Harry's Point of View
"Where are you taking me?" I ask the dark haired man, Loki with a slight sniffle. I know that he took me for a reason, but I don't understand what he could want with me.
"Are you crying?" He asks ignoring my question and turning back to look at me. "What is your name? I am Loki."
"My name is Harry, and so what if I am? I want to go back. I want Uncle Tony," I say giving the man the best glare I can.
"You are a very peculiar child, did you know that?"
"What do you mean?" I ask hesitantly, before sitting down in the chair next to him. "Why did you take me anyway, I was only trying to stop that guy from hurting you!"
"I do apologize for taking you, and I would like to thank you for trying to help me. But I didn't take you because I needed your help, I could have easily escaped on my own. I noticed something about you though, and wanted to know more. For one, there is magic around you… though you don't act as though you can wield it. I didn't know there was any magic on this planet or in Midgard."
"What's Midgard?" I ask giving him and odd look, this guy's weird.
"Out of everything I just said about magic, all you want to know is what Midgard is?"
"Well yeah… I mean I've heard of magic before but I have definitely never heard of Midgard, it sounds funny… I think I'd remember it."
"This place is Midgard, this world that is inhabited by humans-"
"Earth. That's what most people call it," I say casually.
"Yes… I suppose that is true. Anyway, I am not from here I am from Asgard-"
"Oh, so that's why you talk funny."
"Do I not scare you?" he asks turning to stare at me.
"Why would you? Besides speaking weird you haven't done anything to make me afraid of you… except for taking me from Uncle Tony. I'm not quite sure why you did that."
"You better hold tight, we are landing."
"We are landing here? But it's an open field…" I say looking around.
"Yes, but I wish to talk to you, and that is easier to do if I am not flying an aircraft."
When we land, we both stop and turn to each other, but neither of us say anything.
"Can I go back now?" I ask hesitantly.
"Not just yet. In a little bit. Did you know that you had more than one soul?"
"What? How is that possible?"
"So you aren't aware? How about the fact that you have suppressed memories?"
"Yeah… that I know about… why? Why do you care?" I ask sitting back in my chair.
"If you don't mind me asking, why do you have suppressed memories?"
"Well before Daddy and Papa adopted me there was a man after me. He killed my parents, and gave me this scar," I say lifting my fringe so he could see the ever present lightning bolt. "A lot of bad things have happened to me, and we talked about it and decided to lock them away so I'd stop having nightmares…"
"So they did it to aid you? Then why didn't they remove the soul piece?" he says and I can't tell if he is asking me or speculating to himself. "They must not have known about it, or they do not have the means to do something as delicate as remove a soul piece. If it isn't removed though, it will slowly eat away the boy's soul. Eventually it would take over, or kill him, right? Harry, do you think you can sit very still for me. It might hurt a bit but I promise you will feel better afterwards, and it won't hurt for long."
"What are you going to do?" I ask him, I don't want to feel pain.
"I would like to remove the soul fragment that is polluting your body. You say you have nightmares, right? I think that part of that is because of the soul piece. It is very dark, and was placed there by dark magic… I can tell it isn't you because you have a very bright aura. Except at your scar, and around the soul fragment. I am going to remove it now, hold still as long as you can," he says before pulling his scepter towards him holding it tight in one hand while he brings the other hand to rest on my forehead right over my scar.
A couple of minutes go by, and I don't feel anything. I debate asking him if it's working but he looks deep in concentration and I don't want to bother him. I always feel bad when I bug Uncle Tony and he is concentrating on something.
Slowly the scar starts to burn. I want to reach up and rub it but I can't, because Loki's hand is still in the way. The burn starts to increase before it starts to feel as if my scar is bursting open. Loki suddenly pulls back, and I am surprised to see a black wisp of smoke moving away from me, I am assuming coming from my scar, and heading towards Loki. It stops though, about two feet in front of him so that it is equally between us and forms into a ball.
"So we meet again, young Harry Potter," I hear a voice say, and it sounds as if it is coming from the wisp.
"W-who are you?" I stutter out, leaning a bit away from it.
"Do you not remember the man who killed your parents, thus leaving you an orphan?"
"But…. But you aren't supposed to know where I am!" I yell and I can't help but start to shake in fear. "Please Loki…. Do something?" I say turning to the only person with me right now.
He seems to snap out of whatever he was doing and turns and looks at my terrified face. He then quickly jumps into action. He jumps out of his seat, and pushes me out of mine and onto the floor. I watch as he raises his scepter and uses it to slash through the wisp of smoke. Loki slashes it a couple of times before there is a loud bang, and the wisp seems to explode outward, shattering everything in its path.
"Are you alright?" I hear Loki ask, and he grabs my face turning it towards him. I hesitantly nod. "I am sorry about that. If I knew it would be so violent I would have waited. It was my way of apologizing for taking you and scaring you so. You helped me escape, so I helped you get rid of the leech on your soul. Here," he says grabbing a pen and pad of paper. "I will write my explanation down, give it to your parents or uncle. I have a feeling it will mean more to them then to you anyways… but are you ok? You aren't hurt are you?"
"I think I am ok… I mean I don't really feel any different…I can tell you did something, but it's like a piece of me is gone that I never knew I had, so I don't even miss it."
"But your head, does it hurt? It should stop bleeding in a couple of minutes and then heal right up, I don't know, it might not even scar," he says walking towards me. He rips off some cloth from his clothing and uses it to wipe the blood off of my face. He then tells me to hold it to my cut to try and stop the bleeding. Up to this point, I wasn't even aware that I was.
"Can I go back now?" I ask, giving him my best puppy dog look.
"Yes you may," he says turning away from me. "I shall leave you here to find your way back. Here is the letter that explains what I did to your scar," and with that he is gone.
I must have fallen unconscious for a little bit, because when I wake up again I am laying in a ditch on the outskirts of the town. I don't know if Loki returned for the aircraft and dropped me off, or if I just made my way here on my own… I don't think I did though.
I walk into town and go to the first place that has an open sign in the front window. It is some sort of small diner, and when I open the door I realize that it is only about half full. I walk up to the tall counter and stand, holding my cloth to my head waiting to get someone's attention.
"What's your name son? I am the sheriff of this town, are you alright?" a middle age man asks walking to me from one of the back booths and squatting down in front of me.
"My name's Harry. Is there a phone I could use? I need to call my uncle," I mumble to him.
"Alright, well before we do that, can you tell me how you got hurt?" he says indicating my forehead.
"Please, I just want my uncle… he's probably worried about me. I just want to go back!" I whine, but I am getting desperate and I can't help the tears that spring to my eyes.
"Geeze sheriff, cut the kid some slack. Let him call his uncle and I will ask Jimmy to cook him some food to eat while he waits. You can ask him your questions then," a kind woman says walking towards me and holding her hand out to me. I grab it and she leads me around the counter to a phone that is hanging on the wall. "Do you know the number honey?"
I nod my head and recite it for her. It rings a couple of times, and I start to get nervous, afraid that he isn't going to answer or that I got the number wrong.
"Hello?" I hear Uncle Tony say picking up the phone, I can't stop the squeal that escapes.
"Uncle Tony?! Are you there? Can you please come get me? I don't want to be here anymore… you promised not to leave me alone again," I rush out the words while starting to cry.
"Harry, calm down for me kiddo. I need you to tell me exactly where you are, can you do that? Is Loki still with you?"
"No, he left, I think he took the plane thingy but I don't know for sure. He told me I could go back but he left me all alone. I don't know where I am, but I am using the phone at some sort of diner."
"Alright, can you put someone around you on the phone for me? A waitress or customer perhaps?"
"Hold on," I turn around and look around the room before spotting the sheriff. I set the phone on the floor before slowly making my way over to him. He doesn't notice me at first, so I lightly tug on his shirt sleeve.
"Are you alright?"
"My uncle wants to know where I am so he can come get me but I don't know where I am cause Loki just left me, so Uncle Tony asked me to get someone to tell him where I was. Will you talk to him?" I ask turning to point at the phone.
The sheriff gives me a smile before nodding his head and walking towards the phone. I start to follow, but the woman stops me and helps me up onto a barstool at the counter. She hands me a grilled cheese and fries. I didn't realize until then how hungry I was. I quickly eat all of the food and drink my milk.
I sat staring at the door for what seemed like hours, but I doubt actually was that long. Every time the door would chime, indicating someone had opened the door I'd perk up, but it was never Uncle Tony.
"Harry?" I hear a voice from behind. I jump and whip around to see Uncle Tony standing a couple of feet away in his full Iron Man suit. A little ways behind him are two other men. One of them is the blond that I saw when Loki escaped. The other has short hair and is wearing a blue suit, and carrying a shield that is red, white, and blue and has a star on it.
"Uncle Tony!" I yell jumping off of the bar stool and rushing towards him. I hug his legs, because it is the only part I can reach before he scoops me up into his arms and hugs me close.
"Shush kiddo, you're alright, don't work yourself up so…. You're going to make yourself sick," he says rubbing my back to calm me. Once my tears have stopped and my breathing is almost normal, he coaxes me out of his arms and hands me a glass of water.
"Are you hurt?" The man in blue asks, and I jump a bit forgetting that there were other people.
"No, I'm fine," I automatically respond.
"It's alright if you aren't kiddo. Do you want me to call your dads, I am sure they will be more than willing to fly out and see you. I was just about to call them when I got the phone call from you- wait. Harry! Are you bleeding?!" He jumps up and rushing towards me before kneeling down in from of me. He cautiously grabs my face and tilts it so he can better see my scar.
"Did my brother do that to you?" the blond man asks.
"Who are they Uncle Tony?"
"Oh, sorry. The one in the cape is Thor, he is Loki's brother and the Asgardian prince. The blue man is Steve Rogers aka Captain America. Guys, this is my nephew Harry. Now Harry, what happened to your head?"
"Oh… I don't know if I can say…"
"What do you mean?" the captain asks taking a step towards us.
"Uncle Tony… it's about the school stuff… you know the stuff I'm not allowed to talk about. He left me a note to explain it all, said I wouldn't understand it but to give it to you or one of my dads… he said he was sorry for kidnapping me and scaring me and that it was in exchange for helping him escape."
I give Uncle Tony the letter, and watch as his face gets paler and paler as he reads it before it finally flushes red.
"I gotta call your dads, they are going to be furious that I let you get hurt, but this is way out of my league."