The Winged Wolf Chapter 2, a Harry Potter + Avengers Crossover fanfic

Chapter Two: Making Plans and Surviving the Wilderness

I guess I'm not just in the Harry Potter world, considering the addition of these claws, though I don't know which Marvel world I might be in as well. I have to hope it's the MCU rather than the comics, since I know that much better, but since I seem to be a mutant as well as a wizard, maybe some mix of comics and the MCU, hopefully.

Though I guess this explains the memories and how clear they are, with my whole near death activating my healing mutation, where my magic helped largely before. All those old connections in my brain revitalizing, at least that's my guess, with my magic maybe playing a part as well. Both working together to revitalize my health, though the malnutrition affecting my height can't seem to be helped.

Taking a calming breath again, the taste on nature on my tongue, I start thinking about my new memories and all these new revelations, trying to organize all the chaos and see what applies to what I know from the books. The biggest change is that I hold my mom's soul instead of Voldemort's, which isn't all that crazy considering the reality warping that is magic.

If you can use magic to tear your soul to piece, put them in almost indestructible objects to achieve pseudo immortality, why can't accidental magic tether the soul of the newly dead. If you add in the idea of Voldemort doing some ritual or spell to make another horcrux with my death, at a guess, and whatever ritual my mother might have done, well, anything could happen with so many various things going on.

Though this does bring the very real possibility of being able to bring her back, because if Voldemort can come back with his tethers, I'll make sure mom can do the same. I'll probably have to study rituals, runes, and potions a lot, but something should work, it'll just take time.

Voldemort is still alive, kinda, and his crazy sycophants are either still running around or will be running around in the future, so I need to learn how to fight. Again, something for the future since I can't do much right now, and I still don't know which Marvel world I'm in now, so I can't pick a teacher that's from that, or this as the case may be, world yet. I just have to try and survive for now, taking one day at a time, and maybe stay out here for now, if I can make it work.

Looking around the shadowed and silver forest, the beat of my heart rising, the sound of my blood rushing like a river fills my head, and I can say I'm apprehensive about my odds. Even with my healing and magic things will be hard but going back to civilization could mean going back to the Dursleys due to Dumbledore. I don't know what version I'm dealing with for him, even in the books he was highly manipulative, or rather scheming for what he thought was right, and prideful in his own way.

He made a lot of plans that relied on luck, made a lot of questionable decisions throughout all the books, and horded information like a dragon. By all means, I think the old man meant well, maybe, but that doesn't mean his actions weren't bad. Those suspicious tests in first year, not thinking about questioning Myrtle in all the time she died, letting my godfather rot without a trial when he vouched for Snape, and many other issues.

Honestly, one of the few times I agreed with Snape was when he accused Dumbledore of raising Harry "like a pig for slaughter." Making sure he was willing to martyr himself in the end, because there is no way other than hoping, would he be able to know that Harry would survive the killing curse. Never through all the many trials Harry went through, facing death again and again, even killing a man as an unprepared eleven-year-old, did Dumbledore offer any real help. Instead, he sent him back to the emotionally abusive Dursleys, cementing his lack of self-worth.

Even thinking about the Dursleys now has something deep inside of me twitching and turning, ready to lash out, spilling their blood over my claws, but it settles as I take another calming breath.

So yeah, even if I'm dealing with book Dumbledore, I don't really trust him all that much, let alone all the different versions of him that could be found in fanfiction. Plus, trying to trust the corrupt Ministry of Magic and the puppet Fudge, with both Malfoy and Dumbledore pulling his strings, will be even less likely to help.

No, right now the best I can do is to see how well I can survive with my current abilities, trying to plan more into the future after I get a bit stronger.

So, one of the first things I do is bring out my claws again, trying to figure out their metallic sheen. Turing around I test them against the tree, seeing them rip through the wood like a very sharp axe, but nothing like adamantium claws would. So, as a best guess, my claws might be like that organic metal that Colossus is made from, and maybe my other bones as well.

From what I remember about the metal, it can take a lot of damage, up to something like a large caliber bullet, falling from pretty high up, and some magical attacks. Though a lot of that is probably from the fact that all of Colossus is made from the metal, rather than just his bones.

So, if all of my bones are made from organic metal, they should be pretty durable at least, and my claws can be a defense for a lot of magic, though I wouldn't try it with spells like the unforgivable, or a lot of dark magic. Useful but nothing that will make me invulnerable, but I have to test some things out first now that I've calmed down.

Standing up I move to a tree where a branch is close enough for me to jump to, about as thick as my clenched fist, so it should be able to hold my weight. As I jump up I reach about eye level to the branch, rather than barley reaching it, surprising me at how easy it was to jump that high, but I ignore that for now as I hold on, seeing how it reacts to me.

Hearing the branch creak at my weight rather than outright break, I figure that I was right that my bones are composed of the organic metal as well, since the branch should be able to handle me easily normally.

Letting go I land easily, feeling my legs widen naturally to spread out and take my weight. Since I don't feel like I weigh a massive amount like Wolverine does, I think my bones aren't just solid metal, but has the spongy bone made up of metal too, so they're not just solid weight. So, I might be heavier than a normal girl in my size, but it feels more natural and shouldn't weigh me down too much.

Thinking back to what I know of Wolverine and Laura Kinney, which isn't a lot, I know that their senses are much stronger than normal as well and have an animal like instinct as well. Both should serve me well when trying to survive out here, but I have to see if I have the same and how well those senses work for me. The animal instinct, well, I don't know how to test that, so I'll see if I notice something like that later.

Figuring that I'll test the most obvious first, I try and see if my sight is better than normal, when I suddenly feel kinda stupid when I notice that I could see really well even when it was dark.

Though shades of orange and gold are starting to light up the horizon now, blanketing the lush and green forest, the clean smell of dew filling my nose. But nonetheless I have more to try out regarding my sight than just great night-vision.

Focusing, I see a bird in the distance, maybe a hundred yards away, seeing a beautiful array of reds, whites, and blacks covering it. Hitching my breath at the fact that even so far away, I can clearly see it as if were right next to me, I put a mental check in the enhanced eyesight department.

Closing my eyes, I focus at where I saw the bird, turning my ears in the bird's direction. Hearing the flutter of feathers, the slight taping as it moves along the branch, and its chirping, I know that my hearing is enhanced as well. Opening my eyes again, I work at being able to get used to seeing such a distance while hearing it move around, slightly startling me when it suddenly flutters its wings, flying off into the distance.

Not really sure about testing touch and taste, though I would guess that there enhanced as well in some way, I move on to the next easiest thing to test, smell. Not really paying it much attention before, I try and really focus on what I'm smelling now, and the world seems to take on a new dimension.

A woodsy fragrance fills my nose, but with so many variations intermixed with the larger whole. The damp smell of the morning dew mixing with the wood, the musty, earthy smell of the rotten log a few meters away, and the various animal smells intermixed throughout, though I can't really identify them yet.

'Awesome' I think to myself, loving these new abilities, even as my recent sorrow and pain fade into the background.

'But what about my magic' I have to wonder, knowing I did some impressive feats for my age when I was a baby. Thinking about that, I reflect on my memories then, trying to remember that feeling, and doing my best to see if I could replicate anything like that now.

Feeling a soft but strong warmth running through me, like a soft liquid light that's a part of my very being, offering a sense of comfort and warmth. That, that right there is my magic, something I knew was as a part of me as my claws and as integral to me as my very soul.

And speaking of a soul, I can feel a glowing warmth on my forehead, the scare no longer there, but I can feel her, my mother's soul, a small amount of my magic holding her close. I can feel some other kind of tether as well, maybe from whatever spell or ritual Voldemort did to prepare another horcrux for himself, but right now, it's helping strengthen the connection between me and mom all on its own.

Once again feeling my magic I try to shape it to my will, pushing against that feeling to do what I want, in this case levitating a stick in front of me, but fail rather miserably. Sitting back on my haunches, I look at the stick again, and trying to reach out to my magic, this time just feeling it, seeing the stick float in my mind and do my best to desire the outcome.

This time I see it slowly start to rise, feeling my magic start to hum and move faster inside of me, respond to what I want and will, rather than force. But the stick drops suddenly, and I feel the drain at what I just did, my limbs feeling heavy and weakness pervading my muscles, causing me to collapse to my back. After a minute though I am happy to note I can feel that my magic has recovered, helped along by my regeneration. I'm hardly a powerhouse yet, but my stamina, both magical and personal should be incredible with my regeneration, and power can come later.

What I should be able to do now should help me survive, even if it won't be very helpful fighting another witch or wizard. Since I'm only five, albeit a lot smarter from what I can remember from my past life, I think I'm in a great place with my magic and what I can do. A regular eleven-year-old might have more power than me right now but I can feel and control what I have much better. But even so, I think I probably have a lot more power than a regular and even talented five-year old, but honestly, all this is all guess work for now.

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Feeling my stomach grumble after a bit of walking around in the forest, I decide to put my skills to some use and see if I can grab some food and water. Taking a deep breath through my nose I follow the richest damp smell first, finding a small stream about a twenty-minute walk, hearing it clearly at I started to get closer to it.

I make sure to remember it for later as I make my way through the forest again after quenching my thirst, this time following a scent of an animal mixed with a strong smell of plants. I figured that following such a scent should give me the highest chance to find a prey animal, rather than another predator. By the time deep shadows filled the forest and burnt orange colored the world around me, I still hadn't found anything, when suddenly I came across a rabbit in the distance.

My body seemed to still all on its own, my eyes and ears sharpening toward the rabbit, and my heart sped up. With its scent filling my nose, I moved slowly, inch by inch, yard my yard until I could hear the rabbit's breath, before launching my body forward, all my muscles working in synchrony to get the prey in front of me. The rabbit, startled for a brief second froze, before trying to dart forward toward escape, but it was too late, two of my claws sinking into it, blood dripping from them as they pieced through its other side.

The coppery smell of its blood filled my head, almost tasting it on my tongue as my heart pounded from the short hunt, a smile spread across my face.

My breath was ragged for a moment before leveling, my heart still pounding from the short but exiting hunt. Feeling as I do now and looking back to how I reacted a moment ago, I guess I do in fact have predatory instincts working for me, feeling fine even after killing for the first time. Mind you it was only a rabbit and I do need to eat, but still, my mind has firmly put it into the prey category rather than feeling bad about it.

Slightly disconcerting at how unbothered I really am, but not something I can worry about now, or even later, but something I will have to adapt to and accept. I only hope skinning the rabbit will be as easy as YouTube showed in my last life, and I should be able to start a small fire after digging a hole for it. Time for dinner.

Master Izo POV

Looking down at the small girl I must admit to feeling impressed by her and how she has handled everything so far. After five-hundred years in this world I have seen a lot of things, so much more than most with my sightless eyes, my radar like senses picking up so much. Hearing her wounds closing as I arrived too late after hearing the commotion in the Mt. Fuji forest,I was taking refuge in. Seeing that she was recovering from her wounds at an astonishing rate, especially for someone with no control over their chi, I quickly hunted down the perpetrator, her uncle apparently.

Questioning him after using some creative measures to loosen his tongue, I was rather surprised at her being a witch. Though I have been away from the European branch of that community for more than a century. But hearing how quickly she healed from the wound her uncle delivered to her, she's probably a mutant as well, something already incredible rare, a magical one even more so. The last time I saw a magical mutant was a few hundred years ago, a man called Almeric Sawbridge, who had superstrength as well as magic.

After getting all the information I needed from the man such as who they were, what else he has done and why, I quickly end him, disposing of his body, leaving the car for later, before making my way back to the girl. 'Hearing that Dumbledore left her with these people was interesting, I don't know much about the man, but even I know that he wields a lot of authority and power in wizarding circles, so seeing his direct interference with the girl is something to looking into later', I think to myself as I reach the girl.

Seeing that she was already standing, drying her eyes after some understand emotional turmoil, my opinion of her raised. I have been a warrior for a long time, and I could respect the kind of determination the girl showed.

She then took her time to go over her situation and then study her seemingly new abilities, the impressive set that they are. Seeing her examine her claws, I did the same, smelling the metal from here and hearing it through the rest of her body as she moved. Though it wasn't dense enough by the sound of it to be a coating or solid metal, so regular bones but formed of metal somehow, claws included. Interesting, and judging at how she walked around with easy, good night vision with decent agility, going through the various forest obstacles, though she could learn a thing or two about staying quiet.

Watching her for a bit more, I can tell her senses are very sharping, seeing how focused she is by the Spotted Woodpecker a hundred yards behind me. With a very sharp sense of smell as well, judging by how she used that nose of hers to hunt down the stream, she might even be able to develop her own radar sense with senses like those.

But when she hunted that wild rabbit is when I was truly impressed, seeing her speed, precision, and killer instinct at work. Seeing how fast she regained her breath and calmed her heart also shows some amazing stamina, especially for one her age. Watching her dig two holes and start a small fire with her magic after figuring out how to skin the rabbit was both amusing and impressive as well, even if that rabbit ended up a bit burnt. Yes, this girl will do rather well with some training, and after the failure with Stick, I'll do better this time.

Plus, it's been a long time since I trained anyone, and she has no one, so I might as well give her some guidance and shape her into a warrior and assassin to be feared. But first, lets see how she will do without any help, and see if I can find out anything else about her in the meantime.

Yes, the next few years should be interesting training this Elizabeth Violet Potter.