Fandom: Harry Potter, X-Men, (MCU optional) crossover.

Timeline: 1996

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"THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES. . . . BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES . . . AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT . . . AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES. . . . THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES. . . ."

- Harry Potter and The Order of Phoenix (Ch 37: The Lost Prophecy, Pg 841)

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The words of the Prophecy kept on spinning through his head, along with the short explanation that Dumbledore had given him.

Neither can live, while the other survives. Either he, Harry Potter will have to kill Tom Riddle, or die by his hands. In the end, the two wizards, with their fates entwined, will have to fight each other, and only one will remain alive.

Harry was currently sitting in an empty room, about a minute's walk from Dumbledore's office, barely 5 minutes after Dumbledore had dismissed him from there.

Sirius.. Sirius was dead.. the one adult that Harry could trust completely, the one adult whom Harry loved almost as much as he did his parents. And he was dead.

Dead because of Harry's naivety, because of Dumbledore's reluctance to trust Harry, because of Snape's goading, and dead because of Voldemort's trickery.

And the most hated reason for Sirius's death, the Prophecy. He, Harry Potter, was supposed to be the one to kill Voldemort once and for all, when hundreds of other Wizards, far more learned, and far more powerful than him, had died at his hands.

He had wanted to be Just Harry, a Wizard who has fun with Magic, with his friends, but now, he didn't even want to be that anymore. He didn't even want to be Harry anymore, let alone Harry Potter, the Prophesied killer of Voldemort.

Anger fills his heart, thanks to all that had happened to him. Anger at himself- 'Why did I not visit Grimmauld Place first? It was literally right there, in London! Why did I believe Kreacher? Why did I trust in visions that Voldemort sent me?' Harry thought.

Anger at Voldemort, for all the obvious reasons. Anger at Bellatrix, for being the one who pushed Sirius through the Veil.

Anger at Sirius- 'Why did you not stay home, Sirius? I know you hated it, but it was the safest place for you! Why did you taunt Bellatrix? Why did you not act nicer with Kreacher?'

Anger at the House Elf, Kreacher, for causing the death of his Godfather, however cunningly it might have been.

Anger at Dumbledore- 'What kind of Adult tells an actual 15 year old that he's destined to kill someone 5 decades older than him? Why does he have to put so much stock in prophecies anyway?'

And anger at the Prophecy itself.

Harry clenches his hands, his mouth shut close to prevent himself from screaming out loud. His anger keeps on surging within his heart, begging to be released, and Harry.. gives in.

Harry drops down from the desk he was sitting on, and throws the desk at the wall, his mind relishing in the sound of breaking wood. He then picks a chair up, and throws that at the wall too, once again causing the wood to break.

But this was not enough, no, he wanted to experience pain, actual physical pain. His eye catching the wall of the classroom, Harry walks towards it, taking a moment to touch the cold, smooth stones that made it up.

"AAAH!" Harry yells, not able to keep it in any longer, and pulls his hand back.

Clenching his fist tighter, Harry punches straight towards the smooth stone wall. But, where he had expected pain, and the sound of his bones breaking, he hears a different sound, as his hand punches through the wall.

CRACK! BOOM!

The cobblestone wall, made up of multiple stones glued together with the help of.. something he didn't know of.. and magic, now had a hole in the Wall, with a single stone missing. Harry's fist had punched the stone, and sent it flying on to the other side of the wall.

Harry blinks through his tears, confusion taking over his anger as the primary emotion. "That's.. odd." He says, looking at the roughly round shaped hole in the wall, with half his arm through it.

He couldn't see his arm, thanks to it being on the other side, but he felt odd. He had expected pain, a lot of it. He hadn't held back in his punch, his anger, his psychological pain needing to feel it physically.

By experience, he knew that punching wooden walls hurt like a bitch, and punching stones even more so. Instead, his hand had punched a stone with so much force, that it had gotten lose out of the wall, and was thrown in the room beside this one.

Thankfully, the missing stone was around as large as his own head, and so his hand wasn't even remotely stuck. Slowly, very gently so as to not harm the obviously delicate wall even more, Harry pulls his hand out of the hole.

What else could he believe, to explain the missing stone? Obviously, the Wall had lost most of its magic, and the stones were probably halfway loose anyway.

But, when his right hand exits out of the hole it had made for itself, Harry is forced to blink once again, even more confused. The confusion then leads to fear, and he rapidly takes a few steps back, waving his hand around to get rid of whatever was covering it.

"What the hell?" Harry whispers, when his rapid motions fail to throw whatever was covering his hand away. And then, once again curious, he looks at his hand, really looks at it.

His hand, which was supposed to be flesh and bones, looked to be covered in some sort of dull silver coloured metal. The silver coloured metal was covering the entirety of his fist, as well as half of his forearm.

It was as if Harry had dipped his hand in a vat of molten silver, which had then cooled off, while still keeping his arm intact.

Harry tries to move his arm, and is pleasantly surprised to find his arm just as easy to move as before. His fingers felt a bit more solid, but he could still move them freely, with the metal not hindering his joints in any way.

"What the hell?" Harry whispers once again, his previous adrenaline completely leaving his body. His arm was covered in Silver, and he had used this arm to punch a hole in a stone wall. His confusion was valid, at least to him.

Harry jumps up, suddenly, seeing the metallic shine that had just covered his hand start retreating, as if the Molten silver from before was being sucked into his skin. And before long, he sees his own pale skin once again, the silver nowhere to be seen.

As a test, Harry approaches the wall once again, and knocks on another one of the stones, very far away from the hole in the wall.

"Ow!" Harry says, wincing from the pain. 'So, the Stone is not fake,' he thinks, not knowing if he should be relieved, or afraid.

Keeping his right hand in front of him, Harry sits down on another desk, folding his legs. Clenching his fists a few times, Harry observes his hand completely, not knowing what had just happened.

But he liked it, the feeling of temporary strength. He had felt as if nothing could stop him. It gave him some relief over all that had happened to him.

His mind immediately conjures up an image of him punching Voldemort's head off, using the Silver arm thingy, or punching Bellatrix's head off, causing him to involuntarily chuckle.

Harry smiles, feeling a little bit of hope for himself. He had wanted to not even be Harry, and it seemed the Universe had listened to him for once. He had become something else, something.. more.

That is, if it wasn't a one time thing, and if he could conjure the Silver once again.

Closing his eyes, Harry focuses within himself, and focuses on bringing the Silver back to cover his arm, cover his body. Remembering his old Theory of Magic lessons, Harry WILLS it to happen, WILLS the Silver metal to cover his arm once again.

This time, he feels it happen, like a switch had been turned on, as something crawls all over his body, and not just his forearm.

SNAP!

Harry widens his eyes, as his body drops down on the ground, falling through the now breaking desk. Fortunately, however, he couldn't feel anything, not even a little bit of pain. Pushing the broken wood pieces away from himself, Harry stands up.

Lifting his hands up, he sees that both his hands were now covered with the Silver metal, and so were his legs. His clothes were still clothes, there wasn't any change there, but he had expected it. It seemed this new development only affected him, and not his clothes.

Despite being similar to Silver, the metal that covered his body was not reflective, though. It was dulled, and so, Harry couldn't see if the changes went to his head and hair too, thanks to there being no reflection. A very gentle pull on his oversized shirt, however, proves to him that his chest and stomach at least were covered by the metal.

Another pull on his pants shows him that even his groin was metallic, and so was his butt. He's a teenager, no one blames him for checking his groin first.

Harry then takes his hand towards his face, and gently touches it, not wanting to harm his face. But he didn't need to worry, because even his face was covered by the metal.

"Brilliant!" Harry whispers, looking at his metal arms, and legs.

The broken desk was proof enough, that he was heavier now, but Harry couldn't feel it. He couldn't feel any changes to his weight, or body balance. He felt perfectly natural, with nothing wrong with his body.

As an experiment, Harry lifts his left hand in front of himself, and pokes at it with his right hand's index finger. The metal stays like that, not giving in. He then knocks on his arm, causing it to make a gong like sound of metal hitting metal.

Poking his tongue out, Harry gently touches his metal hand to it, and then to his teeth, and is surprised to find just metal, and not soft flesh or.. whatever the hell teeth are made of. Which meant, even his tongue and teeth are affected by this metal.

'Bloody hell!' Thinks Harry, everything confusing him even more.

Horrified, Harry looks up, staring at the wall he had punched a hole in. He whispers to himself, "Am I.. completely metal? Inside and out?"

The shock of everything that had happened to him, including Sirius's death, Dumbledore's revelations, and his new.. superpower?.. proves to be too much for Harry's teenage mind to handle, and he drops down, unconscious.

Thankfully, his body changes back to flesh before his body slams into the ground, leaving the ground completely intact, but causing Harry's head to hit the ground.

CRACK!

With a loud crack sound, the familiar House Elf, by the name of Dobby, appears inside the room, feeling something wrong with his Harry Potter.

"Harry Potter, sir?" Dobby asks, turning his head all around the room he had found himself appearing in.

He sees Harry fallen on the ground, unconscious, and runs towards him, not making much noise.

Touching his left hand on Harry's left arm, Dobby snaps the fingers of his right hand, and transports both himself, and Harry to the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts, immediately beginning to call out for the Healer, Madam Pomfrey, who begins a checkup immediately.

They both give out sighs of relief, however, when all tests reveal that Harry is just in shock, which caused him to faint, and a small head injury. Leaving him to sleep on a bed beside the five friends he had taken with him to the Ministry, Madam Pomfrey goes back to work, while Dobby goes back to the Laundry room, to finish washing the students' clothes.

Meanwhile, the room remains closed, no one bothering to check it, and so does the other room, one Harry had punched a hole into.

What this one small change will bring to Harry Potter's fate, no one knew.

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A/N: Another Plot Bunny! After a very long time.

As you might have guessed it, Harry is kinda like Colossus, from the X-Men. There are a few differences, like what metal Harry has, or how Harry looks. Where Colossus is made up of Metallic bands, made of Carbon steel, Harry is made of Magic Silver(Goblin's silver.)

I imagine Goblin's aren't the ones who created the metal, but they just found it, and this holds true in this Universe.

He also doesn't have metal bands, like Colossus, and is smooth all over.

I won't write on this, this is just a plot bunny, but I wanted to get this out there.

Thank you for your support! Tata!