Magic's Endgame: A Harry Potter/Avengers Crossover Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own Avengers or any of their associated characters: all rights belong to Marvel and Stan Lee. I do not own any other crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.
Plot: After the War, Harry vowed he'd never lose anyone again. Years later, however, the Magical World vanished, except for Harry and a few stragglers, all thanks to the so-called heroes of the Muggle World. Avengers beware: a sleeping dragon has been tickled.
Author's Note: So, while I imagine a lot of people might be annoyed and disbelieving at me starting another story, I decided to write this one as a sort of challenge to myself. Having never really written a Post-Hogwarts-era story, I decided to go with one of the most-popular fandoms and add in a lot of fun and games that, hopefully, winds up being a really big adventure.
So, let's get this show on the road.
And, as always, if you don't like it, don't read it.
Added Note: For those who are sticklers for timelines, here's some info for you.
1990 – yes, I'm forwarding the timeline by ten years for Harry's time: Harry James Potter is born
1991: Voldemort is vanquished the first time; Harry becomes the BWL
2001: Harry Potter starts attending Hogwarts
2008: The Second War ends with the death of Lord Voldemort: Harry Potter seeks a peaceful life
2018: The Snap
So, there's the basics; also, there'll be some HP canon points that will be changed, but this is simply for the sake of the story, so…enjoy.
And, again, don't like, don't read.
Recommended Reads: Harry & Hel by RedOuroboros, Harry Potts and the Infinity Stones by samhaine, Child of the Storm and Ghosts of the Past by Nimbus Llewelyn, God of Magic and Master over Death by mrs mary mack, Master of Death and Wielder of Infinity by bhanfen, Avengers: Battleground by Dante 2K-25, Heroes Assemble! By Stargon1, Raven and Reborn by JustBored21, Custos Aeternus by Winged Seer Wolf, A Third Path to the Future by Vimesenthusiast and The Eye of the Phoenix by GrandSpaceWizard
Key Pairing: Harry/TBD; Mentions of Harry/Ginny;
Other Pairings: Tony/Pepper; Others TBD
Normal Speech
'Thoughts'
'Mental Speech'
/Parseltongue/
Chapter 1: Not Again! NEVER AGAIN!
Harry James Potter was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the happiest man on Earth.
At just 28 years old, he was not only a hero to the masses, a saviour of his home nation and a symbol and figurehead in the uneasy, but, thankfully, manageable alliance between Magical and Mundane Britain, but now, after ten years of trying to deal with the fallout of the War, saying a fond, tearful farewell to lost friends and brave souls, and dealing with the aftermath of the Dark Forces, or what was left of them, Harry was now in a state of mind where he found his life being summed up in one word.
Perfect!
And, if not that, then…complete!
And all thanks to one sentence.
Endgame
"Congratulations, Lord Potter-Black: it's a beautiful baby boy."
With tears in his bright, emerald-green eyes, and a look of sheer delight, warmth and love that was fuelled by the heat in his heart, Harry held out his hands to the young Healer who'd said the magic words.
This was the cue for said Healer to hand Harry a small, innocent, and very cute-looking baby boy, who seemed to sense his new Father's presence as soon as Harry took the blanket-wrapped bundle into his arms. Like Harry, the infant had a small peppering of black on his head, suggesting he would, undoubtedly, inherit his Father's black hair – and probably the curse of growing up without it being tameable too – while, to Harry's surprise and delight, when the infant's tiny eyes opened, just a crack, he also saw a flash of green that was so very much like his own, it was scary.
Scary, but perfect.
"He looks just like his Dad," whispered Harry, tears trickling down his cheeks as he whispered to the infant. "And, for once, that includes the eyes."
"We…we should name…name him…Albus," whispered the tired voice of Ginevra Molly Potter, nee Weasley, earning a scoff from Harry as he looked up at his wife of five years.
"Not if it was the last name in existence for a boy," drawled Harry, earning a shocked look from Ginny, while Harry bent down and kissed his…his son on his forehead as he explained in a soft, emotional tone of voice. "It…it might have been ten years now…love, but…but I still don't forgive him for…for what he did…what he made me do…what he kept from me…"
"But…we…we had a…a deal…"
"Not if you were going to give him a stupid name, Ginevra!" argued Harry, earning a flash of worry, if not rage from the weak Ginny, before Harry looked down at the boy in his arms as he shook his head. "No…I know exactly what I'm going to call our boy…my boy…my…my son…"
"Harry…you…you need…"
Before Ginny had a chance to finish explaining, however, Harry drew in a breath as he whispered at the now-sleeping infant in his arms.
"Welcome to the family…Sirius Freddie Potter…"
With that, he bent down to kiss his son on his brow once more…
And, suddenly, to Harry's horror, he found nothing, but blankets greeting his lips, the sudden change earning a horrified look from Harry as he snapped his head up, but when he did so, he saw Ginny's bed was similarly-empty. The Healers who'd tended to her also seemed to have vanished while, as Harry looked around the maternity wing of St Mungo's, his heart turned cold with terror, disbelief, shock and alarm when he saw each and every bed, as well as all the ward itself, empty.
All of it…save for Harry himself.
Instead, as he looked back to the blankets in his arms, tears of rage, horror and confusion welled up in his eyes before, clutching the blankets tightly, Harry hissed through clenched teeth, "No…Sirius! No…not my family…not again!"
Flicking his wrist, Harry summoned the Elder Wand to his hand, before he waved it in a wide arc as he commanded, "Homenum Revelio!"
A fierce wave of magic flew out of the wand, while Harry clutched the blankets in his free hand, hoping against all hope that someone was going to be here; someone was going to be able to explain this…this terrifying change in events…anyone!
However, to Harry's sheer horror, nobody seemed to be picked up by his Human-Presence-Revealing Spell and, considering that it was him, as in the Master of Death, wielding his wand, the most-powerful wand in Creation, and anger, fear and desperation were driving his Magic forwards, this was not something Harry could accept.
Even worse, as he strained his ears, Harry heard the distant sound of wails coming from outside St Mungo's, suggesting that the Muggles seemed to have also been affected by…whatever this was.
Looking back to the blankets in his arms, which were still warm with his…his firstborn son's body heat, Harry clutched them close to his chest as he hissed through clenched teeth.
"Not again…never again!"
Seconds later, whatever wards and protections had kept St Mungo's safe from Apparition shattered completely as Harry's magic tore through them like a knife through butter, taking him with it as he vanished from the hospital.
Something very strange, wrong and unexplainable had stolen his family from him…again!
However, unlike twenty-seven years before, there was something Harry could do to try and make things right again.
He was the fucking Master of Death, after all, the single, most-powerful wizard on Planet Earth since…well, since the manipulative old bastard who had decided that a baby had to die, in order for the world to be put right – and that was just one of his crimes against Harry's life, which, even ten years later, as he'd told Ginny, he had never forgiven Dumbledore for.
Still, what good was that power if Harry couldn't use it to protect his family?
And, for starters, there was only one place Harry could think of to get some answers.
Endgame
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Is anyone here?"
Emptiness.
"Can anyone hear me?"
Desolation.
"Is anybody even alive in here?"
Abandoned doorways, dropped bags, discarded parcels and confused, frightened owls, cats and other animals.
"For Merlin's sake, somebody answer me!"
"Potter?"
As Harry reached the edge of Hogsmeade Village, his eyes widened with disbelief, as well as a mixture of rage, wonder and incredulous shock when he saw he was not as alone as he had thought, feared and expected to be. At the same time, as he faced the confused, alarmed, but also relieved expression of the only other person who seemed to be around at that moment, Harry couldn't resist scowling as he faced the other person.
He really should have been more-careful about wishing for someone to answer him and prove he wasn't as alone as he feared.
"You always did have a bad habit of surviving the impossible and unexplainable, didn't you?"
"No more than you, Draco," argued Harry, keeping one hand on the Elder Wand while the other still had a tight hold on his son's baby blanket, as he glared daggers at his former school rival, once-enemy and, now, civil, but still-uneasily-affiliated compatriot, Draco Alexander Malfoy, who seemed less-aggressive than Harry remembered and, for perhaps the first time since…well, since they'd parted ways at their graduation, the boy also looked relieved, if not pleased to see Harry standing there.
Harry, meanwhile, looked back to the empty village, as well as the cold, desolate wasteland of the spring day scene in Hogsmeade as he asked, "I don't suppose you have any ideas what's going on here?"
"No," replied the blond, running a hand through his long, blond hair – the look of which made Harry shudder as he found it only fuelling how much Draco seemed to resemble Lucius, even with their other differences and somewhat-estranged relationship following the end of the War – before he looked back to Harry as he explained, "All…all I knew was…was this weird, dust-like material; it…it seemed to take my…my fiancé and…and our son from me…even my House Elf was gone…and…and Mum…"
Suddenly, even Harry had to admit that he couldn't show much aggression towards Draco, not after he'd lost something Harry himself had lost, and not just his family.
"I'm sorry," said Harry.
"Me too," replied Draco, indicating the blanket in Harry's hand as he explained, "I…I heard that Weasley had gone into labour."
'Odd…I don't seem too bothered by him using her maiden name…not like I used to,' thought Harry, frowning in curiosity while Draco went on.
"I…I guess you…"
"I had him in my arms," said Harry, trying to hold onto his battle-ready, alert and, as a very old friend would have said, constant vigilance instincts as he wiped tears from his eyes before he continued, "I…I'd given him his…his name…"
"Please say you didn't name him after the ex-Headmaster, like Weasley's brother kept crowing you would?"
"Hell no!" exclaimed Harry, before he looked back to the village as he wondered, "I don't even know if Ron, Hermione or even George or Arthur are…are still around…but no; I…I'd just given him his name…Sirius Freddie Potter…"
"He'd be honoured," said Draco, earning a slow nod from Harry, before Draco gulped hard as he added, "I'm sorry…I mean, given it's you…I…I can only imagine how you must be feeling. But…but despite our pasts and…and how we left things at school, I want you to know, Potter…Harry…"
A faint smile crossed Harry's face as Draco went on, "If I can help you out, I will; even though my Father chose his path, despite all your help and what you did for my Mum…I still owe you…so many times over now. So…so if I can help you figure this out, I will."
"I appreciate that," said Harry, waving his wand over the baby blanket, which transfigured it into a small, gold ring that had a newborn baby buck engraved into the top; sliding the ring onto his finger, Harry kissed the deer's image before he looked up at Draco as he asked, "So, out of curiosity, exactly how did you know to come here? I did because I figured, if I was going to get any answers, I'd find them here…but you? After all, I seem to remember a certain fully-graduated Slytherin saying he hoped he'd never have to set foot in Hogwarts again…not after what Riddle did to it."
"Truth?" asked Draco.
Harry nodded.
"I asked myself: what would Potter do?" asked Draco, earning a scoff from Harry, before Draco looked up the path ahead, which led to the now-ominous, but still unforgettable sight that had been home for both of them for so long now.
"And I knew, even without guessing, you'd be drawn back to school…so, lead on, Harry Potter-Black; I guess it's time for us to go back to school."
Endgame
However, as Harry walked up the familiar winding pathway towards the school's gates, Draco staying quiet as the two of them kept their wands in their hands, their eyes fixed on the school, the emerald-eyed Master of Death frowned in confusion as he noticed something…off about his own thoughts and feelings.
On one hand, he was determined to get his son back, hold him close and make sure he never got taken away by some unknown evil ever again.
But, on the other hand, when Harry thought about Ginny, and how she was likewise gone and lost to him, the only thing he seemed to feel was something that was really weird, but also-comforting.
Relief.
Freedom.
For once, Harry felt like, even though he was intensely-focused on getting Sirius Freddie Potter back, as far as he was concerned, Sirius was the only one he was determined to get back right now.
As for Ginny…
The girl he'd…he'd married…
'Hang on,' thought Harry suddenly, his eyes flicking downwards to the deer-engraved ring on his finger as a jolt of realisation struck him, accompanied by a whisper of curiosity and suspicion, as well as confusion.
'If I married her…why am I not wearing my wedding ring? Come to think of it…exactly when did we get married? And, if she's my loving wife, and the Mother of my child, why does the thought of reuniting with her…why does it make me feel sick inside? Like…like Umbridge-level sick?'
Wow, talk about mysterious and emotional: Harry Potter seems to be the last wizard in the world…or not, as the presence of his old rival would prove, but are these two former enemies and rivals really all that's left?
Also, what could have stolen such a precious moment from the Master of Death to begin with? Is it magic? A new Dark Lord? Some crazy ritual gone wrong? Or is there a more-terrifying explanation, which may yet tickle the sleeping dragon that's slumbered inside of Harry for more than a decade now?
Also, why can't Harry seem to feel good about the thought of getting his…his wife back? And why can't he remember marrying her?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Hogwarts is like a graveyard, but amongst the tombstones and remains, there seems to be a flicker of hope: however, Harry still demands answers and, to his chagrin, there's only one image he can think of questioning, but he may not like what he's going to hear;
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