The Power Within: A Harry Potter/Doctor Strange/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 Doctor Strange, Avengers or any of their associated characters: all rights belong to Marvel. 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: Based on my Secret of the Stone Challenge: What do you call something impossible? Miracles. What do you call a power or ability that's impossible? The power of Gods. What do you call someone impossible? Harry James Potter.
Challenge Information (AUTHOR'S NOTE: Unlike V1 of this story, this is just an idea inspired by the following challenge, so the following info is for reference reasons only.)
DZ2's 'Secret of the Stone' Challenge: Harry had the Philosopher's Stone: now he just had to put it in a safe place out of Voldemort's hands. So, what does the Boy-Who-Doesn't-Do-Normal do? The last thing Voldemort expects.
Rules: Grey Harry ONLY
As it says above, the story MUST start with the encounter on the third floor corridor
When Harry realises he has the Stone, he feels a weird, strong compulsion to protect the Stone
Voldemort MUST reveal he knows Harry has the Stone before Harry goes to protect it
How does he protect it? Harry EATS the Stone
As a result of eating the Stone, Harry MUST become magically-influenced/affected/transformed by the ancient, mysterious power within
What form this power takes is up to you
Unlike other things people eat, the Stone CANNOT 'come out the other end' meaning its form, power and mysteries are now part of Harry forever
The fact Harry's eaten the Stone MUST be the source of weird thoughts, disbelief and even horror from others
All pairings are welcome
Guidelines: Crossovers
Super/OP Harry
As a result of eating the Stone, Harry becomes immortal/gains a Wolverine-level Healing Factor
The power Harry receives is actually a curse (e.g. Midas Touch from the Stone's connections to turning lead into gold)
The magical clash of the Stone and Harry's magic causes the Horcrux inside him to be expelled/exorcised/destroyed
Nicolas Flamel takes an interest in Harry's new powers
The Stone is somehow flawed, limiting or putting a strain/price on Harry's new powers
Instead of swallowing the Stone whole, Harry chews it up like candy (think Natsu eating Etherion in Fairy Tail)
As a result of eating the Stone, Harry's magic goes supernova-level
Slash
Harems
Harry/Multi
A prophecy speaks of this very strange occurrence
Forbidden: Dark or Evil Harry
Harry NOT eating the Stone
The Stone's power not changing/affecting Harry somehow
Harry 'passing' the Stone through his body and the Stone 'coming out the other end'
Harry siding with Voldemort
Anyone convincing Harry not to explore/to give up his new power
Other than that, it's up to you…
Author's Note: So, again, another blast from the past finds its way back into my inspirational crosshairs and, for this one, I imagine those of you who enjoyed it the first time around are going to be just as pleased now.
If not? Well, you know what I always say: if you don't like it, don't read it.
Added Note: ALSO, for any diehard Avengers/MCU/Marvel fans out there, PLEASE consider the following:
This story DOES NOT follow canon in the MCU or any similar movie universes; so, if you like, consider the following as happening on another Earth in the Multiverse! Honestly, that's how I consider it, unless I'm actually writing a crossover in the MCU, so…anyway…onwards, my friends, and enjoy the fun.
And, again, as always, don't like, don't read.
Recommended Reads: Harry Potter and the Mystic Sorcerer and Custos Aeternus by Winged Seer Wolf, Child of the Storm and Ghosts of the Past by Nimbus Llewelyn, Trickshot, Bonded, Widow's Vengeance and Wands and Claws by JustBored21, Magical Origins by Dante 2K-25, Lightning, Part 1 and Lightning, Part 2: An Eventful Fourth Year by The New York Bear, Master of Death and Wielder of Infinity by bhanfhen, The Eye of the Phoenix by GrandSpaceWizard, Magical Blocks and Bonds by raspberry dreams, A Third Path to the Future by Vimesenthusiast and Harry Potter The Protector of Magic and The Protector and the Four Guardians by TigerSwarm9122
Key Pairing: Harry/Wanda; Sirius/Remus; Neville/Hermione;
Other Pairings: To be determined
Normal Speech
'Thoughts'
'Mental Speech'
/Parseltongue/
Chapter 1: The Manhattan Philosophy
As he felt the weight of the object from his reflective-self forming against his right-side leg, and the feel of the smooth, crystalline surface beneath his fingers, Harry still couldn't believe it.
Somehow, incredibly, he'd managed to get the Stone out of the Mirror of Erised, in a way that, like magic, had managed to transport it into his right-side trouser pocket while, in front of him, the traitorous, dark-side-serving Professor Quirinus Quirrell seemed more-focused, if not obsessively-distracted, by the idea of wanting to know exactly what Harry was seeing.
As Harry tried not to show an outward reaction to the Stone's presence in his pocket, he looked again into the Mirror, only to see his reflection smile at him before, to Harry's curiosity and surprise, his other self actually seemed to speak to him.
"When the time comes, you'll know what you have to do, Harry. Good luck."
Then, the image faded, leaving Harry unable to mask the shock and disbelief from his face, earning a confused, but still curious look from Quirrell as he asked, "What is it? What do you see?"
Realising he had to give an answer, if only to try and figure out a way to get away from Quirrell, Harry quickly stammered out, "I-I-I'm shaking hands with…with Dumbledore; I…I've won the House Cup and…"
"He lies!"
As the weird, ice-cold voice, which Harry had heard before argued against the frankly-weak excuse that he'd come up with in a bid to stall Quirrell and buy himself a little more time to figure this whole thing out, the emerald-eyed scion jumped in alarm as he felt an ominous prickling wash over his lightning-bolt scar, coupled with a sudden jolt of shock when Quirrell once again responded to the cold-toned voice.
"TELL THE TRUTH! WHAT DO YOU SEE?"
"Let Me speak to him!"
As soon as Quirrell heard that dark suggestion, however, he seemed to lose all his bravado as he turned away from Harry before he seemed to once again become a cowardly, stammering figure, "W-w-w-w-what? But…but M-M-M-Master, you are not strong enough."
"I have strength enough…for This!"
Suddenly, Harry had a very bad feeling about what was coming as he saw Quirrell turn his back to the mirror, before his hands moved to unravel the disgustingly-foul-smelling purple turban that he wore.
As Harry tried to back away from the Professor, he found himself unable to look away as Quirrell removed the final folds of his turban.
What was concealed beneath those folds, however, was something that would haunt Harry's nightmares for a long time afterwards.
Pale, blotchy, frail-looking skin. Ophidian – snake-like – features that seemed to stretch out from the back of Quirrell's head. And, most-importantly, blood-red eyes that leered at Harry before a pair of very thin, bloodless lips turned up in a smirk as the face hissed at Harry.
"Harry Potter…we meet…again…"
If he was being honest with himself, Harry didn't need that sentence, nor the familiar heated pain that he could still feel emanating from where his lightning-bolt scar was located, to know exactly who this face belonged to.
Somehow, he just knew who this was.
He also realised that he should have known all along who this was, even when Quirrell had been responding to the voice.
"Voldemort…"
TPW
As Harry conversed with the disembodied parasite of a spectre of his parents' murderer, which included a very tempting moment when the Mirror showed the young boy his parents' images, once again identifying them as the source of his heart's desire, he had no idea of how, at that moment, the hands of destiny were closing around him.
Fate, Chance and, yes, even Magic were about to ensnare Harry James Potter in their clutches.
And, when they released him, he would be someone else…
He would be…something…else!
TPW
"…you see, Harry; there is no good and evil. There is only power and those too weak to seek it…"
Try as he might to deny it, even if only because of who was saying those words, Harry felt his heart grow cold as the Dark Lord's words echoed in his mind.
All of a sudden, he was reminded of the hypnotic, mesmerising whispers of a certain serpent from a certain famous Kipling story: they seemed to have the same hypnotic effect on Harry too, who now held the Stone in his hand, looking down at it with a mixture of desire and pained defeat. Both of which, he showed in his face as he looked at the Dark Lord, as well as the reflective, ghostly images of his parents staring back from within the Mirror of Erised.
It would be so easy…
He could finally have everything he ever wanted…
He could be free…
He could be…whatever he WANTED to be!
All he had to do was submit, right?
As Harry felt his spirit seemingly turn in the direction of his choice, as though it was the most-inevitable thing in existence, he also felt a jolt pass through him as he heard Voldemort go on. "Together…we'll do extraordinary things…just give me the Stone!"
And, just like that, Harry's desire changed right before his eyes…literally, in fact, as the Mirror itself proved when the ghostly images of Lily and James Potter vanished, only to be replaced by the image of Harry that had given the real deal the Stone in the first place.
And, just like last time, the reflection of Harry smiled before he pointed to Voldemort before he shook his head.
When he did so, the ghostly image drew a thumb across his throat, earning a look of surprise from Harry before he nodded.
Now he understood what the image was telling him…he knew what his heart's desire was.
And it wasn't his family!
Especially not if it meant selling out to the mortal equivalent of Lucifer himself.
As far as Harry was concerned, there was only one thing he had to say to Voldemort's offer.
"You liar!"
"KILL HIM!"
Even as Quirrell launched himself at Harry, however, time seemed to slow down for Harry as he looked again to the Stone, letting his eyes flicker between the Mirror and the Stone before, once again, the ghostly voice of his reflection filled his mind.
"You know what to do…"
And, just like when his desire changed in front of him, just like that, Harry did know what to do. It was a weird, crazy, insane thought, for sure, but it was the only thing he could think of right now. Ducking out of the way of Quirrell's lunge, Harry leapt off the steps at the end of the chamber, bringing himself to a stop next to the mirror while Quirrell rose up in shock, alarm and outrage.
"What?"
"You want this Stone so badly, Quirrellmort?" asked Harry, a part of him laughing at the absurdity of the name he'd just used to challenge the Dark Lord and his treacherous host, but, at the same time, his current train of thought was focused on the very crazy, insane thought that had come to him, hitting him like a bolt out of the blue.
Holding the Stone high, Harry's eyes shone with a glint of madness as he sneered. "Well, come and take it…"
With that, he shoved the Stone into his mouth, earning a dumbfounded, alarmed and even horrified, disbelieving look from Quirrellmort.
When Harry crunched the Stone up like hard candy, almost shattering his teeth in the process, Voldemort was the one to voice his disbelief.
"NO! YOU FOOL! DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING?"
"Yes," sneered Harry, before he lifted his head and audibly swallowed the pieces of the Stone, gulping several times just to be sure that the Stone was no longer in his mouth, but, instead, it was now sliding down his gullet on its hard, somewhat-painfully-feeling journey to the pit of his belly. As he swallowed the last bits of the Stone's form, wincing slightly as the sharp edges seemed to cut his throat on the way down, Harry let out a sigh of finality before he looked up to the Dark Lord.
"I'm stopping you, just like my parents would have stopped you, Voldemort!"
"YOU FOOL, HARRY POTTER!"
"Maybe," agreed Harry, stifling a burp before he scoffed, "But what do you expect, Voldemort? Honestly? I mean, hello: I'm eleven! I'd think that being foolish, childish and juvenile is all part-and-part of being that young; I mean, what did you expect? I'd come in here all guns blazing like some over-obsessed spirit of vengeance? I'm Harry James Potter, not the Count of Monte Cristo!"
"KILL HIM!"
As Quirrell lunged again, however, Harry suddenly felt his body buckle before, to his shock, he retched, feeling something rise up through his stomach, where it proceeded to burn its way up and along his oesophagus, filling his mouth with a strong, violent taste that was hotter than the hottest chili pepper.
At the same time, what could only be described as a fierce wave of ancient, almighty magical force seemed to wash over Harry's body, enveloping him like the wings of a great and powerful, ancient dragon and an archangel combined, flooding the boy's body with far more mystic, ethereal, esoteric power than he had ever felt before.
As this wave consumed Harry, the only thing the young boy could do was scream as the force and fury of this superheated wave exploded out of him in a burst of crimson-coloured magical fury.
The burst was so powerful that it actually shattered the Mirror of Erised into a billion pieces, while the torches in the chamber were extinguished by the burst's magic, leaving only a hell-spawned reddish glow to illuminate the chamber's interior. This reddish glow was also the only thing that the so-called man dubbed Quirrellmort got to see before the same eruption of ancient, arcane magical energy struck him hard and fast, leaving the body of the Defence Professor burning up with screams of inhuman terror, the shade of Lord Voldemort seemingly following suit.
Fortunately, the walls of the chamber seemed to be the force's limits, as the blast reached the door Harry had walked through before it finally dissipated, leaving Harry coughing, gasping and, eventually, vomiting onto the ground at his feet.
"Wha…"
"HARRY!"
Harry looked up, just in time to see a flurry of brown hair, and a twinkling pair of blue eyes.
But, before he could say a word to the owners of the features, his body buckled once again, causing Harry to retch heavily before he stood up dead straight, tall and fierce, his green eyes watering as he looked at the frightened faces of his friends.
"I…I'm sorry…"
Then, to the horror of Ron and Hermione, and the alarm of Albus Dumbledore, Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, Saviour of Magical Britain, Golden Prince of Gryffindor, Star Seeker and dear-friend to the two aforementioned students exploded!
But instead of a shower of blood, gore and guts, the only thing that exploded out of him was wave upon wave of magical energy, which seemed to fly through the halls of Hogwarts like an eerie-sourced ghostly shadow, making each and every one of the portraits, as well as the suits of armour, the gargoyles and even the ghostly spectres – including, but not limited to, the four House Ghosts and Peeves himself – all tremble, shudder and even whimper at the force of magic that swept through their citadel.
TPW
In Dumbledore's office, Fawkes the Phoenix felt this wave collide with him, sending him into a ferociously-bright, and sudden Burning Day that was so bright, fierce and magically-empowered that it made all the Headmasters' portraits – even the usually-stoic Phineas Black – retreat as far into their frames and canvasses as they could go.
As for the Sorting Hat, he could only stare in abject disbelief as Fawkes' flaming body seemed to grow larger and larger, forming a literally-burning silhouette of a phoenix, which spread its wings far and wide, seemingly enveloping the entire office in his glow, which suddenly went from the usual reddish colouring of the bird's body, to a bright, sunlight-esque golden glow and, finally, a pure, almost-ethereal shade of white.
"Merlin's beard!" gasped the old hat, his wrinkled visage now in a state of perpetual amazement, if not alarm, as he asked, "What is this magic?"
Then, before the hat could get an answer, Fawkes' fiery body vanished, leaving nothing but a very small pile of phoenix ash to drift onto the ground beneath the ancient, powerful creature's beautiful perch.
TPW
Kamar-Taj
Many miles away from Hogwarts, in a hidden sanctuary that could only be found by those who knew where to look, a pair of green eyes suddenly snapped open with a look of previously-unknown alarm, disbelief and awe, all of which he briefly hid behind a firm, official look as he leapt to his feet and ran out of the chamber where he had been meditating.
Passing through the corridors of his sanctuary, the figure, known to those in the Craft as Doctor Stephen Strange, his Earth's recognised and revered guardian of all things magical – alias, the Sorcerer Supreme – and one of the highest figures of authority and power in Magic, raced straight towards the Viewing Globe, which, to Stephen's alarm, was currently alight with magical recognition, on a level that had never been seen.
At least not in Stephen's time as Sorcerer Supreme, which was quite some time now.
"What…what is this?" asked Stephen, raising his hands to the globe, if only to get a better look.
However, as he began to try and pinpoint the source, Stephen's eyes widened when, as quickly as it had appeared, the magical waves vanished just as quickly, leaving the Earth as peaceful and calm as it had often been.
However, the same couldn't be said for Doctor Strange, "What?"
"Strange?"
Turning to the sound of Wong's voice, Stephen saw his friend and ally looking at the sphere himself, his expression a mixture of alarm and curiosity, which he at least managed to mask quickly enough behind his stoic face as he looked from the now-normal-looking sphere to the man whom he then acknowledged for his position by bowing respectfully before he addressed Stephen as the friend he was.
"What in the name of the Ancients was that? All that power…so much mystic energy…it was like the gateways between dimensions were being carved open…for that to happen so suddenly and so…so intense; the only thing I can compare it to is…is Dormammu!"
"As much as I agree with you, Wong, trust me," argued Stephen, shaking his head as he looked up to the globe with an ominous look in his eyes. "If he were coming here to our domain, we'd know."
He didn't say it aloud, but Wong couldn't help but agree with that reasoning.
Stephen, however, still looked troubled, "No, Wong, this…this is something more! I just wish I'd had enough time to try and pinpoint its source before it vanished, so, at least then, we could offer some aid to whoever or whatever is responsible for this sudden burst of beyond-human…heck, beyond-me-level Magic!"
"Well, I don't normally condone this, but have you tried using the Stone?" asked Wong, earning a shake of the head from Stephen.
"Something tells me even using that won't help us, my old friend; no, for the time being, we're just going to have to keep a stern watch on the Earth and hope that…whatever that was…it gives us another chance to try and help…before it's too late…"
As Stephen frowned in suspicion and dread, he then turned as he cleared his throat before he indicated Wong.
"I need you to contact Charles as well, just in case this source is something, or somewhere, that even my powers can't reach…we may need his help, if not the assistance of a recent pupil of his school…"
"You don't mean…" Wong began, but before he could finish, Stephen left him standing in the Globe Chamber, the Cloak of the Sorcerer Supreme billowing like the wings of a demon behind him as he left Wong to his concerns.
Not that they weren't grounded, mind you.
After all, Stephen was asking Wong to contact his associate, Professor Charles Xavier, and even hinted at needing her aid in these affairs.
But surely the threat couldn't be that major…
Could it?
TPW
Hogwarts
"Harry? Where…where is he? What happened? Why…why did he…where's he gone?"
"I wish I knew, Miss Granger," replied Dumbledore, a note of defeat and sorrow lacing his words as he stood in the now-ruined chamber with an injured, but, mercifully-alive Ronald Weasley and a now-distraught Hermione Granger, his usually-twinkling blue eyes fixed on all that remained of his prized student and someone whom he had prayed would be able to survive what was coming in the dark times ahead.
However, as was evident by the badly-burned, shredded and bodiless Gryffindor robes strewn across the floor before them, Albus had to concede that this was not the case, though he didn't fully understand the who, what, where, why, how or whatever might explain what had just happened.
The magic here…it was so…so primal…maybe even primeval…and yet, all that was left of it were Harry's robes, a destroyed Mirror of Erised and, thankfully, a clearly-vanquished Voldemort – whose presence Albus silently cursed himself for not noticing or recognising until it was too late.
"Is…is he…dead?" asked Ron.
"I don't know," replied Dumbledore, biting his lower lip as he slowly drew the Elder Wand from his robe, holding it up to the air before, looking to the hopeful, if not curious-eyed students with him, he whispered softly, "Nomenis Homenum Revelio."
At the old man's command, a whisper of magic filled the chamber, before it seemed to settle over the ground, revealing the presences of Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Albus Dumbledore and…
"HARRY!"
Dumbledore sighed with relief: yes, according to the spell's results, Harry was here…but they couldn't see him.
What did that mean?
Was he invisible?
No!
Hermione answered that question for Dumbledore when she ran towards where the boy had been standing, only to hit dead air and feel nothing as she stumbled over his ruined robes. However, the spell had revealed the presence of a fourth person in the room, and the magic of the spell had also revealed the identity of those presences, suggesting that Harry Potter was there, so it couldn't be an impostor under glamours, Polyjuice or even pretending to be Harry while hiding in plain sight.
So…what was happening?
As Dumbledore watched Hermione fall to her knees, gathering up Harry's ruined robes, while Ron slowly stumbled towards her, if only to help her gather up everything there, the Headmaster smiled as he looked to the rest of the room. "Harry…wherever you are…whatever magic this is. Please, my boy…come back to us…if not for our world, then, at the very least…for your friends, whom I suspect will never stop looking for you…"
Stepping into the room, Dumbledore cleared his throat, drawing Ron and Hermione's attention to him.
"Mr Weasley, Miss Granger, as tragic, mysterious and relieving as this news is, I'm afraid I must ask you both to do something…terrible…but, at the same time, necessary if we are to discover the truth about Harry's location…and how, if not where, he may be as we speak…"
TPW
As Dumbledore explained his plan to Ron and Hermione, however, none of them noticed a single torch bracket's fiery contents burn brighter, before smoky letters seemed to form over the flames, spelling out one word…
HERE
Sadly, none of the people in the room noticed it.
TPW
"And so, due to how he was left by Professor Quirrell's assault, Mr Potter has needed to be sent to a secure location for emergency treatment and, at this time, it is unclear when he may return…if at all."
Even as they played the roles Dumbledore had requested of them, Ron and Hermione couldn't help but notice how the rest of the school seemed to share in their pain, even the Slytherins – whom even Ron found surprisingly-neutral to the news of Harry's accident and the treatment that he would require after protecting the school, as Dumbledore had claimed.
Speaking of Dumbledore, he quickly continued in a solemn voice.
"I confess, it saddens me that one of our own, a soul whom many of us owe our lives, if not our futures to, after the terrible events ten years ago in Godric's Hollow. It saddens me that now he has paid the price for his bravery and heroism, and how blind we have become to the wolves in our flock, which is why, at this time, I ask you all to remember how, when you hear that Hogwarts is the safest place in the world, you also remember even sanctuaries can be breached by those desperate or evil enough. Remember our hero, and what he sacrificed, if only so all of you bright, eager young minds can join me tonight…"
A few people actually wept tears as Dumbledore's eyes hardened suddenly, glancing once to the apathetic features of Severus Snape – who visibly flinched when he saw those eyes and the intensity in them – before he focused his attention mainly on the Slytherin Table as he quickly continued.
"And, when you remember what Harry risked, twice-now in such a short, lifespan, I hope you all understand why I say this: any attempts to degrade, belittle, smear, abuse or seize the higher ground by taking advantage of his heroic sacrifice for your sake will be met with extreme prejudice! And any staff member, be they Professor, Head of House or even Caretaker whom does not deliver swift retribution for this badmouthing, will also face the same extreme prejudice when it comes to answering for your lack of professional neutrality."
Even the Slytherins couldn't resist looking to their Head of House, as Dumbledore became solemn and caring again.
"However, I also promise you this: Harry Potter will return…and when he does, I hope you join me in reminding him of the very thing that Professor McGonagall says year-in and year-out: that our Houses are like family, which makes Hogwarts our home away from home. So, with that in mind, I ask you to join me now in raising your wands in salute, and well-wishes, to the boy who we pray will find his way home soon."
Not one wand stayed down, not even Malfoy, Snape or any of the dark-aligned families.
TPW
As the lights of the wands filled the air, however, nobody noticed the enchanted ceiling turn overcast and stormy before bolts of green lightning criss-crossed over the ceiling, forming letters that spelled out words.
I AM HERE
PLEASE SEE ME
I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM
However, the light of the wands kept the messages hidden.
And, by the time the wands were lowered, the messages were gone.
Wow, talk about spooky: there's something strange in the neighbourhood, but I doubt even the Ghostbusters could help: so, who might help see the messages and help a lost boy return home?
Also, where is Harry? What happened when he ate the Stone and what will become of him when he returns?
And, while Hogwarts waits, who is it that Stephen suspects, and Wong fears, may become necessary should this incredible power resurface and either challenge or confront and ask for assistance from the Sorcerer Supreme?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Time passes, but even with the centre of those strange things not quite there, it looks like the strange and unusual still comes to Hogwarts, though none quite as strange as what comes after so much time…
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AN: Portrayal
Albus Dumbledore: Jude Law
OC SPELL
Nomenis Homenum Revelio: An Advanced version of the Human Presence Revealing Spell that reveals the identity of any and all found in the spell's reach; cannot be fooled by Invisibility Cloaks, glamours, Polyjuice Potion and/or other identity-concealing magicks
