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A long time ago, before the universe itself, there were six singularities.

Space.

Reality.

Power.

Soul.

Mind.

And Time.

But then the Big bang occured and these singularities were forged into six concentrated ingots.

Infinity Stones.

Each of these stones controls an aspect of existence. If you controlled one of these stones, you would be one the of most powerful beings in the universe.

But if you controlled all six... now that is rare. If someone did actually manage that, they would control existence itself. But no being has ever held all six of them at once.

Until now.

The One Above All, Infinitely-powerful, knowledgeable, superior and dominant over everything that was and shall ever be, saw the threat of having these stones fall into the wrong hands.

So he sought a solution. To give the stones to someone who would not use them for evil.

He needed one with pure goodness in their hearts and light in their souls; One who would not use the cosmic power for his own evil desires; One who would seek not to destroy, but to create and, as clichéd as it would sound, he needed one who'd understand that wise, old saying:

With Great Power comes Great Responsibility.

The One sought his champion with a scrutinising glare, passing over many who'd only wind up failing before, as he was ready to give up, the One let out a cheer as he found what he was looking for.

A child, born of magic, who survived something that no one else had thanks to the sacrifice of his mother; one who had endured hardships at the hands of those who called themselves his family; one who would grow up in misery, solitude and pain, only to die unloved as nothing more than a means to an end.

And yet, through all that strife, he never displayed a single ounce of evil; always staying true to the path of righteousness.

Not to mention the fact that he was also her champion.

So in an attempt to save All, he invoked the true powers and, making sure that he stayed focused on the task at hand, send them into the path of his new champion.

"Excelsior!" he laughed.

A boy named Harry Potter...

"Get that freak!"

"Thinks he can run from us, huh?"

Harry Potter was lost in a world of pain, fear and sadness as he tried to outrun his fat cousin Dudley and his thuggish friends; trying to ignore the pain in his chest, face and back from their punches and kicks.

Everytime it was the same thing over and over again: He would get beaten by his cousin and his friends for no reason other than simply existing. They would kick him, beat him and spit on him while showering him with insults.

But that's basically how his entire life was. Ever since that car crash had claimed his parent's life when he was a year old, he had been living with his Aunt, Uncle and cousin and it was hell.

His Uncle Vernon, a fat obese man with less intelligence or sensivity than a rhinoceros, beat him for every single little thing that went wrong in their life; whether it was a business deal gone wrong or he had done something wrong in his opinion( which, in his deluded mind, meant everything Harry did) and whenever he was done, he would throw Harry into the cupboard under the stairs, which had been his room ever since he could remember and leave him to heal on his own.

His Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister, but she certainly didn't act like it. She treated him like a slave, making him cook and clean, and when she thought he wasn't doing his job right, she would hit him over the head with a frying pan.

His cousin Dudley was the spitting image of his father, both in appearance and manner. He was so fat that if it weren't for his blond hair, he would be mistaken for a pig or a baby whale. His favorite hobby was bullying others mainly Harry. He and his croonies, who were as dumb as him, had even invented a game, called 'Harry Hunting'.

Which was exactly what they were doing now. Harry was running for his life, while his cousin and his pack of hyenas were giving chase. Luckily for him, his cousin was the most unathletic person that ever lived, only eclipsed by his Uncle in that arena, while Harry was very fast for a kid his age. But they were very persistent.

Harry took a sharp left, heading for some of the surrounding woods on the outskirts of Surrey. He ducked and weaved between the branches, getting scraped up and falling down a couple of times, but the fear of getting caught again and the adrenaline kept him going. He could faintly hear his cousin and his gang of bullies closing in.

"There he is! Get that freak!" Piers Polkins, a boy who looked like a rat and Dudley's second in command, yelled gleefully.

He picked up the speed, but he hadn't gotten far when suddenly, without warning, the ground beneath him gave way. He let out a short yelp as he fell down, sliding on a rocky surface until he came to a halt.

He raised himself up painfully. He fumbled around for his glasses and he found them. Unfortunately for him, they badly cracked.

'Where am I?' he thought to himself. He looked around with his blurry vision, barely able to make anything out.

He seemed to have fallen into some sort of underground cavern, the hole which he had fallen into had been covered by shrubs and other greenery and was undetectable to the naked eye. He kept silent and listened to the voices above.

"Where did that freak go?"

"Don't know. He just vanished."

"Did he turn invisible or something?"

"Stupid freak; Dad will deal with him when he gets home."

"Let's go find some other loser to beat up."

The sounds of their laughter grew faint. Harry closed his eyes and strained his ears, listening for any sound of the other boy's. He was met with nothing but silence. Harry sighed in relief, although he felt guilty that some other unfortunate child had to be Dudley's punching bag now. But then he suddenly realized that not only could he not hear Dudley, but he couldn't hear anything at all. He was stuck in some cave with no way out and there was no one to help him.

Harry found himself alone in cold, dead silence.

His heart began to speed up again as a new terror began to take hold, the same terror that all human beings held, fear of the darkness, of the unknown. He spun around, using the feeble light coming from the hole in the ceiling to try and find a way out of this. But it was pointless, the only way out was through the same hole and there was no way he could climb up there.

"Hello?" he squeaked out.

His voice seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness, not even a small echo remaining.

"HELLO?!" he screamed.

No response.

Harry frantically tried to think. He had read about this somewhere, back when he had been hiding in the library from his cousin and his gang. Something about calling for help? He couldn't remember.

Someone would come to look for him, right? His relatives would notice that he's missing. They would search for him, right?

'Oh who am I kidding? They would probably be celebrating that I'm gone.' he thought bitterly to himself.

Harry was hyperventilating now. He was scared, lost, alone and no one was going to come for him. He backed up against the wall, slid down to the floor, pulled his knees up to his chest and dissolved into tears.

'Harry'

A bodiless voice rang out, startling the young boy out of his misery. He looked around but didn't notice anyone around. All of a sudden he felt a pull towards one of the walls of the cave. He walked towards it and noticed a small fissure in the wall. A larger human being would have never passed through. But his tiny, malnourished frame managed to easily fit through and he found himself in a chamber of sorts. What lied before Harry was truly awe-inspiring.

A pedestal made of gold, silver and other precious metals he couldn't name. But it was the object standing on top of it that stole his breath away.

A magnificent gauntlet, shining in it's golden radiance. There were six slots on each finger and one on the back of the palm; they were all empty except for one of them: the one on the ring finger that held a stone of the most vibrant red.

Even with his lack of clarity in his vision, he could make out every single detail of the artifact: The runes of an unknown language carved into it, the colossal size of it and the seemingly raw, limitless energy that the stones seemed to exude. More than anything, he wanted it. He wanted to touch it, to put it on, to use it.

Before he knew it, he had crossed the distance between them and lifted it off the pedestal. He slowly, as if in a trance, put the glove over his left hand.

That's when it happened.

First, the gauntlet shrunk itself to fit his hand. The moment it closed around his hand, a surge of cosmic power, the likes of which had never been felt before, spread out from Earth across the universe. Reality itself twisted and twirled as the stone came to life. It sent a wave of energy inside the boy, a red glow covered his body as Harry had a moment to gawk at this marvel before he passed out as the energy seeped beneath his skin and into his every pore. The stone needed it's host to sleep while it got to work, healing the boy.

Harry's body began to change as it grew taller by a bit until he was the correct height and weight for a 7 year old boy which was

A red mist spread from his body as it erased all the abuse that he suffered in the last few years. It started at the feet where it fixed a few sprained bones and sore muscles and it began to rise upwards past Harry's knees where it repaired the damaged tissue and the bones that hadn't healed completely. The red mist rose upwards, fixing a few small problems here and there until it reached his pelvis where the serious problems were, like the shrunken stomach that was caused by Harry's malnutrition and lack of food at the hands of his relatives.

It moved to his chest, tending to the damaged lungs from his cousins and uncle's hit's to the ribs where it repaired some of the ones that had bad bruising, healing the chest infection in the lungs which could have lead to Asthma, it repaired the rest of the other organ's in Harry's body that needed healing and lastly it reached Harry's head where the energy detected a dark and black foreign energy surrounding the child's scar which was seemingly weakening the child by draining of the boy's energy little by little and causing the boy's bad eyesight which was also because of the lack of daily sunlight given to the eyes during the child's life.

The stone began the process of destroying this parasitic energy which was draining the boy's life force. Normally, the best choice to getting rid of something like this was with it's brother, the Soul Stone. But that didn't mean that it couldn't do anything; even if it goes against the laws of nature, the stone will make it reality, because that's what it was: Reality.

The black parasite that lived in the child's scar tried to fight back with its own energy but it was futile, the difference between them was like comparing a molecule of water to an entire ocean. It was soon being destroyed until a lasting screech that echoed in the cave was all that the parasite could do as it was destroyed completely leaving the scar red and irritated but was soon calmed and partially healed until the scar was very faint and only leaving a very thin line of a lightning bolt.

He had successfully taken the first step in his journey. Where it would take him? Only the One knows.

Phew! It's finally done. Here is the rewrite of my first story. As you can see, it's a bit different than the first version. But I promise, it's just as good or even better than the original.

However I have terrible news for all Marvel fans. On August 28th, a great hero left our ranks forever. Chadwick Boseman, the man who we all knew as the Black Panther has passed away due to Colone Cancer. A great king and an even greater hero who fought against this illness for 4 years. A true fighter who visited and encouraged other patients with cancer to fight on. He shall never be forgotten.

WAKANDA FOREVER!