Post-Apocalyptic Potter from a Parallel Universe

by burnable

Harry finally defeats Voldemort, but only after the world has been destroyed. Harry has his vengeance, but gets pulled into Voldemort's ritual and is dragged with his body to an alternate universe. First Chapter sets up the first scene. You can skip it reasonably safely. - Complete - Now up on webnovel under my original author name, burnable.

67. Chapter 67

I own none of the characters of these stories. JKR and Marvel owns most if not all of it. I'm simply playing in their respective worlds.

Chapter Sixty-Seven

It was difficult to move. It was much like when he used his time dilation. It was like walking on the bottom of a lake filled with molasses. He pressed on though, even though he could not see or feel his body. There was just a sense of movement and he knew he had to press on. He knew he was pressing through a barrier that separated the different realities. None but the entities that exist throughout all realities could do this… And him.

He knew he was back in his home world, when he could suddenly move more easily and he became aware of his senses again. Around him there was the moaning of spirits he had heard so long ago, but they weren't speaking to him anymore. They were focussed on a man who lay just inside the veil, through which Harry could see a fight he had not witnessed for many, many years.

He rushed up to the man and placed a disc on his chest, which encased him in a glowing cocoon of power and ported him to the special reception area in Backup Plan. He had not looked at the man, just in case his emotions got the better of him. It was Sirius. The reason he could come to this time, was because this was the last time the veil had been activated. Death had power on this side of the Veil, so he had arranged it so that Harry could come here and now.

He looked through the veil as Remus tried to hold onto his younger self, before he ripped away and ran after Bellatrix. Harry knew the aftermath of that fight. He knew his younger self blamed himself for Sirius' death. Just like he had. He'd have to let himself continue as he had, otherwise he'd be making a new timeline and basically diverging this one. If that happened he'd have to start all over again, when Death made him go to the original time-line to try again. Harry would not doom a whole new timeline and all the people therein, just so he could give himself a pep-talk.

Harry activated his invisibility and walked out of the veil. He tried his phasing capability and almost fell through the floor, but he quickly remembered to activate his flight and flew after the younger Harry. Harry put on the special glasses and activated their ability to broadcast to Backup Plan. Then he watched as Dumbledore fought Voldemort.

Harry was able to contain himself through the whole thing. He knew he came out on top at the end. When the fight was over and the minister appeared and saw Voldemort, Harry decided to leave. He didn't need to get angry at idiots right now. He had other things to do. Harry tried opening a portal and found it didn't work. Apparently tapping Yggdrasil only works where you have one, or if there was one here, it worked differently. Instead, Harry flew to the Burrow. He remembered it getting blown up during the next Christmas, but Mrs Weasley should still be staying at Headquarters at this point.

Harry took a moment to cast a Fidelius and then he copied the entirety of the house. It instantly started falling apart, when he was done, as the magic that was holding the original up wasn't copied. Harry had to repair and enchant the house after that. When he was done, he focussed his power on it and then he used his Aesir magic to make it permanent. Satisfied with his work, Harry shrunk the house, not having more of Pym's technology with him, he had to do it the old-fashioned way.

Once it was shrunk, he took out a snow-globe. It was one of the storage devices Tony had made for him. It had inertial dampening runes, so the house wouldn't break if people decided to play with the globe, and placed the house in it, with an illusion to make it look like it was permanently snowing, just because he could. That done, he removed the Fidelius and flew to London, where he put the Penthouse of a hotel under Fidelius as well. They were saving the world. They could have a nice place to stay, while they did so, at least.

Once he was certain everything had worked like it should and he had hidden the button to their floor on the elevators, he went to retrieve Backup Plan. The moment it was out, Natasha opened the lid and jumped out at him, hugging him hard. "Seeing you suffer like that wasn't easy on her." Bruce said as he followed her out.

"You knew I would make it through, though, didn't you?" Harry asked, hugging her back. "I mean, I'm still here, after all."

Natasha looked up at him and asked, "Was he there? Were you able to put him in stasis, before he died?"

"I haven't checked." Harry admitted honestly. "I've been a little busy."

"But that Headmaster of yours!" Tony said in awe as he followed them out. "He's got so much style with his magic! You just point at things and they blow up or change. He makes it look like magic should!"

"Thanks, Tony." Harry said with a bit of a grin. He knew Dumbledore had a flair for these things. "I'll try and look cool, when I prank you next time."

"I'm not saying you do a bad job." Tony carried on. "It's just so much more impressive. Even the bad guy used more movement and flair."

"Harry was a spy, if you'll recall." Loki interjected. "He was probably trained for minimalistic movements and getting as little attention as he could."

"Hitwizard." Harry corrected. "But he's not wrong. We operated in and out of the mundane world. We needed to do things subtly."

Tony, meanwhile was looking around the penthouse. "Man, what year is this again? Look at the size of that TV!" he said pointing at a reasonably large, but equally bulky TV, sitting in the lounge.

"June 18, 1996." Harry said instantly. It was hard to forget the day you caused your only remaining family's death.

Natasha hugged him again. "Bring him out." she insisted. "You don't have to wake him, but you do have to know."

Harry sighed, but nodded. He clicked his fingers and Sirius re-appeared next to him. Harry finally looked down at the man. It didn't look good. Sirius' eyes were open and he didn't look like he was breathing, but then, he was in stasis. Harry hit his prone form with a stunner and then removed the disk. His eyes were still open and Harry froze.

Bruce was instantly on him, though, doing chest compressions. He'd resuscitated people before. Harry was white as a sheet, but he just watched as they tried to save the man, who had once given him hope for the future, even though it was short-lived.

"We need paddles!" Bruce demanded. The man was still warm. He felt they had a good chance of saving him, but they needed to get his heart started.

Tony tapped his chest-plate, since his bag was at home, and Iron Man was soon in the house. He kneeled over the body and positioned his hands over the man's chest. "Clear!" he demanded and Bruce made sure he didn't have contact. There was a jolt as Tony allowed the Nanites to take power directly from his remote source, which was currently in Backup Plan. Nothing happened. "Upping voltage and, Clear!" he said again. Sirius' body stiffened again, but the next moment his eyes closed and he started breathing.

Bruce quickly checked his vitals. "We've got a steady pulse." he confirmed with a sigh. Then he smiled up at Harry. "You can put him in stasis again." he suggested. Everyone knew that if they saved anyone, they couldn't chance them apparating away, so they had to stay in stasis.

Harry was too stunned to respond, so Natasha took the disc from his unmoving fingers and placed it on the man. Sirius was soon in the stasis field again, but he wasn't transported away, as Harry had manually summoned him. "You saved him, Harry!" she said to him, with a glowing smile as she saw a look in his eyes that she had never seen before. It was like he was a boy again and being told he hadn't just killed his first father-figure.

Harry was quiet for a long moment, before he looked between Bruce and Tony. "You saved him!" he quickly stepped to Bruce and hugged him unashamedly. "Thank you." he said, before he turned to Tony and approached him, too.

Tony had sent the suit back, but took a step back and held his hand up. "Thanks is enough." he said, but he smiled. He'd seen the shock and the same look Natasha had. He was very happy he had been able to help. Harry had done so much for them, he'd never be able to thank him. This was something small in his mind, even if it seemed it meant the world to Harry.

"Thanks will never be enough." Harry swore as he closed the distance anyway and hugged his best friend. "You're the best friend anyone could ever have."

"And don't you forget it." Tony said as he hugged him back for a moment, before he shoved him away. "That's enough." he grumbled good-naturedly.

Harry chuckled and allowed it. Then he went to Sirius' prone form and sent him back to storage. It really was the safest place he had, besides Backup Plan's hidden rooms, but he wasn't chancing that either, since someone may have one of those pesky clocks that tells people if someone is alive or dead. He wouldn't put it past Dumbledore to have something like that without anyone's knowledge.

Deciding to get his emotions back under control, Harry asked Tony, "So, did any of your tricks work?"

Tony suddenly looked disappointed. "No. None of the rune or science based communications worked. It was always a long shot, anyway." Tony denied.

"On the bright side, we won't be gone all that long. I bet Pepper is already planning a party." Harry said.

"I know she is." Natasha said. "She asked me if they could plan it for the Island. I bet Sirius will love that."

Harry's smile broadened. "I bet he would." He agreed. "We'll have to give him a bit of time to adjust though. Chances are, he'll be reeling at the knowledge that he's in a new reality."

Hela was just standing on one side watching everything going on. She didn't fully understand what was going on, but she knew they had brought a man back from the brink of death. She knew also, that they would be playing minimalistic roles, while Harry did most of the work. These people, who had banned together to support her brother, were the type of comrades she had wished she could have had as a child. Not subservient followers, but peers in the eyes of their comrade. Everyone brought their own part. Hela felt great joy at the knowledge that he had instantly agreed and welcomed her to join them. She just hoped there'd be something to do for her to be useful and show her own support.

Wanda was also quiet. She knew Harry would be giving them a tour of the magical world at some point. He planned on taking them to a place in America, though, so that there would be no chance of it affecting the time-line. Harry still had all his family's millions and he planned on expanding on his library and adding to his island as well if possible. There were some magical creatures and plants here that had never been seen in their home reality. Not that that had stopped Bruce, but still…

Tony knew they had been set up in the Hotel for the foreseeable future, so he asked Harry to help him set up his room. When he informed Tony that Portals weren't working here, he was disappointed, but it had been expected that some things would work differently here. He had no doubt Harry would find another way to make his portals if there was enough need. In the meanwhile, Harry apparated things around for them to set up their rooms.

"So, what's on the list, first?" Steve asked. He knew that there would be attacks from the Death Eaters and that many people would die at their hands. They knew they couldn't save everyone. If they made the people that Harry remembered hearing about disappearing before, vanish before the Death Eaters could attack, the Death Eaters would know something was going on. He hated it, but he understood they simply couldn't afford to change the timeline before a certain point.

"We have the school holiday to get all the resources that we want to take with us." Harry said. They would need to set up a duplicate Backup Plan first, with all the resources it currently held. Bruce and Wanda would be handling the potions ingredients and books. Only once their mission was past a certain point, which they called the divergence point, would they be able to start making a difference.

"What is your younger self doing this school holiday?" Natasha asked. They were all gathered in the dining room, where Bruce had put together a meal for them with ingredients they had brought along.

"I believe I was going through a bit of a rebellious stage, avoiding my minders and sneaking away from where they were watching me. I seem to recall a girl I fancied at a diner in the London underground." Harry said with a bit of humour.

"Was she pretty?" Loki asked, watching Natasha's reaction. It didn't even phase her. She knew people had pasts.

"As I recall." Harry nodded. "Unfortunately, by the time I had worked up the courage to speak to her, Dumbledore showed up to take me to the Burrow, where my attention was soon on Ginny." he said.

"Teenagers." Natasha scoffed.

"You're telling me." Harry laughed. "I recall this time of my life as some of the most emotionally scarring and confusing times. I had nightmares every night, seeing Sirius die over and over and then when I woke up there were just other things to worry about."

"Well, if we succeed, you'll finally be able to put that behind you." Bruce said.

Harry just nodded and continued his meal. A couple of minutes later, he said, "Let's make our way to America tomorrow and go visit one of their magical districts. You all remember the plan right?"

Many people rolled their eyes, but Hela answered, "We will speak to nobody unnecessarily and try to remain inconspicuous."

"Yes." Harry agreed. "I doubt anything we do there could cause a major splash that the Prophet would write about, so we'll have relative freedom. You'll be able to explore, but the Americans have strict laws about mundane people never finding out about magic, so if you get caught, you may get in trouble. If you're ever taken, or you think you're being followed, you activate your portkeys and come here. We can't afford to take chances."

"But portkeys into and out of the country are tracked, aren't they?" Tony asked.

"Doesn't matter." Harry said. "The Fidelius is still unbreakable. They'll know our general location then, but I can just relocate us if that happens. Let's try to avoid needing to use the portkeys though."

Everyone agreed and after dinner, they all went to their pastimes. Bruce was busy going over the full list of books, since Harry had finally given him access to the whole library. He was gleefully making a separate list of things he'd like to read as well, for when they had time and were back home.

Harry, Natasha, Tony, Wanda, Hela, Loki and Steve were busy trying to work on a plan to track the Death Eaters after the final attack on Hogwarts which would occur a little under two years from their current time. Harry didn't plan for them to wait, though. Jarvis' project was a stasis field with a rune-based control that was connected to a magical touch-screen tablet. Harry would set up the field around the penthouse, enter it and activate it, which would then slow their time so that they could move more quickly through time to do what they planned.

The next day, they all entered Backup Plan again and Harry activated his glasses, so that they could watch the flight. Harry now had a communicator in his ear as well, so they could stay in contact. He lifted up and started flying in the direction Tony indicated for him. Harry was surprised that he could still attain his maximum speed, but attributed it to the fact that he had enchanted the flight capability while he was in the other world.

At top speed, Harry reached New York in little over two and a half hours. He had flown through a couple of spots of bad weather, but being out of phase saved him the discomfort of getting wet. When he landed, Harry was stiff, but he walked to the park across from the magical shopping district and cast a couple of security spells, before removing backup plan.

"You all have your wands?" Harry asked, once they were all out again. He had enchanted a couple of wands with some simple spells and bound them to each person, so that it couldn't be used by anyone else. It should read as magical and pass any tests, should someone decide to inspect them.

They all took out their wands, Tony's extending from inside his sleeve, so he could grasp it, by some mechanical means. Harry assumed he'd dedicated some of his nanites to the task. They were just so damn versatile that he could simply design something and have them take that shape.

"Good." Harry nodded and turned to the entrance, leading them in. He knew this would take long, as they wouldn't be going shopping again until after the divergence point.

Everyone had purchased things of interest, while they looked out for things that might be useful. They went into every store imaginable and purchased many items. Clothing to fit in. Tools of the various trades. Tony had even purchased a clock like the Weasleys owned. Harry didn't know how everything was done, after all, and that was one of the things he never could quite figure out. Now that he had an example, though, he'd be able to do so.

Tony had purchased a whole crate of every-flavour beans and many other magical sweets from the sweet shop. If they could figure out the processes and enchantments, they might just be able to open another sort of shop.

Wanda had gone to look inside a wand shop and had talked shop with the owner for a bit. He even had her tested for a wand, just as curious as herself if there was a better fit for her, but it turned out none of the wands reacted well for her. There were other focuses as well, like rings with gemstones and a staff or two, but nothing really worked for her. She did purchase a couple of cores though, which the other wandmaker sold to her with a smile. He only sold her the stuff that were too difficult for himself to find a resonance with. He had refused to tell her how the rings and staffs worked, stating it was a family secret. She decided that that would be her next project. They had something similar, but it was limited in range.

Hela had seen a magical armament shop. It was really just a shop for display weapons, but the armour section had real dragon-hide clothes, which were both beautifully made and expensive. She had found a dark green full-length dragon-leather coat with a hood that could be pulled over it, which she simply had to have. It was made from the belly of a dragon, so it was soft and flexible, but she was assured that it was still very durable and completely fireproof. That it was lined with a magical silk from an Acromantula with an enchantment for comfort was just a bonus that made it twice as expensive.

Natasha had found some things she liked there as well and had Harry try on some new boots, most of which she ended up getting, knowing that he was limited in options and had mentioned it. Natasha had even purchased a new dark red dragon leather cloak for Wanda. It would be a surprise for later, though. Harry had found a couple of Goblin made daggers, which he purchased and haggled with the owner a bit and bought as much already processed dragon-leather as he was willing to part with. The Acromantula silk was an expensive commodity and the man refused to sell him any of his, but referred him to his supplier.

That led them to a clothing store, where the owner had been kind enough to sell them a reel of the stuff, but it, too, was very expensive. It didn't stop there, though. They all purchased something to wear that would suit them better and many reels of different weaves of fabric, which Harry thought he could give to Frigga as a gift. That, in turn, inspired Natasha to buy many different kinds of clothes in different styles, which she could also offer Frigga, since she loved to see the different styles of clothing Harry had made on occasion and had expressed an interest in their design.

Loki had delighted in finding a joke shop and had disappeared into it on his own. Harry understood the need. It wouldn't be any fun if everyone knew what he purchased. He'd warn Natasha to take her own soap to the bathroom, though, because he didn't doubt she'd shoot Loki if tadpoles started spawning on her body if she accidentally used Frog Spawn Soap.

Their next stop was a second-hand book store. Bruce had finally found his heaven. He started piling up books on every subject, since he knew what Harry had already, and by the end of his mission, they had spent another large pile of gold. They didn't need to buy books they already owned, because Harry would replicate what he needed to put in the other Backup Plan. That was until Bruce had found another book store, down a dark alley. It reminded Harry of Knockturn Alley, with the shifty people he saw hanging around in it.

They kept on finding more and more interesting things, including a pair of vanishing cabinets. Harry had to have those, so he got them too. All manner of dark enchantments and books on forgotten rituals and magics from ages past soon joined the collection. There was also an apothecary in the dark part of the alley, but Harry convinced Bruce to give it a skip. He'd heard stories about what ingredients one could find in such places and didn't want to expose his friends to things like werewolf saliva or bottled Banshee's cry. Accidents that might happen while handling vampire blood were not unheard of, either. Instead they went to a normal apothecary and Bruce purchased a lot of ingredients he either knew they needed or were new to him.

Steve had found and entered a store that sold magic paint, which would allow a person to paint pictures that move. He asked Harry nicely, but Harry just laughed and told him to go nuts. He'd not found anything for himself yet, except for a very comfortable and sturdy pair of boots.

Harry had also popped into a jeweller, to look at what enchantments one could have put on jewellery. There he found a pair of amulets that, when worn by two people, would allow them to feel each other's emotions. He purchased them and a couple of other nifty items, which he thought he could reverse-engineer to make new magic items himself.

The last place they found, made Tony very happy. It was a liquor store. They found that there really weren't many different magical drinks. Mostly just things that looked strange or had potions in them. Tony had asked the sales person about things like what they had been making and he was just pointed towards the Firewhiskey. In the end they didn't get much from the shop, but Harry had seen and purchased a pipe made from the tooth of a dragon. It was carved exquisitely with a moving image of a wolf running around the head of the pipe. He was told that it would howl when smoked and one would see the shape of a wolf at hunt in the smoke.

Nine hours after entering, they exited again. Tony was talking excitedly, even after the disappointment of the liquor store, and Harry was laughing, while Natasha rolled her eyes at Tony's insistence that Quadpot was perfect for Asgardians, considering how the ball explodes. Nobody else was carrying anything. Harry had simply brought out Backup Plan and levitated the purchases down to the first room. Trunks with rooms were not unheard of. It was rare, sure enough, but not enough to really draw attention. Harry's storage, however, had caught the eye of one old Wizard who simply had to know how he did that. Harry had lied and said it was an illusion, to protect where he kept his trunk. The old man had nodded in understanding and walked away with a smile after congratulating him on his ingenuity.

They found a quiet place and Harry performed his security magic again, so that everyone could enter Backup Plan. Harry had no doubt that Bruce would be sorting through the books and ingredients instantly. He'd probably not even come out when they landed, if he had his nose in a book when they did so. Fortunately Harry had remembered to move the darker artefacts to a space that he'd sectioned off. Everyone knew to leave those items alone anyway.

When they were all in, Harry flew back to London and their temporary home.

They had time still, so Harry went about the duplication of Backup Plan. It took him a week to create the entire inside as it had been when he arrived in the new reality. Then he and Bruce went about putting what they knew were in there into their proper places. The magical plants they needed would have to be put in later, but by the time the second week was done, they had recreated most of everything. Harry had had to make a couple of trips to museums to make copies of the paintings they had sold at auction, but that was a simple task for him now.

He copied his vault room and his stores of stored food and enchanted everything that had been there before. By the time a month had ended, they had finally finished the job. The only thing that needed to still be done, was the magical plants and the Fidelius to hide the entrance. That would be done later, though.

Once everything was as prepared as they could get it, Harry and Tony set up the rune induced field generator poles and went back to the lounge. They had spent a couple of hours going through Harry's memories and found a point where they could make a difference, using Harry's new capabilities.

They activated the Time Dilation and watched as the sun rose and set every ten seconds, until the correct date was reached. Then they all got in Backup Plan again and Harry activated his Invisibility and Phased out, before flying to Bones Manor.

"So, do we know what time of the day this Bones woman died?" Natasha asked over the comms and monitoring Harry from her personal terminal. She had wanted to be by his side, but knew only he could do this. Tony had insisted on upping his security, though, so everyone now had a seat on a swivel chair, through which they could turn to see all around Harry. The enchanting work didn't take a lot of effort, but the illusionary display had taken him a bit longer for the full display feed.

"No." Harry denied. "We do know that the Dark Mark was seen first and then she was found, so I need to get in there and start my part."

"Go." Steve said. "We've got your back."

"You really should work on setting up some defences we can trigger though. Just in case someone sneaks up on you." Tony said. He could just imagine Harry stepping into battle and not lifting a finger as all six of them used a targeting system combined with the illusionary displays to attack all the foes in his area, even people behind him.

"We can try and work something out sometime, but we've just stepped into the beginning of the war and I think we'll be a little busy from now on." Harry said as he floated to the manor house. It wasn't a bad idea, honestly. Maybe they should adapt something like that for the Ghost Squads.

It was late evening and the sun had only just set, so Harry was careful. He needed to avoid the wards, which he knew were in place. Fortunately, with him out of phase, he moved past the ward without it even detecting him. He found Amelia Bones sitting down to dinner. If the reports were to be believed, she was found in her nightgown, so Harry knew he'd have to wait for her to go to bed. His friends were talking to him, but he didn't respond, since he couldn't even silence his location without the magic being detected by the wards.

He followed her around the house, giving her some privacy while she finished some paperwork, by staying in the corner on the far side of her home office and outside the bathroom when she went about her evening ablutions. Once she was in bed, Harry went out through the window to look out at what he could see. Nothing happened for many hours and Harry kept his silent vigil. He was worried that he had somehow changed something already, or gotten the date wrong, but shortly before 3AM, there was a flash from the wards and Harry felt them go down instantly, followed quickly by another ward going up, which would stop apparition and portkeys. He knew those wards well.

He hurried back inside and found Amelia having awoken to the ward dropping. She cast a couple of quick detection charms and swore as she realised she had been blocked from escape. Squaring her shoulders she marched out of the room, having thrown something on over her sleepwear. When she reached the stairs, there was a crash as her front door was obliterated. When the splinters cleared, Voldemort himself stood in the door.

Harry quickly activated his time dilation and started his plan. First he focussed his magic on Amelia and then produced a copy of her, clothes and all, off to the side, where neither of them could see it. It was just a conjuration, but Harry soon fixed that, with his intent magic. It took him a while, but he was able to complete the job in under a minute, his time. He instantly turned the body invisible and had it hover next to himself.

Then he slowly allowed time to speed up. He needed to know the exact moment the woman would die so that he could replace her with the copy. This was the only way to keep the time-line intact. If people died originally, they'd have to 'die' again. One way or the other, they needed to be taken out of the fight, so she'd be joining Sirius in stasis, if Harry was able to do what he had planned.

In slow motion, the confrontation seemed to drag forever. At first they talked and Amelia proved her worth by not once showing fear to the monster. Then they started exchanging spells. Harry watched in fascination as they acted and reacted to each other. He noticed, for the first time, that Tom was using multiple spells at once. While he let one spell fly, he was already preparing to cast the next and its power was visibly gathering as he did so, but if it was in real-time, you'd have to look very hard and you couldn't notice it while you were fighting him, because you were focussed on what he was already doing to you. That explained why he was so flashy as well. Like a magician, he drew your attention from what he was doing, by making a show of it.

Harry was still watching the fight, modifying the body he had waiting, as Amelia received wounds for her resistance, when he noticed a familiar build-up of green energy. Apparently Amelia had taken enough of his valuable time and he was preparing to end it. Harry stood at the ready and awaited the spell as he slowed time to his maximum capability.

When the killing curse left Voldemort's wand, Harry looked at Amelia's current position and moved the body to take a similar stance. He watched as the unblockable spell moved right through her shield and just before it hit her body, he performed a switching spell, bringing her out of phase and making her invisible and placing the replica in her place. She was still slow from his perspective, so the stunning spell he touched her with left her looking like she was still awake, even as the killing curse hit the copy and started falling back. Harry allowed time to regain speed as he watched Tom smile for his success.

Voldemort had been tired of the Aurors trying to find his people and wanted their spirit broken, so he decided to pay the Head of the DMLE a visit. Her wards were simple for him to break and he had already trapped her, so he walked, casually, to her door and blasted it to pieces. Amelia Bones looked down at him from her second-floor landing and he smirked up at her.

Then the usual conversation happened. Why did they always say he would never win? He had returned from the dead, after all. Obviously he'd win. He couldn't be stopped. When the fight started, he was surprised she could keep up with him, but for every attack she threw at him, she had to block three times. When he had enough entertainment, having seen several broken bones and cuts on her face and body, he sent a killing curse and finished the job he had set out for.

She fell to the floor, anticlimactically and lay there, dead. He walked up to her body and saw the vacant eyes he had seen so many times. Her face was all wrong though. He had hoped it would show shock or fear, but it was just blank, almost peaceful. He sighed, turned around and left. Such a waste of a Pureblood.

With that done, Harry put the real woman in stasis and moved her into storage. He decided to stay to ensure the Aurors though her dead and watched as they came upon the body minutes later, noting the wand in her hand, which Harry had also switched.

Harry lifted out of the house and went back to their place. Once there, he took out Backup Plan and Natasha was the first one out, hugging him instantly.

"How did they know she was attacked?" Tony asked.

"Her house was probably watched by Aurors that work for the other side." Harry said, with closed eyes as he hugged his wife.

"The enemy has infiltrated the protecting authorities?" Hela asked, next out. "That does not bode well for the people, but it does explain why they showed up so quickly."

Harry nodded as the last few people got out, before he put Backup Plan away again.

"Are you sure we can't just go look for these horcrux things?" Steve asked. He really didn't want to wait for all the damage these people were going to cause.

"We've discussed this Steve." Tony said. "If we interfere in certain things, it would affect the timeline and we'd not be able to follow our knowledge anymore. Doing the things we're doing now ensures our ability to act on our knowledge when the time comes."

"It's not easy for us either, you know." Bruce said.

Steve nodded after a moment. He knew what was coming would only get worse. He looked at Harry as he was once again hugging Natasha. How could he even bare it, knowing what these people would do?

"I like to think of it as us saving an entire world." Harry said. "It's not easy to watch people die. We'll save as many as we can, but we won't be able to save everyone."

It was a sombre group of people, who went for a bit of food and a rest. They'd be activating the stasis again soon, but after the long wait, through the night, many of them were quite tired.

The next day, they had their next target to save and time was moved forward again. Hannah Abbott's mother had refused to help the Death Eaters and were killed for it. Harry went, with his team supporting him again, and saved the woman as well. The process was much the same, except that there was a torture session the woman had to endure first. It was torturous for Harry to stand there and let it happen. Everyone was quiet, as well. The Death Eaters had exposed their identities and a list was being made of people who would have to pay for their sins, before they would be allowed to die. Harry was considering building a new prison on Niflheim, just for them.

When they returned that night, they went to rest again, but the next morning a new plan was formed. They would not be able to sit through something like that again. Fortunately the next person on their list was not going to be all that difficult. Albus Dumbledore.

They moved forward again and Harry had them all in Backup Plan again. This time, they apparated to Hogsmeade and Harry was able to fly them through the wards at Hogwarts. They were quite comprehensive and, for a moment, it felt like they would resist him, but he was allowed to pass through after a moment. Harry knew that his younger self had the marauders map, but fortunately he was not in Hogwarts at the time. He couldn't remember if he checked the map after they returned from the cave, but didn't want to be caught, so he resolved to make his way out as soon as possible, once his job was complete.

They watched as Harry and Dumbledore appeared and Dumbledore ordered him to hide. Malfoy disarmed Dumbledore and Snape sent his killing curse at his mentor and closest friend. This time, Harry did notice a flicker of regret crossing Snape's face. He wasn't a nice man, but he wasn't a bad guy.

Harry did his thing and had to spend an extra couple of moments studying Dumbledore's arm, to emulate the effects of the curse. It was a nasty one, but he had no doubt he'd be able to save the old man, with an overuse of power, or possibly a replacement arm. Harry then fled the scene, without waiting for the body to hit the base of the tower, and returned them home again.

The next time they would be stepping into was the day Harry was rescued from his home, just before Bill and Fleur's wedding and Harry's birthday.

They arrived in Privet drive and watched as Harry's family drove off, to go into hiding.

"So those are the people who should have cared for you?" Loki asked.

"That's them." Harry agreed.

"Did you ever see them after this again?" Tony asked.

"No. I didn't need to go back. The protections on the house soon disappeared anyway." Harry said.

"Do me a favour and place a tracking charm on their car." Loki insisted.

"Can't." Harry denied. "Any magic I do right now, before I reach 17, will be tracked. They'll think it was my younger self."

"Then put one of mine on the car." Tony insisted. "If you never see any of these people again, you won't have to worry about us paying them a visit later."

Harry smirked at the idea. It made sense, but he'd have to just find out where they went for now. Rather not tempt fate. "Fine, but leave Dudley alone. At least he was trying to be nice to me in the last couple of weeks."

"I see no problem with that." Loki said. "It is admirable that he came to his senses on his own, too."

"I agree." Hela said. "It shows he's got character and that there's a little of you in him. Perhaps the last good thing from your mother's line that made it to the boy."

Harry had to agree to that. Dudley would never be the sharpest knife in the drawer. No, he'd more likely be a spoon, but at least he had tried. Considering his parents' persistent attitude and the way they raised him, it was quite admirable that he'd go against their wishes to try and be nice to him.

Harry placed the tracker and returned to his younger incarnation's side. Then they waited. Just after dark, the order turned up. Harry watched as his friends arrived and he couldn't help his smile at seeing them alive again. He had one priority today and someone he'd like to try and save. Alastor Moody was the priority. Hedwig would be nice, but he'd shed all his tears for his old owl. If he could save her after Alastor, it would be a nice bonus though.

So they followed Moody as he flew off on his specialized broom. Tony mentioned that it looked cool, the way the old man sat back in reasonable comfort. Harry had no doubt he'd need to make Tony a new broom at some point. When the attack came, Mundungus Fletcher, the coward that he was, didn't even wait to see the enemy. He simply apparated out.

Harry had to wait for a spell to almost hit Moody from the back, when he proved too difficult for the enemy to face directly. The man was full of piss and vinegar as he grinned an evil grin and happily took on all comers. Harry's respect for the man, which had always been high, went up just a notch. When the spell came, Harry replaced him and flew off directly after where he knew his younger self and Hagrid would be.

He arrived just in time to see the killing curse inch its way to Hedwig as she flew in its path to save Harry. Harry quickly replaced her as well and a little part of his childhood was safe. He knew that some of the others would be hurt, but he couldn't help them, so he left again.

This was what they did for several days, knowing that Harry's younger self was desperately trying to find and destroy every horcrux. When the final battle came, they were there was well.

By this point, they had saved quite a few people, including Rufus Scrimgeour, Ted Tonks and Dobby, but Harry knew the final battle would be difficult. So many people died there, but he was concerned with a few of them specifically and he didn't know exactly when they died, so he'd be living through the whole thing in slow motion, as he tried to save them all.

They took a couple of days to prepare and Harry spent most of his time in meditation to steady himself. He knew he couldn't save them all, but he needed to wait until a certain point, when he could act. The younger Harry had to fulfil the prophecy first.

When the time came, Harry went to Hogwarts and started on his mission. Everyone was at their stations and ready. There were seven more people on Harry's list to save and he'd need to stay on mission.

Twenty gruelling hours of slowed time and Harry was tired as hell. He'd finally gotten them all, ending with Snape. That was a bit more tricky as the man had been bitten several times by Nagini, but Harry had administered a couple of phoenix tears and stored the man away, as he had with Fred, Remus, Tonks and even Lavender Brown. He'd almost decided not to save Colin Creevey, but had relented, when Steve informed him that under no circumstances could he doom an innocent boy to death, no matter how annoying he was.

When the younger Harry snuck out of the castle to go to his death, Harry went with him. The younger Harry would be summoning his parents and Remus and Sirius with the resurrection stone. Harry had to emulate what he remembered them doing and saying. While younger Harry was looking at Sirius, Harry noted his parents both looking at him, where he was flying invisibly and James winked at him. Of course they could see him.

When the younger Harry dropped the resurrection stone, Harry levitated it up and, without touching it, dropped it into a pocket. That would be useful later. Then he went to set up a little 'trap'. With it in place, they could start on the next part of the plan as soon as the necessary happened.

Harry waited invisibly, as Voldemort and his troops entered the school one last time an hour later. Hagrid was carrying the younger Harry's 'lifeless' body and the crowd gathered while Harry waited for the duel. There were some touching words and a bit of defiance and then the younger Harry made his move. It was a short while later, when Neville had destroyed the final horcrux, when Harry's younger incarnation finally ended the fight, with a disarming charm of all things.

The Death Eaters that saw his fall, apparated and ported out instantly, never even noticing the magical field that they moved through to escape. Finally, Harry let out a sigh of relief. "It's finally time." he whispered to himself, knowing that his friends could hear him.

"We've still got some work to do." Steve said sternly over his comm.

"Of course," Loki interjected, "but now we can start being useful." He was specifically thinking about Harry's aunt and uncle. He had not yet been allowed to do anything about them.

"Do we need to do anything here, anymore?" Natasha asked.

"Not that I can think of." Harry said, just as the younger Harry and Ginny kissed as passionately as a young couple could, while in front of her parents. He knew that didn't last. Unfortunately it didn't stop him from feeling sad for the girl. He remembered her dying defiantly, still holding out hope that Harry would win and come for her when he was done.

Harry took off and went back to their place, where he would finally let the team out. They didn't stay there long, however. They Apparated to the Albanian Forest, where Harry had once tracked Voldemort's latest and final horcrux. Voldemort was already being reborn again, he knew, but he was weak. Harry knew he needed a Death Eater nearby to call his remaining followers, so he would not be calling on them anytime soon.

Voldemort could not believe he had lost to that brat. Again! This time, when he had his strength, he'd get his vengeance on the world. He couldn't come out of the shadows again, not with only one Horcrux. He had made Charity Burbage's skull into his last horcrux. The muggle-loving idiot would never know the honour he had bestowed on her. It wasn't easy, with how many pieces of his soul he'd already split off, but he'd finally managed and then he set up a return plan. He would not spend years as a wraith again, while his followers did nothing.

He lay on the ground, recovering from his rebirth, breathing heavily. When he was mostly recovered he felt something. He was not alone. Nobody should be able to be here, not with his protections up. He calmed himself and slowly stood up.

"Cover yourself, man. There are ladies present." a voice said from off to the side. As whoever it was conjured some grey robes on him.

Voldemort looked up instantly and was shocked to see eight profiles. Most of them looked strange. There was some sort of metal construct with glowing eyes, two women with green and red cloaks, a man with long black hair and a black cloak, a muggle-looking fellow with casual clothing and brown hair, a man dressed all in blue with a shield baring a star, another red-headed woman wearing black body armour with a jacket and a belt and finally a man in full dragon-hide armour, with a hood and mask, coming to just under his eyes.

The one with the hood had spoken, but he could see no wand in his hand. The woman in red carried two, but none of the others had any out. The brunette man had one in his pocket though, which he could see sticking out.

"Why are you here?" Voldemort asked as he slowly started walking to where he had left a spare wand. Nobody impeded his movement. "Who are you?"

"We're here to kill you, Tom." Harry said, dropping his hood and mask.

"You aren't him." Voldemort denied, even though his eyes showed shock.

"Actually, he is." Natasha said as she smirked at the man. "Not the one you know, but still."

"What are you talking about, muggle?" Voldemort spat, having spotted her guns, mere toys in his mind. "Harry Potter is nothing more than a child who won by luck, when he faced me earlier today."

"He's not wrong." Harry said conversationally. "I was kind of prone to trust in my luck at that age."

"You're not that boy anymore." Hela assured. "You are now a god and king of incredible power. To compare you to this tainted creature would be impossible."

"You have better taste now, too." Natasha said with a smirk.

"I don't know about being a god, but he is powerful." Steve conceded. "Though I still think I could beat you in a fair fight." he added with a smirk.

Voldemort had finally reached his wand and quickly aimed it at them. "You should have taken your chance, while you had it." he sneered at them, quickly casting a killing curse at the man in the armour. It didn't reach him, as the man with the shield moved quickly and blocked it. "Impossible! The killing curse cannot be blocked!"

"Yet our companion just did so." Hela said. She turned to Harry, "Would you mind if I teach him to respect his betters, brother?"

"Just don't kill him." Harry nodded. "I can't finish him off if his soul escapes."

Hela smiled at him. "Of course, brother. I would not take your chance from you." she assured him as she walked to the man, who cast another killing curse, only for it to be caught in her bare hand, when she moved faster than he could see. She held the spell and looked at it, its power arching and sparking, trying to actually touch her. "Interesting." she said, before making the spell disappear. Then she closed the last of the distance and started beating the shit out of him.

"Are you sure we cannot take him back with us?" Loki asked with a smile. "Our father would love to have a word or two with him."

"I'd love to see him fed water from your island's pool of eternity, just to have him banished from the island for all time." Hela said as she continued punching the man, while holding him aloft with one arm.

"No greater torture could exist." Loki agreed. "Appropriate. Good plan Hela."

"I'm afraid I cannot claim to have thought of it." Hela said as she dropped the man, only to drop-kick him into a wall, where he lost consciousness and fell to the floor. "Logan once threatened me thus."

"Is that when you started sniffing around him?" Natasha asked with a bit of a smile as Harry went to heal the man, so that Loki could pin him up for them. Harry didn't like torture, but with the cave sealed off and all magical means of escape blocked, he could enjoy what they were doing to the man who had sentenced him to a life of hell, just for a bit.

"I wouldn't describe it thus." Hela disagreed. "Though, I do envy May Parker for the time he makes for her, even though I respect her too."

Harry pointed at Loki and then Voldemort, enervating the monster with the point. Loki caught on instantly. "Oh, this is going to be fun." he said with an evil smirk. He summoned two daggers and drove them through his shoulders and pinned him to the cave of the wall. A little application of intent and he stayed there.

"What are you people!?" Voldemort asked after he had yelled in pain and tried to escape, with nothing happening.

Everyone looked at Harry, who shrugged. "Maybe we should introduce ourselves." Harry suggested. "He really should know who took him out. Though, I don't want to make this a habit. Bad guys like to talk and they tend to lose because of it." He looked at Tom suddenly and realised he was channelling magic, even though he'd lost his wand while Hela had beat on him.

Tom lifted his hand and blew over it. A gout of flame spewed forth as Fiendfyre was unleashed on the interlopers. When he was certain they must be dead, he forced his will on the living flame to snuff it. When it was gone, he realised he had miscalculated. They were all just standing there looking at him. "How are you doing that!?" he demanded.

"Magic." Harry said with a smile. "Though, you just cost yourself an introduction." He turned to his friends, "What do you think? Kill him here, or take him with us?"

Most of his friends wanted to present him to Odin, for the justice he deserved. Steve and Bruce wanted him to die, so that it could just be over. Harry wanted him dead as well, but he remembered his father's fervour when he spoke of the punishment he'd bestow on the man who cost Harry everything. In the end, Harry decided to place him in stasis and then storage, along with his horcrux. He made sure he was knocked out first though. No chance of him waking up and somehow breaking stasis in the meanwhile.

The cave was barren of any kind of magical knowledge, so they knew they'd need to continue looking, since they still needed to find the ritual Voldemort had originally planned to use after he had destroyed the world.

They went back home, after that. They still had the clean-up to do, after all, but first, Harry needed to rest again. Natasha put him to bed, but told him she'd be going over the globe, which Harry had enchanted to track the Death Eaters. Harry nodded, but was already asleep, by the end of the action.

He'd never been out of phase, invisible and using time dilation as much as he had that day and he was physically and mentally exhausted. Having been on guard for the entirety of their encounter with Tom, while being so tired, and acting casual, was very stressful for him too. Logically he had known that the man could still pose a threat to his friends, but he had worked with the Avengers long enough to know how to break an opponent's spirit.

He slept for a long time and by the time he woke up, he felt hungry and thirsty. He got up and made his way to the living room. Imagine his surprise, when he found the team, sitting around the living room and chatting with thirty-odd people in stasis fields, lying on the floor.

"What the hell happened while I was sleeping?!" Harry exclaimed.

Tony smirked at him, "You were sleeping and we've been itching to do something. Seriously it's been weeks since I've been able to break out my suit."

"Were you careful?" Harry asked. When Tony winced and looked up at the screen, Harry saw a picture of the Iron Man suit that had been taken by what appeared to be a novice.

"Fortunately people are calling it a hoax." Natasha said as she got up to hug her husband. "The technology of this time period simply doesn't allow for better quality."

"Are these all Death Eaters?" Harry asked as he looked between the people and noticed a couple of faces he knew.

"They were all on your tracking artefact." Hela confirmed, pointing off to the side where an enchanted Earth-ball floated and turned slightly with little pin-pricks of light scattered throughout Europe.

"How did you sleep?" Bruce asked. "I know you spent a lot of power yesterday."

"I'm actually feeling pretty damn good." Harry said with a smile. It was true. He'd slept very well, knowing the madman was finally stopped. His world was finally safe.

"Now we just need to round up the rest." Tony said with a grin of his own.

And that's what they did for the next two days. Most of the team were frustrated that there wasn't much to do, but Natasha was able to help him as she was the stealthiest of them all. Harry could take out a lot of people at once, and had to set up the wards to prevent escape, but sometimes he needed an extra person to help pick off the stragglers.

When they were done, only one family remained. The Malfoys. Cowards that they were, they never left their mansion and it was protected by a Fidelius. Harry had no doubt that they had a stockpile of food and possibly a new house elf. He was loathe to do what he was about to, but he had no choice, so he brought out Dobby.

When Dobby awoke, he saw that he was surrounded by people, all looking at him. "Who is you being?" he asked. That's when he focussed on the one who felt familiar to him. It took him a moment, but finally realised who it was. "Harry Potter, sir!"

"Hi Dobby." Harry said with a smile. "It's been a long time." he said.

"Has it?" Dobby asked.

"It's been a couple of years." Harry confirmed. "For me at least."

"Hello Dobby." Natasha said. "Harry always says good things about you." The others all nodded. It was true. Harry hadn't talked about the little guy much, but when he did it was always with a fond smile and just a bit of sadness.

Dobby cocked his head to the side and asked, "Who is you miss?"

"I'm Natasha Potter. Harry's wife." Natasha said.

"But, I though…" Dobby trailed off.

"Many things happened, Dobby. And we'd love to discuss it, but for now, we need your help." Harry said.

"What can Dobby do for the great Harry Potter, sir?" Dobby asked.

"We need you to take us into Malfoy Manor." Harry said.

"You can't!" Dobby said, shaking his head. "The Dark Lord goes there!"

"Don't worry about Voldemort." Harry said with a smile. "He's never going to bother anyone ever again."

"Harry already defeated him." Bruce said. "I'm Bruce Banner, by the way. It really is nice to meet one of Harry's friends."

"Thank you, sir. You are kind to a House Elf, to call him a friend of the great Harry Potter." Dobby said with some tears spilling down his face. "I'll take you, but you must promise not to get hurt!" Dobby demanded.

After that, it was a simple process to bring in the last of the Death Eaters. Once everyone was captured, Harry left interrogation to the others. He really wasn't too keen on hearing all the horrible things they had done. With their home secure, Loki and Hela led the interrogations, with Tony having his AI transcribe their confessions and Bruce supplying the Veritaserum. Wanda was off procuring the needed magical plants and Harry and Natasha was planning on a gathering for a couple of reunions.

Loki and Hela knew to ask about ritual magic and to ask for any information that may be useful. If Loki had any say in it, Harry's restricted section would grow twice over. With the Death Eaters giving all their secrets, there was no doubt that that would happen. Dobby was thanked for his help and asked if he would like to work for Harry. They'd needed to give him some more information after Dobby noticed that the Malfoys looked the same as he remembered, but he had the standard reaction of instantly promising to keep the great Harry Potter's secrets, when he proved that he was who he said he was.

With that sorted, Harry and Natasha went to Australia, to look for Wendell and Monica Wilkins, aka, Hermione's parents, who she had obliviated and memory charmed. In their original time, Hermione had never gone to retrieve them, when the Death Eaters started attacking again. Harry still didn't know if that was under the orders of Voldemort or if they had acted on their own after they had crippled the British wizarding world, but he wouldn't let that happen again.

It didn't take them long to find the couple and Harry's skills helped him recover their memories quickly. That was all they had planned, but they did offer transport to the couple back home. They weren't allowed too far into Backup Plan, but a couple of hours later, Harry had dropped them off at home. They had promised to keep Harry's secret, since they were both indebted to him and he had mentioned time-travel. They were intelligent people and understood there could be consequences, even if they didn't know what they were.

Harry didn't stick around for the reunion. Instead he Apparated himself and Natasha back to the apartment, where the interviews were still ongoing. The idea was to hand the people over to the DMLE in secret. Only the head of the DMLE would know where they came from. Their signed confessions were the only thing standing between them and Hela's blade. It was necessary. Those who refused, signed their own death warrant.

One more week later and their final plan was in motion. Harry and his friends appeared on the outskirts of Hogwarts with two guests. The castle was still in ruins, even though he saw some signs of repairs being done. They walked in and to the front doors, where Harry knocked on the door. He was in disguise again. Tony and the guests had to wear runed glasses to see the castle, but that was necessary.

The caretaker, Filch, opened the door with his usual scowl. "Are you the one that made the appointment?"

"That would be me." Harry confirmed with a smile. "It's good to see you again Argus." he added.

"Do I know you?" Filch asked.

"You do, but I doubt you'd remember." Harry chuckled. "Have our guests arrived?"

"Some." Filch said with a frown. "They are in the hall, having lunch with the Headmistress."

"McGonagall?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Filch said again. "Follow me." he then said and led them the short distance to the doors of the Great Hall. They asked the Grangers to wait outside the door for the surprise.

"Would you like to come with?" Harry asked on impulse. "We've got some gifts especially for you."

"Me?" Filch asked.

"Yes, you." Harry said. His friends all smirked, knowing the man's history and the reason for his permanent scowl.

Filch shrugged and followed them in. Inside were gathered a big group of people around a large round table. All of them wore frowns and looks of suspicion.

"Are you Mister Odinson?" McGonagall asked as they walked to the gathering of people. Harry noted all of them had their wands out. A quick, subtle check with his magic and Harry noted there were a couple of people hiding in the antechamber. They were probably backup. Hopefully the other guests were with them.

"That would be me." Harry confirmed.

"And me." Loki said. "We're brothers." he clarified at their look. "Though, Harry here is the one who called this meeting."

"Your letter said something about the future of the Wizarding World and protecting it from people like Voldemort?" McGonagall asked.

"Just one moment, please?" Harry said. Before they could react, Harry waved his hand twice and added his own protections to the castle and its grounds.

"My husband needed to secure the castle, for all of our safety." Natasha said. "Any of you who feel uncomfortable with this arrangement may leave and we will not stop you. This really is just a precaution."

"What did you do?" McGonagall asked. She had felt the magic leave the man, it was like a hundred wizards of Albus' power had recast the wards of Hogwarts. "And how the blazes did you do that?!"

"Harry?" Natasha asked.

"It's about time that we told you all a little story." Harry began. "Let us all get comfortable first, though, shall we?" He waved a hand and the chairs around the table were all replaced by recliners. Harry turned to Steve, "Will you please go get our lasts guests, before we begin?"

"Sure thing, Harry." Steve said as he casually walked back to the door.

"Who is he going to go get?" younger Harry asked.

"A couple of muggles we invited." Harry said. "It's necessary."

"Muggles can't see the Castle." McGonagall informed him.

"We're muggles." Natasha said pointing between most of them, excluding Wanda, Loki and Hela.

"No, you're not." Hermione argued. "You couldn't be here if you were."

"It's a long story, but every one of my friends can see the magical world." Harry said. "Shall we have something to drink?" he asked. He had prepared some for the presentation part and knew how many people to serve, so he summoned the mugs of butterbeer in front of everyone there. "Butterbeer has always been a favourite of mine."

"I'll have a firewhiskey, if you don't mind." Loki said. "The strong stuff."

Harry obliged and summoned his. It was all part of the act.

Steve had by now reached the doors and waited for everyone to be ready, before he returned with Mr and Mrs Granger in tow.

"Mum, Dad!" Hermione exclaimed and ran to her parents. "Why are you here!? How are you here!?" She couldn't help the last question, "Why are you wearing glasses?" It was in her nature.

"Mister Odinson gave us these so that we may see magic." Hermione's father said.

"He's also the one who gave us our memories back, so you better listen to every word he says, little lady!" her mother added, in a stern voice.

"Hey there Mr and Mrs Granger." Harry said. "Take a seat. We're just about to begin."

"Why are you here?" McGonagall insisted after she had watched Mrs Weasley warn Ron not to drink the Butterbeer even as the Grangers sat down and took sips, themselves. Everyone was on edge, but the new arrivals.

"Could you ask your people to come in?" Harry asked. "I don't like the feeling of people watching me when I can't see them."

"How did you…?" McGonagall asked, but stopped herself. When the people refused to come in, Harry charmed the wall to the antechamber invisible, from both sides. He waved at them with a grin. Frowning, the Aurors exited the room, but they all had their wands trained on the strangers.

"Okay." Harry said, before a look of confusion crossed his face. "Where do I start this again?" he asked.

"Probably a good idea to give the gifts first?" Tony suggested. "Otherwise you'll have to tell the whole story all over again."

"Makes sense." Harry said, standing up. The Aurors kept their wands trained on him as he moved. He looked at George and asked, "What would you give to spend time with your brother again, even just an hour?"

George answered instantly, even as people tried to stop him, "I'd give everything I own."

Harry nodded and stuck his hand into his storage and floated out the energy cocoon that contained Fred. There were gasps and Mr and Mrs Weasley looked like they were about to attack the man for stealing their son's body from his grave, until Harry removed a disc and enervated the boy.

"What?! Where am I?" he asked as Harry allowed him onto the ground.

"You're at Hogwarts." Harry said. "It's been two weeks since we rescued you."

"Rescued?" Fred asked, before he was bowled over by his brother.

"George!" George yelled as he hugged his sibling, even as he felt for a familiar gash he knew his brother had on his back, from when they had had an accident.

"I'm not George! You're George!" Fred said, confirming their security phrase. Twins know their siblings. They were soon engulfed in a crushing hug from their mother who broke down in tears and soon needed to be told to stop, before she killed Fred all over again. She didn't laugh at his joke, but relaxed a little, before she started looking him over, to make sure he really was okay.

"It's really him?" George asked, while he gave his twin space so their mother could mother him. He looked up at Harry with gratefulness, but some confusion. "How?"

"Magic." Harry said with a smirk. "And don't worry about the cost. You can pay me next time." he said with a wink. Then he looked at the rest. He cancelled his glamours to more shocked exclamations. "Let me introduce myself again. Hi, my name is Harry James Potter Odinson. I'm thirty-nine years old and from your perspective, I'm a time traveller."

There was the sound of a body hitting the floor as Hermione, who had been standing by her parents protectively, passed out. "She knows the rules of time travel." Tony said with a smirk as he held out a hand to Natasha, who dropped a bill in it. "You should have believed me." he shrugged.

"What the blazes is going on!" McGonagall insisted. "I demand answers form you Potter!"

"What!?" both Harrys asked at the same time. "I thought you'd be happy?" the older Harry continued.

McGonagall didn't know what to think. He was obviously a loon. A powerful loon, but definitely around the bend. Then he performed a miracle, by placing wards more powerful than Hogwarts had likely ever seen in an instant and it didn't end there. He'd brought someone back from the dead! She would not be denied.

"You had better start explaining yourself." she said dangerously.

"Mind if we just get our other guests out?" Harry asked. He stuck his hand in storage and pulled our Amelia Bones and Rufus Scrimgeour, who he also enervated.

"Auntie!?" Susan yelled.

"Susan? Is that you? You look so much older. Where was I? The last thing I remember was Voldemort attacking me with a Killing Curse." Amelia said as she hugged her niece. She had believed she'd never see her again. She really thought she had died.

"Sorry for the delay, Susan, Amelia. We had to protect the time-line." Harry apologised.

"What is going on?" Scrimgeour asked. He saw the Aurors and walked to them. "I'm going to need some answers."

"Mister Scrimgeour…" one of the men started.

"That's Minister Scrimgeour to you." the man insisted.

"Not anymore, sir. You've been missing for a year. We thought you were dead." another man said.

"I saw the bloody body meself!" yet another Auror insisted.

"I remember being attacked, but nothing after that. What the hell is going on?!" Scrimgeour asked.

"That's a question I think we'd all like answered." a new voice said. Harry had taken out the healed form of Severus Snape.

"Wait your turn, Snape." Harry said, with a wink. Snape actually decided to hold his tongue, but moved away from the man who had brought him to wakefulness.

Next, Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks joined the growing group of seemingly resurrected people.

Next, Ted Tonks was brought out. Tonks and Remus had been asking questions, but Harry refused to repeat himself over and over again. When Ted joined the group, his daughter broke down in tears and hugged her father with all her might, while Remus stood off to the side and smiled, a look of pride on his face as he watched the older Harry bring so much joy to so many people. It was a miracle and he would not spoil it for anyone by interfering.

Harry had invited Andromeda, Nymphadora's mother, and their son, but understood why they were not there.

To everyone's amazement, except for those who already knew, Harry next produced Dumbledore himself. It had taken quite a bit of power, but Harry had been able to remove the curse and fix the hundred and sixteen year-old man up.

"Albus?!" Minerva exclaimed as she sat down hard, not having the strength to stand. Most people had stopped talking and just stared.

Albus looked at the people assembled. He noticed the older and younger Harry as well and saw the people he didn't know. Then he answered, "I believe I am me, yes, though I doubt my own eyes, since I seem to be seeing double."

"Sorry about the wait." Harry said. "Time travel."

Albus nodded, with a look of interest. "You are being a little light on the details there, Harry."

"Not fun is it?" both Harrys said. The younger Harry looked a little angrier, though.

"Indeed." Dumbledore said. He understood how infuriating it could be to be given half-answers, but he had done all he could to set things up for young Harry to succeed.

Next, Harry started bringing out all the other people he had saved. He hadn't gotten them all, but he gotten damn close. His team had been working overtime pointing out people who were about to fall, and he had done his thing. The only people he didn't save, were the Death Eaters and their allies. These people, he left in suspension, so that they could later be returned to their families. There was still much to discuss.

Harry made no further move to continue pulling out people. Remus had been hoping as well, but his heart sank when Harry stopped. Tonks noticed and went to her husband. She'd already enquired after her baby boy and would be leaving immediately after they were done to go hold him again. Remus' face held a sad kind of acceptance.

When Harry noticed, he walked up to Remus and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Remus, I got him too, but I can't bring him out yet." He said looking around at the Aurors and people who didn't know Sirius was innocent.

Suddenly Remus' eyes held the hope again and Harry couldn't resist the hug the werewolf gave him. "Thank you." Remus whispered in a broken voice. "Thank you." he repeated.

This became the norm as Harry suddenly became the recipient of more and more hugs of gratitude. Ginny, on the other hand was quiet. She stood off to the side with a look of sadness on her face. She had remembered the woman saying Harry was her husband.

It took a while for everyone to settle down. When they were all settled, Harry stood up again. "So, I'm guessing you're less inclined to attack me now?" he asked.

There were no more wands trained on him and Hermione had been brought back around. "You're breaking the rules." Hermione insisted. "You're not allowed to change the past."

"Unless you are setting things right." Tony insisted. "Harry used a couple of loop-holes to do what he did and preserve the time-line."

"But then how-" Hermione started, before her brilliant mind caught up. Then she got up and went to stand in front of the younger Harry. "You can't take him." she insisted.

Harry smiled sadly at her. "Wouldn't that be breaking the rules, Hermione?" he asked.

"But you can't!" she insisted as tears started rolling down her cheeks. "He doesn't deserve it! He's had enough!"

"What is she talking about?" Ron, who had been mostly silent, asked. When Hermione started crying on their best friend's shoulder, he knew that something was wrong.

"It's time for my story." Harry said. This was the hard part, so he had opted to cheat. He took out his Pensieve tablet. "This is a Pensieve. A new one, which one of my friends created." His other friends all took out their Pensieves as well. "In them I have placed the memories of the important events that would have happened to this world if I hadn't stepped in. I will ask all of you who wish to know what happened to enter the Pensieves and watch the memories. I warn you, these are not happy memories."

His friends ranged around the table and as one they all placed the Pensieves Tablets down so that any who wished to could enter the memory. There wasn't one person who didn't enter, except for the Aurors, who were ordered by both Amelia and Rufus to stand guard while everyone was busy. They didn't look happy, but agreed.

Harry noticed Filch standing off in a corner, though. "Didn't you want to see?" Harry asked.

"Couldn't make a difference. I'm a glorified janitor." he said sourly.

"Let's fix that, then, shall we?" Harry smirked. The people would be busy for a while, after all. Harry walked to the man and took him aside and started whispering with him. He presented him with a few gifts and soon the man was excitedly running out of the hall. Harry re-joined his friends and Harry called for Dobby, who he had forgotten to tell everyone about. Oh well.

"Hey Dobby, would you mind asking the Elves to prepare us something to eat? It's getting a bit late." Harry asked.

Dobby looked between Harry and the younger Harry and smiled. "I will get the great and other great Harry Potter sirs and their friends something to eat." Then he disappeared to the kitchens.

The food arrived shortly and everyone that was not in a Pensieve chowed down. It didn't take too much longer for the memories to end. There was a lot of crying going on as people saw the atrocities caused by the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself.

The younger Harry looked up and asked with angry eyes, "So he made another one? And he's out there, right now, planning to destroy the world?"

"No." Harry said. When all the eyes were on him, Harry stuck his hand into Storage and removed the still form of Voldemort. There were gasps all around and suddenly there were many wands pointed at Harry. Harry put Voldemort back in Storage. "No, he's not out there, but if you don't accept your responsibility, he will be."

There were many angry eyes now, but Hermione understood and she started crying again. Her poor friend had to go through so much!

"Why don't you just kill him now?" Rufus asked.

"The rules." Tony said. "It doesn't matter if Harry kills him now, if the younger Harry doesn't go to a different reality to become who Harry becomes, your world suffers the same fate."

Hermione just cried harder and suddenly hugged her Harry. "I'm so sorry." she said.

The younger Harry looked at the smartest witch he knew and he realised she knew what they were saying was the truth. He looked up at his apparent older self. "Is there no other way?" he asked, ignoring Hermione who was still inconsolable, but keeping an arm around her.

"I'm afraid not." Harry said, sincerely.

"On the bright side," Loki said, "You gain a loving family."

"And friends." Bruce said.

"And techno magic." Tony added.

"And other new kinds of magic." Wanda added.

"And a loving wife." Natasha added, hugging her Harry.

"And a girlfriend." Tony added, unnecessarily.

"And a home." Hela said.

"And in this world, there is no magical government and you can create and explore the limits of magic like never seen before." Harry said. "There are other planets filled with intelligent life and there are people with powers and skills you couldn't dream of." he finished.

The younger Harry listened as so many of his dreams were brought up and things he didn't even know he wanted. So many things he could do and achieve, with no limits, even if it was at the cost of apparently not seeing his friends again for many years. "But I need to leave everyone I love behind to do this?" younger Harry asked sadly.

"You need to do it to stop the destruction of this world, yes." Harry agreed.

"But I come back." younger Harry asked. "I can come back and I can stay here." he insisted.

"I don't think I'm allowed." Harry said. "I wouldn't want to if I could."

"What!?" Molly Weasley asked, suddenly angry. She loved Harry like one of her own sons. It felt like a rejection. And poor Ginny. To see the man he becomes and know that he's already married.

"Oh, relax, Mrs Weasley." Harry said. "I didn't say you couldn't come with me. I want you all in my life. I just can't leave what I have gained behind. I have responsibilities and many more loved ones back home."

"So you want us to leave our lives for you?" Mrs Weasley asked.

"No, I don't want that, but I can offer it. The world I went to could use with more magical people in it, and I have enough money saved up so that I can offer anyone that goes with me anything they could hope to have. Even opportunities." Harry said.

"He's the richest man on the planet and owns a company that is protecting more than one planet." Tony added. "The magical research and development department always needs more people and we've only got three magicals at this point."

"Three magicals?" Hermione asked.

"Hi. I'm Wanda Maximoff, one of the other magicals." Wanda said. "I'm currently dating an artificial intelligence, which Harry helped make sentient. He also saved me from becoming some sort of vessel for an ancient god of chaos."

Hermione's head looked like it would explode. But she persisted, "How can you run a company that does magical research with just the three of you?"

"Actually, Wanda isn't even working for me yet." Harry said. "She's only been studying magic for, what, three years now? And the other magical works mostly in my hospital."

"Almost four." Wanda corrected. "I've finished my Charms, Defence and Transfiguration up until seventh year, but I'm working to become an Enchanter like Harry. I'm also studying Potions and Runes. Jarvis, my boyfriend, is studying Arithmancy and he's teaching me as he goes."

"You're having Potter teach you potions?" Severus asked with disbelief.

"Actually, I finished my seventh year, if you have to know. They fixed all the problems you caused thanks to being a horrible teacher, when I joined the Aurors." Harry said, with a bit of a smile on his face.

"No, I was the first Potions Master in our reality." Bruce said. "I taught someone else, who now teaches at Harry's magic academy."

"But you're just a muggle." Snape sneered again. "No muggle can make potions. The best you can hope for is a soup with expensive ingredients."

"I've already cured some forms of cancer, thank you very much, Master Snape." Bruce added with just a bit of heat and his eyes flashed green.

"Bruce finished his mastery in just one year and I wouldn't call him 'just' anything." Harry warned. "He could kick your ass, no matter how much magic you have."

"I'd like to see him try." Snape smirked.

Abruptly, Bruce stood up and started transforming. When he was done he took two steps toward Snape and stopped nose to nose with him. "When Hulk try, you die." he growled out with a wicked smile.

"Hey, there, big guy." Harry smiled. "If you're going to turn him into paste, do it outside, please. Filch only just finished cleaning in here."

Hulk had ignored the spells that had hit him. To all of them it looked like he was immune, but Dumbledore had noted Harry's finger twitch and smiled softly, knowing he had shielded him. He had misunderstood. If the Hulk was hurt, he'd not go down. He'd attack.

Hulk soon took a step away and transformed back, when Snape just stared at the giant man in shock, with a bit of fear on his face.

"Guys, this is Doctor Bruce Banner. He's a scientist and has been using science and scientific gadgets to figure out how to make potions more efficient and powerful, while taking away negative side-effects." Harry said.

"He can also transform into a giant green rage monster if you piss him off." Tony added. "Harry helped him and the big guy figure out they could talk. The transformations are voluntary now."

"Harry helped Tony figure out how to make technology work around magic as well, which makes using an electron microscope and spectrometers so much simpler." Bruce added.

"Harry's also employed the smartest people on the planet and they all work with or for him." Natasha added.

"He also saved the lives of half the universe." Hela added.

"Literally." Loki added. "That wasn't a figure of speech." When everyone stared at him in shock, he smirked and continued, "He was also adopted by my father, Odin Borson, Allfather, of Asgard. King of the Gods."

The twins suddenly went still, then both of them asked, in one voice, "And you are?"

"Loki Odinson, God of Mischief, at your service." He smiled at them.

The twins fell off their seats as they scrambled to run to Loki's side. "Please teach us!" they begged.

"Maybe you should ask my brother?" Loki suggested. "After all, he did win the prank war we had going."

Both twins slowly turned to Harry, who smirked, "Learned from the best, didn't I?"

The twins mock fainted and just lay on the ground. One of them asked, "Fred?"

"Yes George." the other answered.

"Do you know how long it will take to pack?"

"No idea George, but I think we can do it in a few hours if we have to."

"Do you think they'll wait?"

"We should probably ask them how long they are staying first, don't you think?"

The twins finally got up and asked together, "How long do we have?"

"Boys!" Mrs Weasley objected.

"You know Mrs Weasley." Harry said. "I do have a cafeteria that needs people to cook for my army. And I only have so many who can use healing magic in my hospital."

"Army? Hospital?" Molly asked.

"And places for every one of your family." Harry confirmed. "We need a ward specialist, a dragon handler, magical researchers and people with experience with enchanting mundane items. We even have the beginning of a couple of quiddich teams that could really do with a coach. Not to mention the magical liquor, the living island of magic and a whole universe of magical plants and undiscovered potions ingredients."

He turned to Snape, "We could really use someone with your experience. You were a crap professor, but I know you were a prodigy with potions. Anyone working for me has limitless funds at their disposal if they can prove the need." Harry tried. He didn't like the man, but he could sure use him. "Not to mention that I can give you front-row seats to Voldemort's punishment and a new start in a world that doesn't know who you are."

"Imagine the respect you can earn for yourself and the conversation of a whole department of Potions Masters." Loki added. He turned to Harry, "I hear Jemma Simmons is nearing her mastery. That makes it, what, three for now?"

"There's an advanced class that's reaching seventh year level soon as I recall." Harry said.

"How long did it take them to get to that level again?" Tony asked, knowing the answer.

"I think about three years." Harry said. "But to be fair, they also have work to do during the day and they make most of the nutrition potions we send to third-world countries for support."

"I thought you'd have a machine to make those by now?" Tony asked Bruce.

"Not yet, but I do have a couple that produce primers and some of the simpler stuff so that I don't have to waste the student's time making those for me anymore." Bruce said.

All around the table there were faces filled with stunned disbelief. The things mentioned were simply that, beyond belief. Minerva couldn't be prouder, though. Her lion had gone on to change an entire world for the better and saved so many lives! This is what magic was supposed to be. She caught Dumbledore's eye and knew what he was thinking. Instantly she stood up, "I'm going with you!" she said before Dumbledore could. "Sorry Albus, but you'll have to stay here and watch the children go off to be useless in the ministry."

"You're the headmistress." Albus said with a smile. "I've been dead for a year. I'm almost certain I'm not on the payroll anymore."

Just then Filch ran into the room and approach Harry with three wands in his hand. "Empty." he said simply.

"Ask Albus to give you a couple." Harry suggested.

Filch walked over to Albus and placed the wands on the table. "Make 'em repair for now. I'm still fixing things." he said.

Albus looked at Harry. "What is this?" he asked pointing to the wands.

"I enchanted them to store spells of one kind." Harry said. "Cast twenty Reparo spells into each of them and stand back while Filch uses them to fix the Castle." he smiled.

"You didn't?" Hermione asked with wonder. "You can give magic to a squib, now?"

"Any non-magical actually." Harry said.

Filch, flinched at the statement, but then looked back to Albus, waiting. He'd wanted to cast spells his whole life. With this, he finally felt like a wizard. "Well?" he asked.

Albus reached for where he normally kept his wand, but then frowned. "I don't have a wand." he said.

"Here." Harry said, tossing him a ring. "Put that on a finger and touch it to the wands while casting the spell."

Albus looked at the ring. It looked like nothing special. He tried it on anyway and felt a strange sensation as the ring flashed. He pointed with his finger and tried channelling a repair spell. The ring flashed, but nothing else happened. Then he took the wand in hand and channelled the spell again. To his astonishment, he could feel the spell enter the wand. "How is this possible?"

"One of my friends, Rocket, made this as his mastery rune project." Harry smiled. "He wanted to make one rune scheme that takes the intent from the wearer to allow normal people without magic to use magic items. I found out afterward it works just as well as a focus with contact if you already have magic."

"I meant, how does the wand store the magic? I haven't heard of a spell or enchantment like that." Albus clarified.

"It's a new enchantment I came up with. Nifty isn't it?" Harry asked.

Albus nodded, impressed, and cast the spell into the wand again over and over, quicker and quicker, until the wand flashed, indicating it was full.

"The other ones, too." Filch said in frustration at the old man taking his time.

Albus complied and filled up the spells until they both flashed. Filch took them back and hurried out of the hall again. "You've done so much." Albus said. "And this ring! I can't even see the runes!"

"Trade secret I'm afraid." Tony said. "Harry's company owns the trademark. He'd tell you, but then he'd be in breach of contract."

"What about our world!" Scrimgeour objected. "If you all leave, who will be here when the Death Eaters start up again!?"

"Oh, right." Harry said, looking sheepish.

"You have to excuse Harry." Natasha said. "He gets so caught up in his displays that he forgets little things like that."

"This is no little thing!" Scrimgeour objected.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry." Harry said. "We already gathered up all the Death Eaters and got them to confess everything under Veritaserum. They signed confessions or faced the wrath of Hela."

"Hela?" Dumbledore asked.

"My sister." Harry said, pointing at Hela. "The Goddess of Death."

"It is a pleasure to meet so many of Harry's friends and allies. His subjects will be sad that they couldn't have been here." Hela said. "Xera was quite upset that Harry wouldn't uproot her tree to bring her along."

"His subjects? Tree?" McGonagall asked.

"Xera is my girlfriend and she is a Nymph, like the ones from legend." Harry explained. "They have an allure, like the Veela do here, but they are bound to trees and the land."

"Harry saved her people from slavery and they decided he was their king." Natasha explained. "For Harry to give the grove everything they needed, he had to take one as a consort, so we call her his girlfriend and allowed her into both our hearts. She's just a bit shy of three hundred years old, but looks about twenty-five, considering they could potentially live for thousands of years. A lot like Hela and Loki."

"I'm almost Three thousand myself and Loki is, as I recall, around a thousand five hundred?" Hela asked Loki.

"Just a couple hundred short of our oldest brother Thor." Loki agreed.

"Enough of this nonsense!" Scrimgeour interrupted. "We need to take the Death Eaters into custody! I saw what they did to our world in your future. We cannot wait to ensure they are no longer a threat!"

"We can hand them over as soon as we have a magical oath that they can't buy their freedoms again. Many of them are from old pureblood families and will-" Harry started.

"That will not save them this time." Scrimgeour said with determination.

"Then get who is in charge over here, so we can take their oath." Harry said easily. "We will not allow one of them out of our sight without that. Otherwise, we take them with us and see justice done ourselves. This is non-negotiable."

The younger Harry couldn't look at his older self and not be impressed. Everything he mentioned just made him want to jump into his life, but he knew there would be hard times and close calls, considering his luck. When Scrimgeour looked at the older one with anger, but he just blinked uncaringly, like this man couldn't touch him, he knew his choice had been made.

Ginny and he had spent so much time apart, and he had missed her dearly, but they were just in the beginning of something. The choice was not a difficult one. Family, magic, friendship, companionship, saving people using means that were not allowed here. Dreams offered to him on a silver platter covered in pain and hardships, that he would face gladly for half of what the man before him had. He made eye-contact with his older self and nodded slightly.

Harry looked at his younger self and remembered who he had been, before it all went to shit. He opened his mind to Harry and a connection formed easily. "Are you sure?" he asked mentally, sending his younger self glimpses of what was to come.

The younger Harry could see many memories flashing before his eyes, until one stayed there. It was a moment he shared with his wife, when he was so angry that he couldn't stand it, but she was there, calming him and bringing him back from the edge of madness. Then his heart and mind filled with a love he had never known, couldn't conceive of experiencing himself. When the older Harry broke the connection, he didn't want it to stop. But it was over. He wanted to feel that himself, and his resolve solidified. "I'll do it." he said aloud to his older counterpart. Harry didn't know it, but in that moment, he had forged a connection for himself. A space reserved for one woman and one woman alone. It was what Death had meant, when he said that Harry hadn't really chosen her.

"Good man." Harry said with a sad smile. "We'll set you up and sort you out as soon as you are ready. We've got a couple of days, while we confirm we have everything you'll need."

"How do you know what he will need?" Ron asked.

"Don't be stupid Ronald!" Hermione said angrily. "He's obviously been through it already, hasn't he?"

"But, I mean, something could happen different!" Ron defended himself.

"It really couldn't." Harry said. "That's the reason we had to wait for the prophecy to be fulfilled. We had to ensure that everything happened as it should."

"And where will I learn the skills I will need?" Harry asked, thinking the older Harry must have learned them somewhere.

"I'll be wiping your memory of today and implanting my memories of events up to the point where I arrived in the other world, which will impart my skills and abilities to you, to a degree." Harry said. "Then there's also a few other things we need to give you, but you will have all you need." he assured him.

"On the bright side," Bruce said kindly, "when you reach this point, you will find out that you might not have actually suffered all that much. That you were just the next iteration in a series of events that made you who you needed to be."

The older Harry looked at him and frowned, "So, I might not have gone through all that?"

"Oh I'm sure you did, at some point." Tony added.

Both Harrys put their hands to their heads, but only the older one said, "I think I need a drink. Time travel talk always gives me a headache."

"It's good to know I'll always be smarter than you." Hermione said to the younger Harry with a wry smile.

Just then Dobby popped back in. He had been given access to Backup Plan and had poured Harry a stiff drink. "Here you goes." he said with an easy smile. "Harry Potter must not be having a headache. He must gives Harry Potter good strong memories."

"Dobby!" the younger Harry and his two friends exclaimed.

"Must Dobby gets more drinks?" Dobby asked the older Harry.

"Bring out some of the Rum and Firewhiskey, please?" Harry asked him.

Dobby disappeared and reappeared with the drinks. "The rum is an invention of Harry's company. It gives a feeling of acceptance and welcome. The firewhiskey is what they were able to figure out from the original." Natasha informed them.

Most of the older people got a firewhiskey, but Albus and Minerva both tried the rum. "This is marvellous!" Minerva exclaimed as a gentle wind blew on her face.

"Quite so!" Albus enthused. "You made this?" he asked Harry.

"I enchanted it." Harry said. "Bruce and Tony worked out the magical ingredients and processes to produce it."

"Harry supplies the magic, we provide the brains." Tony boasted.

"He's also made two other drinks." Loki said, "But one is an ale, meant for celebrations and the other would not do in this cold castle as it is meant to cool you down, while it freshens you after a hard day of labour or fighting."

"This firewhiskey is even better than what we have here!" Mr Weasley exclaimed.

"We looked into distillation methods, after we got the process for the original. Then we upgraded our process to improve the quality." Tony said. "This is one of our products meant for only those in the know, since it is fully enchanted. We've got a version that is meant for the public that is less enchanted. We still have waiting lists for the stuff and we're making a pretty penny."

"You guys really should talk to Tony about business. He's a marketing genius." Harry told the twins. Then he said in a stage whisper, "He's a billionaire, you know."

"Did he say 'billionaire', Fred?" Fred asked George.

"I believe he did George." George confirmed.

"Harry is still richer." Tony scoffed. "Demand has never been higher, since we started producing power and communications systems that nobody can emulate or even begin to compare with."

"I never cared about the money, until I saw how much good it was doing." Harry said. "I keep throwing money into projects and they keep on making more money than I can invest!"

"Story of your life, isn't it?" Fred asked. "Everything you do just keeps on getting more and more attention."

"At least he has the public on his side, this time." Natasha said.

"Not to mention the uproar when people found out Harry was married." Loki laughed. "He was the most eligible bachelor in Asgard and on Earth." At that statement, Ginny broke down in sobs and ran from the hall. "I didn't mean to hurt her feelings." he apologised. He got up and said, "Let me go see if I can help."

"No." Harry interrupted, getting up himself. "Let me. I think I owe her an explanation."

Harry walked out of the hall and cast a spell to find the girl. He found her on her way to the Astronomy tower. Why was it always the astronomy tower? Harry activated his flight and followed her quickly. When he caught up, he levitated her up and took her the rest of the way, but out a window, so he could avoid the many staircases.

When Ginny was lifted from her feet, she yelped in surprise, but soon saw the older Harry was with her. When they landed, Harry walked to the edge and looked out over his much-beloved first home. He was silent, though, and allowed her to gather her thoughts as she cried.

It took her quite a few minutes. But she had questions. She finally joined him at the edge and asked, "Why did you have to be married?"

Harry looked slightly down at her and then away again. "One of my friends asked me the same question, when I brought Natasha to Asgard. She's a beautiful woman and a warrior and thought I disliked her or spurned her attention on purpose. I told her our story to teach her about what it means to really love someone."

"But then why?" Ginny begged.

"Our love was real, but it wasn't meant to last, Ginny." Harry said. "I know it doesn't feel like it to you, but you have to remember that I mourned you. For years. You saw the memories. You know what I went through."

Ginny nodded. While she understood in her head, she couldn't understand it in her heart. "What am I supposed to do now?" she asked.

"I don't know." Harry said honestly. "Spending more time with the younger me will likely only make separating hurt more, but not spending time together will only lead to regret, later."

"Can't you just-" she started.

"There is no way for me to change my personal past without creating problems." Harry interrupted. "If there was a way, I don't know that I'd do it either. I'm happier than I can ever recall, being with my friends and family. There's no way I'd jeopardise that."

"Even for me?" Ginny asked.

"Don't be silly." a new voice said, as Natasha became visible. "Harry isn't doing this for me. He's doing it so that he can guarantee he can save you and this world."

"Hey Nat." Harry said, taking the woman in one of his arms as she explained to Ginny.

"From the moment he came to our world, he's been working to fix yours." Natasha continued. "You cannot imagine the amount of stress he's had to endure for that."

"I'm sorry." Ginny said looking down. "I know he's not done anything wrong and I'm not complaining that he brought Fred back, but that doesn't make it easier."

"At least I didn't lose you and your family this time." Harry said. "I'm really hoping you all decide to join me."

"With the twins going, you couldn't keep mum away." Ginny laughed self-deprecatingly. "If you really could offer better jobs for Bill and Charlie, where mum can see them all the time, she'll drag them there herself, if she has to."

"I'm also thinking of offering the Veela a place on my Island. I know they are treated like lesser beings in this world." Harry said.

"Everyone on Harry's Island has the same rights." Natasha explained. "And most of the heroes of our world tend to end up on the Island for drinks at some point."

"Heroes?" Ginny asked.

"The world I went to have superheroes." Harry said with wonder in his voice. "They have supervillains too, but we put them in their place whenever they show up."

"Harry is considered one of our strongest, if not the strongest." Natasha added.

"Nah, I'm nothing compared to some of the people there." Harry scoffed.

"He still does that, then?" Ginny asked, feeling a bit better, knowing he was still the same Harry, even if he was older.

"Yeah." Natasha agreed. "I wouldn't change him, though."

"I can agree to that." Ginny said.

"Shall we go back down, before they send a search-party?" Harry asked. In answer Natasha lifted up, waiting for Harry to follow.

Harry winked at her and, this time, he picked Ginny up bridal style and they flew out the window.

"How are you doing this?" Ginny asked. "And how is she flying, too? I thought she was a muggle?"

"Harry was able to make magic items that allow normal people to do many things." Natasha said as she went invisible and reappeared.

"You are by no means normal." Harry scoffed. He looked at Ginny and whispered in a stage whisper, "Natasha is a spy. One of the best there is."

"Really?" Ginny asked. "This world seems like it might be fun."

"You have no idea." Harry said with a grin as they approached the door to the Great Hall again. Harry landed them just inside the door and put Ginny down.

"'arry?" the voice of Hagrid asked.

"Hagrid!" Harry answered and ran up to the large man, enlarging himself as he went. He wasn't stronger in this form like Ant-man was, but he took care of that by increasing his mass and durability. When he met the man, he hugged him with a lot of strength and lifted the man, who was the same size as him now, up. "It's great to see you again!"

"Blimey 'arry." Hagrid groaned. "You have grown up good and strong!" he said, hugging Harry back and still hurting Harry through his enhanced durability.

"Damnit Hagrid, just how strong are you?!" Harry said as he pulled away from the man, still smiling, but rubbing his aching ribs as he became his normal size.

"Strong as an ox and twice as big, I reckon!" Hagrid enthused with a smile. Then he looked at Harry and asked, "What's this I hear about you 'aving an island with all kinds of creatures?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you too much, right now, since we've got company, but I do recall us having some things that even you couldn't handle." Harry smirked.

"Nonsense." Hagrid scoffed. "There's not a creature alive that'll want to hurt you if you treat 'em right."

"Then you've never met a Bilgesnipe." Loki added. "Those will try to eat you, just because you're not made of dirt or ice."

"What's tha'?" Hagrid asked.

"A large carnivorous beast that lives on a planet covered in ice." Loki said with a smile. "It's the home of the Ice Giants."

"Ice giants? Never heard of such a thing." Hagrid said, with a twinkle of interest in his eyes. "What are they like?" he asked as Loki walked off with him, probably planning to tell him of his own heritage.

Hermione walked up to Harry and asked, "How much space do you have? Do you think you can make room for my family?"

Harry smiled. "In another life, you helped me create a pocket dimension in a trunk. We can make as much space as you can hope for, but first I must speak to your parents."

"But-" Hermione started.

"I'm no longer a boy, Hermione. I'll speak to your parents first." Harry interrupted loudly, before whispering, "But just between us, I've already planned for all of you to come with me." He winked at her.

She smiled at him, but realised he was putting on a face, so she controlled her features with some effort and sighed. "Okay."

Harry then went to talk to Mr and Mrs Granger. "It seems your daughter has it in her head to come with us when we leave."

Mr Granger nodded. "Yes. With all of the Weasleys making plans, how could she not."

"Not that all of the things you mentioned had no influence on her decision." Mrs Granger added with a raised eyebrow.

"To be completely honest," Harry said, "I could use someone of her intellect at my company. I would be willing to transport or purchase any equipment you might need to come with her and set you up with a practice anywhere in the world."

Mr Granger looked at Harry, like he was weighing the man in his mind. "Why are you offering this?"

"Because Hermione is a dear friend and I'd love to have her around again." Harry said. "You have to understand. I haven't seen her for more than half of my life, but all of my friends have been on my mind every day, since before I went away."

"We saw the memories, Harry." Mrs Granger said with a sad look. "We know how much you loved her, but you aren't the person she remembers. You'll likely never be able to connect the way you used to again."

"I think you're underestimating how smart your daughter is." Harry said.

"And overestimating Harry's maturity." Natasha said as she appeared by his side. "He's still just a kid who wants to play with magic and hang out with his friends, bragging about his latest achievements. The fact of the matter is, if you wanted to retire, Harry could set you up quite nicely, no strings attached, but he'll probably try to convince you to come work for him and let him invent magical means for you to do your job more easily."

"She isn't wrong." Harry said. "I love spreading magic and making things that make people's lives easier."

"I don't think we would be able to deny her the opportunity, but we can't make her think she's getting her way so easily, either." Mr Granger said.

Mrs Granger nodded along. "We'll tell her we're thinking about it." she agreed. "Do you know how long we have?"

"A couple of days at most." Harry said. "We've got almost everything set up. We just need to get the ritual to send my younger self on and then we'll go back by other means."

"Could we come back, if things don't work out?" Mr Granger asked.

"I'm afraid not." Harry said. "It's a one way trip back. Coming to this time again could only cause problems."

"Maybe we really should think about it." Mr Granger said.

"Whatever you decide, I know you'll do what you think is best for yourselves and Hermione." Harry agreed.

Then he went to re-join his friends, who were still talking animatedly to the Weasleys.

Fred and George instantly went to him. "How did you fly like that?" they asked.

"Magic." Harry answered.

"What kind, though?" one of them insisted.

"Because we can't even figure out where you would start to do it without a broom." the other added.

"Trade secret I'm afraid." Harry smirked. "I am an enchanter, you know. I can't go around telling people how I do what I do."

"But you're going to teach me, right?" Wanda asked.

"I'll be teaching you to the point where you can do certain things." Harry corrected. "It's the job of the enchanter to find their own way, once they have the principles down."

"Harry isn't wrong." Arthur said. "I tend to do things my own way, when I play with Muggle contraptions."

"And we'll love having you in our R&D department." Tony said. "There's so much on the books, it isn't even funny."

"What are you thinking of starting him on?" Harry asked.

"I was thinking he could take his family on a tour of some of our Allies planets, after we correct his misinterpretations of how technology works." Tony said, before turning to Arthur. "No offense meant, Arthur, but Harry told me some of your stories. You need a firm understanding of the basics of electricity, before we can have you work on any of our delicate equipment."

Arthur knew better than to argue that point, but had a question of his own, "What about our home? We've built so many memories there. We can't just abandon it."

Harry smirked and reached into storage, pulling out the snow-globe. "I made this copy last year, before the attack." he said. "It should have everything you had, except for magical items or ingredients."

"You copied the Burrow?" Fred asked as he took the globe from Harry's hand.

"Is this real?" George added, looking into the perfect replica of their family home, from before it was attacked. It had never been the same since.

Harry would have replied, but he was currently struggling to breathe, because Molly was trying to hug him to death. He tapped her on the back and wheezed out, "Air," before she let go of him. "You sweet boy! You even remembered to save our home!" she exclaimed. Then she turned around and hugged the younger Harry. "You are just wonderful!"

"Hey, kill him, not me!" the younger Harry wheezed out. Harry remembered that time of his life. Even as he fought for breath, he enjoyed every moment of the woman's attention. She was his first maternal figure, after all. Well, her and McGonagall. She had always seemed more like a strict but beloved grandmother, though.

It was around that time that more guests arrived. Harry didn't care who saw him at this point. They had diverted the time-line and done so safely. All that still needed to happen, was for them to send his younger self along and then he'd finally be able to rest, like never before.

What he didn't expect, was to feel a curse heading his way from one of the current minister's personal protection detail. He instantly went out of phase, but he needn't have worried. Ten people had jumped in front of him, fortunately with Steve at the head, blocking the attack with his shield. He had activated an enchantment that outfitted him in his Captain America outfit and stood firm in a battle stance.

"What is the meaning of this!?" McGonagall exclaimed at the man. The minister had backed away, apparently unaware that his men had other priorities.

The four men remained silent as they all started firing at the people who now protected Harry. Tony had a moment to don his armour and started stalking toward the men, ignoring the spell fire, as the IM shielding easily blocked the worst of the damage and he had barely lost any nanites. "Stand down, or be put down." His mechanical voice said as his repulsors charged up to fire.

"They're Unspeakables, Harry!" Hermione shouted out to the older Harry, the obvious target. They must have heard about his violation of the rules of time travel.

One of the men suddenly dropped like he had been stunned, but nobody saw how it had happened. The man with the shield was advancing on one of the men as the other two kept firing at the speaking iron golem with glowing hands. The glow soon turned into a burst of energy, which one of them blocked with a shield, but his fellow was sent flying and hit a wall hard. He'd not be getting up quickly.

The man who was being stalked by the man with the shield, also fell down suddenly, for no reason that anyone could see.

The last man standing, turned to try and flee, but the gathered friends and family of Harry Potter had closed ranks and the man was surrounded. Suddenly he stopped moving and then lifted up. Harry was sitting by the table, drinking some conjured coffee, while directing the petrified man's movement through the air with his other hand.

"Let's see what an unspeakable has to say, shall we?" Harry said casually.

"He can't Harry." Hermione said. "Unspeakables are under magical oath to never reveal anything."

"Is that right?" Harry asked, putting his coffee down. He stood up and walked to the man. "So you are under magical oath not to speak, eh? I've been wanting to test a theory for a while now."

Harry cast a strong Finito at the man, but he remained looking the same. "Must be Polyjuice." he murmured to himself.

Bruce heard him anyway and opened an inside pocket and removed a piece of cloth, which he put down on the table and started unrolling. It was impossibly large suddenly, for the tiny piece of cloth, and as it unrolled it revealed lines and lines of potions in vials. They were all clearly marked and labelled.

Bruce looked around for a bit, until he found two vials. He took an empty vial from near the beginning and poured a bit from one vial in and then just one drop from another.

Snape had walked up to inspect the collection and his eyebrows rose and rose, the further he went. When he noticed the two vials the man had used to create what he had, he frowned for a moment, until he realised what he had made. He suddenly looked at the other Potions Master with a look of respect. "Well done." he complimented. "I doubt I'd have thought of that on my own, but how are the potions kept in their primed state?" he asked.

"Harry enchanted a stasis field in each pocket. I can make almost any potion quickly with what I have here." Bruce said as he fished out a syringe and sucked the concoction into it. Then he took out another vial and filled the rest of the syringe with the liquid it contained. When he was done, he walked to the man, stuck the needle in his thigh and depressed the plunger.

"Thanks, Bruce." Harry said, never looking away from the man.

"What was that?" Snape asked. He'd never seen a potion administered that way. He knew of medical science, of course, but didn't think what he just saw should be possible.

"Our other potions master is in charge of developing new ways of administering potions." Bruce said. "Ten times the solution mixed with this acid-based potion will allow for injection. We've got another one for alkaline-based potions."

"Ingenious." Snape said, with just a slight bit of envy in his voice.

It was at that point that the neutraliser Bruce had made, on the fly, started acting. Ten seconds later a new face was being held in place by Harry and his power.

"Does anyone know who this is?" Harry asked.

"I don't know his name, but he is definitely an unspeakable." Amelia said.

"Wonderful." Harry cheered. "Let's begin our experiment, shall we?"

Harry pulled forth his power and surrounded the man with it. It started seeping into the man's body at Harry's direction, then his mind and, finally, his magical core. Harry waited until he knew the man was completely saturated in his power, not knowing that he had begun to give off waves of pure magical energy as the assembled people watched and witnessed his power in action for the first time.

Harry then started pulling his power back and focused on the man's magical core as he went. He felt it's 'substance' and it's 'channels' as it spread throughout the man's body and started pulling at it, dislodging it from where it was embedded in the man's very being. If Harry hadn't immobilised him, he would have screamed. As it was, his eyes just bulged. It was the only indicator that he was in pain.

"Harry!" Dumbledore implored, knowing the man was in pain. "You must stop!"

"I'm not going to kill him." Harry said easily. "I just want some answers. I'm almost done."

"But you're torturing the man!" Dumbledore tried again.

Steve, bless his heart, stepped forward. "Harry would never needlessly hurt someone. He's not a monster. If he says this is necessary, I trust him."

The looks on the rest of his friends' faces were showing their trust in him. Not one trace of doubt was seen. Before Dumbledore could argue once again, it was over.

"See?" Harry said as he let the man go. He dropped to the floor breathing hard. "Isn't that better? You can talk now."

"What have you done to me!?" the man asked as he looked around at what seemed to be the ruins of Hogwarts.

"I removed your magical core." Harry said. "You're a muggle now."

"WHAT!?" came the collective exclamation from the assembled people.

"I can put it back." Harry said with a smirk. "If he gives us answers, which he now can, since without magic, you can't be bound by magical oath." He had been wondering why, when he tied his Storage to his magical core, it had felt so familiar. That's when he recalled the enchantment cluster he had made for Melinda May's Skyline. It had felt familiar, because it functioned exactly the same way, even if this was infinitely more complicated. With this bit of knowledge, the magical core he was currently inspecting with his magic and a bit of Aesir magic, he could likely duplicate a magical core now, but it would take some work and a lot of research.

"I'll handle the questioning." Natasha, who had been invisible as she took down two of the assailants, said as she appeared at Harry's side, where she had been since the last man went down. She was now in her Widow Gear with the combat glove in prominent display. She took the man by the collar of his shirt and walked off to a corner, followed closely by the other heroes, dragging him along as Bruce fished out some Veritaserum. They'd been through this enough that Harry knew to send a dictation quill and some paper after them, with a negligent wave of his hand.

"Harry." Dumbledore said as he sat down next to Harry, as he kept on inspecting the, now visible, core of the man being questioned. "How did you do that?" he asked.

Harry looked up from his inspection and saw concern in the old man's eyes. "I'm afraid I can't tell you." Harry said.

"Can't or won't?" Dumbledore asked.

"Won't." Harry admitted. "It has to do with what I've learned of enchantment. I can do what I did, because I have a near limitless supply of magic and because I wanted to test a theory, which turned out to be correct." he finished with a smile. He ignored the snort from the other side of the hall, when Loki repeated, "Near limitless, he says," like it was a joke.

"Why do you look so happy?" McGonagall, who was also interested, asked.

"Because now I don't have to worry about the Death Eaters." Harry said, just a bit vindictively. "I'll be making them all muggles. Voldemort too."

Harry was not disappointed to see a couple of predatory smiles in return.

Albus started stroking his beard and sat back, in contemplation, before he reached into a pocket and offering something to Harry. "Lemon drop?" he asked.

It turned out that the Unspeakables were not as clean as people had wanted to believe. Using the fact that they couldn't speak of it, Voldemort had corrupted the entire bunch of them and turned them into a sleeper cell of sorts. A last resort he could tap if he ever needed to.

Knowing that his team had been unable to do much over the last while and trusting them to take care of themselves, Harry had simply stood back and waited as they snuck into the department of mysteries and started doing what they did best, uprooting terrorists.

It didn't even take them very long. It turns out the department of mysteries functioned with a minimal staff of twenty.

That done, they went back to the apartment. Harry had finally found the ritual that had been used to send Harry to their world. It had to be performed during a full moon, which was two days away. So it was that Harry took Natasha to France, where he would go to speak to the Veela enclave he knew of there. Fleur and her sister stayed with their father and mother, but normally Veela stayed in the conclave.

The conversation started off with some suspicion, until Harry took out his Pensieve Tablet and shared a memory of him and Natasha flying over the island on a carpet and looking down on his land. It was a perfect late afternoon on the island and all the creatures were peacefully going about their business and they had just marveled at what they had created.

When the first Veela he showed it to, ran off with the Tablet, he had feared she had decided it was a gift, but half an hour later, they were stampeded by the beautiful creatures wanting to know when they would leave. Harry had told them that he would be making arrangements to meet with them in three days, for them to join, before he left.

They then made their way to the Conclave in Bulgaria and had much the same reaction from the creatures there. They next went to go seek out the Leprechauns. They had less success with them, as people tended to think of them as mischievous forest creatures. There was one group, though, that had been hunted by normal humans, for their gold, which didn't even exist, who volunteered to join them. It was only a few, but Harry thought they'd fit right in with the other misunderstood creatures.

Harry's attempts at offering the Goblins a place was met with derision. They thought he was trying to trick them, even after providing a memory.

Harry had remembered that the Death Eaters had House Elves too and that was how he acquired a small army of them. He explained to them that they could choose to come with him, but he didn't think they really understood. Either way, he had no doubt that, between his many friends and allies, there would be someone that could help them break the conditioning that had been such an integral part of House Elf indoctrination for generations.

That was it for Harry. He had made his offers and found some successes at least.

They spent the next day setting up the ritual and getting ready for their departure. More ingredients, seeds, bulbs, saplings and some varieties of magical animals, which they hadn't found yet. All of them were put in Backup Plan and placed in stasis chambers. Harry had even set up a new extension off the main chamber, where everyone that decided to come with them could wait while they were in transit.

When the day arrived for them to send the younger Harry on, it was to tearful farewells and promises to stay safe, even though both Harrys knew that he wouldn't remember. When that was done, Harry took the younger Harry away on his own. This would be a personal, private event.

They arrived at the ritual site, set up in the same location as Harry remembered.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked his younger self.

"What can I expect?" the younger one asked.

"Nothing." Harry said honestly. "You won't know what Tom had done, but you'll remember having killed him in the end and then Tom's ritual finishing and dragging you off."

"How long does it take me to make friends?" he asked.

"Within one hour of arriving you meet an agent, who will become one of your first friends." Harry informed him.

The younger one took a breath and said, "Okay. I'm ready."

Harry took out the potion Bruce had brought along and handed it over. "Drink this."

"What is it?" he asked.

"It's an aging potion that will bring you up to a certain age. I will then make it permanent." Harry said.

"You can make temporary effects permanent?"

"It's one of the last tricks I learned before coming here." Harry said with a smirk.

The younger Harry downed the potion then and, since Bruce made it, aged perfectly, until he was looking at a man that looked like himself. "Looking good." Harry said. "Now hold still." He focused his power on Harry and then poured power into him, before locking his current form as his default.

When that was done, he levitated out of a pocket the Elder wand, which he had recovered for the event, and the resurrection stone and handed both to him.

"What are you doing with these?"

"Sorry to inform you, but you are the Master of Death. I had no choice in the matter. I remember them melding with my magic shortly after defeating Tom at the battle of Hogwarts." Harry said.

"But then, I can't ever die."

"No, you can't." Harry agreed. "At least, I never have. Fortunately Natasha is ageless. As long as you keep her alive, she'll live and stay by your side forever, so you don't have to fear losing her. Your friends are also working on making a philosopher's stone. One day soon, you won't need to worry about losing them either."

"That's… Good." the younger Harry decided.

"Death met with me and informed me that if I ever want to, he can send me on to the next world. I don't know if he meant the afterlife or another reality, but as long as I have Natasha, I can make anywhere in the world a little slice of heaven, if I need to." Harry said.

"You met Death?" the younger asked. "What's he like?"

"He's kind of a nice guy. Always has tea ready and he likes to spend time talking about how I am experiencing life. He never had the opportunity, you understand." Harry said. "We always make time to chat with him. He also supplies us with faster Magical regeneration, so that we can do more magic, which has come in real handy."

The younger looked at the trinkets in his hand and, after some thought, stuck his hand into an inner pocket inside the dragon-hide Armour Harry had given him to wear. In his hand was the invisibility cloak. As he looked at the three items assembled in his hands, he nodded and they vanished, turning into sparks of magical potency, which then got sucked into Harry's body.

"Turns out I had to accept them." The younger said.

"I always hoped." Harry said with a sad smile. "Sorry that you didn't really have a choice."

"I felt your love for Natasha." the younger said. "I want that for myself as well. There isn't a lot I wouldn't do for that."

"I know." Harry said. "Just so you know; we're trying to start a family. Our adoptive mother, Frigga, is really excited to see her first grandchild."

"That's brilliant." the younger said in awe. "I can't wait."

"You'll have to." Harry grinned. Then he took a breath. "I'm going to wipe your memory now and transfer the experience you'll need. Are you sure you're ready?"

The younger Harry sat down on the ground and lay back. "Go." was all he said.

"Good luck." Harry said before stupefying him. He focused on him and obliviated everything after the last day, when he had fulfilled the Prophecy. He leaned over him and opened his eyes with his hands. Then he entered his mind and slipped the packets of memories he had prepared with his occlumency to his younger self, embedding the memories and making them his own.

It took a good half-hour to complete the process, but he could tell it had worked.

Lastly, he placed his younger self in the epicenter of the ritual site and the copy of Voldemort's body next to him. That done, he started incanting the ritual spell and divested his power for the transfer. It took more power than he had thought, but when he was done, there was a flash and the bodies had disappeared.

He stood there for another half-hour, just looking at the site and recalled everything that he had sent himself on to do. While there were hardships, there was also a lot of adventure and discovery awaiting him. Harry envied him all the joy and experiences he had yet to discover, but then realised he was just recalling his own past. This wasn't a copy of him. It was him. He had just closed the loop. Everything from here on out, was a new adventure.

With a smile, he went back to his friends, where they were waiting to hear the good news.