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Harry Potter the Sorcerer Supreme

Chapter 3: The Battle of New York Part 1 – The Hawk and the Assassin

When Lily was pregnant with Harry, she knew that he would grow up to become one of the strongest practitioners of magic in the world. But she likely never expected he would become the Next Sorcerer Supreme in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. The real Master of Death has arrived in the MCU prepared for what comes next, but is it prepared for him. Full of Villians, Heros, Costumes and Surprises. Powerful Harry


As Harry was visualizing the destination, mentally preparing to apparate to the base of Stark Tower to intervene, his wide eyes caught another astonishing sight. A gold and red metallic box had shot out of the window and was racing after the falling man, quickly closing the distance. In a matter of mere seconds, the enigmatic box had separated and appeared to be enveloping the descending figure.

Once more, Harry turned his attention to the people around him, curious about their reactions to this surreal turn of events. He was surprised to find the teenager still beside him, wearing a smile that seemed to hold a mix of awe and familiarity.

Harry paused and regarded the boy with a quizzical expression, silently prompting him for an explanation.

The teenager met Harry's inquiring gaze and elaborated, "Okay, yeah, that's just Mr. Stark being Mr. Stark. Although the desire to just jump off a building, well, that just seems ... amazing." He cast a thoughtful glance between Harry and the man in the suit of metal, who now appeared to be defying gravity and making his way back up to the rooftop. The boy shook his head in amazement. "It's insane, but definitely amazing."

Smiling, the teenager turned back to Harry, his cheerful demeanor unwavering. "Well, never a dull day in New York. That must have been quite an exciting way to be welcomed to the city. I never caught your name. I am ..."

But Harry never got to hear the boy finish his sentence. Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by an extraordinary occurrence. A colossal blue beam of light erupted from the summit of Stark Tower, shooting upward and piercing the sky above.

Harry's initial thoughts mirrored his stunned expression. 'Well … now that definitely can't be normal.' Harry thought to himself, his gaze locked onto the dazzling spectacle unfolding before them, starring at the beam.


Harry stood in stunned silence, his eyes fixed on the massive blue beam that pierced the sky. It seemed as though everyone around him was similarly captivated by this spectacle, confirming for him that this was definitely not normal. As he gazed upward, tracking the beam's trajectory, he noticed a peculiar occurrence at the pinnacle. There, a small black hole materialized, gradually expanding in size until it spanned what he could only estimate as several city blocks in diameter.

Before Harry could even begin to process the surreal events unfolding before him, his attention was drawn to a swarm of small black figures emerging from the enigmatic rift in the sky. Straining his eyes to get a better look, he realized that these figures resembled people, although upon closer inspection he decided there was something decidedly abnormal about them. They appeared to be flying on bizarrely shaped gliders, as they descended from the giant hole that was positioned above the city.

A shiver ran down Harry's spine, and his thoughts raced as he pivoted to face the teenager standing beside him. In that singular moment, one haunting notion dominated his mind.

"Are those … are those aliens?" Harry inquired, an uneasy uncertainty creeping into his voice as he posed the question, almost embarrassed to entertain such a possibility.

The teenager appeared to begin to formulate a response, but any words he might have spoken were abruptly silenced by the sudden onset of a small explosion, its echoing boom reaching their ears, leaving no room for an answer to his question.

Harry's head snapped around in a whirlwind of observation, as three distinct things raced to his attention. First, he couldn't help but notice the alarming increase of the … things … descending through the rift in the sky. What began as a mere handful quickly swelled in number, morphing into dozens, then scores, and still, they continued to emerge from the otherworldly portal. Harry could not help but worry at the sight of the ever-increasing number of intruders.

The second thing that immediately had caught his focus was on what appeared to be the figure the teenager had described as "Iron Man" soaring upward, seemingly heading directly for the approaching alien horde. Lasers, small and fierce, erupted from his suit, forming a dazzling, deadly light show as he engaged the extraterrestrial interlopers. In response, some of the alien force appeared to be firing back, creating a chaotic and intense aerial fight high above the streets of the city.

The third revelation brought a chill down Harry's spine. As he scanned the scene below, it became quickly apparent that while some of the alien entities were indeed locked in combat with the "Iron Man," a significant portion of them was intentionally bypassing him. Instead they were descending upon the city's buildings, their intent clear as they unleashed destructive energy weapons upon the structures, leading to explosive eruptions which resulted in falling debris. Even more distressing however was, the aliens who descended lower, directing their weapons toward the unprepared populace on the streets below.

The entire city, seemingly once frozen in a state of eerie silence, appeared to awaken with a deafening resurgence of noise. The overwhelming noise of chaos engulfed Harry's senses as explosions reverberated through the air, accompanied by anguished cries that seemed to come from every direction. The world had quickly devolved into disarray. Harry spun on his heels desperate to seek answers from the young man standing beside him.

However, before he could utter a single word, Harry froze as his gaze darted around in search of his companion, only to find that the boy had vanished, leaving him disoriented and alone. Amid the bedlam, an older man, presumably a chaperone or teacher, burst forth into the nearby commotion of teenagers, his voice fraught with urgency. He cried out, "Alright, Midtown High, everyone back to the bus! The field trip is obviously over!" He momentarily scanned the disoriented crowd of teenagers who quickly began moving towards a school bus, his expression etched with concern. After a brief pause, he continued, "Has anyone seen Pe ...?"

The frantic question the older man had been about to voice was interrupted by a thunderous explosion that erupted just down the street. The shockwave of the blast sent everyone nearby instinctively ducking for cover. Harry's gaze fixated on the source of the explosion, where a car engulfed in flames had been violently upturned, landing perilously close to a terrified woman clutching a crying baby. The street once more descended into pandemonium as bystanders scattered in panic.

Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from the immobilized woman, her shock palpable, seemingly frozen in the midst of the chaos. As the chaos unfolded around him, Harry picked up the bus driver's voice, his urgency cutting through the general noise as he shouted from the safety of the school bus to the teacher still standing outside the bus. Students were hurriedly boarding, seeking safety from the unfolding nightmare. The driver's words carried a sense of grim determination as he addressed the teacher, "Looks like we need to find an alternative route out of here; those flying aliens seem to be converging on Hell's Kitchen … would prefer not to head in that direction at any cost …"

Harry chose to disregard the ongoing conversation and the unfolding chaos, as it was glaringly apparent that whatever or whoever these aliens were, they were far from the good guys. The actions of the "Iron Man" seemed to support this belief, as the figure's battle against the aliens indicated that they were definitely not friends. His concern over the aliens was further reinforced by the simple fact that the city was under assault, its destruction unfolding before Harry's eyes.

Driven by a familiar deepening sense of urgency and a need to assist, Harry bolted towards the disoriented mother who seemed paralyzed after the car had landed perilously close to her. He paid no heed to the teacher's attempts to call him back to the bus, reasoning that the teacher likely believed Harry to be one of his students.

In mere moments, Harry reached the woman, gripping her arm firmly, causing her to startle and emit a brief scream before swiftly silencing herself. Amid the noise of screams, cries, and shouts that echoed from every direction, Harry attempted to get his message across urgently, yelling, "Ma'am ... ma'am, I need you to look at me." His voice struggled to rise above the noise from the chaos that engulfed them from every direction.

Finally the woman's gaze settled on him and Harry gave a reassuring nod in her direction. "You need to get off this main street," he urged urgently, "Find a building with a basement or look for a tube station nearby."

The woman, still somewhat shell-shocked, stared at him for a moment before hesitantly responding, "A tube station? ... you mean the subway? Well, um, yes, I think there's one ... the entrance is … right over there." Her trembling finger pointed just past Harry's shoulder, indicating the direction.

Summoning all the calm he could muster in the midst of the surrounding chaos, Harry offered another reassuring nod. "That's great," he encouraged her, his voice steady. "You need to take your baby and head over there. Find safety; standing out here can't be safe for either of you."

The mention of her child seemed to sober her up and motivate her to action. With a quick nod of understanding, the woman took a brief, anxious glance over her shoulder before breaking into a sprint toward the small structure she had pointed out, its entrance leading underground. She disappeared below, her baby cradled tightly in her arms.

Satisfied that at least one life was now out of immediate danger, Harry began to survey his surroundings, a determination to help out in the unfolding crisis burning within him. His gaze swept down the street, where an unsettling sight awaited him. Looking through the debris covered street, Harry saw that the lower half of a rather handsome man, likely in his mid-to-late twenties, seemed to be trapped beneath a substantial piece of rubble that had fallen from a nearby building.

Harry rushed over, his heart heavy with worry and only a glimmer of hope that the man might still be okay, seeing the extreme circumstances he was in. As he neared, relief washed over him as he saw the man's desperate squirming and attempts to free his pinned leg, which was the only part of his body trapped by the piece of the fallen building. The man's determination was noticeable, but it was clear that he couldn't shift the immense weight on his own.

Harry quickly moved to join the man's side, bending low in an effort to assist him in moving the heavy debris. However, as he strained against the fallen rubble, he felt an insistent tugging on his pant leg.

Harry swiftly turned to face the man who regarded him with a mix of resignation and a faint, ironic smile. "It's no use, kid," the man remarked, his voice tinged with a sense of futility. "It would take at least half a dozen strong men to lift this, or perhaps a hulk, but I'm guessing you don't happen to know where he might be, do you?" He added, a touch of mystery in his tone, followed by a hollow laugh. "But you can't do this alone," he continued, looking at Harry intently. "You'd be better off helping others. Save whoever you can. Maybe, if you survive this fight, come back with others and help me ... I won't be going anywhere." With a simple gesture, he indicated his trapped leg.

Harry found himself staring at the man in shock, his calm acceptance of his dire situation and his selfless suggestion taking him by surprise. Harry took another look at the man impressed by the man's remarkable display of character amid the chaos.

However, in response to the man's statement, Harry shook his head, determination etching across his face as he looked down at the man. "Let's try one thing first," he said, his voice filled with resolve, "and then maybe I'll leave you alone."

The man's head bobbed in a reluctant but agreeable nod. "Alright, I have nothing better to do," he conceded, his voice tinged with a resignation.

Harry turned his attention back to the large mass of rubble. With grim determination, he began to outline his plan. "On the count of three," he instructed, his voice unwavering, "you're going to try and pull your leg out."

Squatting by the rubble, Harry took a deep breath, doubting whether he possessed the energy to move an object of this size. He had never attempted to lift something so massive before, and the doubts gnawed at him.

"One ...," he began the countdown, his voice steady.

"Two ...," he felt the anticipation building.

"Three ...," and as Harry initiated his attempt to lift the rubble, he silently whispered, "Wingardium LevioSA."

However, to his shock and dismay, the rubble remained immobile. What surprised him even more was that he felt none of the rush of power he usually felt when wielding magic or casting spells. He glanced down at his hands in confusion and then back at the unyielding obstruction.

The man raised his voice, hollering up over the ambient noise towards Harry, "It was a good attempt, kid, but unless Captain America was your grandpa, you aren't going to move this by yourself."

Harry, lost in thought as he pondered the recent events, temporarily tuned out the man's words. He froze realizing his mistake and then mentally berated himself for his mistake, realizing that if Hermione were present, she would no doubt have already seen what he had done.

Regaining his focus and determination, Harry responded to the man, "Alright, one more attempt, and then I'll leave you alone." He couldn't ignore the man's predicament, especially knowing where his mistake had been.

The man regarded him with a mixture of reluctance and gratitude. "Fine," he conceded, "but when it doesn't work you can help others. I'm stuck here."

Harry nodded, filled with newfound determination, a resolve that stemmed from realizing his mistake. He was determined not to let the pressure of the dire situation deter him as he leaned down, his fingers gripping the massive chunk of rubble.

"One ...," he counted down, anticipation building.

"Two ...," he called out, his focus sharpening.

"Three ...," and this time, as he whispered the incantation, he paid meticulous attention to the syllable that should receive the emphasis.

"Wingardium LeviOsa," he repeated under his breath again, his voice steady, a triumphant smile on his lips. The incantation flowed smoothly this time, and the result was immediate. The rubble began to lift from the man's trapped leg, looking suspiciously steady for the work of one man attempting to lift a piece of debris several orders of magnitude larger than anything he should be able to lift.

Harry turned his head toward the man, who remained transfixed by the sight before him. The rubble had lifted effortlessly from his leg, and he clearly couldn't help but be frozen in amazement. Harry snapped the man out of his reverie with an urgent command, "Move!" he yelled.

Harry's urgent command broke him free from his stupor as he scrambled backward. As Harry concluded the spell, the massive chunk of rubble plummeted to the ground, where it landed with a resounding crash, exactly where the man's leg had been pinned just moments earlier.

Harry turned to the man, who remained seated on the ground, his gaze transfixed by the fallen debris. Slowly, he looked up at Harry, his voice quivering with astonishment and curiosity. "How ... how did ... how did you do that?" he stammered, finally managing to give voice to his amazement.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the man's question. "Lots of practice," he replied coyly.

Raising an eyebrow, the man's gratitude spilled over. "If you ever need anything, let me know," he began, his voice filled with earnest sincerity. "I owe you everything. My dad is the editor and publisher of the Bugle. If there's anything you need, just let us know. I can ..."

Before he could finish his offer, a deafening explosion resonated from halfway down the block, resulting in a large section of the building collapsing onto a truck, crushing it beneath the weight of the debris. Serving as a stark reminder that they were not safe and there was much to be done.

The man cast a worried glance around the chaotic scene before suggesting, "Maybe we should get out of here." He looked around and pointed toward the same structure that the lady and her child had disappeared into moments before.

However, Harry shook his head. "You were right earlier" he started. "There are people to help out here. I'm going to see who I can assist. Can you stand and make your way over to the tube … sorry … subway entrance?"

The man nodded, determination etched on his face as he began to climb to his feet. "My leg is fine. It was just trapped, not squished," he remarked with gratitude. "I owe you my thanks for that, though."

Harry offered a reassuring smile. "Get yourself to safety, and I'll consider us even," he replied with a nod. His smile then turned slightly mischievous. "And maybe don't mention this to your father. I'm not sure if I'd get in trouble for doing what I did."

The man paused to gaze at Harry, his expression a mix of surprise and admiration. "I can do that," he affirmed, his voice filled with sincerity. "For what it's worth, I think you're a hero." He extended a hand for a firm handshake. "The name's John, by the way. Good luck to you!" With that, he turned and began to limp down the street toward the subway entrance.

As Harry surveyed the street once more, looking for anyone else in need of assistance, a sudden, unexpected noise pierced the air. A sleek, high-tech jet streaked overhead between the towering buildings. The jet engaged in combat with the alien invaders, its precision was awe-inspiring. Before heading toward the rift in the sky above Stark Tower.

However, the jet halted its journey near a landing near the top of the building before it unleased its weaponry at the landing. Seemingly unexpected a small, concentrated beam of blue light lanced out from the rooftop, striking the jet's wing, sending the craft plummeting out of the sky, spiraling uncontrollably between buildings before vanishing from view.

As Harry watched the sleek jet vanish from his view, his sense of hope and optimism fell. The sight of the high-tech aircraft had briefly lifted his spirits, but the sudden disappearance had dashed his excitement. Amidst the overwhelming noise and explosions, he failed to pick up any additional large explosion that might have signaled the jet's fate. A ray of hope lingered as he hoped that the occupants of the ship had somehow managed to survive what was undoubtedly a crash landing.

Lacking any better options, Harry started making his way in the direction where the jet had disappeared. He felt an urge to offer assistance to those he could and seeing no one else in the vicinity, he figured that that direction was as good as any other. However, he had barely taken fifteen steps down the road when an ominous, deep rumbling sound emanated from the rift in the sky. The effect was immediate; it seemed to cause a decrease in the number of people screaming, and even the sounds of explosions seemed to diminish in number. It seemed everything was waiting to identify what was coming. The few people in the vicinity who had been running for cover turned their attention skyward, their expressions marked by fear.

As Harry fixated on the mysterious hole in the sky, attempting to determine the source of the ominous rumbling, he found himself frozen in sheer disbelief. Before his disbelieving eyes, a colossal metallic space whale materialized, emerging from the rift and soaring overhead. Its sheer size was stupefying, and its metallic form glistened in the daylight as it flew downwards and started to disappear between the buildings.

Harry could do nothing but watch in awe as the behemoth's tail vanished from sight. His thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of disbelief and astonishment. 'What the hell have I gotten myself into?' That singular thought echoed firmly in his mind as he tried to come to terms with the spectacle that occurred before him.

However, he quickly shook off the stupor induced by the giant space whale as the disturbing sounds of screaming and explosions that had filled the air before not only resumed but intensified. Realizing the futility of trying to confront such an immense creature on his own, not sure if he could harness enough magical energy to damage the space whale, even with Avada Kedavra, Harry shifted his focus. He made a swift decision to continue in the direction of the downed jet, hoping that if the occupants were military, they might have resources or knowledge that could aid him in this crisis.

Two blocks down the road, Harry turned a corner just in time to witness a man clad in a combination of blue and red leather leaping off the edge of an elevated roadway. In the heat of the moment, Harry's immediate reaction was one of shock, and he instinctively readied himself to cast a levitating or momentum-stopping spell as the figure disappeared from sight. However, he quickly realized that the man had jumped over the edge of the roadway on purpose. Harry figured this out as he had been standing right next to two people, who were actively engaged in combat with a couple of alien adversaries further down the street, and neither of them had even reacted to the man jumping off the edge.

Seeing that the two remaining individuals were fighting a much greater number of enemies than themselves, he decided to join them. As Harry sprinted closer to the duo locked in battle, he had the opportunity to size them up more thoroughly. The first of the two appeared to be a striking, red-headed woman clothed in leather attire that seemed to accentuate her appeal. She seemed to be in her late twenties, and to Harry's surprise, she alternated between using a car as cover from which to safely attack the aliens from behind. With a pair of pistols in hand, she displayed remarkable accuracy as she fired at the aliens positioned about thirty feet away, who were using their own vehicles as makeshift cover.

While the red-headed woman was undoubtedly impressive, her companion stood out even more. Physically, he appeared to be an above-average individual, but it was his choice of weaponry that truly captured Harry's attention. In his hands, he wielded a bow like a master, reaching into a quiver slung across his back to retrieve arrows, which he then expertly launched at the aliens down range. What truly set him apart, even more than his choice of weapon, was his precision. Every arrow he released found its mark with jaw-dropping accuracy.

Harry couldn't help but be in awe of this remarkable archer as he closed the distance between them. With each step, he watched the man in action, his respect growing with each arrow that seemingly found its target.

As he arrived in front of the formidable duo, they spun to face him, their weapons leveled at him for a moment, surprise etched on their faces at his sudden appearance. It didn't take long, however, for them to recognize that he was not an alien threat, and they lowered their weapons.

Seeing that their eyes starred at him quite intensely, Harry raised his hands in a placating gesture, assuring them that he meant no harm. "I'm here to help," he declared. "Just let me know what you need."

The man starred at Harry before shaking his head and spoke first, his tone tinged with reproach. "What are you doing? Shouldn't you be hiding, or at least running away from all this? This isn't some video game," he admonished. In one fluid motion, without even looking away from Harry, he leaped up and expertly struck down an alien that had attempted to sneak along the side of the bridge. Quickly, he ducked back behind cover, shifting his gaze towards his companion before they swung back to Harry.

"We're alright," he reassured, his voice steady despite the dire circumstances. "We've got this. You should try to find somewhere safe, maybe find a place to hunker down. While you're looking for a place, feel free to help others on your way to finding a place to hide. But don't try to fight these things; they're dangerous, and you just don't have the right weapons."

Harry shook his head, his patience worn thin by the constant direction of others urging him to stay out of harm's way. He had long since grown weary of them risking their lives to protect him, often without considering he was willing and capable of helping. At least in the case of these two defenders, they appeared to be unaware of his abilities. Yet, Harry couldn't ignore the deep-seated frustration he felt when people dictated what he should or shouldn't do.

Ignoring the man's advice, Harry stood up and glanced down the road. The aliens had shifted their position, now taking cover behind the frame of a deserted bus. From their vantage point, they fired through the empty windows, relentlessly targeting the spot where these two courageous individuals had been holding off the alien advance.

As the red-headed woman reached forward to grab Harry and pull him down, he seized the opportunity to cast a spell at the cover the aliens were using. Under his breath, he muttered, "Bombarda Maxima," before promptly ducking down behind the car for cover. He watched intently over the trunk as the deserted bus exploded with immense force, sending the aliens flying up and backward before falling back down and colliding heavily with the pavement, none rising from the impact. The explosion created a temporary respite from the energy weapon attacks that had been targeting them moments earlier.

The woman in leather stared at Harry in astonishment. "You did that?" she inquired, her voice reflecting a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

Harry hesitated for a moment, his gaze meeting hers, before he nodded in confirmation.

The extraordinary display of his brought a smile of approval to the red-headed woman's face as she turned to her companion. "You know, Clint," she said with a hint of satisfaction, "I think he just might be able to help."

Clint, the archer, regarded both Harry and the woman, his expression transitioning from skepticism to genuine admiration. "Nat," he conceded, "I think you're right.

He turned his attention to Harry, his approval evident in his words. "Ok, kid ... well done." He paused for a moment, starring at Harry, appraising him. "I've been mistaken once or twice before, but I'm glad to add this time as another one. Welcome to the fight, kid."

Clint continued, "Do you think you can watch our backs as we help those people off the bus right behind us? They've been trapped there since we started the fight."

Harry nodded, a smiled playing on his lips, reflecting his happiness at the swift acceptabce he had received. He was grateful that their reaction had not been to send him away, but rather to embrace him as a member of their group, even if only temporary.

In less than ten minutes, the duo of Clint and Natasha had successfully evacuated the bus, and guided the group of people to the safety of a nearby building, all while Harry provided essential cover. His role had only required him stunning and immobilizing a single alien who had attempted to ambush Clint and his partner by leaping from his flying vehicle as it had passed overhead.

As Clint assisted the last of the survivors through the doorway, he called out to Harry. "Ok, kid, we're about done here and we are going to meet up with our team. Want to come help ..." His sentence abruptly trailed off as he spun around, drawing his bow with lightning speed. A large, ominous cracking sound had erupted from behind him. Clint assumed that an alien had somehow managed to sneak up on them, prompting his defensive reaction. But when he whirled around, he found nothing there. What was even more perplexing was the complete absence of the boy that he had been addressing just moments before.

"Ummm ... Nat," Clint called out to his teammate inside the building, his voice tinged with bewilderment. "I didn't just imagine him, did I? Where did he go? I swear he was right there … He might have made a nice addition to the team."


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Story Note 1 – Harry will still have his magic but won't be able to get a wand for obvious reasons. Luckily as the Master of Death he has an innate ability to use the Power of the Hallows in the new universe. Will primarily focus on the elder wand (will appear as wandless, nonverbal magic) and occasional invisibility. He will have power of the resurrection stone but that will not come up often, as its power is universe dependent so he is not able to call up his mum or dad or Sirius or … whoever else to chat. However, there is an arc planned in this story where he will get to use it

Story Note 2 – Even though Harry saved Dr. Strange (the physician) from a car crash and the subsequent damage to his hands, thus preventing his path to becoming Dr. Strange (the superhero). Dr. Strange will reappear and become … (no spoilers)

Story Note 3 – For anyone who has questions about the cellphone reference, even though Harry lived with the Dursleys, and in muggle England I am choosing to believe that cellphones were not a very common piece of technology back then, much less for Harry

Story Note 4 – This story will be inspired by the MCU – Earth 199999, with only one minor change I am slightly changing the spiderman story. As Peter Parker was just a kid (still not spiderman at the time of the battle of new York) am aging him up and might be combining characteristics of the Toby and Tom versions. There might be some other small little changes but they will almost solely be focused on spiderman, if they are present will mention them in a story note as they appear.

Story Note 5 – Ok one other minor change, have aged down the characters a little bit so they will be closer to Harry's age. Nothing unrealistic. But late 20's/early 30's.


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Author Note 1 – New story! Hope you enjoy! Harry Potter Marvel cinematic Universe Crossover. AU. Obviously not epilogue compliant with respect to Harry Potter.

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