, regardless, Harry silently vowed to keep his guard up, even as Dumbledore continued, "Also, our caretaker, Mr Filch, has asked me to remind you that the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to anyone who does not wish to die a most-painful death."

'Yeah, because that's not at all tempting! Putting a forbidden area in front of kids,' thought Harry, earning a trill of agreement from Mana before he smiled as he wondered, 'Still, I wonder what's so dangerous about that place. Maybe I could use my Astral Form to find out, what do you think?'

'Sounds interesting,' agreed Mana, nuzzling at Harry's hand as she told him, 'Your Father did say it was all right for you to continue your training here. And, more than anything, your skill in the Astral Plane and the use of the Mirror Dimension might just serve you well enough that you can find a way to get around the hate of these hypocritical wizards!'

Harry didn't say anything in response to that, but he did agree with Mana's suggestion about trying to find a way to bring together others who, like him, could be capable of learning to harness the mystical powers of the arcane and become future Masters of the Mystic Arts.

Who knows?

Maybe he could even form his own band of wizard-born sorcerers who could look at him as the other junior apprentices looked at Master Hamir, Wong and Dr Strange.

A group such as that could be useful for whatever purposes Harry needed to plan in order to survive in this place.

'Hmm, the Avengers of Magic has a nice ring to it,' thought Harry, though he was soon cut off when he heard Dumbledore go on with his speech.

"And finally, first-years please note that Quidditch practice and try-outs are not for anyone in your year or class, so please do not try and find a way to bend those rules. If any student in the first-year class is found in possession of a broomstick, the item will be confiscated and the student in question shall be disciplined."

"And yet they have Flying lessons for first years where we ride outdated brooms," muttered Neville, earning a curious look from Harry before, smirking, the young sorcerer leaned in close to his friend.

"Not everyone needs brooms to fly, Neville," whispered Harry.

While Neville looked on in shock, Harry smiled again before he rose from his seat and, taking a deep breath, he intentionally raised his voice as he added, "Well, I guess I'd better slither my way back into the Snake Pit. This was fun: I think I'll join you again tomorrow at breakfast, what do you say, Neville? Dean?"

"Sounds like fun," replied Dean, earning a nod of mutual agreement from Neville.

However, as quickly as day turned into night, so too did the Prefect snap at Harry just as quickly, "You will sit with your real housemates tomorrow and in every feast from now on, Strange. Any attempt to cause an infraction of this rule will result in detention and, if you continue, then I will see you expelled, do I make myself clear?"

In response, Harry frowned before he put a finger in his ear and, making a gesture as though cleaning it out, he asked, "Huh…hey, does anyone else hear a rude fly buzzing where it's not welcome? Man, I need to invest in some Raid: this school's got a pretty bad bug problem."

Suffice to say, the Prefect was left fuming at Harry's blatant disregard for his words while, at the same time, Harry was spared any further lectures or complaints as the students all filed out of the Great Hall.

While Dean and Neville followed the Gryffindors, Harry led Mana back towards the Slytherin fold, since they went down into the dungeons while the rest of the school's student body went up and off to their respective dormitories.

As Harry walked with the rest of his housemates, he felt someone tap his shoulder before a familiar voice whispered, "Just a friendly word of advice. I'd watch myself if I were you, Strange: not everyone in Slytherin accepted your slander towards You-Know-Who or your choice to sit with the mortal enemy of Slytherin House."

Smiling in response, Harry looked over his shoulder where he saw Daphne Greengrass looking at him, "Believe me, Miss Greengrass, it's them who should watch themselves if they think they can intimidate me."

"I'm just saying," retorted Daphne, but even as she did so, she couldn't help but return the smile.

Maybe it was his confidence or his thunderbird familiar or even the fact that, for reasons unknown to her, he'd chosen to not answer to the name that he'd been adopted into, but something about Harry Strange told Daphne that he wasn't wrong.

Neither was he being cocky in saying he could hold his own.

Something about him told Daphne that he could easily do that and, if necessary, he could even do more!

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The Slytherin Dormitory was located in the dungeons of Hogwarts behind a wall that looked just as normal as any other, which made Harry smile to himself as he sensed that this was a way for the Slytherins to live up to the cunning mindset that the House was famous for.

Hiding in plain sight was a good move, but then again, it also tested the Slytherins themselves because the House entrance looked just as normal as any other and, according to their House Prefect, the password to the house was changed on the first of every month with the new password posted on the noticeboard for one day at the end of the previous month.

Learn it, remember it or lose out.

With the first password – Blood Purity; talk about cliché, as Harry thought – given, Harry followed the rest of the Slytherins into the Common Room where, even as he entered the room, he had to admit that the place was worthy of a rest and leisure area for future magic users.

The dark-leather chairs and the low-burning fireplace decorated with serpentine images and mosaics definitely looked comfortable while, off to one side, there was an alcove that looked like it held a study area and mini-library for the Slytherins, which again showed Harry why the House was known for cunning.

Sharpen your mind with individual learning and independent study.

Of course, this was one of many lessons that Masters of the Mystic Arts taught their students, including Stephen, who'd taught Harry the finer points of independent study.

As he'd told Harry, "There's nothing wrong with being clever. Knowledge is power as they say, but don't allow yourself to be led to believe you're the same as others. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. And the best part about learning to master them is the moment you feel a sense of accomplishment doing it alone."

As Harry pulled himself out of his thoughts, he noticed the rest of the first-year group, save for Daphne and the Zabini boy who'd been at the very end of the Sorting List, looking at him with expressions of mistrust, loathing and a disbelieving sense of personal betrayal.

Seeing the aggressive air with which they presented themselves, Harry sighed deeply before, clicking his tongue, he lowered a hand to Mana, who seemed to be snarling threateningly, her body crackling with static as she sensed the danger to her friend and partner.

However, with Harry's touch, as well as the air of reassurance that she could feel over their bond, the thunderbird fell silent while, as she looked up at Harry, she saw him smile before he winked once.

Stepping back, Mana chuckled in understanding while Harry looked to his housemates as he asked, "So, who gets to take the first shot?"

"You're a traitor, Strange!" hissed an unfortunate-looking girl named Millicent Bulstrode, her glare filled with venom as she snapped, "You don't deserve to be one of us: get out!"

"No, I don't think I will, Miss Bulstrode," drawled Harry, folding his arms in a confident, defensive manner as he asked, "Next?"

"How dare you sit with blood traitors, Mudbloods and filth!" spat another girl, Pansy Parkinson, her appearance and her brutish tone reminding Harry of a barking pug, not to mention some of the less-favourable allies of the Avengers – such as Ross, to name but one, or that Hammer bloke that Uncle Tony loved taking the mickey out of – as she spat, "You need to learn this lesson fast, you filthy blood traitor: Slytherins do not break bread with those freaks, but you dare to say otherwise and then slander the name of…"

"Lord Voldemort?" asked Harry, earning shivers from the rest of the group, while Harry scoffed as he shook his head, "And you lot claim to respect him, but you shiver like jellyfish in a Hulk stampede when you hear your great one's name? Pathetic much?"

"What are you talking about, Strange?" sneered Theo Nott, earning a raised eyebrow from Harry.

"Well, first, don't sneer; after all, if the wind changes, your face will stick and, for some, meaning you, Puginson, that would be a very bad thing."

While Parkinson turned blood-red at the insult, as well as how cavalier and fearless Harry sounded when he said it, the young Slytherin clicked his tongue before he indicated the group as he asked, "And, second: have none of you ever heard of the expression: dead people don't want anything? Apparently, it's one of the perks of being dead, not that I'd give that snake-faced monster from beyond the Dark Dimension a second of my respect!"

"Dark Dimension?" asked Daphne, earning a sly wink from Harry.

"Time and a place, Greengrass; anyway, in the meantime, be a good girl, Parkinson, and stop wasting your breath on matters that have absolutely nothing to do with me or you. As for the rest of you, get used to seeing me with the Lions because, personally, I know why the Hat put me with you blood-purist, magic-betraying, ancient-shaming bunch of dicks, but you don't need to know, so…"

Suddenly, Harry was cut off – or maybe he cut himself off – when a flurry of movement caught his eye.

However, as he'd already noted, not one of these wizards had any idea who they were dealing with, as Harry proved when he showed them all how he was choosing to be exactly what he'd said he would be.

Himself.

Before the source of the movement could get a word out, Harry conjured an Eldritch Whip and lashed out at the opposing force, earning several gasps from the Slytherins at the strange form of magic, whilst Harry watched as his whip wrapped around the wand hand of a pale, weedy-looking boy with dark eyes and a real look of hate in his eyes – aka, Nott.

As for the rest of Slytherin, they stared in shock as Harry tightened his whip's hold, forcing Nott to his knees, while Harry's eyes shone like green lightning as he asked, "I'm sorry: did you honestly think I wouldn't be able to defend myself with anything more than pretty words? You snakes have no idea what I'm capable of, but, if you challenge me, I'll be more than happy to show you…which reminds me."

Here, he surprised the rest of the Slytherins as he lashed a second whip at Pansy Parkinson, who gasped as Harry not only wrapped up her wrists with his whip, but also pulled her close enough so that she could see the fire burning in his green eyes as he hissed, "If I ever hear that disgusting word about any first-generation magic user ever again, I will feel no shame whatsoever in enacting swift retribution on the offending party!"

To the amazement of the Slytherins, a wave of heat seemed to follow Harry's words, making many of them step back in shock, awe and no small amount of intimidation while, as everyone else stared in curious disbelief, they all gasped when Pansy suddenly grabbed at her clothes, ripping them off as she gasped, "Help…it…it's so hot. Someone…please…water…help me…please…I can't…can't breathe…please…"

By the time the girl was down to her underwear, a ripple of magic passed through the room, bringing the temperature down again while Harry released both Nott and Parkinson from their bonds as he stepped back, leaving Pansy scrabbling at the ground for only a moment before, as though realising where she was and what was happening, the girl screamed and fled, her face redder than red.

Harry, however, took a deep breath before he told the shocked Slytherins, "Consider that my only warning about using that disgusting word…and if you want me to put it in laymen British terms, I've got four words for you…"

Here, Harry held up four fingers as he recited them, "Draco, Dormiens, Nunquam and Titilandus: like I said, more than just pretty words…growl…"

Then, without another word, Harry headed for the Slytherin dormitories where, to his partial relief, he found that the students had individual rooms that were marked with plaques holding the name of the appropriate student. Opening the door, Harry smiled as he found a décor that could have been described as Spartan in comparison to what he'd actually expected of Slytherin House and the students who occupied the house.

There was a single bed with no real signs of luxury other than the silk, emerald-green duvet and pillow that covered it; next to the bed was a single chest of drawers and a one-door wardrobe that looked to be big enough for a few clothes and a pair of shoes at most. A second door led to an adjoining shower area while, as Harry took a look around the room, he smiled as he knew that this was just another part of the individual creed of Slytherin House.

Stand on your own two feet with your own achievements and your own ideals being the way forwards.

Looking to Mana, who watched him with curiosity, Harry smiled as he asked, "What do you think?"

'I think it's perfect,' answered Mana, looking to the room before she added, 'Reminds me of Kamar-Taj.'

"That it does," agreed Harry, sniffing once before he watched as Mana moved towards the end of the bed.

Smiling at her movement, Harry slipped his Sling Ring from around his neck before he added, "And, on that note…"

Opening a Sling Portal, Harry reached through the golden ring to retrieve a black trunk that was decorated with the same symbols as the Mandalas that could be used as weapons all over it, the initials HJPS engraved over the lock, which was enchanted so that only Harry could open it.

As Harry went to close the portal, however, his eyes shone briefly when a hand suddenly reached through the portal, accompanied by a flurry of red, which wrapped around Harry in the object's equivalent of a hug. Letting out a laugh at the feeling, Harry watched as the portal widened, allowing not only Doctor Strange, but, to Harry's delight, his Mum, Christine, to step through.

While the red thing that had hugged Harry – his Father's Cloak of Levitation – returned to the Sorcerer Supreme, Stephen looked around curiously before, noticing the green motifs, he hummed softly, "Slytherin…"

"Are you mad?" asked Harry, though, before he had a chance to show even a hint of worry, he was relieved to feel just how mad his parents were when Christine hugged him, while Stephen moved around Harry and patted his shoulder, petting Mana with the other, before he smiled at Harry.

"On the contrary, son, I think Slytherin House has just gained a fine, young wizard, who might just be what this House needs to bring itself back to the greatness its Founder once expected of it."

While Harry smiled at his Father's words, Stephen hummed thoughtfully, "Plus, it's appropriate, I suppose: after all, you're different from them and with gifts that would make you a Dark Wizard, so the Fates put you in the same place, but not for darkness."

"For change," agreed Harry, stretching up while he blushed softly when Christine tousled his hair, before she sat down on the end of his bed, watching as Father and Son reunited, while Harry asked, "Dad, could it be possible that anyone before me came here as a future Master?"

Narrowing his eyes, Stephen looked to his son as he asked, "What makes you say that, Harry?"

"Well, it…it's probably just a coincidence, but, when the Sorting Hat was put on my head, there was this…this magical shockwave," explained Harry, putting a hand to his heart as he went on, "I can't…I don't really know where it came from, exactly, but when it touched me, I felt…I felt just as strong as when I unlocked my magical core thanks to Mum's last gift to me, if not more."

"Hmm," said Stephen, pursing his lips together before he explained, "I'll check with Wong: see if there are any records of witches or wizards before your time coming to Kamar-Taj. However, at the same time, I want you to remember that you are my son and you have the gifts of Lily and James in you, including James' ancestral blood, so there are bound to be some differences in terms of magical strength and ability."

"Right," agreed Harry, before he smiled as he asked, "So, since the magic of the school can't keep Sling Portals out of the grounds; does this mean I can see you again?"

"Only when necessary, for obvious reasons, but yes," answered Stephen, although his expression turned into one of hardened determination as he added, "That being said, when you go and meet Albus Dumbledore, because I've got a funny feeling that you will soon enough. Even so, when it happens, I want you to open a portal, so I can come here: I have a few things to discuss with him about what's going to happen. Until then, don't be afraid to be who you really are, all right?"

"Oh, don't worry, Dad," replied Harry, smiling as he explained, "I've already had one moment tonight where I've done just that."

Chapter 4 and it looks like the Snakes have just gotten a taste of the Sleeping Dragon Tickled, but will it be enough to stop them from making a mistake that might mean more than just embers?

Also, will Harry keep his 'promise' to continue to rock the boat and spend more time with friends and wizards outside of his rule-bound House or will he cave to peer pressure? (YEAH RIGHT!)

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: Harry sees what passes for lessons, which have different comebacks from one or two mentors, but, when the biggest fish in Harry's sea of staff is on the horizon, our hero has one thing planned for him: sushi!

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AN: Portrayals

Theo Nott: Tyler Posey

Millicent Bulstrode: Jennifer Leigh Green