Disclaimer: I happen to own several Captain America comics and a complete set of the Harry Potter books. The actually Harry Potter character (and all associated intelligence properties) are the creation of J.K. Rowling. Captain America is a creation of the great Jack Kirby. This story is not written in any attempt to profit from the use of these characters, instead it is written with the intent of being freely distributed to anyone who wishes to read about two of my favorite characters in all of modern literature.
Uatu: Since time beyond your reasoning, I have observed Humanity throughout the Multiverse. Long have I gazed through the various timelines to see both the best and worst within a truly unique race. I have, in my time, seen you Humans ascend to great heights and sink to deplorable depths. One of the truly remarkable aspects of Humanity is that, when times are darkest, there always seems to be one who arises and shines bright enough to combat that darkness. One such individual is Steven Rogers. Most of you would know him as Captain America. Possessing an unshakable sense of right and wrong, often I find myself standing in marvel at his resoluteness. Still, there are others who are called to pick up a similar burden when darkness threatens their world. In one such world, a young man is forced to shoulder such a burden because of the acts of his mother. A prophesy, given before his birth, lay the burden upon his shoulders. In most timelines this young man, a Harry Potter, is forced to struggle alone. In one timeline, however, he is found at a young age and taught the significance of what his role in this world is by one who also carries this burden. Yes, in one such timeline, young Harry Potter is taken in by none other than Steven Rogers. I present to you:
WHAT IF… Harry Potter was raised by Captain America. Or, as you humans tend to call such things:
Harry Potter and the Legacy of the Past , part 6.
Inside Test Hanger One, Nuremberg.
The troops move to block the path between their superior and the two Yanke that have just burst into the room. It takes the assembled troops a few seconds to process exactly whom they are facing. After all, what Yanke in their right mind would waltz right into the center of one of the Hydra's chief strongholds? True, the war had been going badly, but they were certain that Red Skull could turn the war around in one fell swoop. They have already seen proof of what the Red Skull could do when working with the Reichmagus. Soon, they would have all of the living space that any good Aryan could ever hope for.
Still, the two Yanke rushing into the room seemed vaguely familiar. The smaller of the two is only a boy. How low have the Yanke stooped if they are sending a child to war? Not that far, apparently since the boy has just knocked out one of their scientists with a well placed right hook. Several of the Hydra personnel try and process who the young man is. True, he is wearing a red, white, and blue uniform. Both Yanke are, but the younger one is wearing a domino mask as opposed to the full cowl that the larger one is wearing. Another scientist goes down to the youth's right as the older Yanke throws a round shield at a group of five scientists. What kind of soldier carries a shield?
"It is Captain America and Bucky you dumkofs!" shouts the Red Skull from where he is attempting to board the prototype Rocket Bomber.
The sudden knowledge of who the two Yanke were sends a shock into the remaining Hydra Scientist. In fact, there are four very distinct reactions from the scientists. The first group embraces their training. The six scientists who react this way move to try and overwhelm the two Yanke. Another six scientists remember their training.. and that they are not soldiers and attempt to run away. While these twelve scientists are great at their jobs, they are quite inept at both fighting and running away. The end result is you have twelve Hydra scientists tripping over themselves. Another seven lay quite still, as due to the actions of Cap and Bucky they are unconscious right now.
It is the last fellow who has the most unique reaction. Yes, he is a Hydra scientist, but Klaus also realizes that he is armed. Actually all of the Hydra personnel in the hanger are carrying weapons, but Klaus is the only one who draws his pistol. Fumbling with the pistol for a second, Klaus has a brief flash of memory of his time at the training ranges. For all of his passion and dedication, Klaus has never been what one would call 'competent 'with a firearm. In fact, his trainers tended to use the phrases 'wildly inaccurate' and 'absolutely prohibited from using a firearm' were the descriptions of choice. Still, Klaus knows that they were giving him substandard firearms and that he is a true marksman. He readies his pistol and levels it at Captain America and pulls the trigger...
Inside the Reichmagus' personal library and laboratory.
Albus Dumbledore looks on in shock as he walks into the room hidden by that little alcove. Obviously, Gellert had used a space extension charm on the formerly small space. Instead of a room the size of a broom closet, Albus finds himself in a room almost the size of the Great Hall at Hogwarts itself. As the shock wears off, he assesses the room. Along the right side of the room is what appears to be private quarters. A bed that looks large enough for several people to sleep comfortably in it dominates the near right corner. Along the right wall are various display cabinets that are filled with a lifetime's worth of Gellert's memories. The far right corner contains a pensive, and Albus feels a moment's desire to explore whatever memories lay within the device.
Shaking his head, Albus instead looks around the center of the room. Closest to him in the center of the room is a full sized dueling arena. The runic arrays are clearly present and already powered up. The entire arena is up to the regulation size that both of them had practiced at in their youth in Godric's Hollow. The remaining two thirds of the center of the room contains a large conference table. The table itself looks to be able to seat around 50 or so high ranking individuals, and Albus finds himself wondering what kind of meetings had been held at this table. Papers lay at various locations at the table, inviting his exploration.
The left wall is covered by what Albus would only call an alchemical laboratory. Two thirds of the left wall held large tubes filled with a bubbling green liquid. Monitoring equipment sits beside each tube. The far left corner seems to be given over to a library. Albus is well aware of the brilliance of Gellert, but alchemy neither held his talents nor his interest. Why would there be such a devotion to such studies in his personal quarters? That is a question that seems to be at the core of everything that has happened in the last several years.
As Albus explores along the left-handed wall, he sees that there are twenty of these tubes lining the wall. The first tube contains a man, obviously asleep with a breath mask covering his face, floating in the tube nude. The mask itself covers the man's nose and mouth and has two hoses that run out of the mask. The hoses connected to the mask runs up to the top of the tube and into tanks on top of the tube. The first hose splits itself and enters into two tanks that are labeled O2 and CO2. Neither means much to Albus. The second hose runs into another tank labeled Seele. The second tank is etched with various runes that Albus, on initial inspection, seem to indicate a binding of some form of ghost. Other runes escape his understanding at the moment. Various wires seemed to be affixed to the body of the man that connect to the strange smuggle device outside the tube.. Along the man's wrist and at various points that he would assume to be the man's back, there are copper wires embedded into the man's skin. The oddest thing to Albus about this entire contraption was that it was working. Even the strange smuggle devices that are making the odd bleep and bloop noises are working perfectly fine in what is obviously a room that is filled with magic.
Walking along the wall of tubes, Albus is shocked to see that the first ten tubes he encounters are filled akin to the first one. Ten men floating in tubes filled with some green liquid that Albus is unsure of the origin of. After his years of working with the Flamels, Albus suspects that the liquid is some form of transmogrificant. That isn't confirmed until he reaches the eleventh tube. Inside of that tube, he sees a man whose skin is now a glossy black. The muscles underneath the now alien looking skin seem to pulse and swell before Albus' eyes. Backing away in horror, Albus stumbles backwards and crashes into a workbench nearby.
Baker Point
Captain Fleming paces around the rendezvous point. The variables are bothering him, they always do. This particular mission has way too many variables to be smoothly functional as he prefers. The first variable is the international aspect of this mission. True, he could understand why the Brass wanted to make this strike multinational. After all, the war was multinational, why not make an effort towards unity and do some joint operations. Hospitality is a British virtue, after all. The invitation was extended to all of the allies, and only Russia told them no.
The Yanks were alright, they sent some of their top operatives for this mission. Both Captain America and Sgt Fury's Howling Commandos stand out as top tier units in this war. The boy was a worry, and even with his training, Fleming expects that the Bucky kid may end up as one of the causalities of the battle. The hard fact of the matter is that he anticipates a close to 70% casualty rate for this mission. Then again, given the particular tasking of that group it could be understood. Three months ago, the Enigma machine had intercepted a communique detailing out a bizarre invention being worked on at Nuremberg. This Infinity Formula, according to what they were able to gather about it, seems to be a long term solution for the command structure of the Nazi party. Still, the intelligence indicates that it is some form of super vitamin akin to what the Yanks did to Captain America. That isn't something that anyone feels comfortable leaving in the hands of the Third Reich. Then, there was the mission for the boy directly...
The Canadians had sent in a unit of paratroopers that seem almost too ordinary for their own good. Still, after digging deeper, Fleming finds more and more seemingly odd about this group of Canadians. Despite the odds against them, this unit has remarkably low casualty count. Most projections show them with at least three times their number of deaths that they have seemingly suffered. Every member of the unit has at least one Wound Stripe except Corporal Howlett and Corporal Creed. Perhaps he should look into that...
It was the British Command's contribution to the war that was causing him the most consternation at the moment. For some reason, the Brass insist that these civilians are capable of doing what no soldier is capable of doing. Albus Dumbledore is a teacher for crying out loud! Why is Command so comfortable believing that he is going to follow through with what must be done. If a wizard has to be at point, why can't it be Leftenant Potter?
It is as if the thought of the man summons him, as Charlus Potter limps into the tent that Fleming is pacing in.
"Sir? Thought I would check on you. The boys are getting a spot of tea ready. Do you care to join us?"
"Ah, yes Leftenant. I shall be out shortly. Before we go, what is your opinion on the assault?"
"It was the single greatest duel I have ever seen Sir. Wandwork I could never imagine."
"Do you think that Dumbledore is going to follow the mission through?"
"Depends Sir. If the Yank is with him, it will be a moot point. If not, we have about a 50-50 chance. Now, my sweet Dorea sent some lemon biscuts for us to have with tea. Shall we? After tea, we have to ensure that we have a portkey ready to get the blokes from Whiskey point out."
With the thoughts of lemony biscuits, both men head off for a spot of tea.
Inside the secret hangar.
CLICK
That, wasn't suppose to happen. Klaus is almost positive that the design schematics of the pistol in his hand most assuredly indicate that when the trigger is pulled a BOOM is suppose to occur, and not a CLICK. As Klaus turns the pistol over in his hand and examines it, he doesn't notice that everyone else in the room has stopped doing whatever they are doing and instead they watch him with a morbid curiosity. Minutes pass as the Hydra scientist examines his pistol.
"Klaus, the safety!" shouts one of the scientists.
Turning the pistol over in his hands one more time, Klaus does notice that the safety is still firmly engaged. That is unacceptable! Switching the safety off he once again points the pistol towards the Yanke with the shield. Closing his eyes (as the sight of blood makes him feel rather nauseous) Klaus readies himself.
"For ze Reich CLICK, un HYDRA CLICK, un ze Fuhrer CLICK, un Red Skull CLICK", each exclamation is accompanied by a pulling of the trigger. Still the pistol doesn't make the expected Boom. Instead, it is still making that rather annoying clicking noise.
"You DUMKOF! The pistol has no bullets!" shouts the Red Skull as he finishes removing the fuel lines from the Rocket Bomber.
Bullets! How could he forget? All of his trainers had insisted that he not be allowed to have any ammunition in any weapon he carried. In fact, all of his ammo is in his right front breast pocket. Klaus fumbles with the button on his ammo pocket.
Meanwhile Cap and Bucky just shake their heads before knocking out two more Hydra Scientists.
Inside the Reichmagus' personal library and laboratory
Albus stands himself up and dusts off his robes. Deciding that it can't get any worse, he continues to check the tubes. Tubes thirteen through eighteen are empty. In fact, they don't even have the green liquid in them. Something leads Albus to believe that they had been used recently. It is the last two tubes that really shock the wizard.
Tube Nineteen contains the desiccated remains of a house elf. A steam like substance is leaking out of the tank labeled Seele, and the whole thing is threatening to explode. Hurrying on, Albus comes to the last tank. Inside the last tank is a Veela. How Gellert was able to capture a veela, Albus has no idea. Still, the young female looks scared and is obviously awake. Weakly she bangs on the side of the tube, her eyes filled with a pleading. Pulling out his wand (when did the Elder Wand get into his wand holster?), Albus casts an Alamahora at the tank, causing it to strain and finally pop open, inundating him with the thick green liquid.
The veela slumps to the floor of the tube as Albus fumbles with the various doodads hooked up to her. After several minutes, the young French lass is finally free.
"Merci mon bon monsieur. Ce garçon Malfoy ...", the girl gets out before she faints. Checking her pulse, Albus sees that it is weak, but steady. Using a Mobilicorpus spell, he carries her over to the bed on the far side of the room. Once he is sure that she is comfortable, he returns to the library area to explore it fully.
Several books line the shelves that just radiate a dark aura. A part of Albus' mind struggles to try understand how his dearest companion could have fallen so deeply into the Dark Arts. Despite all the evidence he had seen, a part of Albus believes that his friend was not involved as deeply as he obviously was. Still, the majority of the books had to be destroyed. That is a given. The Dark Arts must be stamped out wherever they are. A casual wave of his wand ignites the bookshelves. He stands there and watches as the flames turn all of the Dark Art books into ashes. Feeling satisfied in his own righteousness, he turns towards towards the desk. On the desk are three books that are heavily annotated in Gellert's own hand.
Inside the Secret Hanger
Klaus finally gets a bullet into his pistol. Smiling to himself, he points the pistol at the Yanks. Unfortunately, the Yanks are fighting the remaining Hydra soldiers right in front of one of the fuel tanks.
"FOR HYDRA!" Klaus screams as he pulls the trigger.
BOOM
That was exactly what he expects! The BOOM is quite satisfactory, even if the resulting backlash manages to throw him backward and knocks him silly.
Given that Klaus has absolutely horrific shot is comes as absolutely no surprise to anyone that he misses everyone. The bullet screams past everyone and slams into the fuel tank. The resultant explosion throws everyone in the hangar several feet, and knocking them all senseless. All but Captain America and Bucky. The two Yanks are able to roll with the force of the explosion and come up with minor injuries. The worst is Bucky's left hand is sprained. Seeing the Red Skull stumbling towards the Rocket Bomber, the two Yanks stand and charge forward.
Charging forward, the two star spangled heroes leap over the mess of scientists. With a powerful leap, and a cry of "Wahoo!" the two leap onto the Rocket Bomber right as the Red Skull kicks the ignition on and the Rocket Bomber lifts off
Inside the Reichmagus' personal library and laboratory
There is something drawing Albus to the books on the desk. It could be the handwriting of Gellert's, but that doesn't explain the the tickling that he feels in his mind as he picks up each books. The first book is a thin, with leathery pages. A scratching script seems to detail a shadowy world ruled by beings of ice and shadow. Included are several rituals for the creation and summoning of demons of ice and shadow. If what the rituals describe is correct, according to what Albus can understand, they are talking about Dementors.
The second book is a journal of Gellert's. It seems to describe how to create the golems. It also details his innermost thoughts and feelings. Albus is shaken from reading it, quite literally, as an explosion rips through Nuremberg.
It is the third book that calls to Albus the most though. Sliding the other two books into a pocket in his robes, he picks up the third one. Sitting down, he reads about a series of prophesies that tell of a time of darkness and fire. He is totally unaware as tendrils of darkness enter his mind and subtly twist his perceptions. Lost as he is in the prophesies, Albus is not aware of the plans of the book. All he sees is that a Greater Good must be accomplished.
Midway over the North Sea
It is hard to hang on to the Rocket Bomber as it jets across the skies towards Washington. Cap is already midway up the length of the vessel and Bucky is only a few feet behind him. A sudden bit of turbulence almost costs Cap his handhold on the Rocket Bomber, and he is forced to latch on tighter to the hull of the ship. Bucky though, isn't so lucky. The sudden batch of turbulence knocks the boy loose from the Rocket Bomber.
"Cap!" The boy screams as he plummets towards the icy water below.
"BUCKY!", Cap screams as he watches his sidekick fall. Despite his rage, the wind rushing past him steals away his voice. Still, his anger becomes all consuming. As the Rocket Bomber crosses over the North Pole, Captain America finally reaches a junction box. Summoning all of his strength, he rips the box cover off and begins to pull wires and cables free.
The Rocket Bomber loses power and begins to plummet towards the ice below. The last thing Captain America sees before the Rocket Bomber collides with the icy water below is the ejection of the cockpit. Then, there is only darkness and cold.