(Marvel crossover prompt) Vanished objects don't go into non-being, they go to the collection point of all lost and unloved things. They go to Sakaar. And a magical incident (spell backfire, a broken vanishing cabinet, etc) just vanished Harry.

-Niko_of_the_stars on Reddit.

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Lost is Found

Harry James Potter could honestly say that he should have expected something like this would happen. His life had been one adventure after another, and so he never should have expected to get a break.

Falling into the Vanishing Cabinet and subsequently blacking out, was something that's far from abnormal for him.

It had barely been two days after Voldemort had finally died at his hands, and the war was over. Having felt the need to help rebuild the Castle of Hogwarts as much as he can, Harry had stayed behind, strangely enough, alone. Ron had left together with his family, to arrange everything for Fred's funeral, while Hermione had left for Australia to restore her parents' memories.

Together with dozens of volunteers and teachers, Harry had helped repair more than half of the destroyed castle. And he was glad he had stayed. It provided him with some sort of.. peace, and closure.

Many people were lost, and it showed in the.. haunted feeling the Castle now gave out. But still, Harry was enjoying this new routine he had found himself following, even if it had only been two days since they began this task.

But there was one thing about these days that Harry absolutely loathed. Reporters.

Within hours of Voldemort's death, almost everyone in the United Kingdom knew about it. And those that didn't know were only those still in hiding. (Lee Jordan was trying to get in contact with them, although no one knew if they had a Wireless with them or not.)

And like they always do, Reporters from all around the nation had come to Hogwarts to get whatever news they could. The thing is, they rarely ever left him alone.

The Man-Who-Conquered, they called him. Put his own achievement of killing Voldemort above the countless sacrifices the other people had given. Tonks and Remus had left a baby behind, Fred had left his twin, Lavender had scars on her face, Hermione had been tortured by LeStrange. And so on and so on.

But the reporters didn't care. They only wanted to glorify Harry Potter and his miraculous survival against the Killing Curse. Again.

Harry couldn't help but sigh, wondering if this was his life now. People would hate him for taking attention away from the sacrifice that other people went through. And he wouldn't even blame them, to be honest.

Okay, he would blame them a little, because it's not like he asked for this!

And now, once again, here he was. Running, hiding from the reporters, who had the gall to follow him around Hogwarts- and now inside Hogwarts!- asking questions about Voldemort.

How did you defeat him? What would you do now with all that power? Is what you said about the Elder Wand true? Why did you destroy the Elder Wand? And so on and on.

Honestly, Harry didn't even bother listening to the questions anymore.

Whenever things got a bit much for him, which happened at least once a few hours, Harry would just don his Invisibility Cloak, and roam around the Castle. There wasn't a curfew anymore, he wasn't a student either, so it wasn't like he was breaking any rules.

And in times like these, when the reporters managed to sniff him out no matter where he went (as if they had a marauder's map of their own) Harry was especially thankful for his father's Cloak.

Or The Cloak of Invisibility, capital letters and all.

On this particular Hunting Harry session, Harry had decided to wait the horde of reporters out by staying in the Room of Requirements. It was the one place that he knew no one would find him in. As Neville had proven, if the inhabitants of the Room didn't want to be found, then the Room would not allow anyone outside to find them.

He had been just looking around the Room of Hidden Things, which had miraculously survived the Fiendfyre spell cast by Crabbe. There were many scars left by the spell, inside the Room. Burnt stuff, ash, and some melted stuff. He had even seen remnants of some broken Jewellery, and even a half sword from some time long past.

There was even the bust which once housed the Diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw, which thankfully he didn't find. Which meant it was Destroyed completely, thereby reducing the chances of Voldemort's return to zero.

Harry didn't know how the Fiendfyre had been snuffed out, maybe the Castle did it. Maybe the fire was destroyed as soon as the room was empty of anything living, he didn't know.

While staring at the Vanishing Cabinet, which looked a bit roughed up by the Fiendfyre, Harry had been startled by something moving in the large stack behind him. Instinctively, he had taken his wand out, and turned to the sound, a Protego already forming to protect him.

Instead of an attacker, however, it was the mountain of.. stuff itself that was moving. Or falling, to be more exact.

He had barely enough time to widen his eyes when a large trunk slammed into his chest (the shield spell having lost its Magic when he saw no danger) , throwing him back into the Vanishing Cabinet he had just been studying.

The Vanishing Cabinet.

Usually, it takes whatever is placed inside to its twin whenever the door is closed and the Cabinet's enchantments are activated. That was how Draco Malfoy had brought all those death eaters to Hogwarts, after all, leading to Dumbledore's death.

But Harry never entered the Cabinet, nor did the Cabinet doors close. But the Cabinet Enchantments.. still activated.

Damaged from the overuse a year ago, as well as the highly Dark Magic within the Fiendfyre spell that had burnt it a little, the Cabinet Enchantments had gotten.. volatile.

But the Twin which was supposed to accept the Cabinet's contents was not there anymore. It had been destroyed by Borgin himself, afraid of someone coming through from the other side to kill him. And so, while the Cabinet had begun transferring the contents, there was nowhere to send it to. Nowhere to send Harry to.

And so, the Vanishing Cabinet sent the contents to the one place where everything Vanished goes. Somewhere far away from Earth, somewhere everything lost is found.

Harry wakes when something pokes him in his stomach, and slowly opens his eyes. His head was hurting, and he could feel that there were multiple injuries on his body. Thankfully, however, he finds his glasses still on his eyes, and so he doesn't have any troubles with seeing when he finally opens his eyes.

Nothing could have prepared him however for the sight in front of him.

Harry was surrounded by.. people, he wants to say. They wore masks, and clothes different than what he was used to, in either the Magical or the muggle world. And one of them was right in his face, staring at him, with a.. weird gun resting on his shoulders.

Startling, Harry crawls backwards and brings out his wand, pointing it at the half a dozen people that were staring at him, content with just watching. For a few seconds, they keep staring z before one of them puts his hands on his face, and takes off the mask he'd been wearing, showing a grey skin.

It wasn't coloured grey, Harry could tell, it just was grey.

"Are you a fighter?" The man asks, making Harry frown.

Fighter? Harry had had enough of fighting, he knew. So ever so slowly, he shakes his head no, while still keeping the Wand pointed up.

The grey man grins, and it does not reassure Harry at all, and says, "So, it is food!"

Food? FOOD?!

'They want to eat me?!' Harry asks himself, but the look on the only unmasked man's face told him that yup, he wasn't joking.

As the men start walking forward with their weapons pointed at him, Harry makes a split second decision and snaps his wand down with a yell of, "BOMBARDA!"

With a boom, the ground underneath the cannibals shatters, throwing them all backwards. But Harry does not wait around to see the effects of his spell. Turning around, he starts running towards the trash, knowing that hiding is key right now.

His instincts from the war he had been fighting warn him of something speeding towards him, and Harry ducks down, letting a blast of.. something that was definitely not Magic fly over his head. Widening his eyes, Harry sends another spell flying backwards and turns to go behind a mountain.

When the cannibals reach the mountain, they only find an empty dead end, Harry nowhere to be seen.

"WHERE IS HE?!" The leader yells, looking around in anger, sporting a few cuts on his open face.

All the while, Harry watches them from underneath his Invisibility Cloak, not making a single movement in fear of letting his position be known.

One of the other cannibals brings out a.. glass sheet outside, and with a few swipes, makes it glow with symbols and words that Harry doesn't recognise. The images on the glass sheet then float up, and Harry sees an illusion of the entire dumping ground that he had landed himself in, with multiple yellow dots in one spot.

'They can track people with that thing?!' Harry wonders, astonished at the Magic he's seeing here.

For a few seconds, the cannibals keep watching the glass sheet, and then the holder says, "Nowhere! How did he disappear so soon!"

"Find him, you morons! If the Grandmaster learns we let Food escape, he will punish us harshly!" The leader says, making Harry sigh in relief.

Once again, he was glad for his Father's Cloak, which could apparently hide him from whatever Magic they use to track people.

But he still remains frozen in his place, seeing the cannibals fan out to search for him.

A lot of questions pass through his mind. Where was he? Where did the Cabinet take him, because he had no doubt that this was the Cabinet at work? What kind of people eat other people!?

Barely a minute later, however, a different sound from the constant booms of things falling down from a height reaches his ears. The sound of a plane.

Harry still waits in patience when the cannibals brandish their weapons and point it at the plane which was away from his sights.

He was after all, hidden in a dead end between two trash mountains, with only one direction he could see in.

"It's ours, scrapper!" The leader says, to the person that no doubt came from the plane that just landed.

Harry hears the soft voice of a woman answer, "It's funny how you actually think you have a chance with me."

Harry wonders who she is, if she's a nice person, or just another Cannibal who wants to eat him too. Does this place only have cannibals?

The cannibal in question laughs loudly, and says, "More food for us then, Scrapper! Get her!"

There is a sound of footsteps retreating away from Harry, as well as the sound of their weird guns charging up with a buzz, and then.. chaos. Harry stays frozen in his place, as the cannibals scream one after another, which die down in seconds, all of the cannibals dead.

"It's okay! You can come out now!" The woman calls out.

Harry doesn't move for a second, doubtful of if the woman is trustworthy or not. But he knew he could not stay hidden here forever.

Closing his eyes, Harry focuses on a place he had seen while running, another spot in the dumping ground, and twists around his feet, aiming to apparate there. Unfortunately, nothing happens save for him feeling a knot in his navel.

Disheartened, Harry pockets his Cloak of Invisibility, and walks out, the wand still in his hands.

The woman stares at him, the not-quite-plane sitting innocently behind her as if she hadn't just used it to kill a dozen or so people in seconds.

Seeing her prepare to throw something at him, Harry casts a shield, stopping a tiny circular disk that sticks to the shield, and digs into it using some legs that it grows. Widening his eyes, Harry looks at the woman, who grins, and throws another of those small disks.

This time, his Shield does nothing to stop the disk, and even before Harry could register it, he finds the disk slamming into his neck, and digging in.

Wincing, Harry puts his hand on the disk, trying to pull it out, but stops when he sees the woman raise her hand, a device held in it.

She says, "That stick is a weapon, is it? Good to know."

And then, all Harry knows is pain, as he blacks out once again.

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The next time Harry opens his eyes, he finds himself bound to a chair with thick manacles, which was slowly moving through a.. machine pipe? He didn't even know how else he could word it.

"Fear not, for you are found." A female voice says, startling him once again. As Harry tries to free himself to no avail, the voice continues, "You are home and there is no going back. No one leaves this place, but what is this place?"

'I don't give a shit as long as I get to leave!' Harry thinks to himself, straining against the bindings.

"The answer is.. Sakaar!"

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A/N: That's it for now. Maybe I'll continue this, maybe I won't. This is just a plot bunny, and a good one at that. (It's not mine, so contact Niko_of_the_stars on Reddit if you want to adopt)

Basically, the Vanishing spell. It doesn't just vanish things, it sends them to Sakaar. The realm of the Grandmaster. And Harry, through one accident or another, finds himself in Sakaar.

I chose to use an adult Harry just after the war ended, since I didn't want to use a child Harry.

What do I hope for in this story? Harry is forced to be a fighter, and slowly, he becomes stronger. But he realises that defeating the Champion is no easy task since the champion is usually a volunteer that doesn't want to leave, and only wants to kill people (like Hulk). Eventually, he should decide to free the Sakaarans from the Grandmaster's rule.

Maybe he'll run away with the other freed slaves when Thor and Loki come, maybe he'll stay there. But either way, I know this story has potential. So please, someone pick this up and send me a link!

Thank you for your support! Tata!