To anyone who was reading my other story I apologize but that story is on a indefinite pause. After covid and a multitude of other things, I don't have the inspiration to continue that story. Hopefully you will all enjoy my new story, it will be HP x MCU crossover. It will be a self-insert HP with knowdledge of HP canon but not MCU canon. The MCU phase will officially start after Harry kills Voldemort but I will mention MCU events from time to time. The pairing will most likely be HP x Black Widow, unless someone can recommend another that I find more interesting.


It is an odd thing being a baby, having absolutely no control of your life. You move when someone moves you, eat when someone feeds you, can only bathe when someone bathes you. It is even stranger being a baby when you've already lived a full life and remember all of it as soon as you were born. It was also strange to learn that in this world my name is Harry Potter, a character from a fictional book/movie series. I would have treated it as a joke if I didn't see elves around the house doing chores and seeing my parents in this life use magic around me regularly. Speaking of my parents, you guessed it, they were Lily and James Potter, with all the features the book described them to be as. I even got to meet Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew who also resembled their movie appearances. Considering that, I wondered how I would look when I grew up, probably not like Daniel Radcliffe considering this Lily and James looked different from the movies. It was a very surreal thing, being aware of the world around you as a baby. I had no control over anything despite having all the crucial information. I wanted to tell them about Peter, the horcruxes, the prophecy but it was all gibberish from my mouth. My vocal cords were not developed enough and I couldn't write anything either, having the limited dexterity of a baby. All my messages of imminent danger were taken as cute crude drawings. It was all very frustrating, seeing the events play out just as the story I knew.

And now here we were, the day I would go down in history, for losing everything I had. Though my time was short in this universe, I'd still grown attached to the Potters, I didn't see them as parents, as I could only think of my first parents as such. But I still came to care for them quite a bit, seeing them as foster parents. Knowing they were so close to their death had me very solemn for the entire day. Lily and James were very concerned as I didn't eat much but their worrying just made me more upset as I couldn't tell them what was coming. And as expected late in the evening I heard an explosion, I immediately started crying. The Potters must have thought I was crying because I was scared by the explosion but instead, I was crying because I knew I wouldn't see either of them after today.

"Lily! It's him, take Harry upstairs!" I heard James yell out. I wanted to scream at him to not be stupid and run with us but I was whisked away by Lily as I continued to scream out nonsense. When we got upstairs Lily placed me in my crib and looked at me with all the love she could.

"My Harry, you knew something was wrong didn't you. Oh, my smart boy, you will become a powerful wizard I know. I'm sorry we won't be there to see it." Lily said with tears in her eyes. Before she could say anything else we both heard another explosion, this one from the living room. The explosion forced Lily to stop her words and place a kiss on my forehead. She then took out her wand and started chanting a spell. I couldn't see anything that was happening but I could hear it all. I could hear Lily "No not Harry, take me instead." I heard her scream, and I knew Voldemort had killed her.

The first look I got of the famous Voldemort was unnerving to be honest. He looked just as much the crazed monster that you would expect for a mass murderer. He didn't waste time in leveling his wand at me. Just as he shouted the killing spell, I yelled out trying to get the magic in me to act, I had to do something. Just as the infamous green spell flew out from his wand a golden hue appeared around me, the hue was probably from whatever spell Lily had cast on me. When the spell hit the golden barrier, I could feel it trying to break past it. I yelled out in more desperation and internally yelled at my magic to save and that's when I felt something spring from within me. The sensation was overwhelming, like I had all the power in the world. I could feel the sensation mold itself to my desire for protection. I had closed my eyes because of the brightness of the golden hue so I never saw a blue hue come out of me and empower the golden hue. With the help from my magic the barrier held and repelled the spell back at him.

I opened my eyes when I heard him yell out in pain. I could see his body disintegrate and shade of black take his place. A small piece flew from it to me and I was helpless in stopping it enter my head. As the shade invaded my mind it drained me of the last of my energy, most of my energy being drained when I forcefully called on my magic.

I only came to when the aftermath of the attack was over and everything had been settled. I was lying on the front steps of a house, the Dursley house most likely. I assumed that Dumbledore had Hagrid bring me here after taking me from Sirius. I was not happy with this outcome; I had a small hope that maybe Sirius will decide to keep me with him but that was not to be. I knew the life that was waiting for me behind the front door and I also know that this where Dumbledore wanted Harry to be. For both those reasons I hated the current situation. The first reason was pretty explanatory as Dursleys were the worst sort of people that nobody would want to live with them. As for the second reason, it was because I didn't want to be under Dumbledore's thumb, I always thought of him as a manipulative old man that unknowingly did more harm than good. I needed to make a plan to get out here as soon as possible. I already had one idea that I don't think Dumbledore thought of when implementing the blood wards, house elves. If I was a normal baby, I would have forgotten the existence of magic over time, let alone house elves. But I was no normal baby, I remember that the Potters had house elves, and even remembered their names. I was planning to stay with the Dursley's only till I could learn to talk properly, once I could I would call a house elf to take me away.

Thankfully, either Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall had thought of placing warming charms on the blanket that wrapped me. I was able to fall back asleep thanks to the warmth of the blanket. I woke up the next morning to yelling coming from a man and woman, who I already guessed to be Vernon and Petunia Dursley. It seemed they found me on the porch early morning and since been arguing about what to do with me. Eventually they decided to keep me as they could get child benefits from the government for taking care of me. I wished that they decided to give me to an orphanage, that would have been better than living them.

The next 2 years were plenty horrible, it was one thing to expect the horrible caregiving but actually experiencing it was much worse than I had thought. They did everything possible to give me the least care possible. I had to cry as loud as I could a couple of times for them to even feed me and they started using the infamous cupboard under the stairs as my bedroom right from day one. I spent many hours alone in the cupboard, which I'm pretty sure the Dursleys did on purpose as form of punishment for ruining their lives.

However, their punishment would turn out to be a boon for me, as every time they locked me in the cupboard, I would use the chance to practise using my magic. In the first couple of months, I made no progress at all in using my magic. I remembered the feeling of using it when I faced Voldemort and I would try to experience that same feeling but it never worked. The first time I succeeded was the day the Dursleys were feeling particularly angry with me. They hadn't given me food for the entire day and kept shut in the cupboard while they left with Dudley to somewhere (I also noticed they made sure to keep Dudley away from me as much as possible). I was so hungry that day eventually my magic reacted to my need for food and made the chicken Petunia had made earlier appear in my hands. I knew that I would get in trouble for it when they returned but at that time I didn't care, I was too hungry and too excited to care. I spent the entire night focusing on that feeling and was able to call on my magic once more to get rid of the chicken bones. I don't know where they went but as long the Dursley's didn't find any on me I didn't care. They still blamed me when they got home and saw some of the food missing, I guess I further added to their fear of me being a wizard. In the end it didn't matter as I knew they were going to hate me for it regardless of whatever proof they had or didn't have.

Over the 2 years I spent as much time as possible getting my magic to react to my will. I realised slowly that the more I focused on the intent of my magic, the better response I got. For training purposes, I used the objects in the cupboard for practice. Screws and nails from the stairs above, splinters of wood and even some ants and spiders. I felt a little bad using them as training tools but I took solace in the fact that I never harmed them just practised levitating them and setting them down. The screws and nails were free game, I pretty much went through all the spells I remembered from first year. I guessed since I wasn't using a wand and was you know a baby it was very difficult. I could feel the strain my magic was going through; it was still too weak to really do much. But I wasn't going to let that stop me, I theorized that magic for wizards acts like a muscle, the more I practise the better I will be.

For me learning wandless magic was essential as I'm pretty sure that wands were something the ministries of the various governments implemented for control. The only way they would be able to track someone using magic would be through some sort of tracking rune/charm on all wands given to students. If they could actually track someone using magic without wands then Hagrid should have been arrested plenty of times, his wand was snapped for a reason, the ministry would have arrested him had they known he was using magic.

To be honest in the past 2 years I hadn't made much progress, but I was putting all blame to the fact that I shouldn't normally be able to use magic at this age. Even the slightest bit of levitation was difficult but considering levitation is something taught to 11-year-olds, the little bit I could do is not bad. The best part however is that I'm going to be leaving the Dursley's for good very soon. The Dursley's had continued to neglect me as much as possible, taking care of me just enough to be considered humane. Experiencing it from the eyes of an adult, it was absolutely disgusting. Once I could I would make sure the Dursley's paid for what they did. I was finally able to speak a few months ago, my vocal cords finally developed to the point of allowing me to talk. I stayed longer because I wanted it to be on record that I had to go to the hospital at one point living with them. It finally happened when they had to take me to the doctors because they didn't feed me enough. I didn't hear what they told the doctor but it was enough to not get them in trouble this time. Either way with that incident I got my ticket out of here. And once I could do so, I would get the Dursley's in trouble somehow for losing their nephew. I was sure that they weren't going to report me missing. And this hospital incident will serve as a suspicious incident for the authorities when they do end up investigating my disappearance.