Alright, so I'm going through my Hard Drive looking for older stories that I started but never finished; you know the kind. You have an idea and you start to write it down but you hit a writer's block. You save what you got but you abandon it for later and come back to it later, or at least you intend to. So, what's the story behind this one? Well, do you remember that Force Unleashed/Overwatch story pilot I did that involved Starkiller basically being transported to the Earth in Overwatch after death so he could have a new lease on life? Well, I created two more Overwatch crossover pilot files, one of which being another Star Wars crossover but with a different character, and the second being a Harry Potter one; as you might have read the header, this one is the latter one.

So, what is this going to be all about? I can hear you all salivating for. I think. Drunk Phil is writing this intro here. Well, originally, I was thinking of an adoption tale where X Overwatch character, like Mercy, adopts Harry and raises him. But then I thought that had been done to death in many other various titles including games and anime. So, I started to think of something else. Then it hit me. As you guys all know, I'm a connoisseur of fanfics on this site and I read a lot of them, my favorites list is only a fraction of what I'm actually following. One of the more interesting titles I've come across is called "Heroes Assemble!" by Stargon1 (id: 12307781).

In an over simplified summary of said mentioned story Harry moves on after Hogwarts and starts a new life in NYC roughly around the time that Iron Man takes place in the MCU. Basically, this HP-verse happens to also be inside the MCU. In this fic, he becomes a vigilante who fights with magic. Again, this is an extreme over simplification of the story and I do recommend reading it, it's quite an interesting take on the HP/Avengers crossover fic. Two thumbs up.

So where am I going with this? I thought, why not make Harry a magic using vigilante in the Overwatch universe Post-Hogwarts and gets recruited by Overwatch as Overwatch is starting to reform once more, defying the Petras Act. And thus, this pilot was born.

Rating: T+ for the pilot, unknown if it will remain T+ or escalate to M if a full story is made.

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my laptop and my copy of MS Word. Harry Potter still belongs to JK Rowling and Overwatch belongs to Blizzard. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.

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"Talking."

'Thinking.'

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London, 2076.

Harry James Potter. Man. Myth. Legend. Vagabond. These titles were some that the waning magical community gave the man that once saved the entire world from magical Hitler, whether they knew it or not. Harry was once born in the year 1980, something that he looked on as a time long past, especially as it was 2076. He was ninety-six years old yet still looked and felt like someone in his late teens. Oh, it wasn't something inherent to magic, no, it was something else. Wizards and witches lived much longer lives and magic allows them to keep their physical appearance a lot longer than Muggles would normally without any intervention, allowing for children to be born later in life; like his father was for his grandparents. After many long years of theorizing and speculation, Harry had concluded that with the uniting of the three Deathly Hallows he had become immortal, as he had discovered when he had been splattered by an out of control lorry. He winced in remembrance as regrowing all the decimated bones and muscles and then snapping them into place was sickeningly annoying to deal with. He had ever been shot right in the head once in a botched mugging; he was out for an hour and woke up fully healed in a morgue. He gave the poor old man who was doing an autopsy quite a fright. That was awkward on so many levels for him.

Harry took a drink from the glass of Jack Daniels on the rocks and sighed as he thought about the waning magical world. It was bound to happen. Hermione theorized well over seventy years ago that if new blood wasn't brought in then magic would die out through Squibs. This caused some of the more 'liberal' magical families to start introducing more muggleborn wives or husbands into their families to expand their gene-pool. It worked, for a time that is. The generation that followed his put of Hogwarts was one of the largest in the last century and there was hope that this trend would continue. But it would not. And it would all be because of a little invention called the Internet.

The more the younger generation became connected the fewer students came to Hogwarts as what young person wanted to spend nine months in a dusty, dingy old castle when they could go to day school and spend as much time as they wanted on social media and the like. Why spend nine months of your year in one of the remote places in Britain with little contact with the outside world, forced to keep a secret that you can only tell your immediate family (that being parents and siblings) when you could just not do that? When you could just watch your favorite content providers for hours on end with even more creators that are suggested to you based on what you already watch?

The more the years passed, the fewer muggleborn and half-blooded children came to Hogwarts until all that remained was the massively small pureblood community. Slowly but surely even the pureblood children stopped coming as well. The following year had the smallest class since the school's founding, totaling at five total students. The following year, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry closed its doors for good. Some of the international schools had weathered the storm better, giving options to potential students like day school teaching which would allow them to still remain in contact with their muggle friends and family on a daily basis instead of distancing themselves from them because of school. The only reason that Beauxbatons was still open was because of the sizable French Veela population, a population that Bill and Fleur contributed many children towards, as well as Gabrielle and her husband. Out of all the magical schools, Mahoraho in Japan had seen this trend coming for a long time and had adapted appropriately, giving them one of the largest, consistent student populations in the world.

However, the same could not be said for Britain; despite its long magical history and importance, it was like it was to the muggles who told fantasy tales: just a legend. Harry took another drink and sighed, "What a shame."

"What're you talking about?" the bartender asked as he polished a pint glass.

"Nothing," Harry replied as he swished the whiskey around in his glass. The ice clinking against the side. "Just thinking about current events."

The bartender seemed to know what he was talking about. "Ah. I know the feeling. First, the Shambali is killed right across the square from here; next, there's a second Omnic uprising in Russia? Troubling times, mate. Troubling times."

"Don't I know it," Harry muttered before downing the rest of his glass. "Hey, how much to top off my flask?"

The bartender gave him a none-too-pleased look. "According to the law, I'm not supposed to do that."

Harry pulled out a fifty-pound note and slid it across the bar, but kept his hand on it. "The law doesn't need to know."

The bartender thought long and hard. On one hand, this man was trying to bribe him, but on the other hand, he would get fifty pounds to do whatever he wishes with it. He snatched the note and slipped it into his pocket as quickly as he could move. "I suppose I can do it just this once," he casually said. "So, more whiskey?"

Five minutes later, Harry walked out on the streets of London with a full flask. He walked through the somewhat crowded streets, weaving through the crowd as if he were some kind of ship captain navigating treacherous waters. Eventually, he made his way to the entrance of a long-closed metro entrance. The entrance, if it were just closed for maintenance, would have been cordoned off with a metal fence; but instead, this one was sealed off with a statue and a plaque listing around a hundred names as well as a day listed at the top of the plaque. Harry reached inside his jacket and pulled out three shot glasses and set them on the statue's base; he then filled each of the glasses to the brim. Then he whispered a single, "Incendio," and the shots were lit on fire like a liquor fueled candle.

The three small licks of Fire barely lit up his face. For all intents and purposes, he was still shrouded in darkness. Harry once more glanced at the date on the plaque, that being today fifty years ago. He took the flask and took a large swig from it. "Well, at least I still remember you," he said in fondness. All next to each other were three names, all with the last name of Potter. He stiffened up as he felt eyes on him. "You're either extremely confident or massively stupid for trying to sneak up on me," he declared loud enough that people behind could hear him. "Who are you, and what do you want?"

"We only want to talk," a woman replied, her accent definitely not British. But it was either French or Swiss if he were to make a blind guess.

"Can it wait? I'm having a moment here."

"We're well aware of that. We're sorry for your loss," she said with sincerity. "Unfortunately, no, it cannot wait."

"Oh?"

"There's a plot in motion to assassinate you," a second woman cried out, this time another Brit.

"Oh? And who would that be?" he asked as he turned around.

As he had suspected, there were two women standing around five yards away from him. There was a bit of an age difference between the two women. The younger of the two looked to be in her twenties, mid to late and had black hair cut relatively short. She wore normal, inconspicuous attire except for one thing that stood out, around her chest was a blue glowing device. There was something about her that felt off. She gave off the aura of both being there and not all at the same time; it was like she was some sort of paradoxical event. It was like she was giving off the same kind of energy feel that someone felt near a Time Turner. The woman next to her was older. Physically, he would guess maybe in her thirties, late thirties tops; but something about her eyes told him that she was much older. By how much, he didn't know. She had longer golden blonde hair held in a ponytail and had the facial features of someone who was of Swiss descent (as well of fair hair and skin). The accent made much more sense now, some of the inflections that she made sounded French whereas others more German. Which made sense, the three countries all bordered each other and were neighbors; of course, certain things would cross over as trade and marriage happened over the centuries.

"Talon," the younger of the two replied.

"The terror organization?" Harry asked which shocked the two.

"You've heard of them?" the blonde asked.

Harry shrugged, "You keep your ear to the ground and you're bound to hear things. Like how a certain organization is starting to rebuild itself."

"How did-?" the younger asked right as an explosion came from Harry's head, blood and viscera flying everywhere covering the two women. "Sniper!" she shouted as the two ducked behind the statue. "Damn it! We were too late!" she cursed as her eyes flickered to the limp body in the square.

Shots continued to pot-mark the ground around them. The two then heard one of the most grotesque sounds that they had ever heard. It sounded like wet flesh crawling on the ground. The sniper shots stopped coming as whomever it was that was firing on them saw what they were hearing. The younger woman looked out to see the flesh, blood, and bone that had been thrown about by the sniper slowly making its way towards Harry's head. It was disgustingly fascinating as bone fused back together and flesh mended itself. When it was done, it was like nothing had ever happened. The only proof that it had even happened was the blood-soaked clothing on both the women and Harry.

Harry then sat up with his hands behind him, bracing him as he did. "Ugh, what hit me?" he groaned. "This feels worse than the time I went on that tequila bender in Baja." He turned to the two women who were looking at him with their jaws figuratively on the ground. "Hey, what'd I miss?"

The blonde could only stutter wide-eyed in confusion, "B-b-b-b-but you were dead."

Harry looked around and saw some of his splattered blood from earlier. "Eh, it wouldn't be the first time I've been dead," he shrugged it off as if it wasn't the first time this specific thing happened to him, which it wasn't. The women felt the hairs on the backs of their necks stand on end. There was another cracking sound of a gunshot. But before any of them could move, the slowly spinning rifle round inches away from Harry's outstretched hand. It was like the bullet was in slow motion. "You know, being shot is not pleasant," Harry shouted out towards where the bullet came from. "It would be nice not to be shot." He was answered by eleven more rounds. Each round would come from their hidden shooter's alcove. But the air would ripple a few feet like something hitting water and each of the eleven bullets would stop a few inches from in front of his hand but would all still be spinning slowly. Harry then sighed, "I guess asking nicely isn't going to solve this."

Both women stood there agape. There wasn't a single piece of technology that could be seen. The only thing that they could think of that could stop bullets that quickly was Reinhardt's shield, but this was different. The bullets were still moving but they weren't moving forward, they were just spinning slowly. It was like they were holding there in place.

Harry sighed, but more in annoyance more than anything else. He snapped the fingers on his free hand and the bullets fell to the ground, the copper jacketed rounds clinking on the pavement as he lowered his arm. They then started to shake and vibrate. The copper, full metal jacket rounds then started to deform. The metal moved like a liquid and changed shape and grew from little 7.62mm rounds to copper wolves. What surprised the women more was that these copper wolves moved and breathed like real animals, they even growled like wolves.

There was no sound except for the sounds of growling coming from copper, metal wolves. The sniper, whomever they may be, didn't take another shot out of confusion. Then came a single order, "Hunt."

The wolves snapped to the direction that the shots came from and started running towards the shooter's location, all the while snarling like wolves would. Not a single minute later there was screaming of the blood-curdling variety that came from a man. That told the younger of the two women it wasn't the same assailant that killed the Shambali months earlier.

"So, you know who I am," Harry spoke up in an attempt to distract them from the screams, "who are you?"

"Angela Zeigler," the Swiss uneasily introduced herself.

"Uhh, Lena Oxton," the younger Brit introduced herself nervously. The screaming had stopped.

"So, what did you want with me again?" Harry asked. There was paddling of the metallic variety and one of the copper wolves walked on up to Harry like a trained dog and dropped a patch at his feet. He squatted down, picked it up, and looked it over. He then showed it to the two women, "This belongs to your Talon buddies?" They didn't say a word but nodded like characters caught in an odd situation in a manga or anime would. Harry then turned to the wolf and started petting it like a dog. "Good boy!" he cooed like he would with a puppy. Lena and Angela blanched at that, it was just TOO odd. He then snapped his fingers and the copper wolf morphed back into a 7.62mm bullet that clattered to the ground. "Anyway, back to my original question, what do you want with me?"

"H-how did-?" Lena stuttered.

Harry waved her off, "Matter manipulation. Small stuff. Now, the reason you wanted to talk with me?"

"We, uh, wanted to ask you if you wanted to join Overwatch?" Lena asked uncertainly.

"Despite the fact that it's against international law?" Harry said with a raised eyebrow.

"If you'd just come with us to Gibraltar and hear our current leader out-," Angela said before Harry cut her off.

"You mean the old place? I know where it is," he waved nonchalantly. "If it REALLY means that much to you, I'll meet you there."

"It would be safer if-," Lena started to say, but before she could finish her sentence Harry disappeared with a soft bang, "-we went together," she finished. "What just happened?" She looked to Angela who looked pensive. "You know something, don't you?" Lena accused her colleague.

Angela paused and thought over her words carefully. "I had a suspicion of who he is, but… it's impossible. The man I'm thinking of should be MUCH older than the young man we saw," she replied.

"Perhaps he's his son?"

"Unlikely. But it's also unlikely that this is also the same person."

"You're not making any sense."

"I know I'm not, but..."

"Maybe we'll learn what's going on in Gibraltar?"

The two women started to walk away but felt like there were eyes watching them. As they were being watched by the very person they were talking about on a rooftop outside of their field of view. He looked down at the bound and gagged Talon agent and knelt down so that they looked each other in the eye. "Now, I believe you're going to tell me how you found out about me," Harry said. The man mumbled something through the gag that sounded something similar to 'I won't tell you a thing'. "Oh, but that's where you're wrong," Harry said ominously. "You see, you don't need to say a single word," he made sure to slowly emphasize the last two words as he flicked his wrist to summon his hidden wand, the Elder Wand. He pointed it at the center of the man's forehead, stared deeply into his eyes and said, "Legilimens."

The agent seized up and screaming started to come from the man's gagged mouth. A few, very long, minutes later the screaming stopped and a brain-dead terrorist slumped to the ground. "Well, this is interesting," Harry commented to no one before apparating away.

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Watchpoint Gibraltar. The next day.

Harry appeared with a soft popping sound near the entrance of the old Overwatch base which had, until recently, been abandoned outside of a small Omnic maintenance crew who did little more than keeping the property from becoming an eyesore to those who looked at it. Harry though, he didn't apparate outside the gate, no, he apparated inside the base itself, causing quite a stir as alarms went off. Soon enough various… characters appeared to confront him.

A knight in power armor with a rocket propelled hammer, a young Korean woman (the MEKA emblem gave it away) in one of those mechs he had heard about, a cowboy with a cigar, a dwarf with a robotic claw and eye patch, Angela, Lena, and a gorilla. The gorilla was the one that surprised him the most, primarily because it shouted orders as they all rushed him.

"Well, this is quite the welcome wagon," Harry commented. "I feel as though I should have brought something. Coleslaw maybe? Nah, beer. Beer is always the answer."

"What's with the getup?" the cowboy asked, his hand on his revolver.

"Getup? Have you never seen Blade Runner?" That got him nothing. "Oh, come on! Classic 80's movie starring Harrison Ford? Classified as a sci-fi cult classic in the realm of cyberpunk?" Once more, more blank stares. "Uncultured, that's what you are. Not knowing the classics," Harry scoffed in the same way that Draco had once done so many times to him years ago. "Being uncultured aside, do you want to take this to a conference room or something? I mean, you did want me to come all this way."

There was a moment of silence before the gorilla spoke, "Uh, I think that would be best, this way." They started to walk towards the main structure, Harry and the gorilla at the front of the pack. "I'm Winston, by the way," he greeted. "Your arrival was…"

"Unexpected? Yeah, I have a tendency to do that."

It took a few minutes, but they arrived at and entered an auditorium that was akin to a planetarium. "Please, have a seat anywhere," Winston gestured to the seats in the hall. Harry took one a few rows from the front and propped his feet up on the row in front of him. "I suppose you want to know why I asked you to be brought here?"

"It's on the top ten list," Harry casually replied.

Winston cleared his throat somewhat uncomfortably, primarily based on his response. "Well, I wanted to extend the opportunity to make a difference in the world-."

"Spare me the sales pitch, why do you want me specifically?" Harry interrupted.

This time Winston was really caught off guard as he was ready to give him the entire speech as to why he should become a member of the revived Overwatch. "I, uh, ahem." He skipped forward in his notes, pushing up his glasses as he did so. "The former Overwatch records show that a man with your appearance gave assistance during the Omnic Crisis years ago. However, Angela thinks that this is impossible due to the fact that you look the same as that person did years ago."

Harry looked back to see Angela sitting a few rows back. Pretty much everyone who had been at the gate to 'greet' him were there; well minus gear that was obtrusive like the Korean girl's mech. He studied the Swiss woman more and something clicked. "Oh yeah!" he snapped his fingers in realization. "I knew you seemed familiar!"

"So, you are him," Winston stated.

"I guess it depends on who you think I am," Harry still remained very elusive.

"Harry Potter," Angela replied.

"That's a name I haven't heard in a long time," Harry answered in his best Alec Guinness impression. The accent was spot on, but the air of an old, wizened man who had decades of wisdom wasn't. After all, he was a child at heart.

"Yes, well, your assistance would be invaluable in keeping the world safe," Winston said.

"Eh, not interested," Harry shrugged in dismissal.

This left the occupants in the room flabbergasted. "But the world could always use more heroes," Lena pleaded from the back.

Harry only chuckled in a way that sounded like scoffing. "I've been a 'hero' far longer than any of you have been alive." He made sure to put 'hero' in finger quotes.

They all picked up on the 'longer than any of you have been alive' part. Especially Reinhardt as he was the oldest person in the room by physical age alone. "But you saved so many people, you could do so again," Angela chimed in.

"That's because robotic assholes were trying to kill me. I only returned the favor." Harry sighed, "Listen, I only came here because I needed something to alleviate the boring life I have."

"Boring?" the Korean asked.

"Trust me. I've tried being an author, it was fun for a time. I tried designing video games, it was too cutthroat competitive for me. Wrote and directed a TV pilot, it never panned out; I think some test footage is still floating around on the internet. Tried being a naturalist, living off the land and all that; that sort of fell apart with expansion and all that. I've wandered the world, there's not much else in the world I haven't seen, and that's saying a lot." His eyes trailed towards the corner of the room and saw something. Something familiar. "Oh, bloody hell."

"What is it?" Winston asked, more out of curiosity than anything else. After all, Harry's outburst was uncalled for and unexpected.

"Her."

"Her? Who is 'her'?"

A shadow seemed to stretch from the corner which rose from the ground to take the shape of a little girl wearing what looked like it was goth inspired. The pale skin and the pitch-black hair definitely gave that aura off. But the most unsettling thing about her appearance was the eyes, her red eyes glowed with power that sent shivers down everyone's spine. "She is her," Harry gestured, still not making any sense to those in the room.

"And she is?"

"Death, with a capital D I might add."

The cowboy scoffed. "You seriously want us to believe that this little girl is Death?" he laughed. The girl turned to look at him and his laughter slowly died off in one of those uncomfortable decrescendo moments.

"What do you want?" Harry addressed her. There was absolute silence as there appeared to be an unspoken conversation going on between them. "You know I'm not going to do it, nor do I want to." She stared at him. "Well, you know as well as I do that I don't want to fight anymore. Is it too much to ask for an old man to have some time to himself?" She cocked her head to the side. "I don't see why that matters, people cross all the damn time." She looked more annoyed. "You realize that your problems are not mine." She then smirked with an evil grin that everyone felt unsettled by, Harry included. "Oh, hell no! You are not sending that Jamaican pile of bones to keep me in line." She cocked her head to the side, still keeping that evil grin. "Because he's annoying! Always going on about limbo this and limbo that WHILE in Limbo! And don't get me started on those two kids he found himself indebted to because he couldn't keep himself from getting too cocky on reaping the soul of a hamster. A HAMSTER!" Harry then paused at whatever he was going to say next when he saw the outright mischievous grin that she had. "Oh, hell no! You wouldn't dare!" She gave him a look of 'try me'. "Fine, I'll do it." That seemed to satisfy Death and she faded back into the shadows.

There was silence once more until the cowboy asked, "What in the Sam Hell was that about?"

"Well that, Senor Cowpoke-."

"McCree," he interrupted.

"Senor McCree," Harry corrected himself, although he didn't care, "is what maneuvering out of a bad deal with Death looks like."

"And what was the other side she was offering," Winston asked.

"Insinuating that I would have to take the place of one of her first Reapers who happens to be in a very one-sided Master-Slave relationship with two kids, one of which is a cold-hearted demon child with delusions of world domination and the other is dumber than a doornail to the point where it has been speculated that he has no brain." Harry shivered at the possibility of taking poor Grim's place. Those kids were truly something else. Had he never had kids he would have sworn them off after seeing that duo of terror. "The only way out of it was to be here and prevent more death which causes her more paperwork which would annoy her, which prevents me from having a headache."

"So, you'll join us?"

Harry sighed. "Yeah, I am. Just be prepared for weird things." McCree gave him a look of 'There's a talking gorilla before you and that's not weird?' "I mean weird in the sense of warping reality as you know it. Mind bending stuff."

"Well, then. You met Angela," Winston gestured to the blonde.

"You may call me Mercy in the field," she said in her very attractive accent. "I specialize in battlefield medicine."

"And that beside her is Lena, whom you also met in London."

"I'm Tracer! Well, in the field that is. You can call me either, I answer to both!" she replied chipperly with a salute.

"The 'cowpoke' as you called him, is Jesse McCree," Winston pointed to the man with the ten-gallon hat and general Western attire that you'd associate with a cowboy.

"Just call me McCree," he added.

"The young woman that you saw in the MEKA mech is Hana Song," Winston gestured to the twenty-something wearing a very skin tight suit reminiscent of the suits worn in Neon Genesis Evangelion. That being that they accentuated the breasts or pecs depending on the sex, the hips on women more prominently, the wearer's rear, and the stomachs showing abs. In essence, it was a body glove that allowed the wearer to quickly escape a doomed MEKA craft without any clothing that would be considered standard BDUs for foot soldiers to be caught on anything. Harry supposed that it was part over-sexualization for both sexes while at the same time preventing preventable deaths by stupid accidents, like a belt loop getting caught preventing your escape. So, it was a bit of a tradeoff.

"I'm D. Va. Although you've probably heard of me; I am a big Starcraft II player," she added with smugness.

"Oh yeah," Harry recounted. "Didn't you get banned from official competitions for cheating or something?"

"I was using macros!" she shouted with indignation, clearly annoyed. "The judges didn't know the difference between using hacks and macros!"

Harry held his hands out in defense from the verbal lashing. "Geez, calm down."

Winston cleared his throat. "Moving on. The man in the power armor and the hammer is Reinhardt," The large German man nodded in acknowledgment. "He specializes in close combat and shielding allies behind his shield."

Reinhardt gave off a laugh that would seem jolly. "Don't worry my friend, for I am your shield!" he said.

"And finally, the last person in our group as of now is Torbjorn. Our mechanic and weapons expert," Winston said as he pointed towards the dwarf with an eyepatch and a robotic claw.

"If you need a weapon, I got it. If I don't have it, I can make it," Torbjorn said with pride.

"Now that we've introduced our little ragtag team, why don't you introduce yourself?" Winston said to Harry.

"My name is Harry Potter, and I'm a wizard," Harry introduced himself. He paused a moment before scowling. "I just realized that this sounded like an AA introduction."

McCree scoffed. "Right, a wizard," he said with air quotes. "So, do you cast spells and raise the dead?" he asked with a laugh.

"You can ask Angela and Lena if you want for proof," Harry shrugged.

The two women paled at remembering the other night. The blood, the gore, the screams. "We can vouch for it," Lena said before Angela could. "He turned common bullets into… animatronic wolves that hunted down the assassin that attempted to kill him, even after he was shot."

"In the head," Angela added with shock at remembering it, particularly what happened after.

That obviously raised some eyebrows. "You were shot, in the head?" Torbjorn asked.

"And it is unpleasant as you think it is," Harry replied.

"But… how?" Reinhardt asked, scratching his beard in confusion.

"Remember that little girl that I called Death?" He nodded. "That 'little girl' is my employer when it concerns Natural Law. She won't let me die until my employment with her is complete."

"And that is?" D. Va asked.

"If she has her way, forever. Which means I can't die." Unsurprisingly, there was silence in the room at those words. "So, what do you say we get down to business, what does this new Overwatch do?"

To be continued…?

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And that's all I have for this time around. This was another of those ideas that were sitting on my HHD for forever that I finally got around to writing it. Part of it was I had no idea whether I wanted to go the Overwatch character adoption route (that is, Harry is adopted by an Overwatch character) that everyone likes to do (and that isn't exclusive to Overwatch at all); I'm not knocking on it, but there seems to be a bit of an oversaturation of them and wanted to attempt to take this in another direction.

So, a couple of things to note in this chapter. First is that everyone who is involved with Overwatch (the faction) is not all there yet. Genji, Hanzo, Pharah, Bastion, Zenyatta, Lucio, Soldier 76, Ana, and Mei have not appeared in this fic (as well as the Talon faction members) and that is intentional. The primary reason is that it shows that Winston and Tracer have gotten a few key members, both old and new, in on this crazy, illegal thing. These remaining characters, especially Hanzo, Bastion, and Lucio could be swayed in either direction of Overwatch or Talon depending on the circumstances that I place the scenario in, especially Bastion as he's a robot who's just really gained his first moments of true intelligence rather than relying on his base programming; he's a blank slate. And Junkrat and Roadhog are two wild cards. This opens recruitment missions and stories surrounding those recruitment missions, leaving me plenty of room to work with should I continue this. I mean, if everyone who's signed up for Overwatch is there, what sort of story would I write? I mean Blizzard hasn't really done much in the present of Overwatch's story, only its past.

The second is the inevitable asking of a pairing. It happens and I'm going to leave it right now as I'm contending with D. Va, Mei, or Mercy as potential pairings (remember I primarily do 1v1 pairings, not harems unless the situation calls for it; I'm looking at you ecchi, harem anime). As for actual sexual content, aka smut, no clue at this point. But for now, you can all speculate all you want.

The big issue is what the overall conflict is going to be. Let's look at the greats: Star Wars is about Rebels fighting tooth and nail against an evil Empire of both good and bad people alike (IE: the ideologues and the people just doing their jobs), Lord of the Rings is getting the Ring to Mordor to defeat Sauron. Halo is defeating the Covenant and later teaming up with them to fight the Flood, every slice of life anime is yelling at the obvious main character to pick the Best Girl already, etc. What's the main conflict of Overwatch? What is the big conclusion everyone is working for? I and many others have no fricken clue. I mean, fighting Talon and rogue Omnics, but what else? Blizzard sure hasn't gone forth and given us a clear ending to Overwatch so it's going to be hard for me to do the same. Me, a guy on the internet doing this as a hobby versus Blizzard who are getting paid to write and design games.

So, where does that leave us and this story? Well, it's a pilot, duh. I won't really be able to do anything with this story until Blizzard reveals even more about the world of Overwatch (a year after the game's release). I could theoretically write recruitment missions where Harry is included as a member for each of the known Overwatch members that join, but then I'd have to stop since I'd really have nothing else to work off of.

But anyway, what did you guys think? Did you like it? Let me know down in the reviews. If you guys feel so inclined to help a guy out, I have a link in my profile for Loot Crate where you can save $5 on a subscription which gives me $5 for my next order as well by using that link. Wow, I sort of feel dirty for the shilling. But seriously though, let me know what you thought about this pilot. Do you have suggestions on how this could possibly continue (I'm asking you mysterious guest who has good reviews)?

That's all I have for now, hopefully, I'll see you all next time!