Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Marvel comics any way or form.

AN: I am terribly sorry for the long wait but it took me a long time to find a beta and also to think of what to add in the chapter. I can't promise faster updates, but I will definitely try to shorten the time between each update now that my exams have been cancelled.
Also, I am no way targeting any sect, community or belief in this chapter.

AN-2: Last but not the least, the first half of Chapter 7 is available on my discord, link is on the profile.

AN-3: I am starting up another fic. Yes yes I know, another one? But inspiration came and I have no impulse control sometimes.
It is HP/DC crossover with Harry getting sent to DC universe. The first chapter is currently available on my Discord, so those who are interested hop on to there. I am available there almost 14 hours a day, so any questions regarding anything can be asked there.

Link is on the profile

A very big thank you to Sarin555, Lordlexx, Lone-Sith, Aesix and SilvofFire for their tremendous amount of help as the editors.

Asgard, the realm known to the beings of Midgard as the seat of the Norse Pantheon and to the denizens of the nine realms as a whole, the home of the Aesir. An enormous palace made of gold stood tall and resolute. The branches of Yggdrasil wound around and through the golden walls and palace grounds. The golden structure itself was one of the two most memorable things about this realm. From a Midgardian's point of view, it truly was a land plucked from fairytales. The palace cast a glow onto the city that lay below it, shining much like a mirror would. There was not an alleyway that was not alight from the majestic glow of Asgard's golden walls. One would even call Asgard "Heaven" despite Valhalla having that title.

Yet, "Heaven" was the last adjective to call Asgard. The roots of Asgard grew in battlegrounds that were fertilized with ash and the Amount of blood that nestled itself so deep in Asgard's roots made the worst of Midgard's wars look like backyard scuffles between toddlers. And the most powerful of all Asgardians, the one who had subjugated each of its enemies with brutality, efficiency and his might was its King Odin Allfather, son of Bor. His appearance was that of an old man with long, white hair. He had a matching beard flowing down to his chest, and only one striking eye. Legends say that his right was given in exchange for wisdom. In his right hand, there was a golden spear, the famed Gungnir that he sacrificed himself upon to gain knowledge, and in his left, the reins of the mount rode upon, an eight-legged horse. Its multiple legs moved so fast across a multicolored bridge that the equine gave off the illusion of not even touching the Bifrost. Its name was Sleipner, the equine son of Loki and now, the All-father's royal steed.

Sleipner slowed down as they came upon the observatory set up at the end of the bridge. It was an odd shape, yet perfect for the one who stayed stationed within. Dismounting, Odin strode into the structure, his sole eye immediately finding his quarry.

At one end of the room stood Heimdall, facing outwards into the stars with his hands clasped behind his back. With a large two-handed broadsword sheathed on his back, golden armor and a helm to match, he watched out into the Universe. It would seem like the god had not realized that his King had arrived for there was no indication of such, yet Odin knew better than to assume that.

Coming to stop beside him, Odin kept the silence for a few moments before speaking, "Did you locate the source of power that was released on Midgard where Thor was doing battle with the Chitauri?"

Turning his gaze from the black expanse in front of him to the speaker, Heimdall, the gatekeeper of Asgard spoke, "Yes, my lord. The power was released by Harry Potter, a sorcerer who has traveled through dimensions to arrive in this one. His power is similar to Thor, but I could tell that he was able to control winds and the very air itself, unlike Thor who can only command storms and thunder."

"I felt a spark of divinity when his power surged across the cosmos. Tell me of his might."

"He matched Loki in a magical as well as non-magical fight before he finally ascended. While Loki wasn't unleashing his full magical might and was physically exhausted, for a mortal to fight him even then is astounding. His animal form, a large feline, also somehow gives him increased speed and strength on an unprecedented level. He is well versed in physical combat and using swords. Also, he is a user of Death Magic and has single-handedly killed hundreds of Chitauri in the battle."

"Is he a threat?"

"Anyone can become a threat if given sufficient reason to, my king," the All-Seeing responded smoothly.

Silence stretched in the chamber for a few seconds, before Odin slammed Gungnir on the floor and runic magical circles flared golden all across the chamber. The observatory's telescopic structure spun for a moment as the Bifrost lit up with all the shades imaginable, and a beam of dimensional energy reached out deep into the cosmos. Within seconds, it retracted back to Asgard and fell dark once again.

From the white portal came the two princes of Asgard, one of them holding a bronze container in his hands, while the other was in shackles.

"Thor, Loki, it is good to see you both back in Asgard,." the golden ruler casted his gaze at the two, before his eyes landed on the container in Thor's hands.

"I would have thought the All-father would have been languishing on his throne and sending orders for us to come to him." Loki's sneer was as impressive as the impassive face of Odin, his green eyes alight with fury.

"You both are princes of Asgard and my sons. Is it so surprising I wanted to receive you personally?"

A chill spread across the atmosphere immediately, icicles formed on the walls along with frost spreading all over the chamber. Thor, already knowing Loki was going to spit every droplet of poison within his heart, wisely decided to back off for a moment.

"Son? YOU DON'T GET TO CALL ME A SON AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE THROUGHOUT MY EXISTENCE! YOU DECR-"

Loki unceremoniously dropped to the floor. Red eyes rolled back into his head as they turned from crimson to their typical shade of poisonous green. His blue skin turned back into the pale shade while his fingers shrunk back to normal from the claws they had transformed into.

"The Tesseract?"

Cautiously stepping over the unconscious form of Loki, Thor kneeled in front of Odin then raised the cube, slight beads of sweat on his face from feeling the brunt of his fath- no, the All-father's power for the first time. It was far greater than it was from when he was exiled to Midgard. It suddenly made sense to him why Loki, or anyone else for that matter, never rebelled directly against Asgard despite his blatant hatred of them.

"Foolish child, his meddling brought that sorcerer into this Universe. I can already feel the problems this is going to cause," yet the All-Father made no such emotion true on his a glare at the fallen god, Odin slammed Gungnir on the floor, making the Tesseract disappear."Throw Loki into the cell prepared for him, and keep his mouth shut."

"Yes, Father."

Nodding once, the All-Father turned around and walked towards Sleipner, his command echoing in the chamber as he spoke, "And I want to know everything you know and gleaned about the new god."

"Mr. Potter, where are you going?"

Turning towards the speaker, Harry raised his right eyebrow.

"I don't see how it is any of your business, Mr. McCoy."

"I am just asking because it is almost time for breakfast, and you seem to be heading out…"

"No need to wait for me. Depending upon my findings it may take up to two hours for me to be back. After that, I will meet up with your top students in the courtyard."

Hank opened his mouth to object on the courtyard's usage, but Harry had already teleported away towards his objective.

"Professor, where did Mr. Potter go?"

Turning towards Rogue, the professor just shrugged his shoulders before walking off. The teen, on the other hand, looked towards the spot from where her newest teacher vanished before rolling her eyes and muttering "Whatever," to herself and walked off towards the dining room, the smell of omelettes and bacon already wafting through the halls.

"Sir, there is a problem. Loki's scepter is lost."

Stopping himself from glaring towards his second-in-command, Fury held out his right hand with calmness, utterly in contrast to the maelstrom brewing within his from the repair works being done on the Helicarrier, he looked down towards the tablet in his hand. His single eye narrowed upon the images that showed his retrieval team dead in Stark's backyard. Bullets filled the bodies with precision and intent to kill or disable in an instant. On the side, he could see SHIELD's vans parked haphazardly with tire marks barely visible.

Agent Hill began her report, "An ambush. Whoever it was, they knew SHIELD was going to take the Scepter. We have the best Kevlar suit in the whole world, and nothing short of military-grade equipment of the highest order would have slaughtered our men so easily.

"The bullets were fired with the intention to prevent the men from contacting us or raising an alarm. They were aimed either between their visors or elbows and knees along with chests to restrict movement. Those individuals were then shot point-blank in the heart."

Handing the device back to Hill, Fury asked, "What of Stark's building? Do we have access to the cameras?"

From the side of his eye, he saw her shake her head before she spoke up.

"Stark's cameras were damaged during the invasion, and the half-dozen cameras that survived were shot out with an EMP pulse. Before they could be rebooted, Captain had already given the parcel to the agents, who were masquerading as SHIELD."

Fury was silent for a few moments, going over the information in his head, "We have a mole in the organisation, the ambush and the retrieval were perfectly timed and flawlessly executed. The weapons quality and the slicing into our tech to find the delivery vans easily tells us about the number of resources these bastards have. Find them, use anything at our disposal, Army, Drug Lords, Cartels, Mobs, CIA, MI6, FBI, Interpol. I want that magic stick within SHIELD's hands ASAP. Preferably before some other nutcase makes someone powerful their personal 'flying monkeys'."

"Yes Sir!"

With a salute, Maria walked off towards the Data Analysis station. Fury once again returned to his very important task of watching the helicarrier being repaired.

In the highlands of Scotland, birds chirped in the trees as a gentle breeze blew across the lush meadows below them. Horses grazed over the grass while some drank water from the giant lake. It was amidst this tranquil atmosphere that Harry Potter appeared, his sudden entry causing the nearby animals to run into the forest. Taking a look around at the familiar landscape, a large smile broke out on his face before he turned around. His mile-wide smile immediately fell off his face at what he saw.

'The Black Lake is here.' The land was the same as in his Universe, even the Forbidden Forest was also present, but the Grand Castle of Hogwarts was nothing more than a dilapidated shack!

Teleporting in front of it, he gazed at the moldy wood and overgrowth of flora with despair on his face growing by the second. Vanishing the wall in front of him, Harry walked into the small cabin and looked around. In the next second, everything around him was submerged into a blazing inferno of blue, leaving naught but ash in the fire's wake.

Sitting down upon the charred Earth, Harry sat numbly at the spot for a few moments.

"Hogwarts was created during the late 800's, and it gained popularity around 900 when Slytherin went to the East while Gryffindor and his students took down three full-grown Dragons. If there isn't a hint of Hogwarts even being founded…" Harry muttered to himself.

As he stood up to leave, a small spot a couple of metres left to him caught his attention. Leaning down towards it, Harry's eyes widened in surprise at what he saw.

"Huh? A rune for light, what is this doing on the ground?"

The rune was in Devnagri script, the most powerful runic language along with the Sumerian and the Aztec language in his old universe. The most important thing about the light rune was that it couldn't be used alone in any of the three was always used in conjunction with other runes to regulate, form and describe the effects of the magical and light energy.

Clearing away the ash and dirt around the rune, Harry found three more runes for light in Sumerian and Aztec scripts. The four runes were placed in a circular formation, forming the beginnings of a runic sequence or a bigger runic circle.

A flick of wrist later, the ten metres radius area around him was cleared of any residual ash and dirt, leaving the ground bare for him to see.

"Merlin! This is the second-largest runic circle I have ever seen, and what the fuck does this runic circle does to be this detailed and complicated."

Walking along the runes carved into the ground, his eyes moved over every single one of them as his Occlumency worked full force to memorise and decipher the meaning and work of the magical letters beneath him.

After a full hour of walking in circles from one point to the next, Harry stopped at the centre and sat down with a pale face.

'A fucking illusion and locking mechanism with perception-altering and fidelius-like properties built into it! Whoever built this had a lot of time, knowledge, and experience along with a very huge secret to hide.'

Turning his gaze towards the set of thirteen runes in a circle that made up the light projection set with runes for hearing, touch and mind augmenting them in a triangular formation surrounding the circle. Harry clenched his fists and thought over the illusion those runes had woven around him.

'The illusion was powerful enough to make me believe that a shack was here, and it was created with enough precision to even mimic the ashes which would be created on burning the wood. The light would be bent by the runes in the inner circle while the outer triangle would befuddle the senses.'

Looking around once more at the Black Lake and the forest, Harry gained a thoughtful expression on his face. He shook his head, apparating away to where Diagon Alley was supposed to be.

Within moments of his departure, a cloaked figure blinked into existence in the runic circle. Purple eyes glowed within the darkened hood as the figure took in the burnt ground and the revealed runes. Kneeling down, the figure laid their pale white hands upon the ground. Immediately, green and white runes spread out from their fingers, and a circular altar came up from the earth.

Pointing their right hand at the altar, a drop of blood oozed out and dropped into the depression of the structure. The blood vanished into the stone. With a grinding noise, the land underneath them slid sidewards, revealing a staircase going downwards into the Earth. Descending into the underground structure, the figure waved their fingers towards the entrance causing it to slide back in place.

As the path finally closed off to the outer world, a faint sound of a woman laughing was heard before complete silence engulfed the area once more. The ashes scattered into the wind as the grass and vegetation grew back in their place, not even a single speck of the events transpired present for anyone to see.

It was around noon when Harry teleported back to Xavier's Mansion. In the last two hours, he had gone to every magical house, manor, site, and establishment he had known in his old dimension in the hope of finding any of them built and standing.

To his dismay, not even a single one of those existed: Diagon Alley was nothing more than a company headquarters, the Black townhouse was owned by a muggle family—not even a single ward or magical item detectable and to his great dismay—Potter Castle was, a Morgana be damned, ranch of all things!

Walking inside the entrance hall, Harry moved towards the dining room and sat down upon the couch beside the television. A heavy sigh escaped him as he sank into the seat.

"Seems like you are sitting on a sofa for the first time."

Not even turning his head, the wizard spoke.

"Believe me Jean, fighting a war against various nations' militaries while being the leader of a small army yourself negates the need and want for such comforts."

Feeling the couch shift a little, he cracked one eye open and saw Jean beside him. There was a bandage wrapped around her forearm and foot. Glancing down at her wounds, Jean shrugged and started to explain her injuries.

"Logan and Ororo were pretty hard on us today, well on me and the older teens. Apparently, the Professor is thinking of X-men being a superhero team of their own like the Fantastic Four and the newly formed Avengers. It isn't final, but if it happens, we would be helping the mutant-related problems worldwide instead of only going for the new mutants who are in danger."

"And how do you come to know about these mutants who are in danger?"

"It is a machine built by Hank called Cerebro. It enhances the brainwaves of any telepath connected to it, allowing their reach and power to increase manifold."

"Hmmm, Charles is already quite powerful on his own to be able to sense mutants from as far as Afghanistan and South Africa…"

"How did you know about their nationalities?"

"I am something of a mind reader myself"

The response was given with such nonchalance that it took a moment for it to register within Jean's mind. The next moment she furiously whispered. "You don't invade the minds of children whenever you please. In fact you don't do so to anyone without a reason, didn't anyone teach you that?"

"My parents were dead before they had any chance to teach me much more than to walk, and morality lessons were pretty low on a priority list for me where I was raised, so… sorry, not sorry."

Opening his eyes at the sudden silence, he raised an eyebrow at the frown on the redhead's face, who made his gaze, and replied, "I am sorry about your parents and how I spoke, I shouldn't have been so callous. I'm a telepath so I tend to get rather heated about the morality issues surrounding it."

Waving off her apology, Harry stood up and moved towards the kitchen built right into the dining room itself. There was just a wooden railing separating the two.

"Don't say sorry. I don't mind it, I haven't in a long time. Hard to miss something you never had. Now, what are the things available in this pantry, and where are they?"

Coming to stand besides him, Jean opened two cupboards beneath the stove, and two racks of utensils slid out. As Harry took in the varying sizes of pots and pans present, Jean moved to the right and opened a drawer, revealing a bunch of knives, ladles and spatulas. Bending forwards, she gave the suddenly observant Harry quite a view of her pale skin and toned ass. She opened the compartment and stood up, revealing numerous containers, filled with ingredients.

Her face reddened slightly when she stood up and realised that he had been ogling her rear. Motioning with her hand towards the containers she pointed to them.

"Flour, spices, salt and all other things are here. Since only Ororo and I know how to cook here, it would be very helpful to have a third pair of hands to help us."

"I'll think about it. For now, I am just going to make some pasta for me," he paused in thought, "and you, if you are hungry."

"Yesss~, pasta sounds wonderful after the hellish morning I had," she responded with a small smile and slightly widened eyes.

Turning the burner on, Harry put a pan on the stove. He then took out butter and melted it in the pan. As he took out milk and cheese from the refrigerator, Jean handed him the pasta along with garlic and dried herbs.

As he added the refined flour and garlic to the pan and stirred it, Jean broke the silence.

"Why were you so furious yesterday when you came through the portal—?"

A sharp crack rang out through the kitchen, the spatula in his hands nothing more than splinters. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jean flinch at the sudden sound and the shattered wood.

Negligently repairing the mess, Harry took a deep breath before answering, "Sorry, it was just the suddenness of the question and the memory pertaining to it that caught me off guard. To answer your question, I was furious on my arrival because I was about to exact revenge for the deaths of my wives and children along with many of my kind, but the portal dropped me here at that moment. All of the anger and frustration backed up over the years overflowed and demolished my mental control, but now I am getting back to normal."

A silence descended between the pair. Jean simply watched Harry stir the sauce. While she had heard angst and frustration-filled talks before, she knew not what she could say to comfort him. However, before she could ponder more on the topic, the smell of herbs filled the room as he added the spices and oregano to the bubbling pan along with the boiled penne. As he stirred the creamy mixture, Harry added the cheese on the top and turned the burner off, leaving the pan to cool down for a bit.

"I am sorry for your losses, I can't even imagine the sorrow you must have felt to wage a war against America in yo-"

"It wasn't only America, . It was the Anti-Mage Council. Me and the rest of my people were against Great Britain, Germany, France, Egypt, Pakistan, USA, Mexico and many other nations from around the world. It wasn't open warfare most of the time, but hundreds of ours had become traitors to their own race. At first locations of our residences and homes hidden for centuries were revealed to the Royal Air Force and Navy. Ways to bypass the protections hiding us separating our worlds were given to them, and we were slaughtered in our sleep like lambs."

His eyes closed in remembrance of the events that befell his life, Harry's voice took an angry undertone as he continued

"We retaliated to their oppression and betrayal. Soon it was a war between two factions. One with overwhelming numbers and destructive capabilities against us with our ways to manipulate the reality itself but an infinitesimally small number of people who could fight. When I was naught but a mile away from my revenge, I was standing in the same spot but an entirely different universe."

He jumped slightly as a napkin was brought in front of him, the pale fingers lightly dabbing the tissue at his cheek. It was at that moment he became conscious of the teardrop that fell from his eye. His raw, unadulterated pain from the memories still overwhelmed him in its intensity.

Grasping the hand lightly, Harry vanished the napkin and trail of wetness. He then met the red-rimmed and glassy eyes of Jean.

Floating two plates over to him, he couldn't help but ask the red-head.

"I know it is a sad story, but why are you crying because of it? It can't be because of the genocidal actions alone, otherwise you would have been crying yesterday and pretty much everytime any madman of your world is shown on the television."

As they both sat down on the dining table, Jean took a moment to wipe off the tears before speaking.

"I am an empath too, and my control isn't good when it comes to staying grounded. When your anguish was being broadcasted strongly, it bled over to me unconsciously and I felt the full brunt of it… Sorry, I understand it was an invasion of privacy and hypocritical of me to scold you before but I just…" She ball her hands into nearly blood-drawing fists, "can't always control it."

Cursing himself for his own slip-up, Harry reigned in his emotions and memories while pushing the water jug toward the overwhelmed redhead.

Accepting her apology, Harry pointed with his fork towards the cooling plate of pasta in front of her and then took a bite himself.

Not long after, Jean followed suit. And, as the creamy pasta touched her tongue, her taste buds exploded with the sheer divine taste of the simple dish. Combining the partially melted cheese with the herbs and black pepper, she was left melting herself at the texture and exquisiteness of the food.

A soft moan left her, and she made no move to stop it.

"I take it you approve of my culinary skills?"

Swallowing the food , Jean looked at him while licking her lips.

"Approve? I'm keeping you. You are going to cook this anytime and everytime I want it. This is the best pasta I have ever had. Just how are you so good at cooking?"

Giving her a small smile, Harry responded, "I will make it if I have the time. As for the second question, my wives were quite fond of my cooking and usually I made dinner every time I was free enough to do so."

"I didn't ask before, but how old are you?"

"Why?"

She shrugged, "Idle curiosity."

"I am 25 years old, according to the number of years I have lived."

"What does that mean?"

"In my Universe, it was 2006 when I had finally reached the masterminds behind the attacks against our community, but here it is 2012."

"You were fighting against nations at that age? I thought you were older or something with a regenerative factor like Logan keeping you young and good looking, but this is..."

"Unbelievable, incomprehensible, senseless, baffling?"

"How did you…" Jean's jade eyes flared as she glared at him, "Did you intrude upon my mind?"

Undisturbed by the show of power, Harry wiped the last of his pasta off the plate before meeting the green eyes in front of him with his own emerald ones.

"It was an educated guess based on what people have usually called me over my life, especially my wives and friends."

Accepting his answer she stood up and the plates lifted off the table with her and she directed them to the kitchen where they were dumped into the basin to be washed by whoever was on kitchen duty today. Jean turned to him and said, "Come on, let me show you the Danger Room."

"The name sounds fun, what is it supposed to do?"

"It is made to simulate environments, structures, anything the user desires really with the holographic and hard light projectors installed in it. We use it to create a lifelike environment, where we train our teamwork and responses such as rescue ops, or fighting the Brotherhood of Mutants again. Things of that nature."

"Seems a lot like Room of Requirement, but with less uses."

"What is the Room of Requirement?"

"It was a chamber created by two of the founders of my school centuries ago. It became anything according to the wishes of the person who summoned the room's door in the physical plane. It could create training dummies, environments. Also we could ask for books and money, though that was sourced from the things which were already in the room."

"Sounds magical."

With a perfect stoic expression, Harry just nodded, not that Jean was at the angle to see as she opened the door they had stopped at.

"Welcome to the training room of the X-Men!"

Coming inside what looked like a control room, Harry closed his eyes for a moment at the intense light shining in front of him. When the light died down, Harry saw some kids battling what looked to be a battalion from the alien army.

"How would you assess them, Mr. Potter?"

"Depends on their age and how much their powers scale on the destruction meter."

"Pardon me if it is intrusive, but this morning I overheard a snippet of your discussion with Jean when I was passing by. When you arrived amidst the battle, you alluded to turning New York into a wasteland. Could you shed some light on this matter?"

As a purple-haired girl blew away a Chitauri with what looked to be a purple hand made of energy, Harry turned towards the wheelchaired professor, and said,

"I assume that the rest of the older students and your colleagues are also curious?"

"They are. Please understand Mr. Potter, no one is asking you to divulge anything you are not comfortable with, but these children are my priority. I try to do my best in providing them a safe environment to live their lives like the children they are, while at the same time training them to be the best of what mutant-kind and humanity has to offer as a community. However, the last time I trusted someone with something important to me and the children, I was left paralyzed waist down with the world consciously becoming aware of us in the worst possible way."

"And you are cautious to trust a stranger around these children ever since."

"I have come a long way since then, and have done my best to make the wider world aware that we aren't that different at all from the normal homo sapiens. Sending Logan, Ororo, Jean and Scott into that battle was a gamble on my part. While each of them are powerful—with Ororo and Jean having potential to be an Omega level mutant—they were still in mortal peril during that time. Yet having watched the news feed and the public's reaction to the fact that Mutants helped out yesterday, I couldn't have been more right in my decision. The F.O.H protests in Alsace got disbanded today by an irate populace when they started slandering mutants, and similar incidents have happened ever since Captain America and Tony Stark both spoke up in the support of us."

"F.O.H?"

"Friends of Humanity, the organisation I told you about in London."

Harry was about to respond before a mental shout of pain slammed with the force of a battering ram against his mind. While it had nothing on the likes of Dumbledore, Snape or Voldemort, it still made him wince for a moment at the tremendous agony flowing through the telepathic shout

"Professor, Eveline has broken her collarbone and elbow. I am taking her to the infirmary." Getting a nod from Charles, Jean entered the simulation chamber and came back outside with an unconscious short girl floating behind her on a stretcher. Behind them three more teens came out, all of them in various states of disarray with bruises or minor burn marks on them.

"Mr. Potter, if you don't mind me asking, what was your purpose for going out this morning?"

"Nothing much, just wanted to see if some structures of my universe existed in this one or not. They don't, otherwise things would have been much better."

Nodding his head in understanding, Charles continued, "I see. Tell me, Mr. Potter, I didn't get to see your combat prowess much to be frank. Would you be amenable to go inside the Danger Room and show me?"

"No problem for me, just tell me how much power output can the Danger Room handle."

"Enough to make Las Vegas run for two weeks." Charles said with a small smirk.

Harry's eyes widened, "That's...impressive."

As Charles moved his wheelchair to set up the holograms, Harry walked inside the chamber and stood at the center. Still in his jeans and shirt combo, he summoned his swords to his hands. The scimitars instantly transformed into two black chokutos, their hilts completely black with grey highlights while the blade was carbon black in color and almost a meter long.

Spinning the blades around, Harry settled into a stance as buildings and rubble formed all around him.

"This is the simulation that was completed by Logan this morning, and as you know he is trained in several martial arts while also having his adamantium claws. While we know about the sharpness of those swords, what fighting styles do you know?"

Glancing up at Ororo as she came to stop besides Charles, Harry spoke,

"besides knowing how to fight with scimitars, xiphos, katanas, chokutos, Indian swords, and longswords, I also took time to learn the basics of judo, while completely learning Wing-Chun, Kalaripayattu and Muay-Thai."

As soon as he stopped speaking, the first of his enemies came out of the buildings, surrounding him. Ninjas in completely black clothing wielding katanas and kunais rushed at him while some waited at the back.

Blood roaring in his ears, Harry bent his legs and front flipped forwards, locking his knees beside the ninjas' head while thrusting his blades through the chests of the two beside him.

Flipping backwards with his knees still holding the ninja by the neck, he slammed the assassin down on the ground, breaking his skull inwards with force.

In the same movement, he rolled backwards as shurikens and kunais landed a hairbreadth away from him.

Jumping upwards, Harry slammed his knee into a head, snapping the neck with the hit while parrying a strike against his legs. Twisting the other chokuto into reverse grip, Harry slammed the hilt into the ribs of his enemy as he ducked under a swipe aimed at his neck.

Jumping backwards to create some distance, Harry looked at the dozen ninjas, now surrounding him in a circle. Turning his swords into katanas, Harry ran forwards as he cloaked himself in fire, hot enough to melt ground beneath him instantly.

"He is in excellent form, his strikes are quick and powerful without exposing too many opportunities for someone to take advantage of. Only Logan will be able to challenge him in a physical fight here." As Ororo gave her assessment, Harry punched a ninja in his face, turning it into pulp and bits of bone and taking a roundhouse kick to his face with just a jerk of his head "And that is not taking into account his enhanced strength."

Nodding his head, Charles spoke, "I am calling Logan back. has agreed to share some details of his life."

"You mean to tell me that you didn't look into his mind like you did for those spies that Logan found last month?"

"He would have found my intrusion. While unknown to me, Mr. Potter is equipped with his own form of telepathy and is able to block attacks on his mind while also performing intrusions on others. That man has many secrets and hopefully none are harmful."

"We all have our secrets Charles, don't tell me I know everything there is to know about you," she chided him.

"I thought you would have called the older members too?"

Coming inside Charles' office right after taking a bath. Harry sat down and nodded towards Charles, receiving one in return.

"While Scott is the field leader, Jean and Kurt wanted to know more about you, I didn't want to include them now. You are free to tell them whatever you want on your own. However, Hank, Ororo and Logan are the most senior and my closest confidantes."

Acquiescing the professor's point with a nod, Harry folded his hand across his chest and spoke

"Ask the questions, but if I don't want to answer them then I won't."

Summoning a bottle of water to him from the fridge, Harry took a sip before nodding towards the mutants

"Why did you have the scent of so many people's blood on you yesterday?" Logan decided to break the ice and start with what he thought was an important question.

"I tore apart the security forces of my enemy by turning my hands into claws, naturally the blood was going to go somewhere. From what I understand, you are familiar with this phenomenon."

While Charles and Ororo showed varying levels of queasiness at the action described, Logan just grunted and drank more of his beer.

"Can you tell us more about yourself and the war you were a part of?"

As soon as the question left Charles's mouth, Harry chuckled a little before speaking.

"My name is Harry James Potter, or Harry Sirius Black, or Harry Ignotus Peverell depending upon which House I was representing, otherwise I was born Harry Potter, son of James and Lily Potter, and blood-adopted godson of Sirius Orion Black III. I was born on 31 July 1980 to James and Lily Potter amidst a civil war going on in Magical Britain. The war wa-"

"Magical? Does that mean you are a wizard?" Ororo couldn't stop the question from slipping out.

"Yes Ms. Munroe, I am a hundred percent authentic wizard and not a charlatan street performer." Ororo nodded her head but still looked slightly shocked.

"To understand the civil war, you must understand the history of my community. In my universe, a percentage of the population was able to wield magic, while a larger percentage was unable to do so. Alongside these humans existed magical creatures like goblins, dragons and almost every animal of myths and legends"

Taking a deep breath, Harry schooled his expression before continuing
"For centuries we co-existed, but then with the spread of Christianity and other religions calling us mages the spawn of the Devil and other such things, we were hunted down by townspeople. Teleporting was not invented yet, so whoever was caught by the folks was almost guaranteed a death, since offensive magics at that time were usually long incantations or extremely demanding on concentration.

"Not a single one was spared from the muggles', that is the non-magicals' superstition whether it be a toddler or an old woman. However we learned to hide ourselves beneath their noses with the invention of muggle-repelling wards to confuse those without magic. Not every community needed such measures, the North American tribes free of Christianity at that time practiced magic without fear, and mages in Indian Subcontinent, other than the Islamic nations and to an extent in China, were safe from prosecution. Indonesia, Myanmar, and Russia had magical communities in full view of the public."

Charles spoke at that moment with a frown on his face, "Why didn't some countries react to your species like others?"

"Because religion at that time was a big thing, and in the Oriental World mysticism was associated with gods at the time. Also, manuscripts and written records from the time of Buddha, Krishna and many other deities were preserved in China, India, Sri Lanka and Indonesia, showing our presence from ancient times. We were healers and helpers, and sometimes protectors too when an errant magical animal may enter the villages and cities."

"So why didn't you show these manuscripts in Europe? It would have proved that you have existed since the time of gods and weren't the spawns of the Devil."

Taking a sip of water slowly, Harry thought about the best way to answer the question posed by Ororo.

"Because the Church was the prime authority at the time, with access to libraries and manuscripts. Many of them were burned due the papyrus being 'full of heretic knowledge' or 'mad whispers of pagans'. Except for Christianity, any other religion in Europe was on the decline, with temples of gods and places of worship being demolished to construct more churches. They derided every other belief as pagan and it would have made no difference to them.

"Sometime later, the Statue of Secrecy was enacted worldwide, a decree all magicals had to follow to hide magic from the muggles when almost two thousand wizards, witches and a tribe of goblins were slaughtered in Eastern Germany."

"Wait a minute, if you guys weren't living with the muggles, then how did you get the land for your race and the number of animals you people must have removed from the non-magical areas?"

A small chuckle later Harry said, "That...that was the second biggest secret we hid from the muggles. Depending upon our needs, we took away the portion of land we needed, with the powerful and influential families at the time taking enough land to eclipse complete cities themselves. To put into perspective, in Great Britain and all the UK's territories, the muggles could see and knew about only 45 percent of the landmass.".

"I was almost expecting that answer," Charles said with a sigh, "but not that figure. It seems you all grabbed what you could without caring for the muggles."

Shrugging slightly Harry spoke, "You wouldn't believe the amount of area magical animals need. It wasn't all for us wizards and witches, we had the creatures to think about too. A Dragon or a similarly sized creature needs miles of airspace and landmass to keep it relatively unagitated, and it is better to give ample area to such apex predators instead of making them feel boxed in."

Charles nodded thoughtfully at the answer, after which Harry continued.

"Now before we proceed forwards a bit of information is needed. In my community a certain importance was placed on what family you hailed from.

"As I said blood is what carries our magic, and some families over the centuries developed a particular affinity to some magics, making their blood infused with it, maybe tuned, for want of a better term. Since these families were so old, they were the ones with in depth knowledge on many types of magics, locations, had businesses in practically every commodity and money enough to build whole mansions with gold.

"In Wizengamot, these houses had hereditary seats with a set number of votes allotted to them based on their status. Magicals hailing from two sets of wizarding parents came to be known as purebloods, while those with muggle parents came to be known as muggleborns. The problems started when the muggle world started advancing at a rapid pace and the muggleborns came into ours without thinking about what really was happening.

"Comments about how we were backwards with our castles, coins, robes, quills and parchments became commonplace with some of them. This irked some of the purebloods immensely, the muggleborns basically immigrated into a new country and without learning the reasons slandered almost everything they could find."

A cough drew his attention towards Ororo, the white haired woman frowning slightly.

"Was something like information packets about the customs unavailable?"

Harry nodded, "It was available to the muggleborns, at least until 1955 when Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of our School and the most influential wizard in the world removed it. Instead he turned Samhain and Yule to Halloween and Christmas to better accommodate the muggleborns.

"Now, Such muggleborns came to be called Mudbloods, those who sully their magical blood with these types of words and thoughts or those who were unworthy of magic. By the time the 1950's came around, muggleborn and pureblood tensions were on an all time high. Dumbledore changing the traditional feast of Samhain and Beltane to Halloween and other muggle traditions to make muggleborns feel more welcome in Hogwarts didn't help much."

His eyes turned towards the ceiling, his voice taking a far-way tone while Charles felt his anger and grief waft off his mind. Deciding to stop the talk now, Charles opened his mouth to do so, but Harry continued speaking.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, a terrifyingly powerful and talented wizard with hatred against muggles due to his own childhood in an under-resourced, war-torn orphanage, rallied all the pureblood houses under him against the 'mudbloods'. His alias of Lord Voldemort, a descendant of Salazar Slytherin became synonymous with fear on a level never seen befo-, yes?"

Lowering his hand Charles spoke "The changing of traditional holidays done in a school alone couldn't have been such a major factor, unless I am missing something else?"

"Those celebrations weren't just a feast or a holiday," Shaking his head, Harry continued," it was a day when the people honoured their lost relatives and ancestors with offerings or a minor ritual to Morrigan and other deities. Dumbledore didn't just stop the students from doing so in Hogwarts, he outlawed ritualistic magic and blood magic too, which caused a lot of discontent amongst the traditionalists. That was centuries, even millennia of traditions that had just stopped."

"But how could a headmaster do such a thing? Was it a dictatorship?"

"No it wasn't, at least not formally, but Dumbledore was the most powerful Wizard in the world at the time, and had defeated Grindelwald, an absolute monster of a powerhouse in recent memory and stopped his war against the muggles. Nobody wanted to upset him, and everybody thought of him as a champion of righteousness and 'Light'. While an excellent wizard and an amazing teacher, he had a pretty black and white look on magic, also a penchant for interfering and deciding how others should live."

Taking a sip of water once again, Harry closed his eyes as memories of Dumbledore swam through his mind. While Dumbledore had manipulated him and his life, and was an absolute shit of a human being overall, there was no doubt in his mind that Dumbledore had earned his title as the next Merlin. While Voldemort and him both were more powerful than Dumblredore, they never could match the sheer flare of Dumblredore's theatrics and the ease with which he performed magic on a scale that would leave a lesser man dead with exhaustion. Bringing himself out of his thoughts, Harry continued his tale

"In 1970's Voldemort began his conquest of Britain, his army consisting of wizards and witches from Britain and abroad and a plethora of Magical creatures. Muggle areas were attacked heavily, leaving hundreds dead and the Ministry overworked to try and keep us hidden and the Statute of Secrecy upheld."

"Albus Dumbledore formed a group of fighters to fight Voldemort, and whenever they clashed on the battlefields, Dumbledore always equaled Voldemort's greater magical power with his own greater experience."

"Before my mother was pregnant, a prophecy was given about the child born on July's end who would have the power to end Voldemort and will be marked by him. Voldemort chose me, and found my parents when their location was betrayed by my father's friend. My parents were killed, but my mother enacted a blood ritual that created a protection over me with her life as a sacrifice to power it. Lord Voldemort was killed that night and I was hailed as the boy-who-lived, the hero of the whole Britain."

"They were so stupid as to think that you as a one year old could have felled this Voldemort?"

Glancing towards Charles, Harry gave a small chuckle as he spoke, "They were, because no one had ever survived the Killing curse if touched by it. The fact that it was Dumbledore who proclaimed this made it all the more true in the public's eyes, after all, he was the greatest wizard alive. No one chose to remember that there was no one in the room except for Lord Voldemort and my adorable nappied self." Ororo and Charles smirked at his comment, Logan just kept nursing his beer but had a nearly unnoticeable smirk on his face.

"After that Dumbledore left me at my muggle aunt's house and when I got to Hogwarts I was essentially a muggle-born, unknowing of my political and financial status, being the boy-who-lived and what it meant to be heir to the Potter name.

"Due to Dumbledore's machinations, I started off with two die-hard Dumbledore fans as my first friends while gaining a dislike for Slytherin house due one of them quite strongly supporting Dumbledore while also vilifying Slytherin at the same time. The fact that my parents had been Gryffindors and Lord Voldemort had been a Slytherin only solidified it. After getting sorted into Gryffindor, I befriended a muggleborn named Hermione Granger, a smart and powerful witch with a teacher's pet streak miles wide." Harry took a drink of his water to remove the dryness from speaking so long.

"At the end of the year Lord Voldemort attempted to gain a physical body, revealing himself to be alive and just lacking a body for all these years. I stopped him and was sent back to my relatives when the year ended.

"In the second year, Voldemort's sixteen year old shadow attempted to come back to the world of living by absorbing the magic and soul of a girl. I stalled him this time too and found myself to be a descendant of Slytherin from my mother's side.

"During the third year I came to know the Potter family had a marriage agreement with the Greengrass family, one on the same level of social status as the Blacks. My fiancee wasn't happy with the thought, and downright furious with me for being...me. Daphne pretty much told me to shape up with my studies and appearance or she would make sure to find a way to make my life suck more than usual. I really didn't have any issue with this as my studies had taken more of a priority for me when I realised that Voldemort wasn't going to stop trying to kill me ever, so I learned and trained in secret. My practical skills skyrocketed, and by the time the year ended I was one of the best students to walk through Hogwarts.

"For the next two years I trained myself and Daphne heavily in combat. Long story short, I turned into my thunderbird form, destroyed all of Voldemort's artefacts keeping him alive, and when Voldemort came knocking at the Potter Castle by tracking our shared blood, we had a very destructive battle at the end of which Voldemort was disintegrated to his atoms due to the biggest lightning bolt summoned in human history."

"How big was your bolt?"Ororo asked with curiosity on her face. Besides her, Logan chuckled while Charles barely smothered his snickers behind his hand. Zapping them with a barely visible spark, she frowned and said, "I meant the lightning." A small smile tugging at his lips, Harry held up two fingers.

"Enough to power Las Vegas for two to three days straight."

"That is impressive."

Nodding alongside the telepath's exclamation, Ororo smirked and said, "I can bring down enough to do it for five days without causing myself to collapse for weeks."

Rolling his eyes at the jab, Harry responded with a wave of his hand and spoke, "I was barely 17 at the point, before I came to this universe I had increased my output to almost 1.5 times what it was originally."

Shaking his head to remove the errant thoughts from his mind, Harry took a sip of water and started speaking, "I married Daphne in 2000, and Hermione became the Minister of Magic in the same year. She and I had drifted apart from our fourth year onwards, but I still casted the vote for her when she stood up for the post."

"Why didn't you stand up for the post? You would have undoubtedly won, no?"

"I didn't want to be the minister", at their inquisitive looks Harry elaborated,"I had started to study for my masteries or PhD's you can say in 1999, and it was a very tough road for me since I was pursuing it for six subjects at once."

"Seems like something was finally going right in your life."

A sad smile on his face, Harry nodded at Hank's statement before saying,

"Of course, I loved Daphne with all my heart, and fell in love with a woman named Altaria Volkova, a Russian witch who I met when pursuing my masteries. We married in 2002 and she got along very well with Daphne. As always, Fate couldn't help but fuck me over once started making waves within the community. Purebloods were keeping their heads down after Voldemort's death and Hermione made full use of that by making every Pureblood House pay extra taxes, or reservation for muggleborns on a necessary basis. She outlawed the use of muggle as a word, and tried to force a bill that would ban the existence of private libraries or family vaults, essentially outlawing private property for Ancient Houses."

"And she got away with it? Surely there would have been protests in your legislative body?"

Shaking his head Harry laughed and spoke

"Oh there were protests, but those never left the mouths of the Purebloods. After all, mine and Hermione's friendship was well known and she was a war hero in the eyes of the half-bloods and muggleborns. Dumbledore naming Hermione as the inheritor of his books made her the leader of the Dumbledore supporters. And then I was the biggest reason she was so bold and no one stopped her. I am still the strongest wizard of my universe, and no one wanted to upset the man who brought both Dumbledore and Voldemort down."

"And you didn't stop her from doing all this? Misusing your friendship and reputation?"

Turning towards Logan Harry shook his head and said, "I didn't know about all this until five months had already passed. I was in South America at the time, learning from a sect of Mayans magicals. When I came back to Britain, I learned that she lowered the amount a muggleborn had to pay for really anything, while also turning over the Ministry to muggles by creating a runic ring which nullified the muggle rebuffing wards. My wives had tried to contact me, but the mail was diverted on Hermione's orders. Amidst the uproar I opposed her and caused almost half of these bills or laws to be scrapped right off the table. We had a legendary row in the Ministry where I thoroughly slammed down her arrogant beliefs of barbaric wizards and modern muggles."

"Can't imagine that went well if she had already done so much and you scrapped that in one day."

Hank's statement was followed by curious looks from the other three, no doubt enthralled by his words.

"The next day, Parliament issued a warrant for my arrest for resisting Her Majesty's government and being a terrorist. They sent soldiers to the Potter Castle where due to I being absent Hermione attempted to enter the castle forcefully and seize it.

"My wives came out when the wards alerted Daphne about the people outside. When Hermione, with muggle officials, showed them my arrest warrant along with theirs, Daphne attempted to send me a message. When she took out her wand, the muggle official gave the command for attack and before my wives could do anything, they were bleeding from dozens of bullet holes in their bodies.

"I felt the attack on them through the magic in our marriage rings and came back immediately but I was too late. They died in my arms, and with them, my unborn children.

"That day, I showed their bodies to the Wizengamot before declaring war on Muggle Britain. I killed every muggle military personnel I found that day. 'The Potter Massacre' it was called, when I turned whole bases into nothing but seas of blood, guts and rubble in a single night.

"Hermione fled to America with her husband and started working with Stark Enterprises and hundreds of muggleborns to create weapons effective against wards." Harry paused to take a breath and resettle himself. So much had happened and he still hadn't processed it all yet.

"On our side a deep panic settled in when it was revealed that we were exposed, but I took the reins and formed an army of every magical race willing to fight. Sometimes it was just minor skirmishes when either of the sides recognised their enemies, but a handful of times it was open warfare with thousands of muggle soldiers being protected by muggle-borns and half-bloods against us. The Magical side had eight generals, the strongest wizards and witches born after 1970. We went to war with Dragons and Kraken handling the aerial and naval attacks while terrestrial animals like Nundus and Basilisks with their eyes covered were left open on the infantry, followed by us raining down spells from our broomsticks.

"After years of fighting we had finally reached the city of New York, and when I was about to launch my strongest lightning bolt at Stark Tower, the portal opened up and dropped me here."

"Did you kill the muggles indiscriminately?"

Pondering the best way to answer Charles' question, Harry just said

"The Governments revealed us across the world, with a number of our species being shown live on Television and forced to perform feats of magic at the threat of their children being killed. Most of the world was in uproar, and even our ancient refuges of Russia, the Eastern World, and Africa turned against us, not that they knew the fact. For the whole muggle world we were the people who could change reality and had stolen as much landmass as Asia and Australia combined according to them. So yes, we slaughtered our enemies mercilessly after more than five thousand magicals were sedated and burned on live television."

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