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Three weeks later, everybody in the X-Mansion had settled in comfortably with their new instructor/tormentor. Everyone who had talked at least once with the man that had a terrifyingly versatile set of abilities knew him to be a person who could both take and make a joke, tell them their mistakes without putting them down and was nothing like what their field leader made him out to be. Most of the time Harry was found to be in the Danger Room where he and Logan did their best to bash in each other's skulls or he was found talking to Ororo and Professor Xavier as he learned about his new home.
Even now as he traded blows with Leon, Evan and Sam at the same time, Jean could feel his mind communicating with Professor Xavier at the same time. Unfortunately for her, her wandering thoughts cost her to lose focus, it was brought back as a punch slammed into her ribs, making her groan as she stumbled sidewards and turned towards her assailant, her green eyes landing on Ororo, the weather mutant's fist still extended and an eyebrow raised as she looked at her. Jean blushed a little as Ororo turned towards Harry and turned back and smirked at her, her golden-brown eyes lightening up with mirth as she shook her head.
"Concentrate on your opponent Jean, looking towards your crush constantly isn't going to help you win or get stronger," came the admonishment from the older woman. While the chiding tone was serious, it was laced with amusement, making her blush a lot more as she tried to shake the thoughts of the aforementioned crush and his emerald eyes from her mind.
"I don't have a crush on Harry, Ororo!" Jean couldn't help but cringe internally at her childish rebuke and how weak it sounded. The fact that she could feel the surprise and glee emanating from the minds of Kitty, Rogue and Annabelle only added to her mortification.
"I didn't say it was Harry, it could have been Leon or Sam. Maybe even Evan for all I knew!" If it was possible, Ororo's eyebrow rose even higher at her statement uttered in perfect deadpan causing her to almost tear out her hair as she huffed and almost stomped back towards the benches where she was greeted by the shaking shoulders and ear-to-ear smiles of Rogue, Kitty and Annabelle.
"Not a single word!" Jean growled out, her intimidation attempt failing completely as the furious blush on her face and the slight whine in her voice caused the girls to only laugh harder. Thankfully, for the sake of her embarrassment levels, Annabelle's empathic abilities had been coming along quite well recently and soon all the embarrassment and irritation bled away from her and she was also laughing with them. However, their laughter was cut off a moment later when Professor Xavier's mind touched theirs and his voice rang in their heads.
'X-men, two mutants found in Addis Ababa. Both are pyrokinetics and are being violently harassed by the police and the public around them. Go quickly and evacuate them immediately, Ravencroft forces are about to be dispatched to contain them and radicals are also chasing them around with swords of all things!'
Jean, Ororo and Logan immediately ran out of the room towards the hanger, the other occupants of the danger room continuing with their practice.
"Potter! Do you want to come with us or are you just tired of beating kids?" Logan's caused her and Ororo to turn around and find Harry walking behind them. Immediately Jean's mind was assaulted by Ororo's earlier words and she tried to lock those thoughts away in the deepest recesses of her mind.
'I have a boyfriend! I have a boyfriend! I have a boyfriend!' She chanted repeatedly as she turned around and started walking as fast as possible towards the hanger, her mind working upon removing those enchanting emerald eyes and that utterly infuriating yet sexy smirk he-'Fuck!' Jean cursed in her mind as she realized where her thoughts were going. Entering the hangar, Jean moved towards the changing room and donned her Marvel Girl uniform, the spandex toughened and improved drastically than the regular one. Coming out of the room, she swiftly climbed up the ramp, giving a nod to Nightcrawler and walked towards her designated seat, only for her irritation to flare up as she caught longing and desire rising behind her.
Taking a calming breath as the professor taught her, she was successful in preventing herself from turning Scott into naught but a squashed, boneless meatbag even as his eyes continued to rake over her. Grimacing slightly, Jean grabbed his ear telekinetically and twisted it before sitting as far away as possible from his seat. A small smile grew on her face at the groan and the sudden spike of pain and humiliation from him and thankfully he seemed to take the hint as his eyes didn't even come close to her after Storm, Wolverine and Beast climbed aboard.
It took more than an hour for them to reach their destination, with each minute of their journey increasing their worry and apprehension in equal measure. At first, Jean didn't even realize that Harry hadn't come with them due to her annoyance at Scott, and the group's collective worries about the mutants that they were hoping to rescue.
When she asked, Logan said that he had somewhere else he needed to be, and thought the team could handle this just as they always had before he showed up. Jean wasn't entirely sure what the feeling she had when she learned he didn't come, or that he didn't seemingly see himself as a member of the team, it just felt off to her. They landed in a secluded place nearby the city close to the mutant's current location according to the Professor and Jean immediately cast her mind outwards, only to recoil in horror at the imagery that the first mind she touched transmitted.
She immediately vomited in the cockpit, her teammates jerking away from her at the action as she heaved out her lunch. Nightcrawler, whose mind had been connected with hers to teleport them to the location of the mutants, also retched and shivered at the macabre sight. Both of the children they were supposed to rescue were riddled with holes and cut apart into pieces with swords—the peopl- the monsters who had done so raising their weapons in the air as they shouted slogans against Shaitan while standing around the butchered children. Unwillingly, Jean watched as three people were dragged forwards. A middle-aged man, a woman wearing a black gown with a veil, and a crying girl no more than three or four years old.
With dawning realization of what was about to happen, Jean screamed as she reached out with her mind to stop the fanatics about to kill the distraught parents and toddler, who were no doubt related to the dead mutants, only for the minds she was about to control to just wither away to nothingness.
"Jesus Christ!" Scott whispered, causing Jean to turn towards him, and then towards the television mounted by the right wall of the plane, which everyone was now watching. As the replay started once again, Jean felt horror invade her every cell.
Floating in the air, with his crimson cloak, a flowing cape, and the burgundy helmet crowing him like a king, a man raised his arms towards the heavens as if asking something from them. The mutants in the plane, the people on the ground, and those watching from all over the world, everyone who knew the identity of the man collectively shivered.
Magneto had arrived, and his fury was terrible to behold, as everything around the mob made of metal rose into the air. Their swords, their guns, lockets, rods, cars, and many other things. Terror overflowed the area like a raging flood as the basic survival instinct in the people made them realise what Magneto represented; their utter annihilation.
"Die." Magneto whispered to the people below him and next second everything floating in the air was launched down towards the helpless humans with enough force to tear apart military-grade steel, to say nothing of flesh and bone.
In a single second, Magneto turned the area into nothing but a metallic graveyard, with blood flowing from beneath the improvised projectiles in every direction. Stunned as they were at the sudden onslaught of violence, they could do nothing but watch as Magneto turned towards the news crew and closed his fist, a distant sound of an explosion and a short scream coming moments later.
New York City, at the same time
The whole world watched with still hearts and horror in their eyes as Magneto, disregarding laws and international borders and the general morals of mankind, turned more than a hundred citizens of Ethiopia into nothing but smears upon the ground. Standing in the crowd with his eyes trained on a photo of Magneto displayed upon the jumbotron, Harry was conflicted in his thoughts upon the man. A large part of him agreed wholeheartedly with Magneto's actions, the carnage inflicted upon the humans reminiscent of his own acts. But the logical part of him realized the folly in Magneto's deed. While there were anti-mutant sentiments present here, it wasn't as widespread and as bad as it had been for him and his.
There were public lynchings and discrimination along with the Ravencroft, the "discontinued" Weapon X program and other organizations that were experimenting upon mutants, but after what the X-Men did in the Battle along with Captain America's endorsement, mutant approval ratings were on an all-time high throughout the world.
It honestly shocked him that one person could have the level of popularity worldwide that he had as a child within a small community. However, this was going to remind everyone that despite saving the world, there are mutants that can cause untold destruction in an untold number of ways. Shaking his head, Harry turned around and started walking towards the tall and already repaired Avengers Tower. Tony Stark had apparently decided to make it the base of operations for the Avengers. Looking around at his surroundings, Harry was impressed by the technology and efficiency of this world. After barely three weeks, there was not a single hint that a deadly extraterrestrial invasion had happened in this area.
Damaged buildings, uprooted poles, torn up roads, and caved-in roofs, everything was repaired to the utmost perfection. Looking around him and making sure of preventing his capture in any surveillance equipment by turning invisible completely, Harry entered an alley, avoiding the boys smoking cigars at the entrance, and apparated to the spot he had appeared in.
A snap of his finger and a light ball later, Harry knelt and examined the roof closely. To a naked eye, there wasn't anything wrong, but to his magical senses? The three feet radius around him was still giving faint signs of magic. Cursing at his bad luck, Harry stood up, the lack of anything capable of explaining the phenomenon he underwent making him believe the explanation the Hindu god of death gave him. His senses blaring in alarm, Harry apparated to the rooftop across him and turned around towards his previous position as he watched a giant man crash where he had been standing moments ago.
"Come out little changeling! No use hiding from me, for Kraven can smell you and your beastly nature!"
'Stupid.' Harry thought as he masked his smell and prevented any sound from escaping him before focusing on a suddenly not-so-confident-hunter. He was big, bigger than any man Harry had seen till now, Hagrid may have had him beat in height but his nine-foot frame was bulging with muscles and was clad in a tiger skin jacket with crocodile skin pants made Hagrid seem small in comparison. A sharp curved sword was strapped at his hip with a spear resting on his back and currently, he was wielding two wickedly curved knives, their edges gleaming in the city light.
"You can hide all you want, Kraven has hunted and collected the skulls of the most dangerous beasts on this planet! And your skull will be a prized trophy for me." With his proclamation, Kraven jumped upwards in the air, reaching a staggering height of fifteen feet before he threw his knives at him. Jumping backward just enough to avoid the knives, Harry was flummoxed by the pinpoint accuracy of Kraven's attack despite him being invisible and undetectable by sight, smell and sound.
"Ha! Calypso's magic will make you visible to me despite your pathetic attempts. Come and fight me, you craven animal! Show me the strength of your mother's womb and milk!"
Sighing at Kraven calling him a craven, Harry cracked his neck and moved forwards while removing the charms hiding him and prepared himself to fight against Kraven's rather unorthodox fighting style, only for a kick to land on Kraven's face and send him flying back.
"You know, Isn't it a bit strange that your name is craven, and yet you are calling someone else a scaredy-cat?"
The new person was the resident superhero of the area, the newly favorite wall-crawler Spider-Man. As he watched him flip on the roof with a series of spins that would make an Olympian athlete die from envy, Harry inwardly groaned at yet more spandex being used for a costume. Mentally reviewing all he knew about the arachnid themed hero, Harry spoke.
"Your strength is enough to lift a bus easily, so why didn't you knock him out in one hit?"
"Oh, that? That is because every two-bit villain is coming with strength equal to or around mine and I don't kill. Besides, have you looked at that guy? He is as muscled as the Juggernaut! Now sir I would ask you to vacate the premises, your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is here…"
Harry had a smile on his face as Spider-Man kept on rambling on and on until the guy turned around to escort him out of the area, presuming him to be a simple citizen, only for his eye lenses to grow wide—something which confused Harry immensely at just how that worked—and his words to stop completely.
"OH! MY! GOD! YOU'RE RAVAGER!" A deafening proclamation issued out of his mask with a finger pointed in his direction.
"You insolent Arachnid! I will tear your limbs off and crush your bones to dust! Kraven will feast on your flesh tonight!" Kraven screamed as he landed in front of them with his sword drawn, the blade emitting a faint orange glow. Spider-Man looked at him, disregarding the hunter completely before he started laughing with his hands on his stomach.
"Oh forgive me but this is too fucking hilarious! This second Tarzan is here to kill you? A guy who can punch as strong as the Hulk and ripped apart droves of Chitauri?"
Amused at the scene, Harry shook his head and corrected the arachnid, "I didn't use brute strength when I punched that monstrosity. I simply punched him while also banishing him with all my strength."
"Oh...that made no sense to me. But still, do you want to handle this guy?" Shaking his head, Harry conjured a seat and sat down on it while motioning towards a confused and enraged Kraven.
Shrugging his shoulders, Spider-Man ran towards the hunter, pondering on why the hunter hadn't attacked them while they were talking. Putting his thoughts on a hold, he leaped up into the air to avoid a low kick and spun with his arms outstretched to avoid the swift swing of Kraven's sword. The fact that he was able to pinch his cheek a little was just a bonus.
Dropping behind the man, he swept his legs and axe kicked the airborne man in a blink of an eye, slamming him down on the roof with enough force to make cracks spiderweb out from the impact.
Looking up at Ravager he grinned behind his mask and spoke with a pompous voice much like what Flash used, "Mr. Ravager, that is how you beat up egotistic guys who can't fight for shIIITTTTTT...". In the middle of his grandstanding, Kraven had grabbed him by his ankle and flung him towards the road with his words turning into a trailing scream. Not that the heavy traffic mattered to him.
With a flick of his wrist a webline reached out to a nearby ledge and he pulled himself up in the air before launching webs at Kraven, the widespread strings strong enough to bind Rhino on a good day. In response, Kraven sheathed his sword and whipped out his spear, spinning it around expertly, shredding the webs completely, the tensile strength of his webs no match for the extremely sharp edges of his double-ended spear.
Landing in front of him, he attempted a quick jab at his midsection, only to abort it at the last moment and bend parallel to the ground in a rather spectacular display of flexibility as Kraven swept his spear over his head. Parrying the punch which came from his side, he jabbed at Kraven's chest only for a giant foot to slam in his ribs, sending him hurtling towards where Ravager sat, his emerald eyes gleaming with mirth. Scowling in frustration, he jumped up and turned back before cracking his neck and shoulders.
"Okay, no more Mr. Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man" He muttered before he ran at his full speed towards the hunter, Kraven's eyes widening momentarily at the pace of his approach. He kicked up in his head as he jumped up and then spun around to roundhouse him with another kick that connected hard to his face, sending the giant man to the roof's edge with a spray of blood coming out his mouth as he almost flew over the edge into the street below.
With a roar of rage, Kraven turned around and thrust his spear forwards but missed his head by a hair's breadth, only his enhanced instincts, or as he called it 'Spidey-sense™', saved him from having a skewered skull. Kraven immediately pushed his spear at an angle, striking his collarbone and cracking it, making him grunt in pain as he shot a webline at Kraven's feet and pulled it, making the man spin in the air before he slammed an elbow in the hunter's surprised face, breaking his nose and slamming Kraven into the terrace.
"Ow," he moaned as he rolled his shoulder before wincing at the sharp stab of pain from the cracked bones.
"That's it you insect! You are going to die a painful death for interrupting my hunt!" Kraven boomed before he started swinging his spear in increasingly fast movements, with each swing coming closer and closer to hitting him. Feeling the pain slowing him down, he leaned down and punched Kraven in his gut and then kneed him in his nuts, making the man double up in agony as he cradled his groin. With a shout, he uppercut Kraven viciously, sending the man spinning backward and completely knocked out.
"Stubborn assholes with giant muscles and even more giant egos are becoming a norm nowadays. And spiders aren't even insects, idiot." He muttered as he shook his hand and flexed his fingers to try and alleviate the throb that developed.
Turning towards Ravager he bowed with his hand waving towards the fallen would-be-hunter and said, "How was the performance?"
"You were holding back," Harry commented after a small period of silence, his answer to Spider-Man's question making the web-slinger's shoulder raise in a shrug which caused him to wince.
"I hold back a lot. I start with about one and a half times an average human's strength before ramping it up slowly. Like I said before, I don't want to become a killer." The man sighed in the end as he cocooned Kraven in his webbing, making sure to bind him completely from his neck to his toes. Standing up and vanishing the chair beneath him, Harry walked forwards and put his right hand on Spider-Man's shoulder and healed the cracked bones along with the torn-up muscles with a whisper of Omnia sanandum, the all-purpose healing spell, one of the best ever created.
Spider-Man jerked at the feeling of his bones and muscles flowing together before being healed completely but his grip on the injured man's shoulder kept him stationary.
His lenses widened as he looked at his suddenly perfect collarbone and rolled his shoulder slowly before poking it with his finger. "How did you do that? And how did you make that chair appear out of nowhere?"
Shaking his head, Harry clicked his fingers and raised Kraven in the air until his eyes were level with his own emerald ones. Spearing into his mind, Harry sought out the location and information on this 'Calypso' while taking care to not damage Kraven's brain too much. Within seconds he had the location of Kraven hideout and his paramour Calypso, a witch who was capable of using Voodoo magic, same as many shamans and priests of tribal Africa in his old world. Dropping the out of commission hunter on the roof, Harry turned towards an alarmed Spider-Man and spoke cheerily, "Magic my little arachnid! And now I am going on a witch hunt!"
Spider-Man's stupefied questions were lost in the sounds of approaching SHIELD choppers as Ravager disappeared from the rooftop. His destination? A would-be-sorceress with delusions of grandeur.
Appearing in a dense forest, Harry immediately made his swords appear in his hands, the greyish-black blades gleaming in the moonlight filtering through the canopy. He tried changing his already enhanced form to more like his Nundu form, only for a painful jolt to travel through his whole body. Growling in disbelief and pain, he shook his head and decided to investigate this matter later.
A quick point-me later he was running through the trees eastwards. While a far cry from what he was able to do when he was in his creature form or even partially changed himself, his body was still augmented by rituals to boost his senses, muscles, bones, and organs. His subsequent turning into a Nundu and a Thunderbird only enhanced his body to much greater levels.
His balance, dexterity, bones and muscle strength, hearing, eyesight, and reflexes were easily leagues above any normal canine or feline animagus. Without changing himself deliberately, he could lift upwards of about ten tons and his speed reached a maximum of about 170 to 200 miles per hour when he was in a straight line. Within seconds he reached a shack that was made by a small creek that had various skulls and bones littered around the hut.
He could detect magic from the house and the overwhelming stench of blood and rotting flesh easily told him of what powered this Calypso's magic. Pointing his sword at the shack, Harry blasted it to smithereens with a whispered Bombarda and strolled forwards towards the exposed foundation. After banishing a bit of the ruin around he came across a trapdoor, he very much doubted it was just a wine cellar though.
Harry cleared out around the door and checked for any signs of traps, magical or mundane and when he found none he opened the trapdoor, the darkness inside reminding him of a trapdoor he had jumped down once before; from a time that seemed like it was a lifetime ago. Banishing the wave of sadness and anger which came with those memories, Harry dropped his sword into the hole and turned it into a deadly rod of lightning, the bluish-white arcs of energy illuminating the dark depths.
He could see various things scurrying and then falling from the walls with shrieks and hisses of pain, the divine lightning frying them to crisps and embers instantly. Jumping down the trapdoor, Harry landed on the surface below him and summoned his fallen sword back to his hand before creating a fireball above him, the white fire making the cave system visible in its entirety.
He stood still and focused on listening to his surroundings before he started making his way forward and he heard the sound of feet running across wet stones and he turned towards one of the tunnels before sprinting towards the escaping legs, the fire above him keeping pace with him. Within minutes and after numerous turns, he arrived to see a cloaked figure navigate the stalagmites and the stalactites with ease speaking of regular movement in these caves. Raising his hands much like Darth Vader, Harry twisted his wrist and broke every conical protrusion before lifting it and throwing it against the exit at the far end of the cave to block the only viable route of escape.
"I would recommend that you stop right there and explain to me what the hell you have been trying to do, while you have been practicing animal sacrifice and why was your boyfriend trying to hunt me?"
The woman turned around to face him and shrugged the cloak off her shoulders, revealing her to be almost naked under it, save for a string of animal teeth and fangs crossing over her breast-band and a leopard skin loincloth clinging to her waist and protecting her modesty. The woman was voluptuous and was dark-skinned with voluminous dark, bushy hair, and her amber-gold eyes slanted slightly, giving her a slightly feline look.
Taking her silence as her refusal to answer, Harry flared the full brunt of his magical power which manifested as a blackish-blue aura around him causing Calypso to drop to her knees immediately from the pressure exerted on her developed magical senses by him.
"I won't ask again. Either you answer me and I take you away to be locked away with your paramour or you don't answer and I still get my answers. I assure you that the latter will be much more unpleasant. Likely for the both of us seeing what you've been practicing." Harry said as he walked forwards towards the trembling and wide-eyed woman.
"I-Kraven brought a corpse of those foul things which fell from the sky. It had been torn apart by the great beast. I used my magic to tur…"
Calypso's voice petered off as her eyes looked at something behind him and widened. Harry silenced and bound the woman to the floor with a flick of wrist as he turned around with his sword raised in front of him. A woman stepped into the light and for a moment his jaw metaphorically dropped open at the beauty of the woman before him and her presence and bearing only made her more striking.
Clad in a violet robe, the woman was about 5'9 in height to his 6'1. Her form-hugging apparel left little to the imagination, with the neckline plunging enough to show her deep cleavage, while a slit ran up her left leg, showing a pale, long leg momentarily before it hid from his view again. The woman was pale in her skin tone, which was flawless, and her face was as aristocratic as they came with shining, dark black hair cascading down her back and a few strands framing her face. Her eyes were emerald like his and her lips were painted dark crimson, which when paired with her whole clothing and the way of her walking gave her a seductive air usually reserved for Veelas in the magical world.
"My my, nowadays they don't quite make them anywhere near as tasteful looking as you do," she purred as she came to stop in front of him and looked up at him as she flared her own magical power, the mystical aura erupting in an array of violet and white flames from her body.
Harry tensed up even further at the display and metaphysical pressure this woman was exerting. Her power was equal to his own magical power and that was something that shocked him into a momentary stupor. While not boastful, Harry had been more powerful than every wizard in his homeworld by leagues and only Voldemort had come close to his power in recent memory. His shock must have shown on his face, for the unknown woman smirked at him before she trailed her index finger from the nape of the neck to his navel, her finger leaving a trail of fire in its wake and he felt the warmth of it despite his armor being in between.
"You have caused much stir in this world Harry James Peverell. Your arrival sent many of the magic users into a frenzy and the way you absolutely massacred those aliens...I haven't seen such a display of power and brutality in many decades. Consider yourself lucky, world-traveler, Morgan Le Fay is a hard woman to impress."
Deciding to deal with the fact that this world had a Morgan le Fay too and the many implications that brought with it, Harry prepared himself for a fight and asked, "Did you track me down just to tell me that and seduce me?"
Morgan let out a tinkling laugh at that, her voice as melodious as the singing of sirens as she brought up a hand to her mouth before she took a breath and looked at him with an amused expression.
"No, although I admit it was a nice bonus to catch you here. I originally came here to capture that sniveling pathetic excuse of a witch behind you and her silly little man."
Turning around to look at the said 'sniveling, pathetic witch' Harry raised an eyebrow in Morgan's direction once he turned back. In answer to his silent question, Morgan stepped around him and walked towards the cowering Calypso, her hips swaying slightly for his viewing pleasure.
"For the last three months I have been away from this dimension and when I returned yesterday...it was to find my newly hatched familiar missing from my castle grounds. Tracing the magic used and knowing it would take the skill of a master hunter to be able to locate it, I tracked my familiar to this location. Now, this shaman is going to tell me where the hell my familiar is before I kill her for her affrontage."
At that Harry winced involuntarily and a sad look crossed his face, the pain of Hedwig's death still echoed in the hole where the bond they had developed had once been. Walking forwards to stand beside the enraged witch, Harry looked down at the downright terrified Calypso and asked.
"What was your familiar doing away from you?"
"She had hatched a few months ago at the time when it became necessary for me to leave for a dimension where time doesn't have any meaning. It would have been harmful to her to be in such an environment for a prolonged time and I was forced to leave her behind," she explained, her emerald eyes not straying from her quarry for even a moment.
"Calypso, you have ten seconds to tell me where my familiar is, otherwise I will be very displeased...and you don't want that do you?" Her voice was as sweet and soft as a demure maiden's voice, but her eyes promised everything but sweetness as the violet and white inferno around her pulsed once in response to her anger.
"I...I cloaked Kraven with hundreds of magics and gave him a poison to sedate the Kitsune made of Moonstalk. I then made a deal with Annihilus the Great to trade your familiar for turning me and Kraven into the strongest Lycans this world has ever seen. Come full moon and we will be the strongest creatures to have existed on this plane. Silver and steel will not even sting us, our hide will be stronger than diamonds, and our claws sharper than Excalibur itself!"
Harry wisely decided to step a little away from Morgan, his senses buffeted by the waves of magic pouring out of her, the aura flaring even more violently than before, it even surpassed his own power level by a fraction.
"I curse you, Calypso Ezili! May you never find warmth or comfort, never shall your thirst be quenched nor your hunger sated. When you turn into the monster you have bargained for, a monster you will remain, never to walk as a human again! Run little witch, run! For when I return from retrieving my familiar from Annihilus, I am going to hunt you and your boy-toy down to the ends of the Earth and you will suffer!"
Morgan's voice boomed in the underground caves, her voice gaining a haunting quality as it echoed around him, the words inlaid with magic so powerful that she didn't even need a ritual circle or blood magic to lay the curse on the witch at her feet. And for the first time since forever, Harry realised he wasn't the big fish in the pond. In his homeworld, there was not a single being that could take him on and live to tell the tale. But here, the Hulk outclassed him in strength by an order of magnitude or more, Thor did the same with him being a full-fledged god as opposed to his wizard-demigod constitution and Loki had outclassed him in both. If it weren't for the timely intervention of Death then he would have been nothing but a thrall for Loki to wreak havoc with. Mutants were popping up at an alarming pace with a variety of powers...and now this.
Morgan Le Fay was every bit as fearsome as her reputation and the legends promised, and Harry was apprehensive about his chances in a fight against her.
"Now…" Morgan whispered as she turned towards him and brought a finger to his chest, her voice once again as seductive and low, "will you be a gallant knight like those that that fool Merlin was so fond of were supposed to be and help this fair maiden get her beloved familiar back from the clutches of a tyrannical demon, good ser?" She batted her eyelashes at him looking up at him, her emerald eyes sparkling with mirth, causing Harry to snort as he made a show of looking around.
"Maiden? Where?" Morgan slapped his chest lightly with a smile on her face before she turned all business and spoke.
"We will be going into the Realm of Annihilus, a demon who is counted amongst the likes of Belasco and Mephisto. I would like for you to join me...it will help me gauge your power and potential."
"Why? So you can be prepared to trash me if we are ever at odds?" Harry raised an eyebrow as he flicked his wrist and transported Calypso to the ground level.
"That is one of my reasons." Morgan nodded before continuing, "But also because of my curiosity. I am one of the last mages on this planet who use their own inherent and internal energy to perform magic, unlike the Sorcerers of Kamar-Taj or shamans and priests like Calypso. It has been many years since I saw another like me, and even now I can feel your power, concealed and condensed, hiding beneath your skin, begging to be let out and ravage everything in its path."
Her subtle stress on the 'ravage' could have been an allusion to his secret identity or innuendo for all he knew, but either way, she succeeded in making his pants a little tighter. Using Occlumency to calm his arousal, Harry asked, "What is in it for me?"
"Well, a favour from me to be cashed in anytime and you can peruse my personal collection of eggs to find a companion for yourself. But the second is a lot more improbable than people think. It took me five hundred years since my last familiar died to create a bond with that Kitsune's egg."
'That favour certainly sounds useful and a new familiar...we will see to it when we get there.'
His mind made up, Harry nodded at the witch beside him, who grinned at him before waving her hand in a circle, creating a swirling circle of blue flames which expanded to reveal a very different sight on the other side, presumably the realm of Annihilus.
"Well Lord Peverell, are you ready to fight against hundreds of demons to protect your companion and a lady's honour?"
Manifesting his swords back into his hands, Harry looked sidewards towards Morgan, her eyes dark with humor, bloodlust and something which made him shiver inadvertently. His tone as gallant as he could manage, Harry spoke as he twirled his swords once.
"Will you be able to keep up?"