Harry: Son of Gaea (Harry Potter / Marvel Universe)

Harry stretched his arms over his head, barely able to pay attention to the Dean making the end of year announcement of grades. Currently they were handing out the diplomas to the undergraduates that have just finished their degrees, turning them into college grads. He was sat on the stage with the professors as the highest ranking student that year, as well as because he was claiming his Dual Doctorate in Molecular Physics and Astrophysics.

"Bored, are you?" He turned to his left to see his project partner, Jean Grey. She was smiling at him, her long red hair framing her face as it spilled out from her graduation cap. "Come on, pay attention. Just now he'll be calling you up and you'll be in your own little world." Jean was probably just as intelligent as he was, and the only reason she wasn't being honored along side him on the same level was because she had missed a few days due to illness.

The reality was that she was a mutant, and her powers had been going through a 'maturation period' as she called it. She had almost gone to the Xavier school for gifted youngsters, but pressure from her parents had made her decide to go to college instead, which is how she met Harry.

One day she had been in the lab when a tray of dangerous chemicals had almost fallen onto her head, but she had caught them with telekinesis in front of Harry, which is how he had discovered she was a mutant. At first she had broken down, terrified to lose her best friend, but after Harry had hugged her and told her he thought no less of her, she had been immensely relieved.

Harry smiled. "Sorry, Phoenix girl." Harry taunted, making her nudge him in the side stealthily, causing him to grunt.

"And now, please welcome the now Doctor Harry Potter, earning his doctorates for Molecular Physics and Astrophysics as well as Doctor Jean Grey, for her doctorates in Molecular Physics and Neuroscience!" The dean announced, causing the crowd to clap politely.

Harry and Jean stepped up and accepted their certificates, making their own speeches and acceptances. Soon event came to an end, with Harry and Jean being the highest level achievers this year and thus the last event.

Harry and Jean walked arm-in-arm out of Caltech's arena that they used for the graduation. Jean had already discreetly incinerated her and Harry's ceremonial robe and cap, leaving her in some simple black jeans and green shirt that she had changed into. Harry was now wearing a black t-shirt, a white hoodie and black jeans.

"Do you have to go, Harry?" Jean whined, putting her hands on his shoulders and leaning in close.

Harry chuckled as he put his arms around the telepath, bringing her in close. "Yes, Jean. I'd love to come with you to show your parents your Doctorate but I have to get to my Sojutsu exam." He explained.

"Fine..." She sighed, leaning her forehead against his chest, enjoying the embrace.

"Hey." Harry kissed her forehead, making her pull back enough to see his face. "I'll see you later, okay? We can go to that seafood place you like."

Jean smiled. "Alright, I suppose I can go a few hours without you." She conceded, leaning in she kissed him full on the lips; he responded in kind, initiating a brief make-out session. It attracted quite a few stares, a few people even looked away with blushes at the intimate contact displayed so openly.

Separating, Jean grinned as Harry stumbled from the kiss. It always happened, unknown to Harry it was because of her naturally enormous presence as a Phoenix avatar, it always left Harry stumbling from the experience.

Harry grumbled. "Dammit, again?" He muttered. "See you, Jean." Harry waved, making his way to the gym.

"Bye Harry!" Jean called, jogging home to see her parents.

Harry smiled, waving good naturedly to the people he passed around the campus. He soon made it to the campus dojo, it was a simple building, as not many students actually practiced any form of martial arts. Science geeks aren't really known for their fighting skills after all.

"Just me, huh?" Harry said as he stepped inside. The interior was simple, looking like a typical japanese dojo, with the wooden floors and paper doors. He quickly made his way to the changing room, where he changed into his black hakama and grey Gi.

Making his way into the Dojo, he was greeted by the sight of his sensei, Tony Masters. He was quite a large man, though for some reason he always hid his face, in this case it was behind a ninja looking mask. Other than that his attire matched Harry's though he had one more marking on his black belt than Harry did.

Tony stood with his arms crossed. "You made it, good." He nodded, picking up two practice spears, he tossed one to Harry.

Harry caught the spear deftly and settled into a stance. "No speech about my final exam, sensei?" He asked.

Tony huffed. "It'd be a waste of time. Martial arts is not about the grandeur or the achievement and recognition of skill, it is about learning to fight. Whatever purpose one uses his skills for once they are mastered is the only thing that matters."

Harry nodded. "Of course, sensei."

"Good. Now, begin!" Tony exclaimed.

He immediately dashed forward to bring a straight jab to Harry's torso, which Harry swept to the side, following with a smooth flow into a side swipe after spinning with his momentum. Tony brought his spear around to a vertical position, which Harry knew would block his strike but he kept going as stopping now would be a bad choice.

Sure enough, Harry's spear was deflected with a loud crack of wood. Tony quickly dropped and brought his legs around sharply for a sweep kick that Harry jumped over; the green haired prodigy brought his spear down in an overhead slash which Tony rolled away from. The masked man recovered from the blow which almost hit his shoulder and sprang back up to his feet.

"Phew, you almost had me there. Still, is that all you have?" He taunted.

Harry grunted. 'Come on, I have to do this.' "I'll show you what I have!" He exclaimed, dashing forwards at blinding speed, making Tony blink and scramble to react it was so fast. Harry appeared in front of Tony, striking him continuously over and over again. Most of the hits were blocked, though a few managed to make it through.

Tony tried to resist and strike, but smiled proudly when he was unable to, and was put on the defensive. "Hyah!" Harry grunted, and with one final lunge he managed to knock the spear out of Tony's hands and hold the end that would have the blade at his master's throat. Harry panted, being out of breath from the extreme exertion. "Yield." He demanded.

Tony smirked. "Fine, I yield." He acknowledged, causing Harry to sigh in relief and fall on his back. "You did well, Harry. I know I said martial arts was not about the accomplishment, but I would be remiss if I didn't acknowledge your skill. Well done." He said, holding out his hand.

Harry smirked and took it, bringing himself to stand again. He bowed. "Thank you, sensei."

Tony scoffed. "I'm not your teacher any more. You are hereby classed as a Master Sojutsu practitioner. We're equals." He said, though he bowed anyway.

Harry turned and made his way to the changing rooms. "I'll see you later! I'll have to keep my skills in shape somehow! Don't think you've gotten rid of me!" He said.

"Wouldn't dream of it. You aren't the only one who needs to keep his skills fresh." Tony replied. When Harry was finally out of the room, Tony grimaced under his mask and fell to his knees, coughing out blood. 'Jesus, he hits hard.' He thought. Feeling around his chest, he inspected his wounds. 'A few broken ribs and some quite bad bruising.' He concluded.

"He has to be a mutant. It would explain why I can't mimic his movements and why he is so damn strong." He smirked, rising to his feet. He looked in the direction Harry went. "You're destined for great things, Harry. I can tell." He smiled, before coughing out blood again. "...I need a hospital." He wheezed.

[With Harry]

Having changed out of his martial arts clothes, Harry made his way out of the Campus and onto the streets of Los Angeles. He looked at his watch. "I should start making my way home so I can get ready." He muttered, referring to his date with Jean.

As he walked towards his apartment, he thought upon his life so far.

When he had been young, he lived with his Aunt Petunia Dursley and Uncle Vernon Dursley. They weren't the most accomodating family, having treated him with cold indifference. At least they did when they weren't forcing all of the daily house chores on him.

He was miserable, until he finally started school where he excelled rather dramatically. He became top of his class, and although the Dursleys tried to accuse him of cheating by swapping his own tests with his cousin Dudley's, he resisted the temptation to let Dudley outperform him. He continued to excel to the point he skipped several years of school.

It took until he was recommended by his school to skip to High School at age nine that someone finally took notice of the way his relatives treated him. When he had told his Uncle about the offer, his Uncle had freaked out, accusing him of cheating Dudley out of his oppurtunities. He had beaten him, and refused to sign the form that would let him attend high school.

The next day when he went to tell the headmaster of his school about his Uncle's declining of the offer, the man had noticed Harry's twitchy behaviour. When asked what the matter was, Harry reluctantly told him about his Uncle shouting at him and using his belt on him for his 'freakishness'.

The headmaster had been angry beyond words, and immediately called child services, who discovered Harry's bedroom under the stairs, as well as several other signs of abuse. Harry was quickly taken away and put into an orphanage in London for the academically gifted, where he continued his education until he turned twelve, by which time he had finished High School.

Some americans had been on a business meeting in London that day, and decided to visit the orphanage as the mother had recently turned sterile, even though they wished for another child. They took a liking to Harry, and asked to adopt him. Some errors arose when they were denied adoption, and though they didn't become his parents, they managed to take custody of him by becoming his legal guardians, similar to when a god-parent would take care of a friends child after they died.

And so Harry met John and Elaine Grey.

After moving to America, Harry discovered that they had a Daughter that was two years older than him. She had also finished highschool early, though later than Harry himself did. They quickly became friends, and then best friends shortly after. They both took stay-at-home college courses, though Harry was perturbed to discover that he was not allowed to skip grades and was forced to complete the entire four years. He double majored in Physics and Biology, and took Sojutsu (Spear Techniques) classes on the side.

After turning sixteen he and Jean had admitted to each other that they felt something more than friendship, and so decided to become boyfriend and girlfriend but agreed to not do anything intimate until Harry turned eighteen. He then enrolled at Caltech for his Master's degree which only took him a single year, then continued onto his Doctorates in Molecular Physics and Astrophysics, which took him another two years, bringing him to his current age of nineteen.

"It took a while, but I suppose I can't be unhappy with my life." Harry muttered.

"Hey, hands up jackass!" Harry turned to see four thugish looking guys behind him, and gulped when he saw two of them holding guns.

'Damn it, where's Jean when I need her! I can't take them either, they're too far away. I'll have a hole in my head before i get within arms reach.' He said. "Okay, guys. Just calm down." He said, putting up his hands.

"Calm down?! Shut up, punk!" One of the ones holding a gun said.

"Just get his wallet, Dane." The other gun-wielding thug said calmly.

He huffed. "Whatever." Inching foreward, he reached for Harry's pockets.

'Bad move.' Harry smirked. He quickly jabbed the elbow of the man's arm, making him drop the gun which Harry caught. Quickly spinning the man into a position that covered most of his body, Harry held the gun to his head. "Now, just put the guns down, or your friend Dane gets a liquified brain." Harry demanded.

"You don't have the nerve!" The other thug said, while the two unarmed ones looked at them hesitantly.

"Maybe we should just leave, man. Real violence wasn't part of the deal." One of them said, the other agreeing.

"Shut up!" The armed one said, accidently firing off his gun. The bullet impacted the meat shield in the stomach, though it also managed to pierce through to Harry's chest, puncturing his liver. "Shit! Let's get out of here!" He said, making to run away as Harry fell to the ground, blood pooling from his wound.

"Shit..." Harry grunted, coughing up blood and watching as the thugs ran.

"You won't be leaving." A deep voice said, and the thugs slowly came to a stop in front of a very large looking man with gold eyes.

"The fuck?" One of the thugs muttered.

He also happened to be wearing golden armor. The man had his hand resting on the pommel of a large sword, making the thugs gulp. "You think you can injure his Majesty and live? Insolent mortals. I, Heimdall, assure you that you should be thankful his mother was not watching." The man intoned.

The thugs all started laughing. "What, he needs his mommy?"

Heimdall frowned, unamused. "Idiots." He muttered. Walking forward, he knocked all three out with a single swing of his large arm, making Harry widen his eyes.

"Who are you?" Harry whispered. He was leant against the wall, holding his chest.

Heimdall, due to his extreme senses, heard him. He put his fist to his chest and leaned foreward slightly. "I am known as Heimdall, your Majesty." He introduced himself, before relaxing and resting his hands on his sword yet again.

Harry furrowed his brow. "Like the Norse Guardian of Asgard?" Harry asked, ignoring the 'Your Majesty' for now.

Heimdall smiled, amused. "Yes, exactly like that." He looked at Harry covering his wound. "Are you well?"

"I need a Hospital." Harry winced.

"Are you sure?" Heimdall asked.

Harry looked at him strangely. "Uh, I just got shot. So yes, I'm sure."

Heimdall pointed to his wound. "Do you feel any pain?"

Harry furrowed his brow in annoyance. "What kind of question is that? Of course I feel..." However when he really payed attention to the wound, Harry found that he was actually no longer in pain. "What the hell?!" Harry exclaimed. Moving his hand, he found that the bullet wound was gone, not even a scratch remained, just a hole in his shirt. He looked up to see Heimdall standing there, with no surprise evident on his face. "What is this? Am I a mutant?" He wouldn't mind if he was, it would bring him closer to Jean.

Heimdall shook his head. "No."

Harry frowned, standing up. His feet wobbled for a second, but he steadied himself quickly. "I'm not a mutant? What am I then, and who are you, really? You said you knew my mother a minute ago." Harry asked.

Heimdall sighed. "I cannot tell you right now, I came because you were in danger." He said.

Harry gritted his teeth. "You have to be kidding me! You just come here, say you know who my mother is, knock out three thugs in one swipe, then you show me that I can heal. Now you expect me to just leave it alone!? Like hell!" Harry exclaimed.

Heimdall sighed. He considered his options for a moment before looking back at Harry. "I cannot help you directly, but I suppose I can give you pointers. Go to Puente Antiguo in New Mexico and find Doctor Erik Selvig. With him will be a lost man. Stay with him and you'll find your way."

Harry reluctantly nodded.

"Oh, one more thing."

Heimdall pressed his hand to Harry's forehead, causing him to grunt in pain as his entire body felt as if it was on fire. When he took his hand away, Harry fell to one knee, breathing heavily. "What the Hell was that?" Harry breathed.

"I took the seals off of your powers. Your true nature will no longer be hidden. Now, I must go." Harry shielded his eyes when a bright light impacted the area Heimdall was standing on, and continued to do so until he felt the light dissipate. When he removed his hand, Heimdall was gone and so was the light.

Hearing groaning, Harry saw that the thugs were beginning to awaken, so he hurried out of the alley, not wanting a repeat of the previous events.

'What the hell?' Harry thought, noticing that he was running much faster than he was able to previously, even though he was only trying to jog. He looked at the world around him, and saw that everyone else seemed to be moving in slow motion. However, he wasn't paying attention to where he was going, causing him to trip over a curb and tumble into and through a wire fence.

"Woah! Are you alright man?" Harry heard. Looking up from his prone position he was greeted by a random guy standing over him.

Harry slowly stood. "Yeah, I'm fine thanks." he said, brushing off his hoodie.

'That was so wierd. This guy just came out of nowhere.' He heard the guy say.

"What?" Harry said.

The guy looked at him strangely. "Huh? I didn't say anything. You sure you're okay?"

Harry frowned. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry." He said, starting to walk away.

"Whatever man." The guy said. 'What a wierdo.'

Harry ignored the voice and stood on the sidewalk, looking for a street sign. "Where am I, where am I..." He muttered. Finding one, he slumped. "Damn. I'm fifteen miles away." He moaned. 'Wait.' He thought. "Before I when I was in that alley I was barely a mile away from Caltech. Now I'm over thirteen miles away!" He gasped. "I was only running for about twenty seconds, wasn't I?" he breathed. "That's almost a kilometer a second!" He realized.

Feeling a vibration in his pocket, he pulled out his phone and sighed in relief when the caller I.D. showed Jean's name. Tapping the answer key, he put the phone to his ear.

"Hello, Jean?" He said.

"Harry? Babe are you okay? I've been waiting at the seafood place for the past twenty minutes!" She said.

Harry cursed. 'Should I tell her?' He wondered. 'No, I need to. But I'll wait until I can do it in person.' "Sorry, something happened. Something big." Harry said.

Jean was silent for a second. "Should I go home?" She asked.

Harry bit his lip. "No, stay there. I'm on my way." He assured.

"Okay then... I'll see you in a bit." She said before hanging up.

Harry put the phone back in his pocket. "Right, tax-" He paused. 'Maybe I could try that again?' He thought, looking at his feet. "Worth a try." he muttered. Settling into a starting sprint pose, he made sure he was facing the right way and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He breathed.

Pushing off, focused his thoughts on getting to the restaurant fast, and made sure to pay attention to where he was running this time. He widened his eyes when like before time seemed to slow down, while he ran a lot faster than normal. To his eyes, people seemed to be standing still. Grinning, he focused even more and shot off in a streak of white.

He arrived in an alley just next to the seafood place, stumbling when he stopped. "Awesome!" He cheered. Sniffing, he frowned when he smelled something burning. Looking around he jumped when he saw that it was his shoes smoking. "Shit!" Seeing a puddle, he hurried over to it and submerged his feet, sighing in relief when they stopped smoldering. Stepping out, he cursed when he saw that his shoes (white high-top converse) were now charred in a few places, while the rubber on the bottom looked as if it had been attacked by a belt sander it was so worn.

He sucked it up and made his way round the corner, finding himself in front of the Seafood restaurant. He looked into the window and searched for Jean, then smiled and waved when he found her waving for his attention. He quickly entered and walked up to her.

"Hey Jean." He greeted, giving her a brief kiss.

"Hey there Babe." Jean returned it quickly then seperated and allowed Harry to sit down. "So what happened? You sounded pretty serious." She asked. Looking down, she saw Harry's shoes and gaped. "What happened to your shoes! You just got those yesterday!"

Harry went to explain but was interrupted by a waitress.

"Hey there guys!" The girl said. She was asian, and about two years younger than Harry, meaning around 17, with black hair that stopped at the middle of her back. She was slim, but quite athletic looking. Overall Harry thought that she was very pretty, but he had Jean who was just as beautiful if not more so.

Harry winced. "Hey Kira." He said.

"Hi." Jean said shortly. She knew for a fact that TKira had a crush on Harry, and while she couldn't deny that she understood why, it still sometimes made Jean seem short with her. She actually liked Kira, but sue her, she was the jealous type.

Kira sighed at Jean's short greeting. "So, your usual?" She asked.

"Yeah, please." Harry said, and Jean nodded.

"Coming right up!" Kira said, walking away.

Jean turned back to Harry. "So, you were saying?"

Harry nodded. "Well..." He then explained everything that happened, from being attacked by thugs to being rescued by Heimdall, then discovering his powers.

Jean just sat there, a prawn halfway to her mouth. "Woah. So you're a mutant like me?" She asked, smiling.

"I thought so, but that big guy said I wasn't. He said I should go to new mexico and find a guy called Erik Selvig. Apparently someone with him will know." He shrugged.

Jean nodded. "So you said you can run really fast?" She grinned.

Harry grinned as well. "Yeah." Looking around, he looked out the window and smirked. "See that plushy toy stand on the dock?" He said, pointing it out.

Jean looked. "Yeah?" She confirmed.

"Watch." Harry said simply.

Jean nodded, then widened her eyes when Harry seemed to vanish, leaving a burst of wind which messed up some napkins, then reappeared a second later holding a teddy bear.

"Woah!" Harry said, stumbling to a stop.

Jean jumped up. "Harry, that was awesome!" She said, clapping happily. "How fast can you go?" She asked.

Harry shrugged, sitting back down. "I don't know, I haven't tried full on sprinting yet, but I know I made it here in ten seconds and I was over fifteen miles away."

Jean let her mouth hang open. "That's almost two and a half kilometers a second! And you say you haven't even tried sprinting yet?" She breathed, and Harry nodded. "So how do you do it?" She asked.

Harry bit his lip. "I'm not sure exactly. I've only just started, but from what I can tell I just focus my mind on wanting to get somewhere fast enough and then it happens. From what i can tell though it doesn't stop me from running normally." He explained.

Jean nodded. "So it's will based I suppose. Fascinating." She muttered. She had only ever met a few other people with powers before now, and even then she hadn't seen them in action, so to see Harry using his powers interested her greatly. Not only that, it also made her feel even more connected to him.

"Yeah, I'm also stronger too. I don't know how much stronger though, I haven't tested that yet. It's just based on the fact that I would need to be more durable to withstand the speeds I'm running." He explained. "Though, I think I'm also telepathic, like you." He said.

Jean widened her eyes. "You are? Try reading mine, I'll be able to feel it." She said, taking on a focused expression.

Harry frowned. "You sure?" Jean nodded. "Okay then." Harry looked deep into Jean's eyes, trying to hear for something. He could sense her mind, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't penetrate it to hear her thoughts. He tried harder, not noticing the blood leak from his nose.

"H..ry! .a..r.! .arry! HARRY!" Harry came back, groaning as he held his head.

"Ugh, what hit me?" He moaned, not liking the throbbing pain in his head at all.

Jean rubbed his arm and looked at him worriedly. "I definitely felt you try and enter my mind, so you are telepathic. But it isn't too strong. I'm sorry, I should have told you not to try and force it." She apologized.

Harry waved it off. "Don't worry about it, I'm fine now." And he was. Whatever healed him back at the alley got rid of the headache right quick as well. 'Healing factor?' He wondered.

"Alright..." Jean said reluctantly. "Well, I think that's enough for tonight. Let's call it a day, we can book a flight to new mexico tomorrow." Jean concluded.

Harry nodded. "Okay. I could try and run there..." He trailed off at her blank stare. "...nevermind." He held out his arm, interlacing his fingers with hers.

They exited the restaurant, never noticing Kira standing there with wide eyes. "He's just like me." She breathed, clenching her fists, which sparked with electricity.

[3 Days Later, 100 miles outside Puente Antiguo]

Harry sat on the bus heading to the village Heimdall had spoken of, while Jean was asleep next to him, laying her head on his lap. Harry smiled down at her, stroking her hair.

They had taken a flight to new mexico and had arrived around an hour ago, and quickly found a bus that was going in the direction of their destination. Harry hadn't had many oppurtunities to use his powers since then, and he was itching with anticipation.

"Actually..." He smirked. "Can you stop just here please?" He asked the bus driver.

The driver sighed in relief. "Sure thing, you expecting a pickup?" He asked, pulling to the side of the road where was a bench and a phone booth.

Harry shrugged. "Something like that." He grinned. The bus driver looked at him strangely for a moment, but shrugged it off. Harry picked up their luggage which was just two gym bags and held them on his shoulders, while he himself picked Jean up bridal style very carefully, making sure not to wake her up. He made his way off the bus, which then made a U-turn and drove off. Harry waited for a moment until he was sure it was far enough before he turned to the direction he needed to go.

He looked at his watch, taking note of the time. "Here we go." He said, bracing himself. Then he kicked off, immediately breaking the sound barrier and disappearing from human eyesight.

[Puente Antiguo]

Harry suddenly appeared in the middle of the town, managing to not stumble this time.

The sudden shock of stopping caused Jean to snap awake. She rubbed her eyes and looked around. *Yawn* "Oh, we arrived?" She said as Harry put her down and handed her bag to her.

Harry coughed. "Uh, yeah. The bus drove off, I thought it was about time to wake you." He said. He looked at his watch. '40 seconds. That's 4km a second. I'm getting faster quickly.' He thought.

Jean looked at him strangely, having a feeling he was leaving something out, but eventually dismissed it. She looked around. "This town's quite small. There's a diner over there, we could ask if anyone knows Selvig." She suggested, pointing at the traditional looking diner.

Harry nodded. "Good idea, let's go." He agreed.

After making it to the diner, they had a quick meal, after which their waiter told them that Doctor Selvig lived in quite a unique looking house a bit further from away from the village. Harry thanked her and they left, making their way along the road towards the house.

"Come on-" Harry whined. He wanted to run there, but Jean seemed resistant.

Jean sighed. "Fine." She conceded, allowing herself to be picked up by Harry. She yelped when she felt his hand pinch her ass. "Why you-" She trailed off when Harry blurred into motion.

[Selvig's House. Thor]

Thor sat up quickly when he felt a power coming towards the house. It was coming fast too.

"Jane!" He called, forgoing a shirt and running to the dining room in his tracksuit bottoms he had aquired.

Jane hurried out of her room. She was quite short but pretty, with long brown hair. "Yes Thor?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.

"There is someone coming towards us fast. I don't know the presence, but it doesn't seem hostile." He said.

Jane sighed. She had humored Thor when he talked about Yggdrasil the other night, but his insistance that he was the God of Thunder was getting a bit tiring. "Look-" She started.

She was interrupted when a loud boom sounded outside. Looking out of the glass paneled walls, they saw a man appear out of nowhere carrying a redhead. The man looked of equal stature to himself, Thor thought, while the woman was just as beautiful if not more beautiful than most Asgardian women he had seen.

"What the..?" Jane muttered.

Thor, thinking it might be Asgardians looking for him hurried outside towards the couple. "Brother, Sister!" He called, causing the two to look up at him, rather strangely.

Harry looked at the blonde haired man strangely at his addressing of Harry. "Uh, hi. I'm Harry." He greeted.

Jean nodded in greeting. She thought the man to be quite looking, but in her opinion Harry outclassed everyone. "Jean." She said.

Thor frowned at the greeting. "You were not sent by my father?" he asked.

Harry blinked. "Uh, no. I was told to come here though, is this where Doctor Selvig lives?" He asked.

Thor nodded. "Yes, though he and another have departed for the time being. Please, accompany me." He offered.

Harry shrugged. "Sure."

They followed Thor into the house, where Jane greeted them as well. They were made some coffee, which they accepted.

"So how did you do that Harry? You just appeared." Jane asked eagerly.

Harry grinned sheepishly at the flat look Jean gave him. "Well, I just sort of can. I haven't had time to study the details yet. I started being able to do this around three days ago." He said.

Thor widened his eyes. "How old are you, Harry Potter?" He asked quickly.

"Oh, I'm nineteen. Just about to turn twenty." He said.

Thor seemed to know something, as he asked another question. "Who was it that sent you here, what was their name?" he asked.

Harry frowned. "Heimdall. Why?"

Thor fell into his seat. "I thought the Bifrost was broken?" He muttered.

Harry was tired of the questions and no answers. "Why did you ask? Do you know something?"

Thor nodded. "I believe I am the one he wanted you to find. I am Thor, son of Odin, the King of Asgard. I believe you are Asgardian as well."

END (This was actually originally split into two chapters. The second one ended here.)