Harry Potter: Battlemage of a New World

Italics = Inner Thoughts

Chapter One: A Brand New Reality

"Well… at least there is hellebore and rosewood here, and a variant of the venomous tentacula," muttered Harry to himself as he got down on one knee to inspect the plant.

A smile graced his lips as he thought about his old friend Neville Longbottom and his passion for Herbology. Good thing he still had enough potions and supplies in his magical trunk. His silver trunk was, to Harry's knowledge, near indestructible. It was made from Goblin Silver and Platinum and had numerous protective enchantments woven into it.

If only wands could also be made indestructible…

Harry then stood up and scanned his surroundings, before continuing his trek through the jungle. His black dragonhide boots splashed against the soggy soil as he traversed through the jungle.

He had arrived in Kolkata here two days ago, after boarding a flight and leaving England. The twenty-five-year-old wizard had half expected wherever he went not to be that pleasant, but that didn't make him anymore prepared, or less surprised.

Upon determining his arrival in a brand new dimension two days ago, Harry had immediately gone to verify if the Wizarding World, or witches and wizards in general, existed. However, upon arriving in London and seeing a new muggle apartment complex where the Leaky Cauldron used to be, and nothing but plain lush green grasslands and a smaller sized black lake at where Hogwarts used to be, Harry knew that the Wizarding World perhaps never even existed.

Well, I guess Dumbledore was right in one way… Although, I had thought that the 'Next Great Adventure' to be less muggle.

Harry sighed as he trekked through the jungle at the edges of the worn-down village that he was currently at in Kolkata. He hadn't even known the destination of the flight he boarded at London from Gatwick Airport, after all, Harry didn't really care where he went, only he was going somewhere that wasn't England. It was of course, just his luck that he happened to land in such a place that was rampant with poverty and with high crime rates and drug abusage.

Harry vowed that next time he took a flight, he would at least research his end destination before confunding the muggle flight attendants and security around the plane to let him on board, instead of not batting an eye and cramping himself into the small passenger economy seat on the plane.

Harry was about to continue his walk-through the jungle until he suddenly paused.

He could feel it.

Harry made sure to keep a blank face but slowed down his pace slightly.

He could feel it. The watchful gaze of someone.

A lifetime of being in the limelight and on the run for a while from an insane and sadistic Dark Lord had made him very experienced in knowing when he was being monitored. Besides, Harry wasn't too surprised, this is the third person he caught spying on him today.

Under normal circumstances, Harry might've confronted the people invading his privacy, but he knew that nobody on this world knew him.

Whoever it was that was spying on him, wasn't doing it because he was the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry also wasn't wearing anything out of the ordinary, like some Albus Dumbledore-esk bright stary purple robes. Harry was dressed completely like a muggle. He wore an unzipped dark green thick bomber jacket styled hoodie, that was a size or two too big for him, with a dark grey shirt underneath, along with black cargo pants and black dragonhide boots that could easily be mistaken for regular muggle boots.

So, whoever was on to him, it certainly wasn't because of his appearance, he looked like a muggle who was going for a hike in the mountains.

Perhaps they discovered that I am a wizard?

It certainly was a possibility, but Harry hadn't used his wand at all after he exited the airport in Kolkata. The Elder Wand still rested safely in his warded and enchanted wand holster that was strapped underneath his clothes on his right arm.

Did someone perhaps see me use my wand on the plane and at Gatwick Airport?

Harry grimaced at the thought, he had been pretty god-damn thorough with not being seen. He even stood at dead angles to the security cameras, using his body to hide the subtle flicks of his wand when he cast the muffliato, confundus, obliviate and notice-me-not charms.

Harry closed his eyes and extended his magical senses around the area. After a brief second, he pinpointed where the direction of the gaze came from. He then walked behind a tree at a perfect dead angle, and with a near-silent pop, he apparated.

"Sir, we've lost the target again."

Nick Fury was furious, he glared at the monitor with his one good eye at the live satellite data feed of the current situation at Kolkata. This wasn't good.

"Have our agents on the ground scour the village, and its surroundings," snapped Fury.

"Yes sir," responded the agent before the line went silent.

Fury could feel the start of a migraine, things had just got a lot more complicated. He swiped his hand at one of the screens surrounding him on the bridge of the Hellicarrier. A file with a picture of a man in his mid-20s showed up. Fury glared at the photo of the man with dark untamable black locks and unnaturally bright emerald green eyes.

Two days ago, this unknown had shown up in England. It was like he appeared out of nowhere. They hadn't been able to identify him at all until they overheard his name, or the name he went with, when talking to a stranger on board the plane. It was some of the only viable footage they had where they could hear the man, every other security camera feed couldn't capture any sound from Potter or the person he talked with, and Potter's back always seemed to be to the god damn camera, hiding his hands from sight.

Target Harry Potter had also somehow persuaded every single person he came across without blackmailing or bribing to allow him to board a flight to Kolkata. However, this couldn't be confirmed as Shield could never completely verify what Harry said to any of them. Especially not with his hands hidden and back to the camera constantly. But from analytics of posture, they could determine that Potter was being polite and courteous, never once raising his voice and making any perceivable threatening gestures.

More importantly, after one brief interaction with any of the staff and security of the plane, they never bothered him again. It was as if he no longer existed to those people and could go about however he pleased.

Normally Fury wouldn't have been so concerned to attempt to figure out an unknown entity like Harry. He would normally simply be flagged down as someone of concern and assigned an agent to keep tabs on whether he was a metahuman with superhuman abilities, or a terrorist and such.

However, the longer he watched Harry, the more concerned he became. And also, how come out of all the places that this Harry could have picked, he picked the place where Bruce Banner had exiled himself to. Fury couldn't risk such an unknown being near the Hulk at this stage. If Banner were to lose control, it would be a catastrophe. Not only would he lose a potential consultant on Gamma radiation, which would be very helpful with Phase Two, but it would be a logistical nightmare that Fury had to go through to get the US Army off Banner's trail again.

Fury's eyes then scanned through the data they had on this Harry Potter once more.

"Sir! We've found him!"

Fury looked up as one of the agents on site reported in.

"We've located the target on the roof on top of a gas station in the center of the city!"

Fury was narrowed his eyes at the information. The target was just outside the city and in the jungle mere minutes ago, how on earth had he traversed over the difficult terrain and along the highways that were roughly ten miles to the city in that tiny time frame?

Fury glanced down at Potter's file once more. A new note had been added, "teleporter". Fury grimaced as another notable feat was added to Potter's slowly growing resume. Fury needed to solve the situation soon and get a better grasp of what was going on. He couldn't let a situation like this escalate with imperfect knowledge, not with the close proximity to a time bomb like Banner.

It was time to get answers.

"Coulson, contact Gonzales. Have Agent Morse take the Stark secretary case. Get me Agent Romanoff".

Harry sighed as he unwrapped the American cheeseburger he bought.

New day, new burger for lunch.

Probably was very narrow-minded of Harry to eat something like this instead of trying out more of the local cuisine, but after the spicy food he tried at a local restaurant yesterday, he decided it was probably better to be safe than sorry.

He was currently sat down on a bench that was across the street of the McDonalds he bought the burger from. From what he has read thus far on the internet from computers at a nearby cafe, it seems this fast-food food chain was a byproduct of something called globalization. It was used in a headline of one of the news articles that Harry spotted online. Harry still didn't know too much about what it meant, but he got the gist of it, cooperation and business companies developing influence and expanding their reach on an international scale.

Harry couldn't help but be like Ron's dad, Arthur Weasley, when he first read up on it. Harry smiled sadly at the nostalgic memory of the redhead patriarch of the Weasleys and his odd fascination with a rubber duck when Harry first met him.

Pushing those thoughts out of his mind, Harry focused his mind back on how muggles have developed in this world. The intertwining of culture and society that has formed from online platforms of engagement through the internet.

Harry had left his world with a secluded magical society in 2005, with wizarding Europe in shambles and in the process of rebuilding, he then landed in this complete muggle world in 2010 that seemed to be prospering, in an age of technology. It was amazing to see how far muggles advanced in a mere six years.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" came a feminine voice to his left.

Harry was interrupted just as he was about to take a bite out of his cheeseburger. He turned his head and looked up to see a breathtakingly beautiful redhead. If Harry's jaw hadn't already been open ahead of time to take a bite from the burger, it would have comically dropped open to his current state.

The sunlight seemed to shine brighter around her, she looked so out of place in this rough part of town.

She wore very normal clothes, a long sleeve grey cotton jacket, white shirt, and standard blue jeans. Despite wearing fairly plain and normal clothes, it still hugged her curves perfectly and extenuated her, uh, assets well. However, her body wasn't what Harry primarily took note of, it was her face and her hair. The slightly curly red hair, soft sea-green eyes, and her angelic face held a lot of similarities to some of his closest friends he used to know back home.

Harry took a second to snap out of his daze. He blinked and then shifted his gaze back to his burger, focusing on something mundane in order to try and shut down the sudden flood of memories of his friends that didn't survive the destructive war.

"Not at all", responded Harry as he shifted slightly to the right side of the bench to give even more room.

Harry then resumed eating his burger. The woman seemed to nervously fidget slightly whilst patiently for him to finish before striking up any conversation.

Seriously, am I that intimidating?

After Harry had wiped his mouth with a tissue, finished the burger, crunched up its wrappings and the tissue together into a ball, and did a perfect shot into a nearby trashcan, the woman finally spoke.

"Hi, I'm Natasha, I was wondering if you knew how to get to the temple Belur Math? I got separated from my tour group…"

Harry was startled by the question.

"Harry, Harry Potter" introduced Harry, "You came over and patiently waited for me to eat my burger to ask me for directions?"

"Y-you, were the only person here that seemed like you could speak English… I wasn't sure if anyone else could understand me," replied Natasha.

"Fair point," Harry then glanced around the street, "I am after all white, caucasian and eating a cheeseburger, can't fault you for your logic there," said Harry with a disarming grin.

Meanwhile, Harry's thoughts took, not a darker turn per say, but a more of a… paranoid turn. Harry was now at a quandary. Whilst Natasha's response certainly made sense, he indeed is most likely her best bet at directions and if not, helping her to a reliable source to guide her to the place.

But what if…?

He was perhaps too paranoid for his own good. Harry had long stopped believing in coincidences, not after all the shit he went through in his life and the devastating prolonged war he fought against Voldemort across Europe. He honestly never could believe, not in a million years, that someone as gorgeous as Natasha would approach him without an ulterior motive.

Goddesses don't just walk up to mortals and offer them a boon, it is the other way around. Harry highly doubted she came over because she was 'lost'.

Harry's eyes looked past Natasha for a brief moment. He could instantly see the number of men who had not so subtly turned their heads to look at her. They were practically trying to undress her with their eyes. A few thugs and other people near the alleys had even missed lighting their cigarette to stare at this redhead instead.

"I'm sorry, but I do not know where this Belur Math temple place is," said Harry apologetically.

Natasha's cheeks then reddened slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you then, I'll be on my way and-"

"It's okay," said Harry just as she took out her phone and moved to get up from the bench, "I wouldn't want to leave you alone in this part of town anyways. Come on, I'll help you find where you're looking for and get you back to your tour group".

"You would?" said Natasha as her eyes widened, "I mean… its okay to just give me directions, I can find my own way back and-"

"Trust me, you really don't want to be in this part of town. Not exactly the friendliest neighborhood. In some sense, if I am not being too presumptuous, but you are lucky you chose to ask me out of all the people here. Besides, us foreigners better stay together yeah?" said Harry with a smile.

"Yeah," smiled back Natasha, "Thank you. Thank you Harry."

"Secure in five for channel seven" stated the agent driving the van.

Natasha simply nodded and returned her gaze to the computer screen that currently showed a GPS map of the van's trajectory across the city streets.

It had been an hour and a half since Harry dropped her off. She had made it back to her 'tour group', which in actuality were a bunch of undercover shield agents posing as tourists. She then quickly made her way to the Shield van that had encrypted communications equipment to report to Fury as soon as possible.

"We are secure," stated the driver again.

The van windows darkened, creating an effect similar to deco shade glass, a one-way window to stop people from outside looking in, whilst the person inside can still see outisde.

Not a second too soon, the computer screen automatically switched tabs, the GPS map vanished and showed Nick Fury in his office on the Helicarrier.

"Agent Romanoff, report," ordered Fury.

"I don't have too much. Despite the target unexpectedly escorting me all the way back to Shield undercover agents, I've only yet to learn that he continued to go by the name Harry Potter. He also still maintained using a British accent, date of birth July 31st, is twenty-five years of age, which should make his year of birth 1984. He is also currently vacationing in Kolkata and staying at the hotel, Taj Bengal."

Fury's expression remained grim, whilst they had gained some useful information, this was all expected information that should've been easy to acquire through public data records and such.

"Although, I wonder how he is paying for his stay. He didn't seem to have much money on him, only pulling cash and spare change out of his jacket pockets. He strangely had no mobile phone or any sort of electronic device on him and perhaps the most valuable thing on him was a small silver treasure chest that dangled on a chain around his neck," Natasha paused for a moment, "I also believe that I may be compromised."

Fury's eyebrows rose at that bit of information.

"Explain," ordered Fury.

"Whilst the target unexpectedly aided me and led me back to Shield agents, I believe he may be onto the fact that he is being watched. I am uncertain, but I believe he expects me to be amongst those watching him. His perception, positioning, and awareness of his surroundings are exceptionally astute."

"So he's a veteran?" concluded Fury, "Coulson get me a background check on all inactive and active military records for Britain, contact our liaison at MI7" barked Fury.

"Yes sir," stated Coulson from somewhere left off-screen.

Fury turned back and fixed Natasha with his one good eye.

"Continue your watch on him, Agent Romanoff. If he hasn't pushed you away before, I doubt he will now. Persist and get more information until you are unable to keep up your cover. It is a risk, but we cannot afford an unknown like him this close to Banner at this juncture. Redirect him away from where Banner usually goes to if possible. As long as he is non-hostile, we can keep our distance, Banner Protocol."

"Whilst his list of speculated powers is impressive, I doubt he is as much of a threat as that one," commented Natasha lightly, "He also may have concealed weapons on him, that thick jacket he wore could hide many knives or advanced weaponry. The target can also just be another product of metahuman science experimentation as well."

"Indeed, but nevertheless, you have your orders. If things go south, Agent Barton may assist."

"Understood, Director Fury" Natasha then watched as Fury gave her a serious nod before the screen switched back to the GPS map.

Natasha knew full well that Clint wouldn't be sent over, definitely not now whilst the inspection of the 084 out west in New Mexico was being heavily monitored. She was pretty sure Coulson was supposed to be sent over soon, along with Agent Sitwell, but must have remained at HQ due to the appearance of Harry Potter. Natasha sighed as she opened up a laptop and began her search for the hotel that Harry Potter was staying in and make reservations.

God, the cover story was going to be awful.

Harry Potter definitely hadn't come across as someone who believed in coincidences, and certainly was not someone who seemed naive.

She let out a sigh. Whilst she agreed with Fury, that the best option was for her to remain in contact with Harry, it didn't mean that she liked the decision. It still didn't make playing the role of a jubilant college girl on a tourist group trip with her friends any less irritating.

Harry really should have been concerned, he really should have after he applied a charm on Natasha's phone and listened in on that entire conversation between her and this Director Fury of Shield. But honestly, he found it between a mix of hilarious, to annoying, that this Shield was onto him. He also found it amusing how different Natasha seems when talking to Fury when compared to him.

Harry chuckled to himself at the thought. Although, he could only laugh at it in hindsight. At the time, Harry had to admit, she had sounded extremely convincing. If not for using magic to eavesdrop, Harry would have thought he was going senile for even entertaining the thought that a college girl who was lost in Kolkata on a tourist trip was a spy for a secret government agency.

At least I know who's on my bloody arse now…

Harry then sunk back onto the small comfortable chair in his hotel room and became lost in thought.

"Agent Romanoff of Shield huh?" muttered Harry.

Unfortunately, his paranoia and suspicions had been head on. How… unfortunate. Clearly, these people weren't going to leave him alone. Whilst Harry didn't mind Natasha, if that is even her real name, approaching to try and prod him for answers, he didn't want to have to deal with that for the rest of his life. He already dealt with that some time ago and really did not want to experience it again.

Besides… Harry debated with himself, who knows what Agent Romanoff is capable of if we stop playing this game of cat and mouse, tiptoeing around each other with false identities.

Harry debated in his mind on what to do. Unlike Voldermort, he didn't underestimate other people, even if they were muggles.

"Seriously, not even one week and you've got people onto your arse again Potter, just great," said Harry to himself.

He leaned back, with his head drooping over the couch, staring at the marvelous geometric patterns on his hotel room ceiling.

But what about this Banner? Fury had stated that they would only observe him as he was non-hostile, some Banner Protocol. Who is this Banner guy, and how come he has such a thing named after him?

There were questions, many questions that Harry had. He hadn't expected this new world to have such advanced muggle technology or capable and competent organizations that dealt with the impossible. Honestly, if he didn't have to deal with this recent problem, he would still be wondering how on earth did this new world he arrived in get to its current state. He would be delving into this world's history, a subject he notoriously disliked in his Hogwarts days, drawing parallels and seeing if any new discoveries or breakthroughs were made.

Under normal circumstances, Harry instinctually might have just winged it and did something rash… like go seek out this Bruce Banner and ask him about Shield. However, Harry concluded that doing so might only aggravate Shield and make them even more cautious of him. The best thing to do was simply wait and be patient, something that was never really his forte.

Harry let out a frustrated sigh, the long game it is. He stood up and took off his jacket and shirt, firing a few freshening charms at them.

"Might as well clean up while I am still labeled non-hostile," snorted Harry to himself as he stood up to walk to the bathroom.

Flying Buff

Hello everyone! I'm trying my hand at a few fanfiction stories. I'm still a rookie in terms of fanfiction as this is one of the first few stories that I have written. Reviews and feedback would be great to helping me improve and get better.

Yup, there were a few changes from the Harry Potter canon, such as the war and how it lasted and expanded beyond the British borders to all of Europe. There will be a more detailed explanation about what happened and the exact circumstances behind Harry's arrival in the MCU later down the line.

Hope you all enjoy the story!

P.S. If you haven't guessed already, this fanfic story is inspired by Wand and Shield, by Morta's Priest, and Third Path to the Future by Vimesenthusiast. Please go check them out, they are great reads!