A/N:
I'm glad people have enjoyed the prologue (and I've actually labelled it prologue now) thank you to the people who have reviewed, followed and favourited this story I honestly didn't think many people would actually like it. Still please no flames and I hope this chapter isn't a let down or anything. I'll update every weekend as long as I have reviews telling me to (please?) mainly because I want to know if people want this story to continue.
(Thank you kharmachaos for pointing out my errors. Hopefully all mistakes have been fixed but if not please tell me and to jrock919, hopefully you're question will be answered in the next chapter)
SO, without further ado on to the story!

Chapter One

Harry felt it was safe to say his life was strange. He'd believed for ten years that his parents had died in a car accident, only to find out on his eleventh birthday that they'd actually been murdered by the most infamous wizard in all of wizard-kind in an effort to save him. He'd met a half giant with a magical umbrella. He'd discovered that he was a celebrity, labelled "The Boy Who Lived". He'd gone from having no friends whatsoever to having two best friends all in a matter of days. He'd battled a troll. He'd been nearly eaten by a three-headed canine the size of a bus whose name was Fluffy. He'd also been nearly eaten by hundreds of gigantic spiders while trying to find a Basilisk. He'd found out the no. 1 criminal Sirius Black was actually his godfather. He'd learned that his best mate's pet rat was actually a middle-aged man who'd been the cause of his parents' death. He'd gone back in time to save himself and his friends from a werewolf, also known as another professor of his. He'd avoided being burnt to a crisp by a dragon. He'd survived an attack by Voldemort at the cost of a friends' life. He'd taught a secret group how to defend themselves against the dark arts. He'd watched his godfather die in front of his eyes. He'd witnessed a chair turn into a man. He'd found out that one of the men he despised had been bullied by his father. He'd hunted down horcuxes in hope of eventually vanquishing the dark lord. He'd watched dozens of his loved ones die for him. He'd died and come back. He'd defeated the most powerful wizard in the world with a single word. And those were only a few of the most memorable events in his seventeen years. Now he was the Master of Death. He possessed knowledge that made the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts combined look like toddlers who felt smart when they kne = 6.

So when Harry regained consciousness to feel the wind rushing past him and an extremely bumpy road beneath whatever vehicle he was crouching in, a vehicle which was going way too fast for his liking, he wasn't even surprised. He heard tires against gravel and gun shots. That brought on some concern. He opened his eyes just in time to see a tall figure in front of him cast something that looked suspiciously like a spell at a helicopter overhead. A person leaped out of said helicopter almost as soon as it was hit and Harry followed his movements. Causing him to not notice the figure in front of him turn around to see Harry less than a foot away from him. Harry's attention was returned to the 'spell caster' due to a sharp sceptre lodged against his throat. Okay then, not a wand. Instead, it was at least triple the size of a wand with a crab's claw end and a glowing blue sphere in the middle of said crab's claw.

"Who might you be?" The owner of the Crab's Claw demanded. Harry met his gaze and blinked. Light skinned, black hair down to his shoulders, dark green eyes and defined features. Attractive if you were into the whole "psychotic" thing. He reminded him of Snape in a vague sort of way. The sceptre pressed harder against his throat when he didn't reply. Still not replying, Harry looked at the rest of the man and raised his eyebrow at his outfit. Clothed in black leather pants and coat with a darker-shade-of-green-than-his-eyes long-sleeved top. The stranger in turn looked at Harry, slightly bemused by the dark blue sweatshirt and denim jeans, half concealed by the strange cloak. Startling green eyes and black hair, characteristics familiar to Loki, rough-looking features despite the overly round glasses. Loki couldn't help but think the kid was good-looking. Harry watched as the stranger's eyes fixed on his scar, revealed by the wind flattening his hair back and ground his teeth. A bullet whizzing by his head alerted Harry to the person who'd jumped off the helicopter, he then heard the crash of metal against earth.

"Love to stay and chat but I gotta check if that guy's alright." Harry commented before apparating right next to the downed helicopter, easily pulling the injured pilot out and dragging him a safe distance away just before the aircraft caught fire.

"You 'right mate?" He asked the pilot, his reply was to groan. Taking that as a "no", Harry then proceeded to heal the man's wounds and injuries with a few healing spells. Smirking to himself at the newfound knowledge granted to him by Death. This all took at least three seconds and when Harry was done he glanced up to see Crab Claw's owner staring at him whilst driving away.

"As of right now. We, are at war." Drifted down to Harry and he located the voice's owner to be the man who'd jumped out of the helicopter. As if feeling his eyes on him, the man turned and aimed his gun at Harry. Harry decided then was a good time to hide his wand, put his hands up in surrender and stand up slowly. The owner of the gun was wearing all black with a long black trench coat and black eyepatch over his left eye. Dark skinned with hard features and a serious expression. Harry tagged him with a 'caution, do not approach unless wanting horrible death'.

Harry didn't say anything as he watched Dark and Gloomy, making sure to not make any sudden movements while he took a step away from the pilot.

"Who," he said dangerously, "The fuck are you?" Harry raised his eyebrow at the man.

"Where the Hell did you come from?" He asked when it was obvious Harry wasn't going to answer. Well that was a great question now wasn't it? Maybe he should say "hello, my name is Harry Potter, I'm a wizard and come from another dimension. But, I've just come from the Veil which is where everyone dead goes but I didn't die you see because I'm the Master of Death. Don't worry I'm the good guy, I won't avada kedavra you because I think you're the good guy too!" Well that would go brilliantly now wouldn't it?

In lieu of an answer, he just shrugged. Harry's hand grasped his neck as he felt the pinprick of a needle puncture his flesh. He pulled out a dart and looked at it. Then he looked at Dark and Gloomy, then he looked at the woman in uniform standing a few feet away and holding a dart gun.

"Well. That wasn't very nice." He mentioned before fainting.

Fury observed the slumped figure on the screen. Detained in one of the many interrogation rooms built into the helicarrer he looked somewhat vulnerable. Restrained by handcuffs and chains, propped up on one of the two metal chairs – made of an alloy consisting of tungsten, palladium, silver and various other metalloid compounds – surrounding the table, which was of course made of the same alloy. A mess of raven hair obscured his face due to his chin resting on his chest. He pressed a finger on his earpiece, "Agent Hill, how long until Agent Coulson arrives?"

"Ten minutes sir." Was the reply. Fury switched his attention to the table in front of the screen. Examining the four objects warily. The first a ring, the second a weird looking stick, the third an enigmatic cloak, and the fourth an ordinary pair of round glasses. These were the only things confiscated from his prisoner. The ring, stick and cloak all emitted a strange signature when scanned so Fury thought it best to keep them in containment. The glasses had passed all tests, revealing that they were indeed just an ordinary pair of glasses. But being the paranoid man he was, Fury had taken them too, even if it was just to keep the man – boy would be better fitted, seeing as he couldn't be more than eighteen – at a disadvantage. Movement on the screen alerted Fury to discover the kid was now awake, and looking straight at the camera concealed within the wall. Fury gritted his teeth before leaving the containment room – one of many – with glasses in hand and headed to the interrogation room.

Harry looked at the blurry form of Dark and Gloomy as he entered from a seemingly solid wall, although that could have just been because of the lack of his glasses.

Harry looked at Dark and Gloomy.

Dark and Gloomy looked at Harry.

"He survived." Was the first thing he said.

"The pilot?" Harry sat up straighter.

"Yes, the pilot." Well there you go, saved a man in the first minute of being here, that must be a record.

"What I want to know," Dark and Gloomy continued, "Is why and how."

"Where are my glasses?" He demanded instead of answering. Dark and Gloomy raised a hand and Harry assumed his glasses were in said hand.

"Why and how?" He repeated.

"Why and how what?" Harry snapped.

"Why did you save him? And how did you save him?" He said slowly.

"Can I have my glasses back?"

"Once you've answered my questions." Harry slumped back in the chair, ignoring the uncomfortable position.

"Why?"

"Why not?" Harry said incredulously.

"Because in my line of work, no one helps the other side."

"Other side?"

"Our side, Loki's side."

"Okay. Who's Loki?"

"Don't play dumb with me kid."

"I'm not "playing dumb"." Harry growled, annoyed at being called "kid".

"Then why ask who Loki is?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe because I don't know who Loki is?" He said in a 'duh' voice.

"Yes you do, black hair, green eyes, glowing sceptre…"

"Oh, that guy. Well how was I supposed know his name's Loki?"

"Because you were in the truck too."

"Wasn't my idea."

"Then whose idea was it?"

"That's, uh, classified." Harry replied, smirking. Woohoo for new knowledge!

"What, so you're MI6?"

"I'm what?"

"MI6."

"What the Hell is MI6?" Harry said exasperatingly. Before Dark and Gloomy could answer Harry continued, "You know what? Never mind, I don't want to know, why don't we just go back the simple questions perhaps even some "yes" and "no" questions?"

"Fine, we'll go back to why you saved my guy." Harry faced the ceiling and shook his head, "I saved your guy because he was in danger. I think you might as well know that I'm all about saving people." He confessed with a bitter smile.

"How?" Dark and Gloomy didn't sound convinced but let it be for now.

"By pulling him out of the helicopter before it went up in flames." He stated disinterestedly. Both of them knew he was only telling the half-truth, but before Dark and Gloomy could point that out he moved his hand to his ear and seemed to listen to something.

"It seems to be your lucky day kid." Was thrown over Dark and Gloomy's shoulder as he started towards the door.

"Oi, what about my glasses?" A door closing was his answer.

"What a prat." Harry muttered, leaning back into the chair and wondering where the Hallows were, seeing as the bloke had obviously taken them. As if on cue, Harry wrapped his fingers around the Elder Wand. He blinked in surprise. The next second the Cloak settled over his shoulders and the weight of the ring was back on his finger. Okay… that's unnerving. Harry fumbled with the Wand until its tip pressed against the handcuffs.

"Alohomora," he whispered, smiling when the handcuffs slipped off his wrists and clanked onto the floor. Next he unlocked the chains restricting his ankles and then he was able to stand up and walk about, albeit slowly due to his lack of vision.

"Accio glasses." Instead of them flying into his hand, said glasses appeared instantly in his grasp. Harry shrugged and put it down to the workings of the Elder Wand before placing his glasses where they rightfully belonged. Now able to see, Harry took in his surroundings. It was an interrogation room, like the ones in those law enforcement shows Vernon used to watch. Just completely white and much more high-tech. Further examination made Harry glad that his glasses materialised in his hand, otherwise they would've slammed against the 'wall' and broken seeing as there was no opening in the room. He strode over to the wall he saw Dark and Gloomy escape from and cast, "Aloho-ahh!" Harry quickly used the wall for support as the whole room shuddered.

"What in Merlin's name is going on?" Harry demanded to the air. An image of a massive aircraft carrier with hybrid aerial propellers surfaced in his mind. It faded and Harry sent a "thank you" to Death, knowing that he was the reason Harry had seen the image.

"Alohomora." He repeated, aiming the Wand at the wall. A door opened in the seamless wall and Harry took a moment to look at it. Shaking his head he stepped out and felt the slightest tremor run through his body. He looked down, to see nothing.

"Now you start working." He told the Cloak before disappearing beneath it. Harry walked down multiple hallways before nearly crashing into someone. He clapped his hand over his mouth to stop any noises coming out and inspected the two. One was an absolutely gorgeous red head, wearing black pants and jacket with a red singlet. The man with her was very tall and muscular, with blonde hair and chiselled features, wearing a grey patterned button-down shirt and – for lack of a better word – old man pants. Harry blinked at the choice of attire while he followed them. Soon enough he was lead to what could only be the bridge of the ship/aircraft, where standing like the captain of it all was none other than Dark and Gloomy. Harry glared at him whilst moving to peer at the advanced screens. Many were of the ship/aircraft's maintenance, mechanical mojo and whatnot. While others showed a glowing cube labelled "TESSERACT". He later on discovered that Dark and Gloomy actually had a name, Director Fury. He also discovered the red-head was Agent Romanov, and the blonde-haired man was Steve.

"…cross-match 79%." Harry located the commotion to be one of the many screens. He slipped in near it to see Loki on the screen wearing a very formal outfit. The screen read Germany and also showed the area. With a smile Harry pictured the scene and apparated. Leaving behind a very paranoid Director Fury demanding "what the Hell was that noise?"

Harry watched with disdain as Loki towered over the kneeling people wearing a ridiculous golden helmet with horns and golden 'armour'. From his position on the edge of the stairs he could see the ripples through the fake Loki's and saw the fear etched in every single face. Another Voldemort. Just. Fucking. Great. Harry smiled proudly when an elderly man stood up to Loki.

"Not to men like you." His voice held no fear and Harry could see the shadows of war behind his eyes.

"There are no men like me." Loki declared. Well, somebody's a megalomaniac.

"There are always men like you."

"Look to your elder people." Loki instructed, "Let him be an example." Harry cast a shield over the man just as the Crab's Claw fired at him. The spell – he really didn't know what else to call it – collided into his barrier and rebounded, hitting Loki and causing him to fall to the ground. Ha! That just happened to be the moment a man in a very American suit landed in front of the elderly man.

"You know, the last time I was in Germany, and saw a man standing above everybody else. We ended up disagreeing." He said standing up. Harry smacked his head, is that the best thing he could come up with? Even if he is Captain America. Wait, Harry squinted at the man. How'd he know that? Steve Rogers, a.k.a Captain America. One of the Avengers. Harry then looked to Loki, ignoring the two's conversation. Loki, god of mischief and lies, from Asgard. Huh, maybe he should hit himself in the head more often. Harry focused once more on the two, er trio now it would seem. A man in metal had arrived – Tony Stark, Iron Man – his mind supplied, and was holding his hands up, revealing the pulsing weapons beneath. Harry tilted his head at the ensemble, is everything in this dimension technologically advanced beyond its due time? Harry narrowed his eyes at the now surrendering Loki, registering the calculating glint in his eyes. He just then noticed the landing aircraft. Harry followed as Steve and Tony loaded Loki onto the aircraft, finding a seat at the back and acknowledging the redhead – Natasha Romanov/Black Widow – and waited.

Harry was resisting the urge to sigh loudly due to boredom when an unnatural storm literally appeared out of nowhere. Perking up, as Loki replied, "I'm not overly fond of what follows." Looking around somewhat skittishly. Harry smiled as information of Loki's brother, Thor, god of thunder, surfaced to the forefront of his mind. When Stark opened the hatch and said Asgardian made a notable entrance; Harry simply stood and waited as Thor knocked Stark over along with Rogers, grabbed Loki none too gently and exited the craft. Casting a weightless charm on himself, Harry seized hold of Stark's ankle as he too left the aircraft. Releasing his grasp, Harry rolled onto the rocky terrain as Stark tackled Thor.

"I'm listening." Loki pointed out snidely.

"Yes, well seeing as your brother is occupied at the moment I don't think you need to listen." Harry commented casually. Loki whirled around to his voice. When he was greeted by rock and air he demanded, "Who goes there?" Harry had the strangest urge to reply, 'it is I, Harry Potter!' but refrained and kept quiet. Loki peered about suspiciously, his gaze slipping over Harry's invisible form and continuing. A moment later recognition sparked in green eyes and Loki straightened from his defensive crouch though his stance was still wary.

"The boy from S.H.I.E.L.D, I remember your voice." Harry winced, having forgotten about speaking briefly to Loki.

"Well you seem to have a bloody good memory." He announced banishing the cloak and stepping out from behind a rock, making it seem as though he'd been hiding behind it the whole time.

"I have lived for over a thousand years." He stated smugly. Harry rolled his eyes, which made Loki's narrow in return.

"What?"

"I reveal that I am of an age unthinkable to you mortals and you express no sense of inferiority?" Harry huffed and sat down, opening his mouth but pausing. Normally he'd say that just because he was younger didn't mean he was inferior. But now he didn't actually know how old he was, did age even apply to the Master of Death? Or was he now 'timeless' as Death had so offhandedly put it? Harry just noticed that his mouth was still open and Loki was looking at him expectantly, "It's been my experience, that experience makes you superior, not age." He admitted.

"Oh? And what experiences of yours could possibly precede that of mine? Mine that have accumulated over-"

"Thousands of years, I get it." Harry interrupted exasperatingly. Loki glared, obviously not happy with being talked over by a 'mortal'.

"Hm, what experiences of mine?" Harry continued, "Well, I'm certain you haven't had as many experiences of nearly been eaten as me. Don't think you've been almost pulverised by a tree. Pretty sure you haven't been illegally punished in detention. Positive a professor of yours hasn't tried to erase your memories and leave you to die, all to write a book. Oh! What about-" Harry paused when he saw a far too interested Loki regarding him.

"Left you to die for a book?"

"To write a book actually." He corrected. Loki raised an eyebrow, the look in his eyes far too intrigued for Harry's liking. Definitely shouldn't have said anything.

"A professor? What kind of school did you go to?"

"Uh, a, different, school." He muttered, switching his attention to the ground.

"Different indeed." Harry looked up his eyes widening at how close Loki now was.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"I don't see why not." Loki replied.

"Why haven't you left?" Harry watched closely, noticing the minuscule curling of Loki's lips and flash in his eyes. Which wasn't actually that hard seeing as Harry had to crane his neck back so he wouldn't be looking at the Asgardian's chest. Before Loki could answer though, he was pulled back by a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright sir?" Rogers asked.

"What are you doing out here kid?" Stark intoned.

"I'm fine, just enjoying nature and all." Harry drawled, leaning on his back and tucking his arms behind his head. Loki chuckled, earning a glare from everyone.

"At least I was until this bloke showed up." Harry added, returning his eyes to the sky and internally smiling at the handcuffs Loki was now wearing.

"There was no one here when we landed." Thor pointed out. His hand still gripping Loki's shoulder.

"Yes there was, you were just too preoccupied to notice." Harry commented. Thor frowned and opened his mouth but Harry bet him to it, "Human remember? We don't do the logical thing, instead we go check it out and normally die because of it. "Curiosity killed the cat" right?" Thor closed his mouth, unable to respond to that while Stark laughed and declared, "I like this kid." That happened to be the time the aircraft appeared, followed by Agent Romanov landing to the right of Harry and pointing a gun at him.

"That's not necessary ma'am." Rogers informed, making to step in front of her line fire but Romanov moved away from him, the gun never wavering from Harry.

"Get Loki on board, Stark you stay." She instructed. Hesitant, Rogers lead Thor and Loki back to the aircraft while Stark was arguing with Romanov.

"He's just a kid, why are you pointing a gun at him for?"

"He's an escaped prisoner." Was her reply.

"I'd just like to state that I am completely innocent and that it really was wrong place wrong time."

"Shut-"

"-up." They said simultaneously. Harry 'hmphed' indignantly.

"What's he done?"

"Fury says-"

"Oh of course!" Stark threw his hands up, "If Fury says he's a criminal."

"Can I say something?" Harry inquired.

"No-" Romanov said.

"Yes." Stark said. Romanov glared sideways at Stark.

"Er, why don't I just make this easier and come along willingly?" Romanov regarded him suspiciously.

"What?" Stark guffawed. Harry rolled his eyes and stood up, ignoring the gun still aimed at him.

"You two obviously aren't going to stop bickering like ten year-olds and I've already had an eventful day so why don't we all call it quits and go annoy Fury?"

"I'm with the kid!" Stark supplied, slinging his arm over Harry's shoulders. Romanov didn't look entirely convinced but acquiesced. Harry was dragged along by Stark to the aircraft, forced into a seat next to the metal man and opposite Loki.

"So, why does Fury say you're a criminal?" Stark asked casually.

"Because I said, "that's classified" to one of his questions." Harry answered, pushing Stark's arm off his shoulders. Stark laughed again and introduced himself, "I'm Tony Stark, billionaire, philanthropist, Iron Man, and you are?"

"Harry Potter." He took Stark's offered hand and shook it. Stark then proceeded to name the others in the aircraft and Harry wondered what in Merlin's name he was supposed to do here.