Project Super Soldier
1945-1995
"Got word from our contacts in Berlin, Hitler killed himself last night, shot himself in the head," Fury entered the room without knocking. He puffed on his cigar, watching as Steve kept writing at his desk, not reacting. "I figured you'd be a bit more receptive, the war is winding down, it will all be over soon," Fury frowned.
"It's never over Nick, you know that," Steve glanced over. "Grindelwald is hiding somewhere after his attempt at peace, he'll gather his forces then start all of this again," Steve shook his head. "Then the next war will come, the next big monster to fight, it never ends Nick," he stopped and took a drink from his glass, sipping the brown liquid.
"Christ, are you drunk?" Fury scowled, pulling up a chair and sitting at the edge of the desk.
"I've been drinking, nothing else to do here," Steve shrugged and went back to writing and looking at the object on his desk.
"Look, I know you'd rather be back on the continent leading the way, but the higher ups wanted you back here for some good publicity," Fury leaned back in his chair. "Your team has been kicking ass and taking names for almost a year straight with no rest Steve, you've done your part."
"We need to find Grindelwald," Steve countered.
"They've got everyone looking for him, once they find him, you'll be on the team that goes," Fury reassured him. "The princess wanted you back to talk to the guy they had powering the wards, and with the reports I was getting from Moody and Barnes, getting you out of the game for a while seemed like a good idea," Fury continued. "You were losing your focus, getting sloppy, no one can do it all on their own Steve."
"Really, wasn't that whole point of a super soldier Nick?" Steve replied.
"No, you're supposed to be a leader, not a one man army," Nick shook his head. "You lost perspective, now get your head in the game," Fury slapped him in the back of the head before getting up and heading out the door. "He's all yours," he muttered as he left the room.
"Ah hello Captain, I have been wanting to meet you for some time now," a tall man with graying hair and gaudy purple robes entered the room carefully. "I am Albu…"
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore," Steve interrupted him, running his hands through his dirty blonde hair, not used to being in a normal military uniform instead of his costume. "You've been powering the wards since the attempt on the princess," Steve nodded.
"Ah yes, I've been traveling between Hogwarts and the Tower of London each day to ensure they have stayed powered, it has been very tiring," he admitted as he took the chair that Fury had vacated. "I must say I am glad that this war is drawing to a close, far too many lives have been lost," he mused.
"What do you want?" Steve frowned at him, setting aside the silver amulet he had been studying.
"Ah, Alastor said you were very direct," Dumbledore smiled and conjured himself a cup of tea. "I recently came into possession of the report your team submitted after the landing at Normandy and your encounter with the young man calling himself Voldemort," he began. "I have heard that name before and would like to see the memory of your encounter," he explained.
"I don't see a penseive, do you?" Steve replied.
"I am proficient in the mind art of Legilmancy which will allow me to read the memory if you push it to the front of your mind," Dumbledore explained.
"Not gonna happen," Steve shook his head. "No offense, but I just do not think that is a good idea," Steve shook his head. "Too much stuff going on up here," he tapped his head. "Where'd you hear the name Voldemort?" he questioned.
"Whispered in the halls and uttered by mistake I fear," Dumbledore frowned and pulled some pictures from his robes. "If you could take a look, these are some pictures, I hope you might recognize one of them," he handed the pictures over.
"Don't bother, I have my own sources too," Steve pushed the pictures away. "It's Riddle, he snuck away to join Grindelwald a couple years ago and has been sneaking off to join in with his forces over the school holidays," Steve confirmed what Dumbledore feared. "We'll deal with him eventually, but I have some questions now," Steve turned to look Dumbledore in the eyes.
"Whatever I can do to help you Captain," Dumbledore nodded immediately.
"Where is Grindelwald, I know you were his friend once, where is he hiding?" Steve asked.
"He was my friend long ago, I have not spoken with him in years," Dumbledore looked away.
"You need to work on your poker face," Steve shook his head, reaching for the amulet on his desk. "I hear you are pretty good with charms, do you mind having a look at this for me?" he extended his arm, the silver amulet dangling from a chain in the air.
"Of course, what seems to be the problem?" Dumbledore asked as he grasped it and grew silent as he examined it. "Indeed, this is most troubling…" he stammered and shook his head to clear it. "I will do what I can to find him," Dumbledore nodded and handed back the amulet.
"I'll be waiting," Steve took it back and went back to his writing as Dumbledore left the room.
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"Steve, I don't really know what else I can tell you," Bucky complained a couple weeks later when Steve pulled her into his room. "I could get in as much trouble as Grindelwald is in," she complained as Steve pushed her into the chair by his desk.
"Start at what you can tell me, I'll ask for more information as I need it," Steve ordered as he poured each of them a drink and went to magically lock the door. "Feel free to change, we'll have a warning if anyone tries to get in," he added as he took his seat and watched Bucky change into a woman with long red hair and pale skin.
"Like I told you Cap, I can't get into the specifics," she frowned before chugging down the liquor and waiting for a refill. After Steve filled the drink again, she continued. "Like I said, we're shape-shifters, we can look like anyone," she shrugged and cycled her hair through several colors. "All women, besides Grindelwald," she said the name angrily.
"Where did you come from?" he asked, taking a sip of his own drink.
"Not really sure," she shook her head. "If the elders know, they aren't sharing the information. We live our lives, trying not to interfere with the world; every now and then one of our children has the gift too. I really don't know much more than that Cap," she looked toward the window. "We don't age and are very hard to injure or kill, we started learning magic back when Hogwarts was founded, found we had a talent for it," she rambled.
"How do your kind sneak in to society?" he asked the question that had been on his mind since the revelation at Normandy.
"We make up an identity most of the time, say we moved from another country, you pick up on accents after a few hundred years," she frowned. "Sometimes we replace people that die, that's where the wizard legend comes from, someone got sloppy," she muttered. "We just want to live our lives, only problem is we have to hide from wizards and Muggles…" she stopped talking.
"How do we kill Grindelwald?" he asked.
"Killing curse won't do it, we're immune," she tucker her hair behind her ear. "Need to take off the head, burn the body, just keep an eye on so he can't regenerate, watch," she pulled out a knife and slit her wrist. "Watch," she ordered as they observed the wound closing on its own. "We're very hard to kill, you need to make sure of it. We need to wound or contain Grindewald long enough to put a bomb on him, something with lots of fire," she grinned.
"Thank you Lilisette," Steve sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Go talk to Fury, get what you need to kill him," he ordered. "Dumbledore will be coming back soon with the location of Grindelwald's base," he continued explaining. "The two of us, Dumbledore, and Moody will be going to assault the castle, probably on the 24th of June, if my math is right," he drank from his glass. "Get out of here Lili, you have a job to do," he ordered, waving his wand to unlock the door.
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"Are you sure he's coming?" Peel asked as he sat with the princess in her audience chambers, directing the question at Steve.
"Pretty sure…unless I am completely off base here," he frowned and looked into the fire, ignoring the others in the room.
"How can you be so damn sure that…nevermind," Fury waved his hands in surrender when Dumbledore stepped out of the fire interrupting him.
"Captain," he nodded immediately at Steve. "Princess," he greeted the future queen a moment after. "I have found where Grindelwald is gathering his strength, but it is heavily fortified," he shook his head. "There are trolls and other dark creatures patrolling outside the grounds, and an unknown number of wizards inside," he shook his head.
"Portkey us as close as you can," Steve ordered.
"Not a problem, how long will it take to gather your troops?" Dumbledore asked as he conjured a length of rope and began to charm it.
"No time at all," Steve shook his head. "Me, you, Moody, and Bucky, that's all we're taking," he commanded as everyone spoke up against the idea. "Enough," he cut them all off. "We are not risking untrained men on this," he explained. "We are going in hot, if it moves, you make it not move," he looked to Fury for support. "It's an isolated target, the best chance we get at it would be like this, if we take a squad, it will be spotted," he reasoned. "We're wizards, we can deal with whatever they throw at us before they have the chance to scatter."
"This is madness," Moody frowned as he saw Fury and Dumbledore considering what Steve said.
"Cap's right, between you four, you can hopefully sneak in before they scatter and take him out," Fury frowned. "You're going to have to move fast," Fury stared at Steve.
"Dumbledore will take point with Bucky, they have the best chance of tracking him, Moody and I will cover the rear and make sure nothing interrupts us," Steve let out a breath and pulled down his mask. "Any more questions?"
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"Move, move, move," Steve shouted as he pulled Moody around a corner inside the mansion that Grindelwald was hiding out in. "Reductos, blast the stairs, I'll get the wizards," he ordered before turning back and picking off a couple targets from behind his shield. The stairs exploded with the impact of Moody's curses, slowing the advance of their chasers.
"This is turning out great Cap," Moody grumbled as they fell back, collapsing walls, ceilings, and floors to create a pile of rubble behind them.
"Calm down Alastor, there weren't that many trolls, and we got away from them pretty fast," he commented as he banished a wizard back into his bedchambers, hearing a crack as the wizard sailed through his own window.
"There were a bloody dozen of them, the only reason we got away is because we blew apart the side of the building and came inside," Moody grunted as he threw a grenade at the wizards that were trying to clear the debris to their rear.
"Using Muggle weapons, it makes me shed a tear, seems like I rubbed off on you some," Steve joked as he deflected a curse with his shield before binding the caster. "Bloody hell, what way did they go?" he swore at the next intersection in the hallway.
"Seems like I rubbed off on you too," Moody frowned and listened at the crossroads. "You never even told me how those two know where to go…" he frowned as they heard a gunshot and turned to follow it.
"Dumbledore has been here before, and Bucky's good at stuff like this," Steve frowned and banished a door into a room as he heard a curse starting to be cast on the other side. "Don't worry about it, just keep shooting," he ordered as they kept fighting the defenders who had awoken as the lead team passed by not long ago.
"I'm not one of your soldiers Cap, I want some answers after all this," Moody swore before he pulled a pistol and shot a wizard who was fumbling for his wand in the chest. "I have a long list of questions for you," Moody growled as he dodged a curse before dealing with its caster.
"Tell you what Alastor, next chance we get for a sit down, I'll answer them," Steve grinned as he charged a wizard, slamming him to the wall using his shield as a battering ram.
"About how bloody long will that take?" Moody hissed as he caught a bit of wood shrapnel in the side. "Reducto!" he shouted angrily in the direction of the caster, bringing a bit of the mansion crashing down.
"About fifty-five years," Steve said quietly as they sprinted up the hallway to reach the door leading to Grindelwald's quarters. "Go low, I got high," he ordered as he slammed into the doors, pushing them open to reveal the duels in front of them. Dumbledore and Grindelwald were trading spells evenly as Bucky had her hands full with a younger man he recognized as Riddle. "Bucky, Moody, help Albus," he shouted and dove in the way of a green curse that was headed at Bucky, blocking it with his shield.
"Gotcha Cap," Bucky shouted and dove for cover while taking aim on Grindelwald.
"Aye boy," Moody lobbed a destructive hex back down the hall, ending whatever pursuit was left before joining the fight.
"Hello Tom," Steve paused to measure his opponent.
"American fool!" Riddle shouted before launching a series of blasting curses that Steve blocked with his shield.
"Yeah, that would be me," Steve rolled out of the way of his next curse before firing a bludgeoning curse that smashed through Riddle's shields, sending the young man to the ground. "Incarcerous," he muttered as the ropes bound his foe. "Consider yourself lucky I don't kill you right here," he gave the body a kick before turning to where Grindelwald was holding the others at bay. "Block this," he muttered as he wound up and hurled the shield at the dark wizard, catching him full in the face.
"Incarcerous," Dumbledore shouted a moment later, catching the momentarily stunned wizard by surprise, binding him in ropes. "Accio wand," he summoned Grindelwald's wand a second later as the wizard thrashed on the ground. "It's over Gellert," Dumbledore looked down at the wizard, raising his own wand. "I can't let you hurt any more people old friend," the tip of his wand sparked green.
"Stop," Steve broke in, standing at the feet of the bound wizard. "We, technically, were never here," he gestured at Moody, Bucky, and himself. "Our involvement is not going to become public knowledge," he reached for Dumbledore and lowered the man's wand forcibly. "You're the hero today Albus, we're just soldiers," he motioned for Moody and Bucky. "Get out of here, I'll clean up," he ordered, taking the pack of explosives from Bucky.
"It's been an honor Captain, thank you," Dumbledore sighed, looking all of his 60 odd years old. "Until we meet again Captain," he nodded before leaving the room.
"I better go with him, never seen him like this, you sure you got it covered Cap?" Moody paused a moment before following Dumbledore out of the room.
"Captain, I should be here for this," Bucky complained immediately once the two men had left. "This is my mission and I…" she stopped when Steve chuckled and pulled back his mask.
"It's alright Bucky, I wouldn't dream of kicking you out," he laughed and brushed the sweat soaked hair back from his head. "Start wiring them up," he handed the pack back before he moved to drag Riddle across the floor, depositing him beside Grindelwald. "You two, have been bad boys," he glared at them. "Meddling in Muggle wars, not a way to make friends," he continued as he took the charges from Bucky who had changed back to her true form and stuck them to Grindelwald.
"I knew it," Grindelwald struggled against the bonds, trying to break free as he recognized her. "You stupid bitch, it is our right to rule them!" he flailed trying to free himself.
"It is not," she glared down at him before doubling the ropes binding him. "It is our right to live free, to never die, to be free of this world's violence," she spat at him before shoving him hard.
"What time we got?" Steve asked as he placed the last charge atop Grindelwald's head. "Now don't you go anywhere," he eyed the terrified immortal. "Yeah, she told me, seems you have an aversion to fire," he read the man's eyes. "The question is, what do we do with your little friend here," he frowned as he pointed his wand at Riddle.
"Got half past four, local time," she responded after checking her watch.
"English time please," he shot back quickly.
"Half past six," she laughed at his inability to handle the time zones. "Honestly Cap, I figured after all this time you'd…wand!" she shouted as Riddle somehow freed himself and dove at Grindelwald.
"So long heroes," he taunted as he grabbed the older wizard to apparate.
"No!" Steve shouted and dove at them, coming in contact with them and disappearing from the room in a loud crack. He rolled when he hit the ground, realizing the was not in room anymore, but probably in a bunker or a cave. He dove the side, raising his shield defensively when he heard Riddle throw an Avada Kedavra at him. "Riddle, I am going to kill you!" he shouted back in anger.
"Bring it on Mr. Hero, let me show you the power of a true wizard!" the young man shouted back, sending blasts of energy at him.
"That's it, time to end you," Steve's eyes glazed over as he leapt and sprinted at Riddle. "Goodbye Tom!" he screamed as he swung the shield with enough force to knock the boy's head off, only to pass through him, like he was a ghost. "No! Not now!" he grabbed at his chest and disappeared a moment before a fireball engulfed Grindelwald.
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~Flash forward - 1995~
"Ah, Harry my boy, I was just going try to have Ms. Granger find you," Dumbledore greeted the young man in front of him. "Come walk with me," he reassured the boy he was not in trouble and pulled him from his best friend, Ronald Weasley. "I must say I am pleasantly surprised by your performance in the tournament so far, you are a credit to the school," he smiled.
"It's nothing sir, I just got lucky," Harry shook his head, staring at the ground.
"It is more than nothing Harry," Dumbledore chuckled as he led Harry out to the steps of the school and took a seat on them. "It is the signs of a great wizard in the making," he laughed when Harry blushed and looked away, mumbling. "I'm not here to sing your praises Harry, I'm sure your classmates, well at least ¼ of them are doing that," he smirked. "I wanted to give you this, as a good luck charm for the final task," he pulled an amulet on a silver chain from his robes.
"Sir…this is your Order of Merlin, I can't take this," Harry tried to give it back when he recognized it, but Dumbledore would have none of it. "Sir, I can't," he looked at the hunk of silver in his hands, denoting the date and time of the defeat of Grindelwald on it.
"Nonsense Harry, it is nothing but a good luck charm for you," he smiled. "Whatever charms are on it only react to myself," he explained the shield charms that every Order of Merlin was imbued with. "I only ask that if you ever need help with charms in your schooling, that you come to me for help," his eyes twinkled before he patted the boy on the back and walked back to the school.
-Flash forward June 1995-
"Kill the spare!" the unearthly voice ordered as Wormtail killed Cedric then performed the resurrection ritual on Voldemort. "Ah, Mr. Potter, we meet again," Voldemort taunted Harry before the two of them engaged in a battle that found them locked against each other due to their matching wand cores. "Stop him!" Voldemort roared as Harry broke the spell and dove at Cedric's body.
"Go," Harry used the last of this strength and banished the body at the cup, watching as they both disappeared. "Do your worst Tom," he struggled to his feet before collapsing as the world was torn apart around him.
-Flash forward ???-
"Damn it," he swore as he beat his shield against the biggest rock he could find. "Tempos," he muttered after he reduced what once had been a support pillar of Grindelwald's stronghold to rubble and watched as his wand displayed the date and time. "Great, 55 back, 55 forward," he frowned and conjured a set of robes for himself. "Home sweet home," he muttered as he forced the long distance apparation, breaking through dozens of wards.
He appeared at the main apparation point in Diagon alley and headed to the Leaky Cauldron, snatching a Daily Prophet from an unsuspecting woman. "Water Tom," he said automatically as he took a seat at the bar, pulling his hood and mask back. He eyed the newspaper intently as he read the notice of the peace with Voldemort and the formal surrender of the Ministry of Magic before tossing it away in disgust.
"You should be careful with your emotions, you never know who's watching," the bartender frowned at the twenty something man who was staring at his glass of water.
"You have a problem with the paper there?" a man asked as a group of four slid up behind him at the bar.
"Oh, I have many problems," he laughed before spinning around and throwing a haymaker at the closest man. The wizard went down like a sack of bricks. The others struggled for their wands before they joined their companion on the floor. "Incarcerous," he gestured at the men, pulling his hand out from under the robes with his wand.
"Saints preserve us," an older woman stumbled back when he bound the men. She fanned herself, trying to calm her breathing with her companions.
"I'll catch up with you later Tom," he nodded at the bartender before downing his water. "You okay ma'am?" he asked when he reached the woman near the door.
"Thank god," the woman cried out and embraced him in a tight hug. "Thank god you're back," she wept on his robes. "They said you disappeared after the attack on Grindelwald," she sniffed and released him.
He examined her a moment before it dawned on him. "Emily Norrington, you were a nurse for the 69th," he nodded when the woman smiled confirming it. "I hate to do this, but you need to get anyone you can, I have a feeling I am going to need backup soon," he looked down at her, trying his best to comfort her.
"You aged well sir, I'll have everyone I can here in twenty minutes," she wiped away the last of her tears.
"I was fighting Grindelwald ten minutes ago Nurse Norrington," he laughed, walking to the door. "The wars never end for soldiers like me," he pulled his hood up. "Make sure they bring all the goodies they can, this is gonna be rough," he ordered before leaving the bar.
He walked through the alley, catching snippets of conversations here and there. Don't think about it, they'll kill you. We should take up your sister on that vacation in France. I can't believe they're giving up. Keep an eye out, be ready to move on my mark, constant vigilance. The voices all blurred together as he looked at the stage from under his hood.
"Prepare to execute the prisoners," Voldemort hissed, feeling a twitch in his Occulmancy he had not felt in a long time. "Bow to me now you, or you will be joining them up here," he snarled at the crowd, glaring at the cluster of people he knew were the Order, ignoring the man ten feet in front of him that refused to bow as well. "Looks like some of you want to be heroes," he laughed as his guards moved the prisoners and took aim at the crowd.
"I figured with all the trouble you went through to try to catch me, I owed you an appearance at least," Moody pulled back his hood, glaring at Voldemort. His companions dropped their hoods, revealing Nymphadora Tonks, the Weasley twins, Neville Longbottom, and Lee Jordan.
"You think you can stop me, with just the six of you?" Voldemort hissed at them. "I have an army on the way, you days are finished," he snarled.
"Seven," the man directly in front of Voldemort said loudly. "There are seven of us that stand against you," he glared defiantly under his robes at the stage.
"The war is over, surrender and I may spare your lives," Voldemort gripped his wand uneasily.
"So long as people have the will to fight, the war goes on," the man didn't move. "Stand down Alastor, no one has to die today," he ordered, waving his hand at the 6 members of the Order.
"Took you bloody long enough," Moody grinned as he reigned in the younger wizards and witch. "Defensive positions, trust me," he ordered the crew who obeyed.
"I don't know what you are playing at," Voldemort glared at the man. "Lucius, burn him until there is nothing left," he ordered the elder Malfoy.
"As you wish my Lord," Lucius bowed before casting on the man. "Incendio!" he shouted the spell as the flames erupted around the man, frowning and panicking as the flames did not give their full effect. "My Lord… what?" he stammered as the flames went out after his spell finished and a whirring sound came through the air and the man threw off the charred robes.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted instinctively, striking at the man in red, white, and blue.
"I dare," the man grunted as his shield returned to him and he blocked the curse. He grunted as he recovered from the blast and hurled the shield at the Dark Lord, cutting off several fingers before the shield returned to his hands.
"Portkeys!" Voldemort ordered as he grasped his mangled hand, leading the Death Eaters in a retreat, leaving half of their number behind from the injuries the shield had inflicted.
"You lot, bind them, give their wands to our people," Moody ordered the five Order members who were slow to react. "Good to see you again Steve," he pushed his way through the crowd to where his old friend was standing alone. "Looking well, I see," he joked.
"I told you not to joke about magic eyes," Steve replied as the two of them watched Fudge getting ready to explode and come after them.
"Are you out of your minds!" Fudge started ranting. A moment later the large shield, being held by Steve swung out and cracked him in the face.
"Bind this traitorous piece of shit," Steve ordered before he kicked at the Minister. "How many men do you have Moody?"
"Five, and another 10 that were going to cover our escape, with those 6 taking wands form the Death Eaters, we are around 23 fighters," he gestured at the stage where Dumbledore and the others were recovering. "Not enough men," he frowned.
"To be fair, we are in a guerilla war now Cap, it isn't the same as back then," Moody frowned.
"No, it's not," he shook his head and moved up to the stage, handing an piece of metal on a chain to Dumbledore.
"Ah, I was wondering when I would get this back," the old man smiled.
"You and Moody, go," he ordered the two of them. "Get to the queen and the tower of London and get the damn wards up before Riddle gets his reinforcements," he ordered the older wizards who disappeared immediately. "You, what's your name?" he grabbed the witch with pink hair who was with Moody.
"Tonks, what the hell are you supposed to be?" she looked over his costume.
"Nevermind that, call in your evac team, I need fighters now," he ordered, gripping her shoulder, getting a jolt. "And for Merlin's sake, try not to get yourself killed, I know you have some questions," he ordered before going up to the microphone leaving her to gather the Order troops.
"I plan on fighting, anyone else who will fight, come with me," he finished his speech and walked away from the crowd angrily. "Cowards," he spat as he saw Tonks and a couple dozen wizards follow him. "Weasley," he said suddenly, pointing at Ron. "Figure out what all we have on our side for wizarding firepower," he gestured at them. "Half of you look dead on your feet," he frowned, pulling out his wand to scan the area.
"Took you bloody long enough!" a man in his late sixties pushed his way through the crowd until he reached Steve. "Bloody good to see you Cap," he gripped the man in a hug.
"Peel?" Steve asked as he pulled the man off of him.
"One and the same," he nodded. "All the members of the 69th, most of us being squibs and all, we keep track of what goes on here," he grinned. "You'll have fifty artificial hips loaded to bear in the next five minutes, and another one hundred coming in after that," he explained. "We has to hide our stockpiles, didn't trust you wizards to keep the peace," he smirked.
"I don't know to be insulted or complimented," Steve clapped the man on the back. "And if you'll excuse me, I need to deal with this," he raised a hand as he saw the first of the backup from the Order arrive on broom.
"What the hell is going on here Ronald, we should be evacuating everyone now," the bushy haired witch yelled at the tall redhead as she dismounted her broom. "Who the hell gave you an order as stupid as to stand and fight in a place like this?" she screamed at him.
Steve cleared his throat while Ron pointed in his direction. "I believe that would be me," he looked down at the witch who reached back to slap him. He caught her hand and pulled her close before talking to her again. "Smartest witch of her age would have figured it out before I had to grab her," he grinned as she grew pale and fainted. "Wonderful," he shrugged and handed the body off to Ron. "Take care of her, I have reinforcements coming," he ordered.
"Wait," Ron called out to him. "This is going to sound crazy, but are…" he stopped when Steve interrupted him.
"Name is Captain America, Steve Rodgers to my friends," he looked at the redhead. "Any other names I went by died five years ago," he winked under the mask and went to organize the defenses.
A/N : Yup, pretty happy with this chapter, regardless of the last 5 pages being a prologue repost. Yep, Harry is Cap. I think I really did the time paradox pretty well. Harry gets it, it send him back, he gives to Dumbles to examine, then he creates the original, not too confusing. If you haven't figured out my way of writing X-overs by now, I pity you. It's take xxxxxx plot and throw Harry into it somehow, bringing as many monkey wrenches as possible to keep people on their toes. Next chapter…battle for Diagon, a lil talk for the golden trio, and a possible you know what going in the you know where for the you know who's.