The inspiration for this story comes from 'A Happy Accident: 70 Years' by 'Njchrispatrick.' You should go check it out. It's cool.

"See, didn't I tell you that it would all be worth it to meet family members?" Harry started at the unexpected interruption. Up until that moment, he'd just been sitting with his parents, enjoying the comfortable silence that wrapped him up tightly. To say that the vaguely familiar voice was a surprise would be a gross understatement.

He glanced up, surprised and not at the same time. Eira, the person who had approached him a decade ago, was walking towards him. Their hands were in their pockets, black hair tied back in a messy bun, eyes bright with excitement. Though their appearance changed drastically from the last time they met, Eira still exuded that impossible aura of eternity, of everything and nothing, life and death.

"I suppose you were." Harry's voice came out happy as church bells on a wedding day. "This is amazing."

"Why thank you, Harry," James preened, holding his chin up high in a corny mockery of the aristocracy. Lily fondly swatted his shoulder. "Though Harry better go back. He's far too young to be dead. He needs to live his life, understood?"

"He has no other option but to go back," chuckled Eira. "It's not like he can die. Even if he does, Harry here will spring right back. Like I used to be. Still am, really."

"That's far better than dying," Lily spoke up, beginning to run her hands through Harry's blond hair.

"It is." Eira paused. They seemed to be considering something. "I need to tell you some things before you go back, Harry. You haven't got much time before the world of the living requires your presence once more. You've already been gone for hours, and I'm pretty sure you don't want to end up buried alive."

"They think that I'm dead?"

"Your body has no pulse at the moment, though it is being kept alive by a certain spider." They smirked knowingly. A pink blush crept over Harry's cheeks. James snorted at his son's embarrassment. "You will need to be back, though. I estimate we have around half an hour before you will be spat out of this area, the Void, as I like to call it. You won't have a choice, so there are several things we need to do in that very short time span. I would have come sooner, but you looked so happy I could barely bring myself to interrupt."

"Thank you for giving us that time," said Lily. "We've learned so much about our little boy," she pointedly ignored Harry's 'harrumph' of protest at being called a little boy, "and are so proud of him. We also learned a lot about Steve and how Harry found a small family with him." She smiled down at Harry, never letting go of him.

"Okay, so what do you have to tell me?" Harry pried himself away from Lily's grasp, though she kind of ended up being dragged along the floor behind him. James once again laughed out loud, before 'detaching his limpet' as he so eloquently put it.

"Tell, give, teach, there's more than just one. The first order of business is to give you the Hallows." A shimmering hooded cloak suddenly rested on Harry's shoulder, fastened at his collarbones by a silver brooch. A wand holster circled his arm, containing what could only be the Elder Wand. Upon closer inspection, the brooch housed the resurrection stone, while the cloak he now wore was the one he'd owned since his first year at Hogwarts. "How does that feel?"

"I feel quite normal, actually."

"Just give it a second."

"Um, okay...oh!" A strange tingling filled Harry, from his head to his toes. All of a sudden, he could see everything.

Everything.

It caused a splitting pain to crop up in his head, which only became worse when he tried to focus on specific things. Who knew that seeing the lifespan of a leaf could cause suck blinding agony? He only became aware of his surroundings once someone began tapping his shoulder vigorously.

Light flooded his vision and Harry realised that he must have fainted. Lily, James and Eira were all standing above him. Lily and James looked to be rather worried, while Eira was nodding in bemusement.

"There it is. Now you feel it. Don't worry, it doesn't happen again. It just takes a second, or in your case fifteen minutes, for the magic to...bond with you, let's say that. You did expel all of your magic from your body, so the pain was to be expected. What I didn't see coming was you passing out all of a sudden. That doesn't normally happen."

"I'm fine now." Harry stood, wobbling slightly, before regaining his balance. "What else is there? Also, why has the cloak changed?"

"The cloak changed because that was the form most useful to you. It only changes for the true Master of Death, though, so that's a thing. What else I need to teach you is…"

And so for the next ten minutes, Eira quickly went over everything that Harry needed to know at that moment. They told him how he would gain new instincts, have occasional visions of life and death, and how to handle injuries. There were so many questions that Harry wanted to ask but was unable to get out. Eira told him that he would be able to discover them in due time. It wasn't like ht was short of it.

At last, it was time for Harry to say his teary farewell and return to the world that needed him.

As he hugged his parents for the last time for a long while, he said, "Thank you. Thank you so much." No tears were shed, as they'd already escaped, but at that moment Harry was filled with impossible amounts of joy, satisfaction and purpose.

"We love you, Harry," James said. "You've become a wonderful man. Never ever forget that."

"Don't come back here any time soon, okay? You go live your life, no matter how long it's going to be now." Harry nodded at Lily, smiling slightly. "Go live your life."

"I will." He embraced them one last time, before finally pulling away. "I love you."

When the world began to turn white, his parents and Eira fading along with it, Harry no longer held any doubt about what he had done.

Harry sucked in a great breath of air, coughing and spluttering as his body came back to life. For a moment, everything about his body and mind was slow, stiff, crooked. Thankfully, after a short while and a fair bit of stretching, it returned to normal. Well, as normal as his body could be now, considering how he'd just woken up from being dead, as well as the fact he could no longer die.

A quick swipe with his hand confirmed that he was swathed in the invisibility cloak, the brooch clipping it together, the Elder Wand secure in its holster. The three items were buzzing with untapped, endless energy. That energy now coursed through Harry, too, leaving him speechless at how unfamiliar it was. Yet at the same time, it felt like it was always meant to be. The missing puzzle piece. The last ingredient. The last brush-stroke in a painted masterpiece.

His eyes snapped open, taking in the room around him. It was plain white, almost luminescent. A table sat next to the bed, medical supplies lined up on it. light shone down from the ceiling. That would take a little getting used to. Harry turned his head to the side. Through squinted eyes, he saw a terrified looking SHIELD agent up against the walls. She was muttering, speaking through the comms. That was strange. He couldn't hear her. He tapped his ears, his hearing rushing back.

"He's woken up! How did he wake up? He was dead a minute ago. He's been dead for twelve hours! I need help here, please! Oh my gosh, he's looking at me. This is not normal!" She scurried into the corner as Harry swung himself into a sitting position. His bare feet brushed the cold ground. That was strange. Where were his shoes?

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you," Harry reassured. "I've just had a little...power-up is all. Can you tell me where Natasha and Steve are?" She blinked owlishly at him. Harry tried again. "Black Widow and Captain America. Can you tell me where they are?"

"Why is he talking to me, he's supposed to be dead!" She began hyperventilating. Harry's eyebrows knitted together. How was this woman even considered to be a SHIELD Agent if she was freaking out like this? No, he needed to be rational. She was most likely a low-level agent, unfamiliar with the supernatural. He, himself, still wasn't the most familiar with it but was well versed in the magical side of supernatural. He needed to remind himself that this woman was most likely assigned to look after his dead body, nothing more. Him waking up and freaking her out wasn't in the gameplan, judging by her reaction.

"Give me your comm." Harry noticed, with a detached sort of interest, that his voice was hoarse and husky like he hadn't drunk water in a long time. Luckily, it was fixed with a short but intense coughing session. "Now." She didn't move, just whimpering in the corner. "I need it. I need to find where Black Widow and Captain America are, right now."

She raised a shaking hand to her ear, about to remove her comm. An offensively loud noise sounded outside the room. It was a thunderous boom that shook the ground. Doors rattled, glass shattered, objects fell off shelves. An alarm began blaring, circling alarms painting the room red.

People screamed.

There was no window in his current room. Harry made a split-second decision. "I'm sorry about freaking you out, I have to go." He gave the girl a smile, before sprinting out of the room. There had to be a window around here somewhere...there!

His jaw fell open at what he saw outside the window.

Aliens. There were actual, honest to Merlin, aliens flying around outside. And what ugly things they were. Covered in armour, grey flesh underneath, mouths in the middle of their faces open wide in a grotesque war cry. There were so many of them, all streaming out of a glowing portal splitting the sky above Stark Tower in two.

It didn't take a genius to deduce that the aliens were a hostile force. Everywhere they went, buildings blew up, people cried out in fear and devastation reigned. There were people fighting back, but so far the fight looked futile. Harry realised that the battle had to be where Steve and Natasha were.

He needed to get out there and join the fight. He wasn't going to stand by while innocents were hurt. Aliens or not, they were a threat. No time to ask questions. With a twitch of the Elder Wand, which now felt warm and alive (a stark comparison to the other times he'd held it), the window in front of his shattered. Harry sprinted towards it, leaping out and landing on one of the flying vehicles that the aliens drove.

Time to see what these new powers could do.

A deep grunt forced its way out of Harry's chest as he crashed into the side of the flying vehicle. With the speed it was going, Harry found himself losing his grip on the side of it and falling backwards. He desperately scrabbled for purchase. At the very last second, the second before he fell to his undeath, he found it in the tiny ridge of the very edge of the vehicle. His fingers turned white with the effort it took to hold on, legs flailing wildly, kicking at nothing but air.

The alien turned around, noticing Harry for the first time. Without taking one of its' ugly, armoured hand off the controls, it reached back for Harry, grabbing him by the cloak and dragging him upwards. The stench of its breath was unbearable. As soon as Harry was eye level with the creature, Harry grasped the Elder Wand and sent a wordless stinging hex right into the aliens' eye.

It roared in agony, clutching both hands to its' head. Harry dropped to the ground, landing in a crouch. He kicked the alien off the side of the vehicle. The awful screeching noise it made as it fell to the ground didn't even bother Harry. Now that was a new chance. Usually screams, no matter what side they came from, bothered Harry. It seemed that that was no longer the case.

There was no time to dwell on such things. The machine was spiralling out of control. It was only with a very handy semi-sticking charm applied to his feet that Harry was able to stay on board. Wind battered his face as he sprinted towards the controls, grabbing onto them. It couldn't be that hard to take control of it. In a split-second decision, Harry pulled the control stick back towards him, remembering the joysticks he used to see at the arcade he walked by on the way home from school.

Against all odds, the vehicle began to pull up. Not in enough time though. Harry only had time to whip his wand to the right, casting a cushioning charm, before he crashed into the rubble-filled street.

Dust, thick and grey, filled the air. It wormed its way into Harry's nose. He started coughing, great hacking noises that filled the surrounding area. The pain came next, infiltrating every little part of his body. That was going to be a killer ache tomorrow. He cracked open his eyes.

Well.

That damage was nothing to laugh at. Piles of crushed up concrete caved in cars and shattered glass surrounded him. Mixed in with the normal destruction was alien waste, gnarled metal reaching out like the fingers of a hungry, bloodthirsty witch desperate for children.

Speaking of children, a small squeak sounded behind Harry. He whirled around. Standing in front of him was a small girl, no older than five, silently bawling her eyes out. Blond hair stood out against soot-stained skin, eyes as bright as crystals. What in Merlin's name was she doing out here? Scratch that. How was she even alive? If he'd crashed just a metre to the left…

"Hey, are you alright?" He kneeled down, gently wiping the tears off her face. She sniffled, shaking her head. "Okay. We're going to get you out of here, to someplace safe. Do you know where your parents are?" Another shake of the head. "That's okay. We'll find them."

Gentle as can be, Harry scooped the tiny girl up. Her fingers curled into the soft material of the invisibility cloak. An emotion, despair almost, shot up into his brain. He could focus on that later. Right now, he needed to find the poor girl's parents. With the battle raging on around them, vehicles roaring by, aliens soaring high, gunshot ringing through the scarlet-stained sky, Harry was surprised she didn't collapse in fear or desperation.

There! On the side of the road, cowering inside a small coffee house, was a group of people. Ten at the most, all of them adults wearing suits that were probably pristine early that morning. He rushed over, dodging a piece of metal that fell from the sky, accompanied by a screeching alien.

"Do you know any of these people?" The little girl looked around. Her eyes lit up as she laid eyes on a distraught woman with the same blonde hair as her. Harry ran towards the woman. The second she saw them she let out a strangled cry, surging towards them. The girl was plucked out of Harry's arms, slowly rocked back and forth.

"Alena, Alena my baby," the woman cried. "You're okay, shh, it's okay. We're going to be alright." She looked up at Harry. "Thank you so much. May I ask who you are?"

Harry paused for a second before answering. "I'm just someone who's helping in the fight." He nodded at the woman, waved at Alena (that was a nice name, he would have to file it away for later) and sprinted back into the fray, invisibility cloak flapping in his wake.

A loud noise, sounding like a horn, filled the air. Harry looked up at the portal and felt his stomach drop. Hundreds, thousands, more aliens were flying through. Following them were giant creatures, hundreds of metres long, swimming through the sky. Covered in armour, ugly, misshapen mouths filled with pointed grey teeth, limbs on the bottom that seemed to serve as rudders.

And one of them was coming straight towards Harry.

Hey, here is part one of the chapter. Was originally meant to be two parts, but I didn't want to keep you waiting too long. Part two should be out in a few days, as I actually have parts of it written (what is this thing called writing a chapter before the other one is put out?). It will feature Harry fighting both a Chitauri Leviathan, a showdown with Loki (whoop whoop) and Harry revealing his new powers. I think you'll enjoy it.

After I have finished what is planned for the Infinity Saga, this story is going to be focusing more on the domestic side of things. That's what I originally set out to do. I'll especially be focusing on the relationship between Harry and Steve, as well as developing Harry and Natasha's relationship.

Sincerely until a few days,
Mariadoria