The Boy-King of Infinity

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Key Pairing: Harry/TBD

Other Pairings: To be determined

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'Mental Speech'

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Review Answers:

VeronicaD13: I don't intend on doing that, but this chapter might just give you some idea of what went on behind closed chapters;

Jostanos: In the wise words of Dwayne Johnson: what can I say except YOU'RE WELCOME?

MMax: An interesting series of thoughts: whether or not I go down those roads…keep reading to find out;

Mustaqim64495365: Well, for now, he doesn't actually know that he's got the Stones inside of his power centre: all he knows is that reality is his to command and all he has to do is will it: after all, if I reveal too much too soon, it spoils my later idea for the story; however, as you'll see, he does have some instinct based on his thoughts and feelings, which is what sets up…well, it's now the next chapter, instead of this one, but, still, thanks for the review all the same…

'Open Sesame!'

The door clicked open…

And light flooded Harry's eyes, albeit only briefly, allowing him to emerge from his cupboard.

Silently vowing he would never go back there again…

Chapter 3: A True Friend Is For Life

September First.

At long last, Harry found himself awakening on the first day of the rest of his life; a day that he had been looking forwards to, albeit not as much as how he enjoyed every day since realising what he was capable of, and used it to his advantage, first by teaching his loving family some pretty well-remembered lessons, and then to make his life, and, by extension, Harry himself a better man…err…boy.

As he sat up in the comfortable, king-sized bed that had been his ever since he'd started teaching his lessons, Harry stretched up and yawned before, scratching at his bare stomach, he smiled softly when he heard a low hooting sound from the nearby window.

"Morning, Hedwig," said Harry, sliding out of bed, which allowed him to cross the room and, opening said window, he watched with a look of fond liking as a very beautiful, if not bigger-than-normal white-feathered peregrine falcon flew into his bedroom. Its wings glinted in the light of the morning sun, which Harry always found humorous, if not appropriate that a female variation of the winged lord of the skies was as unique and special as he was.

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Sure, the letter had said he needed an owl, a cat or a toad, but, after he had gone into Diagon Alley back on his eleventh birthday, he'd met the falcon and been instantly attracted to her – not in that way, mind you.

A whisper of his new powers, courtesy of his indomitable willpower, and the falcon found its spirit merging with Harry's – or, as the shopkeeper in the Alley had claimed, becoming his familiar, which meant nobody could take her from him – and, as a result, even though he knew it was a bit selfish of him to force a beautiful creature to be his companion, Harry also found it appropriate that the two of them became fast friends.

As previously stated, a peregrine falcon, aka the bird of prey that was one of, if not the fastest thing in the sky, was also known as the winged lord of the skies – or lady, in Hedwig's case, the name Harry found in one of his books – and, as someone who wielded the power of a God, Harry found that only the best could suit him in the days ahead.

Besides, Hedwig didn't seem to mind having such a powerful master for a friend, anyway – and that was even without Harry needing to use his power to try and make her accept it; instead, she did so naturally, as though they'd always been friends – so they were both happy.

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As Hedwig nipped Harry's ear, he brushed her beautiful white feathers, smiling as he felt a bump on her chest, "Had a good night's hunt, girl?"

Hedwig shrieked in response, earning a fond smile from Harry before, with a wave of his hand, he watched as his Hogwarts robes flew out of his wardrobe, where they proceeded to wrap themselves around him.

As the robes tied themselves off, Harry snapped his fingers, seemingly emphasising the perfected look he gave off, before he looked again to Hedwig as he asked, "Ready?"

The falcon bowed her head, earning a nod from Harry, "Good…let's go."

Leaving his bedroom – or rather, the bedroom that used to belong to Dudley before Harry taught him a lesson – the emerald-eyed scion ran to the stairs where, with a seemingly-rehearsed leap, he managed to swing off of one of the bars on the banister, spinning himself around with a cry of delight before coming to a tumbling stop at the bottom of the stairs.

"And he sticks the landing," laughed Harry, straightening himself up before he walked through to the kitchen.

Not to his surprise, Petunia was already up, working hard to cook a hearty breakfast on the stove while, over on the table, Dudley was tucking into a very healthy fruit salad, making sure to have plenty of it along the way.

"Morning!" exclaimed Harry delightedly.

"Good morning, cuz," said Dudley without looking up, his attention on his own breakfast.

"Good morning, Harry," said Petunia, her voice oddly-cheerful and welcoming – or so anyone else hearing it might guess – as she turned her head to her nephew, before she added, "Wow! Look at you: if not for the lack of glasses and that beautiful friend on your shoulder, why, I could swear blind that I was looking at your Dad!"

"Except the eyes," added Dudley, having finally looked up before he added, "He's got Aunt Lily's eyes, remember, Mum?"

"His best feature," agreed Petunia, before she proceeded to serve up a large amount of bacon, eggs and even pancakes, which she then sprinkled with sugar, jam and syrup – the latter of which she also drizzled over the eggs and bacon – before, moving past Harry, she set the plate down at the head of the table, making sure to dust the seat in the process. "There you go, sweetheart; nice and fresh. Does Hedwig require any fresh meat?"

"She hunted well enough last night," said Harry, before he laughed when Hedwig flew from his shoulder and, without so much as a care for what the target might think, she proceeded to drop her guts all over Dudley's salad, earning a laugh from Petunia.

"Aww, isn't that sweet of her, Dudley? Hedwig wanted you to have some special sauce for your fruit this morning."

"Thanks, Hedwig," chuckled Dudley, tucking into the disgusting mess with renewed force.

Harry, meanwhile, turned to Petunia before he added, "So…the day's finally here, huh, Petunia?"

"Yes," said Petunia, gently tousling Harry's hair before she watched as he sat down to enjoy his own breakfast, while Petunia asked, "Nervous?"

"No more than anyone else would be, starting a new school," replied Harry, taking a single bite out of his breakfast before, humming softly, he pushed the plate away as he added, "I'm done…besides, I remember hearing that there's a treats trolley on the train, and a huge feast tonight, so I might as well save my appetite for then."

"Would you like me to dump it in the waste before I enjoy my breakfast, Harry?" asked Petunia, before Harry scoffed as he turned to his Aunt.

"Who said you get breakfast today, Petunia? I certainly don't remember saying anything about it…besides, I know exactly where to send this muck."

A flick of his wrist suddenly sent the plate, including all the food, flying out of the window; seconds later, a loud smash filled the air, followed by a crowing laugh from Dudley as he craned his neck to look out through the back window.

"Bullseye: nice shot, Harry."

Chuckling in response, Harry looked out the back himself, where a very filthy, bird-crap-infested, mouldy, damp-riddled, chipped and stained stone statue was positioned in the centre of the garden.

Around the bottom of the statue, Harry could make out the signs of dogs and cats, and probably some other urban pests, befouling the statue at its base, while he also saw the remains of many rodents decorating parts of the statue's form, indicating that his beautiful friend, as well as other predatory creatures, had decided to hang their trophies off of the statue.

"Hang on," said Harry suddenly, rising from his seat before he walked out the back; when he reached the statue, Harry grunted once before, doubling over, he vomited all over the statue's large, heavily-stained abdominal area before, opening his robe and his trousers, Harry proceeded to relieve himself against the statue, earning cheers and applause from his aunt and cousin.

Once his bladder was empty, Harry made sure to leave any drips on the statue before, doing up his clothes again, he patted the statue's grotesque-looking face with a warm smile.

"Thanks Vernon…I really needed that…"

The silent, frozen features of Vernon Dursley forever stared in petrified stony fury as Harry turned and walked back into the house.

"Now, Petunia…let's be making tracks; it's a long drive to London, after all."

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"Platform eight…platform nine…hmm…platform ten?"

"If I remember my brilliant sister's words well enough, Harry," said Petunia, as though she sensed her nephew's curiosity, "You walk along the platforms between 9 and 10 and, at the seventh pillar, you'll find the entrance to the world of my betters, the Magical World."

"Much obliged, Petunia," said Harry, before he turned to his aunt, his eyes shining with a mixture of calm delight and interest as he explained, "So, until I see you again, this is goodbye; be sure to be a good little freak and clean up after yourself when you can. Also, Dudley knows he's to become the little bitch of the bigger boys and girls at Stonewall High, even if its embarrassing or humiliating. He also knows not to complain about bullying and to let them all make fun of how thick-headed, fat-bellied and just downright pathetic he is, understand?"

"Of course, sweetheart; such a good boy," said Petunia, earning a scoff from Harry as he looked to the clock overhead, which indicated that he had fifteen minutes to board the train to Hogwarts.

After a moment, Harry sighed softly before, looking to his Aunt, he added, "You know, I admit it: getting you and Dudley to see what it's like being what you made me into has been a load of fun. And, as a bonus, I made sure Vernon won't hurt anyone ever again…but remember, Auntie; I was the one who made him what he is…if I so wished, he could be worse!"

For a brief moment, a flicker of fear flashed across Petunia's face, before she nodded, "I…I understand, Harry…"

"Good," said Harry, licking his lips slowly as he explained, "Christmas will test just how much you understand…do well and I might…might let him go back to being a useless fat lump of skin…but if I suspect even one problem, I dust him…clear?"

Petunia nodded.

Harry, meanwhile, turned on his heel and left his aunt to wonder what, exactly, she could do to earn her nephew's favour.

At the same time, she silently cursed herself, and her dim-witted husband, for failing to realise the threat of upsetting a clearly-powerful wizard like her nephew until it was far too late for any of them.

What was it Lily had always said about her school's motto?

Never tickle a sleeping dragon?

Too late, Petunia and Vernon…

Far too late…

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"Well, looks like this is our compartment, Hedwig."

As his falcon familiar let out a shrill cry in agreement, Harry opened the door to his chosen compartment before, once he was inside, he frowned as he mused to no-one in particular, "It's a bit claustrophobic, mind…I think we can make it look a bit more comfortable, don't you, girl?"

As Hedwig cried in response, Harry spread his hands wide before he watched with a fond smile as what had been a small, compact compartment that barely left enough room to swing a cat, now became a much-larger, comfier-looking travelling compartment on the train.

To look at it, with its plush leather seats, the large window allowing a perfect view of the scenery, a hold over the top where trunks and other such items would be stored and, finally, an array of snacks and drinks, as well as books and games to pass the time, anyone else might have compared it to something that even went above and beyond First Class.

The only thing missing was…

"Mr Potter! You're right on time, sir; if you'll come this way, we have your seat prepared. If you need anything: snacks, comfort, a massage or just a chat and some home comforting, all you have to do is ask. My name is Charlie and I will be more than happy to serve your every need on this journey, sir."

"Thank you, Charlie," said Harry, handing his now-removed robe, as well as Hedwig's cage and his trunk, to the blonde-haired woman who greeted him as soon as he stepped into the new-and-improved compartment.

Moments later, he was maxing and relaxing, enjoying an ice-cold lemonade while his stewardess proceeded to rub his shoulders, helping Harry relax into the comfort that he had become more than accustomed to.

The best part?

Thanks to his will, nobody would be able to disturb him on the long ride to Hogwarts.

And, until Harry himself got a good long look at exactly what sort of world his home was, he was content keeping it that way.

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"Well, it looks like our journey has come to an end…I hope I've served you well enough, Mr Potter."

"Well enough to conjure you up next time, Charlie," laughed Harry, earning a courteous bow from his stewardess, who didn't even seem fazed by his confession that she was something he'd created with his powers. "In fact, if I ever need your magic touch, or some home comforts, I'll be sure to bring you out, okay?"

"I can't wait, my little Master," said Charlie, giving Harry a flirty wink before she, along with the compartment, vanished, leaving Harry sat alone in the former compartment, just as the Hogwarts Express rolled into Hogsmeade Station.

"Well Hedwig," said Harry, tucking a strand of his dark hair behind one ear as he smiled at his familiar.

"Showtime."

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"FIRS' YEARS! THIS WAY, PLEASE! COME ON, NOW, FIRS' YEARS! DON' BE SHY!"

"I like him," laughed Harry, earning a soft trill from Hedwig as the two of them accompanied the rest of the first-years, as well as a gentle giant of a man, away from the station. As they walked, Harry cut through the crowd before, reaching the giant, he gently reached up and tugged on the man's large overcoat.

"Excuse me, sir? Can I ask a question?"

When the large man looked down at Harry, his eyes – which were oddly-twinkling, but warm and dark, making Harry think of beetle shells, though he didn't quite get why – widened in disbelief and surprise, before he gulped hard as he asked, "Err…yeah; o' course; what can I do fer yeh?"

"I was just wondering," said Harry, indicating over his shoulder with a jerk of his head before he asked, "How come we go this way, but the rest of the students go the other way? Is it because we're new and we have to be kept separate or is there some other reason behind it?"

"Well…" replied the large man, whom Harry later learned was named Rubeus Hagrid, tugging on his long, shaggy beard for a moment before he explained, "As I've always understood it, Professor Dumbledore wants ter give yeh a good firs' impression o' 'Ogwarts; so, he sends me ter take yeh across the Black Lake so…so yer first look is…uh…memorable, I guess."

"Oh, I see," said Harry, nodding once before he added, "Thank you for that, Mr…um…sorry, I didn't get your name."

"Rubeus Hagrid," replied Hagrid, offering his free hand to Harry, which the boy shook before the large man added, "Keeper o' keys and grounds at Hogwarts: if yer ever in a pickle, come down ter me 'ut and I'll see if I can 'elp yeh, a'righ?"

'Not before I help you, sir,' thought Harry, as he clasped Hagrid's hand before, reaching into his power, he gently applied a small hint to Hagrid's brogue, if only to help him sound more understandable to those who might look at him and decide he was someone who they'd rather insult, mock and belittle just because he was…different.

Like a certain blond whom Harry overheard commenting about an inbred oaf who can't even speak real English, and immediately decided he was not someone Harry wanted to get to know.

Hagrid, on the other hand, was someone Harry could get used to being around.

Like Hedwig, Harry felt like they might have been friends in any sort of life he lived…

And it was a friendship he was more than happy to help, even if it meant using all his strange, new powers to help out in any way he desired.

Chapter 3 and, as much as I wanted to go all the way with this chapter's promised contents, the dark news received in the past 24 hours – the sad demise of Robbie Coltrane – changed my plans, so, now, it looks like our favourite BFG has found a friend in our Infinity King, but will this friendship really be as big in this world as we know it in the one we know and love?

Also, with so much power under his belt, am I the only one wondering why Harry's even bothering with Hogwarts? What? Is he bored already? Or does he have some other motive at hand?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: When he makes a move to try and stop a certain someone from getting what they want most, it leads Harry into a very different first-night encounter;

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AN: Portrayal

Charlie the Stewardess: Kaley Cuoco