This is a two part story. This chapter is not connected with the previous chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Marvel characters and Harry Potter characters mentioned.

Warning: This chapter mainly focuses on Harry and Deadpool. If you don't know Deadpool then I suggest you search his name. Also, this happened after the Chitauri Invasion. Avengers will not appear in this chapter only in the next chapter and Harry will be a street performer in the next chapter. Oh and should I make the next chapter TMR/HP slash? I don't mind if the next chapter should be slash or not and it wouldn't interfere with the main plot. But I received requests that I should turn the next story to a TMR/HP story. But then I know some readers are not comfortable with slash ... so slash or no slash?

Anyway, please point out my grammar mistakes if you spot them! I typed this baby for two hours straight without a draft.

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"Harry! Stop! You don't what you're doing!"

"I know what I'm doing! This is the chance that I've been waiting for. Can't you two see it?"

"Mate just calm down and listen to us. We are your friends remember? Don't do this."

"But this is the only chance."

"Harry, no it's too risky we can find other chances. Please just step away from it, I can sense the dark magic."

"You don't understand. This is it. It's calling me."

"Don't you dare take another step, mate. Come on, come to us –HARRY!"

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When Harry woke up his head felt like it had been submerged underwater. His temples pounded. The ears drummed harshly as he gasped for air. He hungrily collected as many air as his lungs could take. It felt nice to have his lungs filled with air.

"Is the man-sleeping beauty awake?" A cheerful voice spoke as a man in a costume kicked the door –he was inside a room?-, letting the delicious scent of coffee enter the room. "Good morning to you, freeloader!" The man said as he turned on the lights of the room. Harry hissed as his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room. The room was messy and old. Spots of moulds covered a big portion of the wall; cobwebs and –Merlin! Were those cockroaches? stayed on the corners of the room. There was no other furniture inside the room other then the bed he was lying on. "Oh my goodness, you look miserable, sweet cheeks. Maybe a cup of coffee and a muffin should do the trick, hmm?"

Harry focused his vision back on the man again. The man was dressed in a full body spandex suit and his face was covered by a black and red mask. "So... do you want the goodies or not?" The man said as he jerked a tray in front of him. Harry blinked once then twice. Then, he was up on his guard.

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice sounded raspy from misuse.

The perked at the question and then dropped the tray he was holding on Harry's lap, making the latter wince as the hot coffee spilled over the mug and settle on his chest. Harry grimaced but the man in question didn't pay attention to Harry's discomfort. Instead he pulled a stand lamp out of nowhere and positioned it beside him, making sure that the lamp's light was at him.

"Some say that I'm greatest ninja that ever lived." The man said in a low husky voice as he stared at Harry and struck a ninja-like pose. "Some say that I'm greatest lover that ever lived." This time he waggled his eyebrows –or at least that was what Harry thought. It was hard to tell with the mask on. "But others say I'm the manliest man that ever lived." He flexed his muscles, letting his muscles bulge out. "But for me... I am Deadpool! The greatest free lance hero that ever lived!" The man introduced himself as he swung two swords –Whoa! Where did that come from? His Auror alarms went to a whole new level- and did back flips.

Once Deadpool was done, Harry clapped his hands slowly. "Oh... Um, great introduction Mr. Dead pool, fantastic really, but could you point those swords away from me? Me plus swords don't mix up together." Harry said as he inched away from the pointy swords.

"Oh well." Deadpool shrugged his shoulders and sheeted his swords away. "So," The man said as he prolonged the 'o' in so. "What's your name, freeloader? Steve? Tony? Bruce? Nick? Gee. I hope name isn't one of the names I mentioned. I have a great grudge against some people who are named after the names I have mentioned."

"No, Mr. Deadpool, my name is Harry." Harry said as he extended a hand. "Pleased to meet you."

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. That accent! You're a fricking Brit, are you? Dude nice to meet you and do talk again. Your accent is so sassy." Deadpool said as he shook his hand.

Sassy? "Thank you?" Harry said uncertainly as he broke off his grip on Deadpool's hand. "Where am I and how long have I been asleep, anyway?"

"Well to answer your second question, I'm not entirely sure. I found you and your buddy yesterday passed out."

He was unconscious since yesterday with his buddy? Buddy meant friend in American slang, right? Hold on. He didn't remember someone following him to the Veil? Did Ron or Hermoine jumped after him then? "This friend of mine," Harry gulped. "Was he or a she?"

"I think he's a he but he sure acts like girl who is on her monthlies."

He? Harry's breath hitched up. "Does he have freckles and ginger hair?"

"I'm starting to think that you don't even know your buddy. But the answer to your question is no, he had black hair and brown eyes."

"Black hair and brown eyes?" Harry murmured as he scrunched his eyebrows.

"Yeah black hair dude with a stuck up attitude. He kept muttering about muggles –what's that anyway? I do hope it's not a vulgar language- and magic."

"No, it's not a vulgar language and did you bring him here with me?" Harry inquired as he tried to remember anyone –who hadn't died from the war- who matched up the description.

"You know he also gave me his name before he shouted 'Ovlivate' at me."

Obliviate? Someone tried to obliviate Mr. Deadpool? Then how come he still remembered the memory? "What's his name?"

"Tom Riddle." Deadpool said casually. Harry almost passed out again. Tom Riddle? Deadpool was just joking, wasn't he? Voldemort had been dead for years. "He walked out of the apartment after I told him that I found him unconscious on a dark alley. He didn't even let me tell me that I found out about you too."

"Riddle... with me. That's a quite a shock."

"Riddle with you? Or Riddle with you? Did I come across a lover's fight?"

Harry looked at Deadpool, horrified at the implied scenario. "No. No. No. We are far from friends-"

"Aha! So you two are lovers! That sucks if I wasn't bent I would've hit totally one of you."

"No offence Mr. Deadpool but that's just revolting and for the record Riddle and I are not dating. We are never friends. Anyway, Mr. Deadpool thank you for saving me." Harry smiled at Deadpool.

"Sure thing, sweet cheeks! I just have one thing to say, do get up in ten minutes before the owner of this apartment finds out we broke in his apartment!"

Harry paused. "Excuse me? Broke in? Whose apartment is this anyway?" Harry cried as he stood up from the bed and collected his breakfast.

Deadpool shrugged his shoulder. "Hmm... some guy that I've been pissing off for months." Deadpool then walked out of the bedroom. Harry followed him. Deadpool opened the window and slung one leg outside of the window. "I better go! The work of the awesome DEADPOOL is FINISHED!" with that said the man in spandex jumped out of the window. Harry's jaw dropped.

"Wai- Mr. Deadpool!" Harry shouted but it was too late. He ran towards the window and peeked down, searching a body of a man in red and black spandex suit splattered on the asphalt. He scanned his eyes below the view but found none. Harry almost sighed in relief, thankful that Mr. Deadpool's body wasn't splattered on the ground, but then the sound of the jiggling keys had his guard up again.

'Do get up in ten minutes before the owner of this apartment finds out we broke in his apartment!' Deadpool's voice echoed inside his head as he watched the door know turn slowly.

He was so dead.

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Deadpool smiled as he touched two sticks –no wands. He knew couldn't wield but Loki could. And he knew Loki to a certain extent, Loki loves magical artefacts and these babies are magical artefacts. If Loki takes interest to his offer then his pay check will ten times bigger than he had usually received.

Deadpool laughed maniacly as he drew a rune, calling Loki all the way from his Asgardian cell.

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Author's Note: Writing a fanfic where Harry and Deadpool met each other? CHECK. Guess whose apartment Deadpool broke into? =) I'll give you a guess his remarks are just as snarkier as Tony's.

I don't when will I post the next chapter, I am lucky enough that classes are suspended today due to heavy rainfall. Ugh, I still have to finish 'Suffering'.

Anyway, thank you for all those who gave feedback last chapter! You all get an internet hug from me. I hope you liked it.