Standard Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to Harry Potter, The Marvel Cinematic Universe, or any of the other worlds I may or may not include as this story progresses. I am just a writer working on my skills with worlds and characters that I love.

Note: Thank you all for sticking around for part two. I know the first chapter was a repeat of another story, but the end of this chapter is really the point where it changes. I hope this new direction is of interest to you all.

Part Two - Xavier's School

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Headmaster's Office

Albus Dumbledore was having a good day. His mountain of paperwork had been finished at last, Minerva had finally been able to go a full day without disciplining any of the Slytherin students for the first time in decades, (Though that may have been because she was busy most of the day running errands for him), and he had a full bowl of lemon drops with his name on it. Literally, he'd had it stenciled in when he accepted the headmaster's position. All was right with the world… at least until over a dozen very specific devices on his shelves spontaneously caught fire.

Albus sprang into action at once with his wand in hand, spraying water in a torrent until all that remained was hissing ashes. The old man lowered his wand, began to walk forth to examine the ruined items when his door crashed open, revealing the worried, yet stern, face of his deputy headmistress, Minerva McGonagall.

"Albus, what happened? I heard a crash, and is that smoke?" Her eyes were locked on the still sizzling items that had crashed onto the floor from the force of his firefighting actions.

Internally, the aged wizard cursed that he'd insisted his deputy take the office beneath his own. At the time he'd thought it would make it easier for faculty and students to find her, instead of trudging around looking for him. He was too busy to deal with every little inquiry after all.

"It's nothing to worry about Minerva." With a slight pulse of will he added a little extra sparkle to his eyes, hoping it would instill a greater feeling of trust in his words. "I was merely experimenting with a new Alchemic formula, and it went off rather suddenly. As you can see however, I have dealt with the problem."

"Right." The Scotswoman drawled, clearly not taking his words at face value. Still, she had nothing else to go on, so she decided to let it go. The woman had other things to worry about after all. She placed a few forms on his desk and said, "Seeing as I'm already here, I need you to sign these."

Albus gave a papers a wary eye and asked, "And what are they?"

"Another request from Madame Hooch for new school brooms, three more petitions from the faculty to have Snape fired immediately, and four writs of expulsion for a set of Slytherin students."

Dumbledore blanched at those words, as well as the smirk on the other woman's face. They'd once been so close, but now she seemed to delight in causing him problems. "I'm afraid I'll need to deny the request for new brooms. There simply is not enough room in the budget for them." He was all set to steam ahead, but Minerva raised a delicate hand to stop him.

"As the deputy headmistress I have access to this school's budget stipulations, Albus. That means I know for a fact there were three thousand galleons set aside for school recreation. There is no reason not to use that money to acquire a set of new brooms."

"Ugh… well…" Albus floundered for a moment before deciding to just bite the bullet. "That money was shifted around to another use."

Minerva stared at the man for a solid ten seconds before snarling, "What. Use. Exactly?"

With a sigh, the older man said, "Severus needed new scales and cauldrons. His original budgetary allotment was spent on potion supplies so I needed to take the extra from somewhere else."

If the tall Scotswoman was irritated before, she was straight up seething now. "You took money allotted for the quality of life of our students, to fund the private lab of a piece of filth like Snape!"

"Now, Minerva-"

"Don't 'Minerva' me!" The woman barked, "That man is a disgrace to the standards of Hogwarts. Because of him, we've slipped from being the greatest school of magic in the world to the twelfth in less than decade. He's single handedly crippled the number of auror and medic recruits at the ministry because those positions require advanced certifications in potions and he fails most of the students that apply. He is fanatically favorable to Slytherin students, downright abusive to everyone else," she picked up the three petitions, "and need I remind you he has three more petitions signed by every other member of this school's faculty for his sacking? That makes forty-eight petitions since you hired him!"

Albus groaned. He knew, as a rational man, that any single one of those points would be enough to fire Severus. But he was too valuable to simply let go. Voldemort was still out there, and if he managed to return then Dumbledore would need his spy. Eventually he said, "Minerva, please, just trust me when I say that Severus needs to be here. I will talk to him about trying to treat the students better."

"You'll talk to him about trying!" Minerva finally lost her composure and yelled at her former mentor. "He is a menace, and a child abuser! He shouldn't even be allowed around our students!"

"That may or may not be true. Regardless, I am not ending his employment at this institution."

Minerva seethed at those words, but she'd been expecting them. They were just another sign that the man she'd once respected was no longer there. So she took Hooch's request and the writs of expulsion, and shoved them in the older man's face.

"If that is the last you'll say on it Albus, then this is what is going to happen. You'll approve the purchase of these brooms, and sign these expulsions, because if you do not I'll go to the Daily Profit, the Quibler, and every foreign paper I can find with signed statements from each of the faculty about how you defend that monster, no matter what harm he causes the children in our care. I imagine your illustrious career in politics will be over the day after publishing."

With a sad sigh Albus took the papers and read them over, marveling at what his life had become. He had done what he believed was necessary, and now Minerva, and apparently the rest of the faculty, were more than happy to blackmail him. Where was the belief and trust they'd once shown him? He signed the broom request but stopped at the writs.

"What have these boys been accused of?" He asked.

"They were not 'accused' of anything. Madame Pompfrey caught them in the act of molesting a bound and stripped first year Hufflepuff girl. You'll be happy to know Pompfrey only broke their arms and legs. She'll have them healed in time to walk out these doors."

Dumbledore groaned once more internally. Each of these names were high placed pureblood heirs. He'd hoped to have years more to work on them, perhaps show them a path beyond the hatred their families poisoned their minds with. If he had his way, he'd rip up the writs, give those boys a stern talking to and two month's detention; all the while he'd give them speeches and discussions so that he might be able to work on altering their preconceptions on blood status. But one look at Minerva and he knew that if he did as he'd like, she'd rush right off to the papers. She'd been correct that it would be the end of his seats in the government.

With a deft hand he signed the documents and his deputy turned to leave. As she reached the door he asked, "How has it come to this between us, Minerva? Where did it all go so wrong?"

The tightening of her shoulders was the only indication he had that she was furious, as she refused to turn back to look at him. "You know exactly where it went wrong, Albus. I should have raised that boy. You took him away from me."

Dumbledore squared up at those words and said with authority, "I did what I believed was right. And I had the authority to do so."

Still not looking back, Minerva said, "You did what worked for whatever conniving little plan is simmering in the back of your mind. I think you forget that Filius and I were both there the day Lily and James wrote their will. We know that the two of us were next in line to look after Harry if anything happened to them and Sirius. Then, that horrible night happened, and when we went to Godric's Hollow to retrieve him, we only found Hagrid, returning on a motorbike saying he'd spirited the child away on your orders."

"He couldn't be allowed to grow up in the wizarding world. The boy needs to be safe, and humble. Had he lived amongst wizards he'd be a slave to his fame. He's better off where he is."

"That wasn't your decision to make!" She snarled, before stomping out and slamming the door closed.

At the sound, Albus collapsed into the nearest chair and held his head in his hands. As the executer of the Potter Will, he knew that Harry should have gone to his Deputy, but if that happened, the boy would be beyond his control, and he needed to be in his control to reach his destiny as a martyr. Luckily enough, there was a legal loophole that worked in his favor. As long as he didn't execute any aspect of the Will, he was technically in charge of it. Putting the document in a state of legal limbo. That meant no one could legally remove young Harry from where he'd placed him until the will was read.

Sadly though, it meant that he couldn't touch the Potter accounts, or use his house votes on the wizengamont either. Until the Will was enacted, they were frozen. It also meant that everyone set to receive funds in that document were denied their bequeathed sums. He knew for a fact that Remus Lupin could have desperately used that money, and it pained him to deny it. But he was working for the greater good, and that meant some had to suffer sacrifices. Speaking of sacrifices…

His burning instruments were causing him no small amount of worry. Each one was tied to the young Potter's life force, health, and location. Of course he hadn't had a chance to inspect them in years, being too busy with running a school, and trying to maintain a stable government. So he'd been trusting in the discretion of Arabella Figg to tell him if there was a problem. Now he literally had no other source of information so it might be time for a visit. He'd need to insist on more frequent updates on the boy's health and wellness. In hindsight, it'd been years since the last one. Time really did seem to fly by.

A pinch of floo powder later and he was confronted with a horrid smell and a hoard of angry kneezles. It didn't take too much investigating to find the source of the stench. Arabella's body was lying on the floor of her kitchen. The indent on the counter, and back of her skull made it clear that she'd fallen and hit her head at some point; and the level of decomposition made it clear that she'd been deceased a very long time. It was no wonder he hadn't received any updates. He'd just assumed no news was good news!

With a start he ran out the door and down the street to Number Four, and started pounding on the door. It was only as he waited for the footsteps he heard approaching that he realized the blood wards he'd placed on the property the night he'd dropped off the child were gone.

The door opened at last, but it wasn't Vernon Dursley that greeted him. Instead, he saw an older gentleman with a grey beard and a ponytail.

"Can I help you sir?" He asked, while staring at his visitor's very outlandish robes.

Instead of answering, Albus raised his wand and invaded the stranger's mind, then wiped the homeowner's memory of the event and apparated away. The man's name was Storenson, and he'd bought the home three years prior from an independent realtor. The only thing he'd known about the previous owner's was that they'd been arrested. That could only mean that young Harry had been placed into the foster care system, and after so many years… he could be anywhere.

Salem, New York

It was a strange group that made its way down the wide gravel path to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. The SHIELD agent, super soldier, Asgardian royal, and frost giant child were staring in awe at the massive building before them.

"Verily, this be a place of learning Phil, son of Coul?" Frigga asked the agent at the head of their group.

"Ah, Yes." The man responded, still trying and mostly failing, to get used to the antiquated ways of Asgardian speech. "The mansion was originally Charles' New York family home, but when he decided to open a school, he renovated the interior and expanded out further onto the grounds. Now his home features state of the art classrooms, dorms, Four gymnasiums including a weightlifting facility, and an olympic length swimming pool."

"Ah yes, the olympics. Pleasant times they were. Tell me, do the Greeks still oil themselves before their wrestling matches?" The deity inquired.

In response, Phil opened and closed his mouth a few times and carried on instead with his previous explanations. Lauding the facility, faculty, and student body. He even threw in the names of a few famous graduates for good measure. As they finally reached the door, he finished by telling them how the school was accredited for classes ranging from elementary school through high-school curriculums. Then he knocked.

The sound was a loud, echoing, boom that rang through the air until the large door finally creaked open, revealing a smiling bald man in a mechanical wheelchair. He was clearly surprised by the size of the group set before him, but nevertheless he rolled up and extended his hand to Peggy.

"Ms. Carter, I presume?"

She took his hand in a firm grip of her own. "It's 'Captain' actually, but yes. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Xavier."

"It's actually, 'Professor' Xavier." The man smirked, a look that was clearly matched by his guest as she released his hand.

"Well, Professor, I look forward to touring your facility. If it meets the expectations of myself, and my son's grandmother, then I'll accept the accept the position you've offered and enroll Harry in your program."

Xavier raised an eyebrow and asked, "Grandmother?"

Frigga stepped forth and raised her own hand at a slight angle. Xavier got the message and pressed his lips to her knuckles before letting it go. "I am Frigga, Queen of Asgard, grandmother of Prince Harry. Be honored mortal, you may receive royalty into your halls."

Xavier heard the nordic tilt to her accent and remembered the briefing SHIELD had provided him after the Thor incident in New Mexico. He wasn't dumb enough to think this woman wasn't the real deal.

Quickly composing himself, the man said, "I would be very honored should that be the case. But where is the lad?"

"H-Here, sir." The bald man looked down for the source of the quiet answer and saw a blue face with red eyes staring at him from behind the Captain's legs. "I-I'm Harry."

Charles smiled warmly at the lad. "Well hello there Harry. Would you like to see the school?"

Given confidence by the warmness he could feel radiating from the bald man, Harry nodded, and as Xavier wheeled away he and his group followed. They were led through the facility and grounds. All the while, the professor provided them with a commentary of when the rooms were built, what they were for, and how Harry could benefit from their use. The whole process took two hours, but by the end Peggy was sold. This place could provide her boy with a top tier education, and training in the use of his powers. He needed to go here.

"Well, this was a fine presentation, Professor." Carter commented as they finished up in and main hall. "If that position as a combat instructor is still available, I'd be happy to take it."

"Splendid." Xavier responded. "Our next term starts in two weeks. You can start then.

Behind them, Harry spoke up. "Uh, will the other kids be okay with me being… like this?" He gestured to his blue skin.

Charles wheeled over and nodded to the young boy. "This is a school for people like you, Harry. People that are different. We embrace our differences, and learn to accept and use them. I daresay some of the students you'll be in class with have quirks just as new as yours."

The boy smiled and just nodded, as the adults finished up. Frigga wasn't able to get a teaching position, as there were no other positions open, but she had been given permission to stay on the grounds, train Harry whenever she'd like, and give seminars on life in Asgard should she desire. She decided to simply take what was offered.

Two weeks had passed and Harry thought he'd be more nervous on the first day of school, but as things stood, he actually felt great. He, his mom, and grandmother had spent the last couple weeks moving into their new apartment, and now he was ready to make some new friends.

As the bell rang, his fellow students entered the classroom, and immediately flocked around him. They kept saying how exciting it was to have someone new in the class, asking about his name and powers, and if they could be his friends. He smiled and thought to himself that he was really going to like it here.

Three Years Later

Harry smiled as he held hands with his best friend at recess. Jean Grey had come to Xavier's Institute three months after he did, and the two had immediately hit it off. He thought it had to do with her mutation. Jean was a telepath, and a strong one at that. The only problem was that she hadn't yet figured out how to turn it off. It made things really difficult for her when she tried to interact with other kids.

When the other students in their class had surrounded her as they did him on his first day, he had immediately seen how she cringed and moved to cover her ears. Without another thought he ran over, took her hand, and led her out of the room. When he'd stopped to ask if she felt any better, she'd embraced him and cried with relief, babbling about noise, and how it was finally quiet. They would later learn that the exercises Grandmother Frigga had been teaching him to use to magically defend his mind had stopped her latent scanning, and when she held his hand, the effect transferred over to her somewhat so she didn't have to hear anyone else.

Three years later, and she'd trained enough to avoid most people's surface thoughts. She just held onto his hand as she was now because it was comfortable for them both. They were chatting about nothing while they waited for the bell to ring, when suddenly Jean pulled a package out of her bag.

"What's this?" Harry asked as he took it from her grasp.

The young telepath blushed lightly and nervously combed her hand through her red hair, "I asked my parents to help me buy you a birthday present over the summer. I'm sorry it's so late, but it had a pretty long shipping time for some reason."

"You didn't have to get me anything, Jean. Just wishing me a happy birthday is enough."

"I know, but I wanted to. Now open your gift so I can see you smile."

He gave her what she asked for, ripped open the wrapping, and hugged her tight when he saw what was inside. It was an iron pendant, on a leather cord, in the shape of two snakes eating their own tails.

"Do you like it?" She asked nervously.

"I love it!" Harry beamed. "This is the symbol for Loki."

Jean nodded happily. "I know. I figured since he's your dad, you'd appreciate having something that always reminds you of him."

The boy nodded wistfully at those words. "You're right. Huh, trust my best friend to know what I want before I do. Thanks again, Jean."

"You're welcome. Now put it on." He did as she instructed and then she asked, "Does he still come to see you in your dreams?"

"Every other night or so." Harry confirmed. "After Grandmother forced him and grandpa into therapy, grandpa finally admitted he messed up with dad. They've been spending a lot of time together, trying to mend bridges, and I guess he's making my dad the new head of the Asgardian embassy here in New York."

"That's nice." Jean mused, "That means you'll actually get to see him in person right?"

"Yeah, the dream visits are fun, and I feel like I know my dad pretty well now, but there is just something special about having the real thing in front of you." He glanced down at his blue hand, "I hope he's okay with seeing the real thing in front of him."

Jean smacked his shoulder lightly, "Oh stop that you. You've already brought that up with him. Just because he has issues with his heritage, doesn't mean you have to. Didn't he say he was proud that you accepted what he couldn't?"

Harry nodded. "He did, but still…"

"Still nothing. You're going to have a great in-person meeting, and that's final." she spoke with the pure certainty that only a child could pull off. "Now, there's still a few minutes left of recess, and I want to use the swings. Will you push me?"

"Anytime you want, Jean. Let's go."

Across the lawn of the playground, Peggy Carter smiled. Her boy had chosen an excellent best friend, and it warmed her heart to see them smiling and laughing. Next to her, Frigga chuckled.

"I have knowledge of that look." the older mother laughed.

Peggy gave her the side-eye, "What look?"

"Pure motherly pride. Mine eyes have shared that gaze a time or two."

"Well, yes-"

"And… you were also planning the wedding."

Peggy's jaw hit the floor. "What!"

"Oh, not in fine details yet, but some part of you was acknowledging how adorable the two of them looked together."

"They're only eleven years old!" The captain argued.

"And on Asgard we'd already have a list of suitors, and-or a betrothment contract drawn up."

Carter narrowed her eyes, "You didn't do that for Thor and Loki."

"Truth be told we did. Both of them grew up, married, and in Loki's case had children. But we live for a very long time, and sometimes you just fall out of love. They've all since moved on from each other."

"Oh," Peggy was rather surprised at that info dump, "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Be not, it was an amicable choice between them all. They've since found new partners and things to live for."

Getting back on track, and forcing herself to forget that she had indeed thought they looked cute holding hands, Carter said, "That doesn't mean that's how we are going to do things with Harry. As his grandmother, I'm letting you help raise him, but in terms of his hopefully-far-down-the-line love life, We will let him make his own choices."

"As you say, Peggy. I wish no strife for my grandson."

"Neither do I." She watched the boy in question, laughing as he pushed his friend ever higher on the swings. "Neither do I.

In another section of the mansion, Charles Xavier, Stephen Strange, and Ororo Munroe were glancing over a recording of the hallways around the girls dormitories. Their alarms had sounded once more in the night, and now they were reviewing the cause. All throughout the hallway lamps, books, light fixtures, and decorated doormats were flying through the air.

Charles paused the video and glanced at Stephen. "What do you think?" He asked.

Dr. Strange stroked his goatee in thought for a moment before inquiring, "You are sure that wasn't her mutation? Perhaps it acted as a result of her subconscious?"

"No." The professor shook his head in the negative. I've kept an eye on Jean since she arrived at my school. A young telepath can have it rough after all. While her powers are considerable, they aren't enough to cause that much damage as a result of her subconscious. That event originated from her room, but it wasn't her. This is the fifth time in the last few weeks that it has occurred."

"The other girls are getting scared." Ororo's african accent added a sweet tone to the serious words she spoke. "They have not yet connected these events to Jean, but it will not be long I fear before they do."

"Hm." Stephen nodded as if he'd come to a decision. I will examine the girl, but the process can be scary for one as young as her. Does she have a close friend that can be with her? I do not want to traumatize a child if she is indeed possessed."

"Yes, Young Harry Carter is practically joined to her at the hip. He'll be happy to offer morale and mental support."

Strange smiled at the name. "Ah yes, Harry Carter. How is the little blue giant?"

"You know Harry?" Ororo inquired.

"Him and his mother. We worked together a few years back to save the world. I've seen her off and on since then for smaller operations, but this'll be the first I've seen her son since his dad almost conquered earth."

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Xavier tried to ask. Only for Strange to tell him it was classified. So he just sighed and moved on with his day.

That night Xavier and Stephen welcomed Jean, Harry, Peggy, and Frigga into the empty chamber of the danger room. The latter two in full costume and regalia. It was the most structurally sound room in the whole facility, and if things went wrong then at least the mysterious entity would be contained. When Charles explained that he thought a foreign being had latched itself onto the young girl's mind, they were all very concerned. Especially when he said that he'd considered blocking off that portion of her mind to keep it separate from her. He received quite the tongue lashing from Frigga about how such an action could have crippled Jean emotionally later in her life. She'd only let up when she saw the true look of horror on the man's face.

Regardless, Dr. Strange explained that he was going to examine her for signs of possession, and he wanted the others here to support her. She took Harry's hand, nodded, and he began.

The Sorcerer Supreme placed one hand on her forehead and covered his own eyes with the other. Arcane light filled the air between them and in a flash the sorcerer was launched across the room and smashed into the wall.

As everyone stared at the limp form of one of the most powerful men alive, Jean screamed. Her body rose into the air, coated in crimson light. Harry refused to let go of his friend's hand, and was pulled up with her. A screech, not unlike that of a condor filled the space of the room and everyone else was forced to cover their ears.

Harry didn't know what to do. He wasn't a hero like his mom, or a god like his dad or grandmother. He was just... Harry. And a wizard. Suddenly a memory came to him. Two weeks prior he'd been having a magic lesson with Frigga and she'd told him that ninety percent of magic was about intent and focus. He needed to believe in what he was doing, and have a goal for it in his mind.

With no other plan possible, the boy closed his eyes and imagined a bridge forming between his mind and Jean's. He bit his lip and made himself believe it was there with every fiber of his being until suddenly, he was somewhere else. He found himself in a pure white expanse with only two other occupants. Jean was there, curled up on the floor, and hovering above her was a giant bird completely coated in flames. A smarter man might have tried to reason with the creature, or would have had any sort of plan at all, but Harry was only a child, and thus couldn't think that far ahead.

"Hey Bigbird!" he yelled, "Get away from my friend!"

The creature turned its massive skull to view the small human before it, and ducked down until they were level with each other.

"Who are you to give one such as I an order?"

"I-I'm Harry Carter, and you're hurting her!"

The creature tilted its head in confusion. "I am not hurting the child. That sorcerer attempted to remove me, and I fought back. If I were cast out of this vessel, then the girl would die."

Harry gulped at that. "What do you mean?"

"Many years ago, this girl was fated to die in a car crash. In return for making her my vessel, I was allowed to save her life."

"But why would you? Why did you care?"

The beast was silent for several moments, clearly deciding how much to share, or even if it was going to answer at all. Finally it nodded its great head and said, "My kind exist in the wider planes of existence. We administer to the rebirth of life in the cosmos. It truly is a noble duty, but many of us have grown dispassionate, and removed from those that we serve. I wished to form a connection with one of you lesser beings, so that I might experience life through your eyes. I wished to reconnect with humanity so that I might serve it better."

"Y-You want to help us?"

The massive bird nodded without speaking.

"And you don't really want to hurt Jean?"

It shook its head.

"Then can you let her have control of her body back?" He asked.

"Can you ensure that the magic user will no longer try to expel me?"

"You said you're keeping her alive right?"

"Indeed."

"Then he won't try again. I'll explain everything to them as long as you go back to whatever part of this place you normally stay in."

"Hm." The bird glanced around the space they currently stood in, "My domain does not normally look like this, young one. It is merely how your mind perceives it. Very well. Off with you."

The next thing Harry knew, he was sitting on the ground, and Jean was looking up at him from inside his arms.

"Harry?"

"It's alright, Jean. Everything's fine now."

The girl was looking up at him in wonder. "Everything was dark. So very dark. And then you were there and the lights came back. You saved me."

Harry smiled, "I guess I did."

Jean smiled shyly at him before leaning up and kissing his cheek. Before he could comment on the act, the adults came rushing in.

"Harry, Jean, are you alright?" Peggy asked as she swept the children into her arms.

"We are." Harry burrowed into his mother's warmth as he said, "We have to call off Doctor Strange. That thing in Jean's head is keeping her alive."

"You spoke to it?"

"Yes, and it said it saved Jean from certain death in a car crash. Now it just wants to observe humanity through her. It doesn't mean any harm."

"And removing it would kill her?"

"Yes."

Peggy sighed but nodded. "I guess there's nothing to be done then. Let's get you two to bed."

"What about Doctor Strange?" Jean asked.

"Oh, I think Professor Xavier can deal with him. Up you go."

As the hero ushered the children out the door and up the stairs, all she could think was how odd it was that an inter-dimensional being using a little girl as a reality show television wasn't the strangest thing she'd ever seen.


Note: From here the story is going to be going in a fresh direction.

Note: This story is still Harry X Multi. I have my main girls selected, but I'm open to suggestions for who you all would like to see join the harem. Send me your choices and the reasons they make sense in your reviews and I'll decide weather to include them.