Standard Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to Harry Potter or Invincible. All properties therein are those of their creators. I am only a writer working on my skills with worlds and characters that I love.

Note: Probably an unnecessary warning here if you've seen the show or read the comics, but brutality is inbound with this work. Nolan is a harsh trainer, even when he means well, and Harry… can it really be surprising that a warrior trained by Omni-Man would be a bit bloodthirsty?

Note: Mark is gonna be in his Freshman year in this story so he's about three or four years younger than in the show. Why? Cause I want Harry to do a bunch of cool shit from the story and I believe having him around would speed up Omni-Man's timeline.

Chapter Two - Berserker

Eight Years Later

"Harder!" Nolan shouted as he rocketed forward in the sky and slammed his fist into his son's stomach, nearly sending him into the stratosphere. When he finally caught up to his gasping progeny he declared, "You need to strike harder."

Harry raised his head and his normally brightly gleaming green eyes hardened into a dangerous glint as he winked out of existence before coming up beneath his father and driving an uppercut into his jaw that knocked him the rest of the way into space. Instead of following he waited where he was, and when the red and white suited man came flying back to reengage he roared and shot out to meet him him in a flurry of hand to hand combat that actually had the older man sweating.

His son was fast, incredibly so, and the angrier he got the quicker and more brutal he became. It was a lesson they'd learned the hard way over the last several years of intense Viltrumite training. Harry was a berserker in every sense of the word, a prodigy with his powers, and an absolute monster when stressed to anger. The hardest part had been training him up to the point where he no longer lost himself completely to the battle rage. Even now, there were times when he came close.

What made him even more deadly was how quickly he'd learned the Viltrum forms of hand to hand combat. He was a few hundred years too young to actually threaten his father, but any other hero on earth would have a hell of a time if they decided to stand in Harry's way.

They sparred together for another hour before the sun began to rise above the horizon and they had to return or risk the younger of them being late for school. All-powerful alien forces of badassery they may be, but neither of them wanted to hear the tonguelashing from Debbie that that action would bring their way.

So, Nolan being happy with the progress shown, and Harry gasping for breath, the two men descended back down to a more reasonable height and slowly glided back down to their house's backyard. Both men always found it strange how pretty much no one ever noticed them landing or taking off from that spot. People just never seemed to look up.

Nolan entered his bedroom window and Harry did the same with his own to get ready for the day. He showered, shaved, dressed in jeans, a black long sleeved shirt and a light jacket that did nothing to hide the definition of his muscles, and put on a pair of clear lens round glasses. His vision was perfect of course, but when his powers had activated his parents had decided it would be a good plan to have something that differentiated his face from his future hero persona since he didn't want to wear a mask. It was a strategy based on an old comic book character named Clark Kent. To that end, the jagged scar that had once marred his forehead had also been fixed with plastic surgery. That hero persona had been in the works for a while now, and since he had finished all of his senior year's homework in advance (super speed and perception came in real handy, and it was actually how his dad made his living, writing entire novels in a day) he was pretty much set to start this year with no extra work taking up his evenings, finally freeing him up to get out there and start saving some lives… until it was time to subjugate them beneath his boot. Yes, he was looking forward to that last part. Say one thing about Harry Grayson, say he was a conqueror at heart.

He loaded up his macbook, textbooks, and various chargers into his backpack and finally left his room, only to bump into Mark as he was leaving the bathroom himself. Seems he was getting a bit of a later start himself this morning. Mark, though not yet powered himself, was very smart for his age and had actually managed to jump a couple of grades to make it to Freshman year. They were looking forward to being in the same school, at least for a while.

"Hey, be careful." Harry noted as he gripped his brother's arm to stop his momentum from sending the shorter boy falling over.

"Yeah, sorry bout that, bro." Mark smiled self-deprecatingly. "I need to do better about watching where I'm going."

"Nah, I should have been paying better attention. I'm always a little spacey after training with dad."

The younger teen's head fell at those words, and Harry mentally kicked himself for being so blase about that situation. Having just turned fourteen Mark still hadn't developed any powers and it was clear to the entire family how much it depressed him. Their dad was pretty sure it was only a matter of time, but who could be sure when half his cells were human. As a result of his current status though, he'd been told the same fake backstory as their mom and the American government had. That Viltrum was peaceful and that Omni-Man was just here to help. It wasn't safe for him to know the truth until he was fully trained and able to add his strength to the cause while also protecting himself.

Hoping to take his bro's mind off his powerless status he sniffed mightily and proclaimed, "Mom made waffles! Let's go!"

The plan worked and Mark actually smirked at the literal dust trail his big brother left in the hall as a result of his mad rush to the kitchen. It was well known that waffles were his all time favorite food. Especially loaded up with strawberries and whipped cream. His mom often bemoaned the fact that Viltrumites could eat such things as much as they wanted and not get fat.

Harry was working on his third gloriously golden confection when his brother finally made it down the stairs and his mom was simply smiling at the sight as her husband worked on his own plate of eggs at the same speed.

"You two seem more famished than usual. I take it you had a good workout this morning?" She asked.

Nolan nodded as he put his fork down at last. "You have no idea. I've said it before but I'll say it again, Harry is a straight up prodigy. In fact…" He trailed off leadingly, looking to the nearest closet. "I'd say it's about time."

Debbie suddenly seemed quite nervous. "Really, Nolan? He's not even out of school yet."

"There are teenagers younger than him working to make the world a better place on a daily basis, and as his trainer I can easily say that he's ready to get out there."

Sitting heavily beside her husband, Debbie took his hand in her own for strength. "And you'll look out for him while he's out there?"

"We already talked about this. Of course I will." Nolan stood up and walked to the closet, "Come over here, son."

Harry did so, and when his father opened the closet door he beheld the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. A super suit, and it was all his. The object in question was clearly meant to be skin-tight, with detailed lines that he just knew would mold perfectly to his muscles. The coloring was all black with the exception of a crimson cape, gloves, and boots that just made the entire thing pop. There was no mask but the chest had a stylized B emblazoned on the center.

"B?" He asked.

"Berserker." Nolan grinned. "After seeing how you get in training I can easily say it's a name that fits. When you get back from school you can toss it on and we'll head out so I can show you the ropes."

On his other side, his mom came up and wrapped her arm around his shoulder. "Just promise to be safe, okay? I worry enough about your father already."

"I will be, mom. And besides, there isn't a lot that can actually hurt me."

"You'd be surprised. I've had to help your dad recover more than once."

As her husband and oldest continued going over the specifics of the suit, Debbie returned to the table and laid a comforting hand on Mark's shoulder. Her youngest was gazing jealousy upon the new uniform and she could not blame him. He'd grown up in a house with the world's greatest hero, and if that wasn't expectation enough, he'd also had to watch his big brother develop his own abilities and train beside the same man while he was stuck on the ground. She knew how rough it had been for him.

"Just give it time, Mark. I'm sure it'll happen."

"But when, mom? I'm already fourteen, and Harry got his powers when he was ten!"

"Harry is… special. Even your father says he's a prodigy, which makes him far from the norm. Just be patient. And even if it doesn't happen at all, your father and I will still love you no matter what."

Though he still wasn't happy, Mark understood the truth of those words, and quickly went back to his meal. He figured the sooner he got done and went on his way to classes, the less time he had to spend watching his big brother ew and awe over the suit.

When the time came and the boys took off on their bikes, Debbie took her husband by the arm. "Nolan, you've spent an awfully large amount of time with Harry the last few years…"

"Of course. With how quickly his powers developed he needed a lot of hands-on training."

"I understand that completely. However, he's finally ready to 'suit up' and go out on his own. Don't you think it's time that you started giving some of that attention to Mark too? He hasn't said anything, but I know he's felt a bit neglected. With your hero work, training Harry, and working on your novels, you haven't exactly spent a lot of time with our youngest."

"Hm." Nolan seemed troubled at those words. "I hadn't realized… Harry just needed me more and… Debbie how can I fix this?" Nolan really did love both of his sons and it pained him that he was hurting one. Even if it was for the betterment of his people.

"Just try to be in his life more. Play catch with him, help him with his homework, watch some of those stupid zombie movies you both like with him." (She would never be able to understand why those two liked such horrible films. It was a mystery to Harry too.) "Just show him that you care about him, regardless of if he is powerless, and everything will work itself out."

He cupped her face gently in hands that could crush solid rock without any major effort. "I'll do that, honey. I love both of our sons, and you. You know that, don't you?"

"Of course." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "And I love you… and your glorious mustache." She ran her finger over his lip hair and smirked as he swept her into his arms. "You know, the kids are both gone, and we have our morning open…"

"Say no more." A brush of wind later, and the living room was missing a happily married couple. Their bedroom was not.

Two Weeks Later

Harry was on cloud nine. School was going at a fine rate since he had no homework, his dad was finally spending some quality time with his brother (removing the guilt he'd been carrying about monopolyzing his time), and after receiving the basics of hero work tutorials from his old man, he was finally soaring through the skies in his super suit, ready to introduce the world to Berserker.

The only problem he was running into was a lack of crime. It wasn't like he was his dad or a member of the Guardians of the Globe. He didn't have a special pager letting him know where the major baddies were showing up. Flying around endlessly was fun and all, but it wasn't making his name famous, and a famous name would give him access to bigger and more important people and heroes throughout the world, effectively placing him in the perfect place to end them all when the time came.

There was one way to fix that. He flew up high and opened his sense of hearing to its highest setting. His ears weren't nearly as good as his dad's, but he could still cover several states at once if he pushed himself like he was doing now. So it was, as he floated in the open air, that he heard the distinct sounds of sirens and explosions. Jackpot.

Reangling his body for maximum velocity he rocketed through the clouds until he reached a section replaced with smoke and flying debris. Harry slowed at once and stared down at the carnage being wrought. What looked like a giant green lizard-man was throwing cars, boulders, and people alike this way and that across a large bridge.

He was all set to go in and handle the situation when he noticed another airborne entity approaching. Deciding to hold back and see what developed, he folded his arms over his chest in a pose of respite and simply watched as a large hoverbike finally came fully into view with three people riding on top of it. A fourth was flying along beside it. Interesting. He'd not known of a new hero team in the area.

As the monster continued to rampage, a brown robot, red suited teenager, a noticeably hot asian chick, and a nearby flying redhead leapt from the air to pose in formation before him. "Halt, evildoer!" The robot proclaimed, "You face the Teen Team now!"

"Teen Team?" The beast showed its first sign of intelligence since any of the heroes had arrived and stomped around to face them head on. "They sent a bunch of random teenagers to fight me? Inconceivable! I surely warrant the Immortal at least!"

"Pshaw!" The red suited man joked, "You're an escaped lab iguana. The Immortal actually has important shit to deal with, and you aren't it. I'm Rex-plosion, and my team's gonna take you down." Having said his piece, the boy threw a handful of what looked like quarters at the beast. Upon impact they all exploded in its face, and he turned with a mocking smile, to brag no doubt, only to screech like a child as a scaled hand shot from the smoke, gripped his coat, and sent him flying through the air like a ragdoll.

Harry sighed at the sight as the redhead chased after him. How was it that he was so new to the job, yet these people felt like the rookies? Still maintaining his pose he began to drift down toward the fight and found a surprising sight waiting for him. The robot was crashed through a nearby toll booth and trying unsuccessfully to pull himself free, but the Asian girl was doing something incredibly interesting. It seemed her power was self-duplication, because there were over a dozen of her running around the lizard-man. A couple were in constant motion to confuse its eyes while four more were restraining his legs and the rest were climbing on his back, trying to restrain his arms and bear the monster to the ground. At least one of them was capable of critical thinking.

Deciding to help the girl out, he continued approaching the ground until he was left hovering a couple feet off the earth directly in front of the struggling… pair? Group?

It took a couple moments but they eventually noticed him, and when they did he uncrossed one arm to point to the side. "Ms., you may want to get off of him now. You won't want to be in the way of what happens here."

Now, Dupli-Kate had no idea who this mystery man was, but she did know a good piece of advice when she heard it. Focusing her will she drew all of her copies back into her original self, and then ran from her position holding the lizard's left leg.

Once she was free, Harry squared up against the monster and said, "I don't really know or care about who you are or why you're destroying this bridge. But this world isn't meant to be harassed or hurt by the likes of you." In an instant he shot forward, maneuvered between the monster's legs, grabbed his tail, and yanked him up into the sky behind him. He flew on and on and up into space itself.

Once there, he released the tail and maneuvered in front of the lizard-man so he could watch the freezing of its skin and bulging of its eyes. Yes, he wanted to watch as the life left its body. The whole process only took a few seconds, lizards being cold blooded and all. Ah the benefits of being one of the few beings able to survive in space. Mwahahahahaha. Once he was sure the thing was actually dead he grabbed it once more and flew back down to the location of his pickup before slamming the corpse into the earth hard enough to leave a crater. Always good to make doubly sure a foe won't be getting back up, and it looked damn impressive to the bystanders.

Said bystanders were cheering and clapping from behind the cars they'd been using as makeshift barricades. Harry simply stood floating over the dead body of his foe and waved cheerily to them all as a reporter and her cameraman made their way over to him. Supposedly they'd been covering the battle.

"Hello there, I'm Samantha Roth of Super News Today. First I want to speak for all of us here by thanking you for taking care of that villain."

"It was nothing, Samantha, I was just doing what anyone else would have in my position."

"Don't sell yourself short, sir. That was a mighty impressive bit of hero work. That being said, I don't remember your work ever being covered before."

Harry chuckled lightly at that and adopted his usual pose of floating in the air with his arms crossed over his chest. "I'd be surprised if you had. This is actually my first real day on the job. The name's Berserker."

Samantha shared a look with her cameraman and said, "That is quite the interesting name. Seeing as this is apparently your debut, do you have a message for the people watching?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do." Harry glided forward until he was filling the frame of the camera lens. "People of Earth, I am Berserker, and I am here to protect you. When Omni-man is offworld fighting for the survival of our planet, when the Guardians of the Globe are in a different dimension battling a demonic horde, you will have no need to fear because of their absence, because I will still be here to watch over you. I pledge here and now to help make our world a safer and better place for you all."

"An excellent message." The reporter nodded, signaling her camera to turn back to her. "This has been Samantha Roth, signing off." The recording light dimmed out. "Well, Mr. Berserker, I certainly hope to see more of you in the future. Someone with your power is always good for public morale and ratings."

"Thank you, Ms. Roth. Drive safely." the news people moved off, and Harry was all set to do the same before an angry shout of, "Hey, asshole!" had him turning back to the field of battle. The apparent team from before had regrouped and were now approaching him now that the excitement had visibly faded.

Finally given a moment to actually examine them in depth, Harry took stock of the 'Teen Team'. He was not overly impressed. The leader, as he noted before, seemed to be a robot, but the minute twitches of motion in its head and neck denoted a human mind at work. Machines were not that inefficient with movement. The red suited teen next to him was the one that had spoken and even with his mask he appeared to be maybe two or three years older than Mark, but still younger than himself. Everything about his posture screamed arrogance, as did the quirked frown on his lips. The redhead that had chased after him was holding his hand, (were they dating?), and she was wearing a standard pink leotard suit design. It was a common choice for young heroes, but dammmmmnnnnn did she make it look good. Those legs were absolutely killer. What was someone as beautiful as her doing with an ass like the explosion guy? At his best guess she was a year or two younger than himself. Finally, there came the brunette Asian girl that had actually managed to be of some use in the fight. She was bringing up the rear and actually looked like she might be his age. Harry couldn't help noticing how well the black and blue design of her outfit highlighted her curves and svelte beauty. Now that he thought about it, his dad always was reminding him to think of the bloodline… hm possibilities…..

Harry dutifully waited for them all to catch up, finally allowing himself to land fully on the ground. "Can I help you?" He asked calmly as the group managed to reach him.

The robot raised a hand as if to greet him, but the red guy pushed past him and jabbed a finger into his chest. Harry smirked at the way the other teen grimaced and pulled it back to rub the no doubt bruised bone. "Who the hell do you think you are? We had that guy right where we wanted him. There was no need for you to interfere and steal the spotlight."

Raising a brow, Harry answered, "I'm Berserker, as I made clear to that lovely reporter over there." He nodded to the retreating news van on the other end of the bridge. "As for having it where you wanted it, well, I highly doubt that. If your plan from the start was to get sent tumbling through the air like a bitch and need to be rescued by your galpal here while your only competent team member," he winked at the blushing black haired girl, "tried to take care of business in your absence, then kudos, you did exactly what you planned to do. If, however, that was not the case, then you should be glad I stepped in before anymore innocent lives were lost. I actually hung back at first and gave you lot a chance to handle this on your own and you blew it, so don't blame me for finishing it."

Stepping in front of the angry teen whose face now looked as red as his suit, the redhead said, "Rex, he's right. We really weren't ready to deal with that thing just yet, so please, calm down." Leaving her man to do just that, the girl approached Harry and held out her hand. "I don't know if you got it from our… introduction," she cringed at just how corny that seemed now, "But we're the Teen Team. A new, state sanctioned, group of superheroes in the area. I'm Atom Eve, that's Rex-plosion, Robot is over there, and this is Dupli-Kate." She grabbed the only other female on the team by the elbow, and pushed her blushing friend directly into the new hero's line of sight. Oh yes, she was so going to tease her later for this reaction. Yes he was admittedly very easy on the eyes, noticeably muscular, and heroic, but still….

"Dupli-Kate, eh? Clever name. I'm delighted to meet you." Harry took the girl's hand in his own and kissed the back of it gently. His mom had raised a gentleman after all.

"R-Right back at you." Kate stuttered before stepping back. She wasn't used to positive male reactions from anyone other than Rex, and that guy was just plain annoying, and a little bit creepy, about it. Especially since he had a girlfriend already. This man though, he was something else. Tall, strong, a killer jawline, and damn but he looked good in that black suit. She wasn't much for capes normally but he was pulling it off flawlessly.

"I certainly hope to see more of you soon, Kate, can I call you Kate?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Excellent. Well, until we meet again… Kate." He purred her name at the end and smirked as her blush deepened. "Goodbye everyone." Harry slowly rose into the air, gave a final wave, and took off in search of more prey, villains, more villains. Perhaps he'd meet those girls again on patrol going forward. He certainly hoped so. It would certainly be nice to have their company without the red suited dick around.