The Second Phoenix

by Zinnyzin

In order to free a fragment of its infinite self, the Phoenix creates another Phoenix Egg and it chooses Harry as its host. Too bad another old man tried to interfere with its duty.

I own nothing relating to any series, including Harry Potter, Marvel and any other series I might mention.

This will be a mixture of series and universes, including X-Men Evolutions, Earth's Mightiest Heroes, Earth-616 and Earth-1610. There are likely going to be others added in as well, but those are the primary ones.

Based on my own challenge.

"Speaking normally."

"Speaking in a non-English language."

~Telepathic communication.~

'Thinking to oneself.'

[Cosmic Messages.]

The Second Phoenix

Chapter 1

Harry kept from crying out as a belt dug into his back, tearing open a patch of flesh as Vernon dragged it across his back quickly as it hit.

He had long since lost count of the number of times he had been assaulted by Vernon in the past five years. It was at least once a day, more on days where Vernon was in a bad mood. The only times he got a reprieve was holidays, they considered it their gift to him. And it didn't do anything to stop Dudley from hitting him whenever he didn't get whatever present he wanted or got the wrong one.

But the punishments had gotten worse recently, whenever he got a letter addressed to him that had his full name - which was Hardwin James Potter apparently, not just Harry Potter - the 'room' he was staying in and the address to the house. His relatives blamed him for the 'other freaks' finding them and doubled down on the beating, both hitting him for longer and more often.

He was glad he healed fast, though the fact he did seemed to give the Dursleys a hard-on for beating him. Broken bones would be mostly healed overnight, though they took longer to heal the more breaks there were, lacerations were healed over in a matter of minutes to hours, depending on how much blood he had lost and he never bruised. Though he gained scars, even those cleared up after a few days.

He used to wonder why the Dursleys hated him so much, why they thought he was a freak. Now he just didn't care. No matter what he did, they were going to beat him.

If he did better at school than Dudley, he got beat and told not to. The school called about his bad grades, he got beat and told to do better. If he dropped a soapy skillet in the sink, he got beat and told not to. If he cooked food wrong, or didn't clean fast enough or if he sneezed or his stomach growled, he got beat. He couldn't do anything right, according to them.

They were going to kill him soon. Maybe not right away, they wanted to make him suffer. He could tell from their actions. It was pretty obvious with how they hit him. And now they were angrier than ever. Even now, the beating got harsher, more bloodthirsty and vicious. He wasn't going to last much longer. Hours, maybe minutes. He could feel it now, like a pulsing in his head.

Vernon had taken him to the basement before they started beating on him today. There was plastic and tarp everywhere. He hadn't said anything before stuffing a rag into his mouth and tying him to the ceiling with rope.

There were tools set up on a table off to the side, some already coated in his old blood. A basin of water was underneath him, catching most of the blood that dripped off of him.

He had been at Vernon's mercy for most of the day and a lot of the early wounds had mostly healed but he had lost a lot of blood as he was beaten. And yet not once did he cry out, which seemed to both please and anger Vernon.

Harry wasn't resigned to his fate. He wasn't even eleven yet, how could he be? But there was nothing he could do to protect himself, there never had been. He had tried to get help from police, teachers and everyone else he could think of but either nothing happened or he was called a liar and beaten by Vernon worse than ever.

He heard the clink of metal against the ground but he didn't even have the energy or will left in him to lift his head and look at what Vernon was exchanging the belt for. His head pounded worse than ever as he forced himself not to cry out, feeling a sharp tool dig into his lower back shortly before he lost all feeling in his legs. But even then, he couldn't stop the tears from falling, mixing with the blood that covered his cheeks.

"Nothing but a no good freak," Vernon snarled. "Not worth anything. Best to get rid of you before the other freaks come and get you."

His uncle laughed, wiggling the sharp instrument in his back and making him whimper from the pain, "I've got to say though! We've been getting five-hundred pounds a week to pay for all the things you mooch off of us. And we pay maybe ten pounds for you a month! You haven't been a burden at all!"

Vernon laughed again before another sharp pain split Harry's back, a short gasping grunt escaping him as the blade was twisted. "It's a shame we won't be able to get more out of you, with those freaks coming to get you. We don't want to deal with your kind any more than we want to deal with you, so I have to get rid of you."

He snorted, "Of course, I would have eventually anyway. That bitch of a mother you have put a curse on me not long after me and sweet Pet knew Dudley was coming along."

Another sharp, piercing pain and Harry couldn't even stop himself from crying out, the pounding in his only growing worse. It felt like his head was about to pop like a balloon now and he couldn't tell what was worse, the metal digging against his bones and flesh or his head.

"So what if I tried to force myself on her," Vernon snarled. "She should've been honored to be with a normal man like me and not a freak like your father! And then she had a freak son with a freak husband!"

Harry didn't need to see his face in order to know it was puce colored by now but he could hardly think at all, let alone about the color of Vernons face. He was in too much pain and, while the numbness in his lower body was going away, his vision was going dark. Even he knew that wasn't a good sign.

There was a short pause between attacks when Vernon did something he couldn't see before he sighed, "Looks like it's getting late. I can't have fun down here all night. Marge is visiting and I said I'd give Ripper something to chew on… Might as well be what's left of you."

Harry couldn't stop the tears from flowing. He didn't want it to end like this, he didn't want to die and for his body to become a chew toy for a dog.

Suddenly, the pressure in Harry's head snapped and he started to scream. Though the pressure in his head was gone, the pain was infinitely worse. It was like a thousand voices were talking all at once and he could feel every inch of the room he was in at the same time.

Vernon might've said something but, with all the noise he heard, he couldn't be sure. As the pain increased, so did his screaming and suddenly the ceiling gave out.

Unbeknownst to him, Harry curled up in midair, hands squeezing his skull as if trying to keep his head together.

As he screamed, ripples of energy started to pulse out of him. It started as a radar of sorts, the force released not even enough to push a fly before it started to gain in power and both the wooden beam that held him in the air and his uncle broke. Even then, the pain didn't stop or go away, it just got worse.

His flesh started to knit itself back together faster than ever, repairing all of the damage that had been done to him over the day and pulling in everything that was needed in order to repair the damage caused by neglect, parts of everything around him coming apart and combining with his body. That made the pain worse, if anything, feeling things tear through his flesh despite the agony in his head.

The energy he radiated continued to climb, the ceiling above him breaking bringing the floor above him down. And it continued still, pushing the basement wall out and the house up until it all started to break before it expanded upwards into the sky and the surrounding houses.

As the energy made contact with the houses around him, they started to break apart as well, being pushed over before they broke from the force exerted on them.

Harry now floated a few feet off the bottom of a crater that used to be Four Privet Drive, the crater forming around him as dirt and parts of what used to be the house - Dudley and Petunia were still inside when it collapsed, though he wouldn't find that out for a while yet - was pushing outwards and down.

After what felt like hours of screaming, Harry finally passed out.

The entirety of Privet Drive was little more than a crater, with no less than six people having died before the residents evacuated. Power lines had been cut, fires had started, water had been cut off and Privet Drive looked as if a meteor had struck directly on what used to be the house of 'those kind Dursleys and their trouble-making nephew'.

~Z~

In a castle in the middle of Northern Scotland, a phoenix perked its head up in excitement.

Nearly ten years back It had been fragmented and its consciousness removed from Its host, bound to an elderly man, forced to do his bidding. The majority of Its power was still inside its host, sealed along with most of their own power.

Now though, the fiery bird could feel that power break free, the seals shattering in a moment of desperation. With a sharp cry, It built up its will and, at the risk of losing memories or even a part of what It was, It broke the forced bond between It and the elder man.

In breaking the bond, It burst into flames so powerful that the magic that protected the room burned away, slagging stone and metal alike, as well as incinerating everything else in the room.

The magic that protected the castle was much harder to break, enough to where the castle had come to life. With most of its power sealed away elsewhere, It couldn't even attempt to destroy the wards. Not that It would, with the number of innocent lives in the castle.

As soon as the bond was broken, It flamed out of the castle, appearing next to the young boy that held the rest of Its power. It was unaffected by the destruction he wrought, starting to chirp a soft melody from the boy's earliest memories that helped him calm down when he was an infant.

The song started to take effect immediately, the waves of power, a mixture of psionic and magic, slowing and weakening with each pulse until they were little more than a ripple from a thrown pebble into an ocean.

With the boy calm enough, It came way closer and turned into flames before It wrapped around him and became one, in as true a sense as it had with a young girl halfway across the world. As the boy slept, It started to use both its own power and the boys to make the two of them nigh-inseparable, as well as more rapidly repairing the damage done to his body and mind.

In repairing its host, It burned away the soul shard stuck in its head and more smoothly repaired the damage done to his body from abuse and malnutrition, tearing apart the scrap he had created into their base elements and using them to fix the damage that had been done.

With how much food there used to be in the destroyed homes, repairing his body with ease. And, with the amount of clothing there was everywhere, It was able to make basic clothes for him that actually fit. It primarily used cotton to make the clothes, though it did make new elastic by tearing apart tires and other bits of rubber here and there for the waistband to his underwear.

Once the visuals were done, It connected to the boy's magic where it burned away at the corruption and seals that confined, drained and twisted it against him. It burned the magic that was not his own, the fusion of magic and psionic energies connecting to the items that harmed its own and incinerating them.

It did that with no small amount of glee, relishing in the darker emotions It had gained from previous hosts. Though it held back to prevent its emotions from affecting its host, It poured more power than necessary into the burning power, causing the items that hindered Its host to explode in a blaze of both magic and psionic fire. The explosion of fire subsequently burned down the Dumbledore family manor as if a force more powerful than fiendfyre, which It most certainly was, was set on the home.

The Phoenix Force was a being far older than ancient, It was born in the fire that created the first universe, and thus spawned the multiverse and It would eventually connect to the omniverse in its entirety. It was as much the source magic as it was psionic energy. It was the life that was not yet born; creation and destruction at its most pure. Without the tiniest spark of magic or mental energy, life would not exist.

It was not meant to have two hosts in a singular universe but, with Its incarnation sealed within Jean Grey's mind, It had spawned a new Egg so it could hatch a new incarnation and free Its other self. But It could not roam free in a universe for long, nor could It visit a planet without a host because of the risk of destroying both. That was the greatest limitation It had. So It chose a host in Harry.

It wasn't aware Harry even existed at first, It was not all knowing or even close to. But the boy's mutation had activated at an incredibly young age due to stress and trauma. Like Jean, he instinctively tried to connect to his mothers mind in an attempt to save her and had nearly been drawn into the afterlife before It intervened and saved him.

Of course, much like Jean Grey, It had been sealed inside of Harry by a meddling old man before it could properly bond with him. It was even fragmented and made into a servant for said old man. But now Harry was Its host; Its perfect host, much like Jean Grey.

Unlike with Jean, It could start guiding the boy once he had recovered. It would help him train in his power and teach him his duties before It had him help Its other host and self. For now though, Harry needed to rest and recover.

~Z~

It started as static throughout the astral plane, pure mindless noise that occasionally occurred whenever an esper slept or one was moving too fast to stay in one mental area for too long.

The members of S.T.R.I.K.E. Psi Division felt it first, a residue of pain lingering within the static. That static quickly turned into a loud hum and it took over an hour to figure out that it was a screaming voice. They were on edge as soon as they had figured it out, and horrified at the possibility that a telepath was being tortured to the extent that they lost all control of their powers.

They started making calls and issuing orders - the noise in the astral plane made it nearly impossible to communicate mind to mind - to go check on confirmed empaths and telepaths and then themselves delved back into the astral plane to search for the source there.

Charles Xavier heard the scream next, as did Jean Grey to a lesser extent, though she heard it clearer.

Charles was worried for two reasons. The first being the telepath in obvious pain and the second being the familiar feel of the mind. So very similar to the source of power he himself had sealed inside his teenage student. He was more worried that the similar feel of the power would break the seals he put in place and cause irrevocable harm to her mind.

Jean Grey was perplexed and more than a little worried. While not as powerful as Charles in the field of telepathy, she had discovered the source of the scream as soon as she had felt it, memories flashing through her mind of a young boy being badly abused and tortured for nearly a decade. She worried for the boy and she was sorely tempted to ask, demanding really, to take the X-Wing to go to the boy and help him.

And then she felt something different. Comforting, like a song a mother might sing to their child when young or sick. It jarred her mind more than the pain the young boy was obviously in and she could feel something inside her stir, even if she couldn't find the source.

Nathaniel Essex, also known as the pseudo-villain Mister Sinister, frowned as he looked up from his current experiment. His attempt to give a normal human the X-gene had been ruined by a ripple in the astral plane. He was only a fledgling telepath at the moment, but it was more than enough to feel that unnatural wave of power.

His crimson eyes narrowed and he brought up the cameras and drones that were stationed around Jean Grey and Scott Summers. Relief flooded him as he noticed it wasn't the result of their copulations. He had lost ten years almost two hundred years back after crossing a rather foul sorceress and he needed to be certain that it hadn't happened again.

His lips then narrowed into a thin line, curiosity filling him. If it wasn't the Grey girl and if it wasn't their child, he had no idea who it could be.

It was very possible that it was another mutant, but with enough power for him to notice from his personal island over eight hundred miles from anywhere else? He had a hard time believing that. But it wasn't impossible and he knew that. There were mutants and mutates - typically mutants with physical alterations as a result of their mutation but the monsters known as the Hulk or the Thing were known mutates - with abilities so far outside the realm of limitations that it wasn't funny.

A few taps on his keyboard later and he set a few drones out towards Europe, taking them from his less important targets and subjects. From what he could tell, the source of the psionic disturbance was powerful, more powerful than Subject Grey. If their genetics were any good, cloning them would provide a better worker than his clone of Subject Grey, Madelyne Pryor. Unlikely but possible.

Once the drones were sent off, he turned back to his test subject, who had died during the moment his attention had been taken away. It was going to be a failure anyway, that type of gene therapy was already dangerous, not to mention that it was turning them into a mutate. Maybe experimenting on a fetus would give better results, they were far more adaptable than an adult.

~Z~

Harry woke up to a rhythmic beeping of a heart rate monitor. Rather than that being the first thing he noticed, the first thing he noticed was that his head was absolutely aching. Even the light that shone through his eyes felt blinding, only making his head hurt worse.

He felt… things attached to him, like thick stickers on his head and chest. Over his chest he felt a loose shirt that went down to his knees and left his back partially exposed. He had actual underwear on, not the nasty, stretched out cast-offs that Dudley grew out of. He even had new socks on, the fabric around his feet and ankles feeling a little loose but, again, not like the old, worn out socks he had on before he passed out.

After a few minutes of agony, his head stopped throbbing so hard and he opened his eyes. Wincing at the pain of the light, he pushed through it and looked around the room.

The walls were a stark, featureless white with only a wall socket here and there and what looked like medical equipment from the few glances he saw on a tv. There weren't any windows and the only door had a bunch of locks on it, all of them being locked from the other side.

Well, he was used to the locked part at least.

Despite his head feeling like he had been hit with a cricket bat - he knew from experience from Dudley's sixth birthday while Vernon held him down - Harry felt great. His limbs all felt better than normal, his joints didn't hurt in the slightest. Neither did his chest or neck. Even his head was starting to feel better.

Reaching up, he rubbed his face and noticed his glasses missing. But his vision was better than he was used to. The glasses Petunia had given him helped a little but they always gave him a headache after a few hours.

He looked around the room a little more before he heard two short dings and a voice sounded out, "Good evening Mister Potter. Glad to see you're awake."

Harry flicked his gaze around the room before he looked up at the ceiling and spotted a speaker inside of it.

"My name is Thomas Lennox and I am a member of a special division of a government-controlled group called Strike." His voice was calm and even, like he was a news anchor reading from a script. "To make sure our records are as accurate as possible, I'm going to ask you a few questions. You're free to respond by either nodding and shaking your head or by speaking. Do you understand?"

Harry nodded slowly.

"Good," Thomas said after a short delay. "Now, your name is Hardwin James Potter, correct?"

Harry frowned, "Um… I'm just Harry Potter, sir."

There was another delay, longer this time, before the man spoke again, "According to your birth certificate, your name is Hardwin James Potter, son of James Charlus Potter and Lily Jane Evans. Is this correct?"

Harry hesitated, glancing around the room nervously, his hands shooting behind his back, wringing them together, "I don't know, sir. I didn't know my parents."

The pause was shorter this time before the man responded, "Quite alright, no one is angry at you, nor is anyone going to blame you. We know that to be correct, as Petunia was your mothers adoptive sister…"

"Give us a moment," another person said through the speaker, a softer but still male voice.

Harry nodded and laid his head back down, closing his eyes while he waited. His head still hurt and the light wasn't helping it very much.

He was drifting off to sleep before the speaker activated again, startling him. And then he heard something like something getting crushed and looked over at the noise. The heart rate monitor looked like someone threw it into a trash compactor and turned it on. It was a third of the size it was before and it clearly didn't work anymore.

Glancing around the room, he saw signs of damage all over the place. Even the bed he was on hadn't been spared, the foldable side rails looking like they were barely hanging on to the bed and the swinging table attached to it was broken off.

So surprised by the sudden destruction around him, which scared him more, he missed what was said.

The second voice spoke again, "Don't worry about the damage, it was expected. My name is Kevin Mulhearn and I work alongside Thomas as a member of Strike. While my college is having a conversation with our superiors, it is my duty to inform you of what has been happening, what is going to happen and where you are currently. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir," Harry said softly, glancing up to the speaker before he looked back around the room.

Kevin spoke the same as Thomas, like he was reading from a script, "At twenty-hundred hours last night, eight o'clock at night, there was a class two psionic event emanating from the neighborhood of Little Whinging. That is, on a scale from one to ten."

Harry nodded. He didn't understand what psionic was but he remembered something happening while he was in the basement.

"Normally a class two event results in property damage and, in some rare cases, physical harm. However, the class two event continued to increase in intensity, eventually manifesting as a class three event. They're quite similar to earthquakes, in that they become exponentially stronger as the number increases. Number Four Privet Drive and up to a fourth of the yards surrounding the home were destroyed during this manifestation of power.

"Less than twenty minutes later, the psionic event was upgraded into a class four and the majority of Privet Drive and parts of surrounding roads were destroyed. There were fears that it would keep increasing until a different psionic event appeared within feet of the first and unleashed… a wave of peace-based psionic energy radiated across most of the city, bringing total anger and stress down by an estimated thirteen percent, more the closer to the source of the secondary psionic the person was.

"Do you have any recollection of these events, Harry?" Kevin concluded with a question and Harry could feel the man looking at him. Literally.

Harry looked around the room again as he spoke, "No sir. All I remember is my uncle hitting me and… pain. A lot of pain." His head tilted to the side as he thought back, even as he looked at a spot in the corner of the room. "And a song? Like a woman and a bird singing to me."

There was another moment of silence before Kevin spoke again, "Are you aware of what I mean when I say psionic or psionic energy?"

Harry shook his head, forcing himself to remain calm. He didn't think these people were anything like the Dursleys but he didn't want to risk being hurt or yelled at for any reason.

"Psionic energy is, in essence, mental power. All lifeforms have at least a minimal amount of psionic energy, which allows them to think to varying degrees. It is called psionic energy when there is an excess of it due to genetic alterations, evolution or mutations. That excess of energy can be used in a variety of ways but is mainly used in telepathy and telekinesis. Do you understand?"

Harry blinked twice, "It's… brain power?"

"In the most literal sense, yes." Kevin replied, though Harry thought he could hear chuckling in the background.

"As for why you are here," he continued, unbothered. "You were found at the epicenter of the event and preliminary testing concluded that you are an esper, a person with the ability to utilize psionic energy. Because of your untrained powers, you are currently in an underground facility that has been surrounded with psi-shielding to prevent your telepathic powers from accidentally taking knowledge or harming others.

"We will be sending our most skilled telepath to visit you once we have your lab results back, to help you gain a semblance of control over your telepathic powers and to study what other abilities you may have. After we have ensured you won't accidentally harm anyone else, we will allow you to leave the facility. Is that understood?"

Harry continued to stare at the corner of the room, looking at the small camera that they were looking at him through. He wasn't sure how he knew it was there or how he knew they were looking at him through that one, especially considering there was another one in the corner behind him. He could also tell that Kevin wasn't lying and he wasn't sure how he knew that either.

At least his head stopped hurting, "Yes sir, I understand."

"Good," Kevin said. "Just rest for now. If you need anything, like the bathroom or food, there is a remote on the wall behind you. Press the button that says 'nurse' and either one of my coworkers or myself will respond and assist you."

Harry nodded, "Thank you sir."

A new voice spoke, this one decidedly feminine, "One question before we leave you alone for the moment. How did you know where the camera was? It should be too small to see."

He tilted his head to the side a little, thinking, "Um… I just sorta knew? I can feel you looking at me through it, I don't know how though."

There was a couple minutes of silence before the woman spoke again, "Thank you for your honesty Harry. It's likely a facet of your newfound abilities, which we will put in your file."

Harry blinked and turned towards the camera behind him. They switched views to watch him. Since it was an awkward angle, he looked away from it and laid back down.

He didn't know how long he was left alone but he fell back asleep before it was interrupted by a knock on the door. He wasn't startled like with the speaker but he still jerked awake.

A blonde haired, blue eyed woman walked into the room, giving him the friendliest smile he had ever seen. He blushed a little bit before she spoke, she was really rather pretty.

"Hi!" She said with a fair bit of cheer. "My name is Betsy Braddock and I'll be teaching you a modicum of control over your powers. Your telepathy, at least. I'm not a telekinetic so one of my coworkers will be working with you on that."

Harry nodded and winced the longer he looked at her, causing her to frown.

"My my, that's quite the amount of power…" she turned to the camera behind him, "Tommy, I'm going to need the backup protection… and breakfast for us both."

She turned back to him and smiled again, "Okay so there are a few ways to teach you about how to control your powers. Your way might not be the way I do it but I'm going to go over every method I know and hope we find one that works for you."

~Z~

Harry didn't know how long they conversed but they stopped using their mouths at some point.

The backup protection she talked about was a computer tower-sized block that Betsy connected to her head with some diodes that made their conversation fuzzy but prevented him from accidentally taking memories from her mind.

Breakfast came and went and they were nearly to dinner before she called it quits for the night. He had, on top of his 'considerable mental fortitude', a talent in the mind arts. But, considering they had only been at it for a matter of hours - time didn't flow the same in the Astral Plane so it felt like it was both just a few minutes and a week - his defenses weren't all that advanced. He had done the equivalent of putting up a plaster wall around what he wanted to keep secret, which couldn't keep any telepath of average strength out, only slow them down a little.

His best method of defending himself ended up being making his mind a 'domain'. He could turn his mindscape into anything and use it to protect himself. From a fortress to a Death Star or even to Xenomorphs, nothing was off limits. So long as he kept it to his mind and didn't try to infect the astral plane with them.

He still had very little control over his abilities but they had at least started working on it. It had taken over two hours before he was able to manifest his telekinetic power. It was completely invisible, with no signs that he was doing anything but his concentration.

Once he had it manifested, they taught him to extend his power and push it into different shapes, starting with a hand, which he was supposed to use like a normal hand. He didn't pass the egg test though, in which he was given a raw egg still in its shell and made to hold it with his telekinesis while having a mental conversation or working on his defenses. But he kept dropping the egg or, more commonly, crushing it.

After a couple weeks, he had converted his mindscape into a combination of Privet Drive and a biodome. It wasn't the best in the way of defenses but he picked up what he learned like nobody's business.

Other than teaching him how to use his abilities, the members of S.T.R.I.K.E.'s Psi Division - he had taken the name from Alison Doubles mind when she looked at him in shock the first time they had met face to face, lowering her mental defenses enough for him to steal some information by accident - went over his last few years of schooling, allowing him to do his best rather than being forced to do terribly.

It was just a few days before September when there was an incident though, and not one his fault.

~Z~

Despite having learned protocols, Harry was still a little freaked out when he heard a loud whirring noise one morning before gunshots rang out.

He quickly hopped off his bed, running over to the wall and pressing the alarm button, waiting three seconds for a hole in the wall to open. Running through it, he slammed his hand on the emergency close button before running to the end of the hall.

Because it was an emergency that required the use of the turret in the hallway outside his room, he used the stairs rather than the elevator. He was on the bottom floor and the ground floor was four or five flights above him. He really wished he could use the elevator.

He didn't exit the stairwell rushing ahead, he had been taught that it was a good way for a person to get killed in a crisis situation. Instead, he hid behind the door, focusing his telepathic senses to two effects. The first one was a form of scrying, giving him a layout of the first floor and telling him how many people were there while the second connected his mind to one of the intruders.

While not skilled at it, this was the first time he tried in fact, he linked senses with the other man as he started to sort through his recent memories. He got an intense headache before he shut off the connection, almost falling to the ground as he grasped at his head. It wasn't so much the memory-copying that hurt but linking their senses that made his head throb.

The headache died down quickly, which allowed Harry a moment to sort through the stolen memories. The man's name was Arthur Weasley and he was here on a mission with a group called The Order of the Phoenix. Harry wasn't sure why that name made him angry, nor why the name Albus Dumbledore brought out a worse reaction from him.

He took several slow, calming breaths. His powers were tied to his emotions. The worse he felt, the more out of control his powers became.

Shaking his head and quickly ensuring he was still safe - He really had to thank Alison for teaching him the pulse technique, allowing him to throw out threads of telekinetic power sort-of like echolocation - he went back to sorting through the memories.

Arthur was here to… rescue him? According to Dumbledore, he had been kidnapped by a rogue branch of the muggle government and his relatives killed in some sort of explosion. Harry didn't have to take a guess to know that muggle was derogatory, even if Arthur didn't think of it that way. They were people, regardless of whatever other name they were called. He might've had a fascination with all things muggle but Harry could feel that the man looked down on non-magical people for not having any magic.

With him outside of the shielded room, he expanded his telepathy in order to make contact with one of the members of Strike, focusing hard on what he remembered their mental signatures felt like. Filtering through so many people was difficult and his head started to throb again as time went by but eventually he got into contact with Kevin.

~Harry?~, the man asked, a hint of worry in his message. ~Are you alright? Your room's emergency alarm went off and we're not able to get into contact with anyone on site.~

~I'm fine,~ Harry replied quickly. ~But there's a lot of people that broke in. I got some information from one of them and there's nine of them here.~

He took a look around and threw out more threads that bounced along the stairwell. He was still alone, thankfully, but he also made a simple block of telekinetic power and placed it against the door Arthur was standing in front of, making sure he couldn't get through the door if he tried.

~They're magic,~ Harry said before Kevin could talk to him again. ~Wizards and witches.~ It was hard to believe but not much more than the fact he was a mutant with psionic powers. ~They think I'm one too and that I was kidnapped by a rogue non-magical government group to be experimented on.~

~I see,~ Kevin messaged back, his tone slightly hesitant. ~We speculated that you were that Harry Potter, but we didn't have any proof and none of the magicals on the government's payroll knew what you looked like.~

Harry blinked. Then he blinked again. ~I'm a mutant and a wizard?~

~All of our tests have proven that, yes. We were going to tell you once you had enough training with your powers. We didn't want to overwhelm you with too much information all at once.~

Harry nodded. They had been telling him that for a couple months now and Alison had all but adopted him into her family. There were legal hoops to jump through and they were taking a long time even for bureaucracy. The only reason he wasn't living in her house at the moment was because he still didn't have great control over his telepathy and his control only worsened the more emotional he got. But, because he was a ward of the country at the moment and they were government officials, they were taking care of him.

He still didn't know what it was that they did other than teach him to use his powers. He knew that they were members of a group called Strike but he didn't know what the group did other than help him.

His head snapped towards the stairwell heading downwards. Someone, he suspected Albus Dumbledore since Arthur thought of him as the leader, had come up the same way he had left the room, which shouldn't have been possible until the system reset. Biting his lip, he removed his telekinetic construct blocking the door and started to make his way up the stairs again, climbing as fast as he could without risking tripping.

After going up to the third floor, he exited the stairwell and placed a telekinetic block in front of the door to keep it from opening. He wasn't stupid enough to believe that the other person in the stairwell didn't hear him rushing.

~When are you going to get here? I'm being chased!~ Harry practically shouted in his message to Kevin, his panic and rush to get the message out causing the few people around him to cringe from sudden headaches.

~We're inbound, ETA is ten minutes.~ Kevin sounded unusually grim. ~Until we arrive, do whatever it takes to protect yourself. Hostile force is authorized.~

Harry gulped hard. He didn't remember what happened with the Dursleys, the only exception being the fear he felt before his mutation activated. He killed them, sure, but it was from an uncontrolled emotional and survival-based psychic event where his powers activated off of pure instinct and the need to protect himself. His mentors said that he blocked the event out of his mind due to the trauma and it would be some time before they would work with him to unblock those memories.

~Affirmative,~ Harry replied. As much as he didn't want to, he had learned his lesson from the Dursleys. When he was around people that wanted to harm him, either mentally or physically, he had to look out for himself.

He took a look around the office and found himself confused. He was a kid without a guide with him and no one was taking a second glance at him. Or even a first glance. ~Something weird's going on. No one is paying attention to me.~

~Given that they're magicals, they might be using a spell to make people not pay attention to magicals. Some kind of don't notice me spell, most likely. I'll be fine but I'll need to focus to keep it from affecting the troops.~

Harry mentally nodded again as their connection cut off. He reinforced the door to the stairwell before he ran over to the elevator. He waited a moment after pressing the button, hiding just out of view of the stairs. The elevator was empty when it opened and he got on. Since the lower levels had people in them, he hit a button for one of the higher floors and then held down the close doors button.

He winced as the telekinetic brace he set broke from excessive force. That was one of the downsides of setting up remote telekinesis, it wasn't as sturdy as when you didn't focus on it. And the backlash was painful, at least for him. Apparently it'd get better once he had more training

As the elevator started to go up, he used his telekinesis to open the top of the elevator and raise himself up. He kept an eye on the number as it steadily rose, keeping his senses open for signs of interference or sabotage. He was dealing with a wizard with powers unknown that clearly wanted him under his thumb.

The elevator arrived without issue, however, and he exited without issue. He made his way to the roof access and made his way up, leaving another remote block in front of the doorway.

~ETA is two minutes,~ Kevin's voice sounded in his head.

~Confirmed,~ Harry responded. ~I've made my way to the roof as per protocol. I am currently in the stairwell, several steps from the roof.~

~Hold position there,~ Kevin told him. ~Set up a barrier to the roof, we have reason to believe the magicals are capable of flight and teleportation. Remember, your survival is your top priority.~

Harry gulped, sending a feeling of confirmation to the government agent. He set up barriers across the stairwell, greatly reinforcing the doors. Now it was just a waiting game and his heart was hammering in his chest.

~Z~

The Second Phoenix

Harry Potter/Marvel Crossover

Summary: In order to free a fragment of its infinite self, the Phoenix creates another Phoenix Egg and it chooses Harry as its host.

Requirements:

Harry is a mutant with psionic powers. If it is an ability based on psychic power, he will be capable of doing it. [Done]

Harry's psionic power must be unlocked before his 11th birthday. How this is done is up to the author's discretion. [Done]

Harry must be the Phoenix Host before Voldemort attacks the Potters. [Done]

Whether Harry is also a wizard or not is up to the author's discretion. If Harry is a wizard, he must spend at least one year at Hogwarts. Additionally, if Harry is a wizard, the Phoenix is both the source of all magical and psionic energy. As such, Harry is immune to the corrupting effects of dark magic and low-level curses (up to 4th year). [Done, he is a wizard]

If Harry is a wizard, Jean must slowly gain the ability to access and control magic as the other Phoenix host. [Done]

More than anything, Harry must struggle to contain his burgeoning telepathic powers, constantly reading the thoughts of others around him so long as they have no or weak mental defenses. [Done]

Some time after Harry turns 12, he is recruited by Xavier and Jean Grey to join them in Xavier's school. This does not necessarily mean he becomes an X-Man, just that they will teach him to control his powers. [Accepted]

Due to both Harry and Jean being Phoenix Host, Jean must view Harry as a younger brother or close cousin and Harry must view Jean as an older sister or close cousin. [Accepted]

The Phoenix must work through Harry's power to release the seal on the Phoenix in Jean's mind. [Accepted]

Harry and Jean must work as balancers for each other, keeping each other from turning into the Dark Phoenix or the White Phoenix. The Phoenix is neither good nor bad, it is pure neutrality, only doing what must be done regardless of whoever it harms or kills. [Accepted]

Harry must be willing to do what it takes to protect innocents so long as it doesn't override his role as the Phoenix Host. [Accepted]

If Jean or Harry loses their connection to the Phoenix Force, the other must assimilate it into their own. [Don't know if I'll ever have that happen but it will be done if I do]

Forbidden:

Harry/Jean. (I reserve Jean almost primarily for Scott. I like them as a couple, even with all the challenges they go through.) [Done]

Harry/Scott. (View Above.) [Done]

Harry joining Magento's side. If Harry does become a villain, he must create his own faction. [Done]

Harry having a sliver of Voldemort's soul connected to him. Even without the Phoenix's consciousness in him, its power must burn away that fragment before it ever connects to Harry. [Done]

Recommendation:

Any and all Marvel comics, movies or shows are allowed to be used. [Done]

Harry may be trained by S.T.R.I.K.E. Psi Division to control his powers before he turns 11. [Done]

Harry may have a secondary or even tertiary mutation but what it/they are is up to the author's discretion. If he is not a wizard, I would make them magic-based due to his ancestry. [Rejected]

Harry may join the X-Men but should not be sent on any dangerous missions if he is underage, unless absolutely necessary or to save Jean. [Accepted]

Harry being Bisexual. With a lack of control over his telepathy, Harry will view or copy memories involuntarily from sources around him and, with an inability to separate those from his own, he will find himself much more open and willing to accept new ideas or even having a relationship with the same sex. [Rejected]

Harry creating a new planet in the Sol Star System (Same as Earth) using the Kuiper Belt and Oort Cloud as a location to get materials. It must be considered a 'paradise planet' (what that means is up to the author's discretion) and inhabited by meta-humans only. Meta-humans include but are not limited to: mutates, mutants, Inhumans, human-hybrids and any members of the family of those listed. [Accepted]

The magical community may see Harry as a natural, powerful Legilimens if he is also a wizard. [Accepted]

Evil and/or Manipulative (but not Stupid) Dumbledore plotting Harry's death so that he might take Voldemort down for glory. [Done]

If Dumbledore is Evil and/or Manipulative, Fawkes must be the Phoenix Force's consciousness, ripped out of Harry before its power was magically sealed away. After Harry's psionic powers activate, it must break the seal that kept it in the form of a sentient firebird and reconnect with Harry, breaking the seal on its powers and doing whatever it needs to help its host. [Done]