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Chapter 7: The Battle of New York Part 5 – Puny Human … Puny God
As the distant roar of one of the space whales echoed through the mostly deserted streets, Harry glanced back toward the city's downtown core. He made a mental note to investigate Momentum Labs after the ongoing battle, whenever an opportunity arose. And maybe he could delve into understanding his magic and diligently work on honing his skills again.
Moments later, another thunderous roar sliced through the quiet streets, however this roar was rather … Hulk-ish in nature. However, Harry had already vanished through apparition, leaving the scene behind.
As Harry had been preparing himself to apparate back to the rooftop where Clint had been, his mind fixated on the desire to find out where he would best be of use. However, his attention was diverted as he watched one of the space whales dip down between a couple of the buildings, several blocks away..
The sight spurred Harry into action and he decided he could at least try and save anyone who was in danger from the whale, doing his to possibly save the innocents, so rather than return to the rooftop with the archer he instead apparated to the top of the building that appeared to alongside the whale's intended path.
Upon appearing on the top of the roof, he wasted no time. Harry swiftly surveyed his surroundings, getting his bearings, before he walked to the edge of the roof and leaned out over the edge to take a look at the approaching whale and then scanning along its apparent path between the buildings.
Harry felt a small wave of relief wash over him as he observed that it was only the tips of the whale-like creature's side fins that were brushing against the buildings. Although he fervently hoped that anyone inside had the insight to stand clear of the windows to avoid the potential danger.
Realizing it would require much more energy than he possessed and he couldn't just dart into each floor of buildings in the path of the space whale, on the off chance of bumping into someone and being able to warn the individuals to stay away from the windows, Harry continued scanning the creature's trajectory. He felt at least slightly reassured that no one seemed directly threatened by the flying behemoth and for the most part it seemed content to not being totally destroying entire buildings.
Just as Harry looked back up at the creature, a sense of frustration surged within him. He lamented once more that his spells were ineffectual against such a massive monster. However, in the midst of his self-doubt, a sudden realization struck him like lightning. The Ancient One's words resurfaced in his mind, the words echoing the idea that while some magic might prove more challenging for him, there would be others that could be easier in this world. Replaying the conversation in his head for the first time, he couldn't help but wonder whether this implied that some of his spells might potentially become stronger and more powerful versions.
"Well ..." Harry muttered, a shrug emphasizing his uncertainty as he scanned the cityscape around the flying whale. "I mean, it's not as if things could get any worse if I give a spell a shot," he murmured to himself, his attention fixated on the approaching alien.
As the massive creature drew nearer, Harry mentally readied himself, delving deep within himself to summon the power necessary to cast a spell at the oncoming behemoth. In the wake of the Ancient One's words, as he was paying more attention to his magic, Harry noticed a slight shift in the flow and feel of the magic coursing through him. The sensation was unfamiliar, but not entirely unwelcome.
Gathering his resolve, Harry allowed the magic to continue to build within him, as he prepared to release the spell. Yet, just as he was poised to cast, he found himself frozen in place, confronted by two almost simultaneous events that caught him off guard.
The first of the startling occurrences was a swift flyby of an alien speeder, yet it wasn't so much the flier as its occupant that gave him pause. This flier didn't carry the usual alien riders that Harry had observed throughout the day. Instead, atop the speeding craft was a figure bearing a human-like appearance, donned in a vibrant green and gold ensemble, crowned with an imposing crown-like thing. Harry's mind raced with the possibility that as Clint had said, this could be Loki. However, before he could process, much less react, to this unexpected sighting, the flier vanished behind a nearby building heading in the direction of Stark Tower, leaving Harry with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.
However, Harry was unable to think about this spectacle as another sight soon captured Harry's attention. He noticed a glint of light radiating from the top of the massive whale, which was now nearly level with the building upon which Harry stood. As Harry focused intently on the back of the whale, his gaze locked onto the source of the light, he realized that the glimmer originated from the reflective surface of a hammer.
To his surprise, the figure wielding the hammer became unmistakable to Harry. He stood beside an imposing, hulking creature, together engaging in combat against the swarm of aliens riding on the back of the colossal alien whale. The realization struck Harry—it was someone he recognized, and his mind quickly connected the dots, recognizing the individual fighting with the mighty hammer.
Before Harry could fully process the recognition of the two heroes, something stole his attention. The Hulk, wielding a sizable piece of the space whale's metallic armor, which it had ripped off, forcefully drove it into the creature's back. The resulting cry of agony echoed through the air, sending shivers down Harry's spine. The creature writhed slightly in discomfort, clearly distressed by the foreign object jutting out from its back. Yet, the initial sound of pain was dwarfed by the deafening roar emitted when the hammer-wielding hero forcefully pounded the metal armor shard deep into the space whale. The agonizing scream resonated for a moment before abruptly ceasing, hinting that it severed something crucial within the creature. In response to the attack, the alien began to fall from the skies, hurtling toward the ground below.
Harry couldn't contain his relief and joy. He found himself smiling involuntarily, a surge of happiness flooding through him as he witnessed the heroes' successful attack on the alien. Part of him had worried that nothing humans possessed was capable of causing harm to such a formidable flying monster … short of an atomic bomb … yet here, before his eyes, the heroes had managed the seemingly impossible.
As Harry glanced down, expecting either the Hulk or Thor to leap off, a sudden wave of dread washed over him. The smile that had briefly graced his face vanished in an instant as he witnessed that the lifeless creature was hurtling toward a structure in its path, its trajectory now unalterable.
Fixated on the building looming in the beast's path, Harry's mind raced back to his impromptu city tour with Dopinder, recalling the significance of the structure in the alien's direct line … Grand Central Station. Through the massive front window adorning the building's facade, Harry could discern tiny silhouettes darting about inside. He quickly realized that numerous individuals might have sought refuge within the station, believing it to be a sanctuary from the chaos consuming the city as a result of the alien invasion. Their assumption … might have held true had it not been for the mammoth space whale, weighing several million tons, hurtling perilously toward the station's front entrance.
Knowing there was no time to spare, Harry swiftly apparated into the foyer of Grand Central Station, the same area he had glimpsed through the enormous window moments before.
The resounding crack signifying his arrival was immediately followed by Harry's urgent cry, amplified by his magic to reach every corner of the station, "Everyone, get to the back wall or down the stairs... now!"
His voice echoed through the vast space, causing a sudden pause among the crowd scattered across the main level. All eyes turned to Harry, fixated on his urgent command.
"NOW!" Harry's voice rang out once more, urgency lacing the word.
Whether it was the sheer volume of his magically amplified voice, the palpable worry easily evident within his tone, or the ominous sound of destruction reverberating from outside as the space whale's massive carcass bore down on the building, a surge of urgency coursed through the people throughout the foyer. Without hesitation, they sprang into action, bolting away from the main wall of the station, heeding Harry's warning and seeking refuge at the back or heading down the stairs.
As Harry swiftly surveyed the chaotic scene unfolding before him, a sense of urgency gripped him tightly. Despite the appearance that a majority of people looked as they had or soon would successfully evacuate to a safer area, he knew that time was running perilously short for a few individuals left within the imminent danger zone. The escalating noise outside indicated the impending collision of the space whale's body with the station's front wall, and Harry estimated mere seconds until the catastrophic impact.
He was pretty sure that based on the momentum of the whale, the impending crash threatened to breach well into the station, and reach deep into the foyer. As Harry scanned the area, he identified two groups still well within the zone of imminent danger. With little time to spare, he assessed their predicaments. Closest to the safe wall, a middle-aged couple struggled forward, the man offering support to his companion, who had a leg in a cast, limping with evident fear etched on their faces. A bit farther back, an elderly couple, slowly made progress as they pushed their walkers, assisted by a young child attempting to quicken their pace.
Realizing he couldn't assist both groups through the use of apparition to safety in the dwindling moments, Harry grappled with the dire decision ahead. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on him, knowing he had to act swiftly if he was to have any hope of rescuing those still in harm's way before the imminent impact.
Understanding the urgency and lack of time for a better solution, Harry promptly apparated next to the elderly couple. As he materialized beside them, the deafening crash of the space whale as it impacted the building's wall reverberated through the atrium, signaling the arrival of inevitable crisis.
With a swift assessment of the situation, Harry's instincts kicked in. He focused his sights on the middle-aged couple situated closer to the edge of danger zone. In a split-second decision, he cast a banishing charm directed at them, while almost simultaneously casting a cushioning charm at a section of the distant wall which he was confident was directly in their path of travel. Without a chance to verify the outcome, due to the immediate pressing circumstances, Harry fervently hoped the banishing charm wasn't stronger than intended and the cushioning charm retained its strength.
Quickly redirecting his attention back to the group he had apparated alongside, Harry readied himself to secure all three individuals and evacuate them from the approaching danger.
However, as Harry turned to face them, his heart sank at the sights before him. The space whale had indeed breached the wall, triggering the collapse of sizable sections of the building, which were being thrown towards them. A wave of horror swept over him as he realized the imminent danger looming above them. However, his immediate concern turned to the trio he had just apparated beside, as his attempt to aid them felt futile in that moment.
Whether it was an error in his apparition or they had taken several paces backwards in response to the sudden appearance of a boy with black hair and intense, vivid green eyes, the elderly couple and the young child were more than several paces away.
Staring at the unexpected wide gap between him and the trio, Harry felt a deep sense of dread grip him. Even if he wanted to help, the distance between them was insurmountable in the time he had left. He knew he couldn't physically reach out to them in time, before safely apparating them out of harm's way. And he was confident that there was no way, due to the toll on his body, that he could perform multiple apparitions in such quick succession, especially as he had already done almost a dozen so far over the last couple hours.
Harry's mind raced as he mentally berated himself for taking on more than he could handle. With deafening crashes echoing around him, the immense chunks of the building that had been plummeting towards the ground began hitting their targets, he realized he was down to his final, desperate plan. He grasped onto a sliver of hope, though a thin one, and hoped against hope that it might just work, even though pessimism clouded his thoughts.
Feeling the new, familiar-ish pulse of magic within him, a force that he had gradually grown more accustomed to as the day had gone on, he summoned every ounce of determination and cried out, "Protego!"
However, the moment the spell left his lips, Harry sensed a profound difference …
Instead of the usual sensation—a light and familiar rush that typically accompanied the spell—this time it felt as if he had plunged into a torrent of magic, an overwhelming current that had threatened to swallow him whole.
Recovering from the immense strain, Harry shook his head to come back to himself. As he looked around, he realized that he had fallen to his knees, a sense of depletion weighing heavily upon him. But amid the physical exhaustion, what truly struck, and almost caused him to lose control of the spell, as he heard pieces of rubble hitting the rubble from the outside, wasn't his weariness, but rather the startling realization that the protective dome he had conjured didn't resemble the usual translucent shield of light.
In disbelief, Harry gazed around and was astonished to find himself within an almost completely opaque barrier of light. Peering through it, the falling rubble from the building's collapse seemed distant and obscure, barely perceptible to the four figures sheltered within.
Examining the shield's solidity, Harry couldn't help but marvel at its strength. Shields of this caliber were reminiscent of defenses he had seen employed by powerful wizards like Dumbledore, Voldemort, or Mad-Eye Moody, certainly not something he had achieved before.
Glancing toward the opposite side of the shield, where the trio sought refuge, Harry offered a reassuring nod and gestured for them to approach. "It's alright, don't worry. You're safe under the dome," he reassured them, hoping to calm their evident mix of wonder and lingering fear.
Startled by Harry's comment, the older couple turned towards him with surprise etched across their faces, seemingly having momentarily forgotten about him amidst the chaos and the appearance of the shield of light
Before anyone could respond, Harry's attention was diverted as a particularly large chunk of rubble collided with the shield. He felt the strain of the spell intensify rapidly, the magical drain growing exponentially. As the exhaustion began to overwhelm him, Harry felt himself teetering on the edge of consciousness, his grip on awareness slipping away.
Struggling against his fatigue, he managed to look back to the others and mumble urgently, "Get … down …," fearing the shield might collapse if he passed out. He hoped his words would pierce through the noise from outside the shield and prompt them to take cover.
Then everything went black …
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"Hey … Hey … Wake Up!"
The urgent voice jolted Harry back to consciousness, and in an instant, the world around him seemed to flood back with light and sound. He sat up abruptly, disoriented, attempting to piece together the events that led to this moment, surveying his surroundings.
His eyes first landed on a young boy, no older than nine or ten, who stumbled backward in surprise at Harry's sudden movement. Memories began to rush back into Harry's mind in flashes, providing fragmented glimpses of recent events.
Dying and then appearing in new world.
Saving the driver from a car crash.
An alien invasion.
A team of actual superheroes.
A magical house.
The sudden recall of his memories hit Harry like a tidal wave.
And then the last memory came to him, as images flooded his mind—the collapse of Grand Central Station's entrance due to the massive body of a space whale, the ensuing shower of debris, … and the remarkable sight of the powerful shield he had somehow managed to conjure.
An instinctual urge to jump to his feet propelled Harry to get up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him, threatening to send him back down. However, before he stumbled, firm grips on both sides steadied him, preventing a fall.
Dazed and struggling against invading darkness at the edges of his vision, Harry blinked to clear his sight. Glancing back and forth between both of his sides, he saw the older couple whom he had rushed to rescue now offering him assistance. Concern etched their faces, although their faces were still tinged with traces of fear from their recent ordeal.
"Are you alright, son?" The older man's voice sounded concerned as he observed Harry, worry lines etched on his face.
Slowly Harry offered a grateful nod, feeling the strength start to slowly rush back to his limbs. "Thanks for that. I'm alright."
The older lady looked at Harry a cautious but appreciative smile on her face, "I think we owe you our lives," she said, her voice expressing a mix of gratitude and awe. "You appeared out of nowhere as that … monster came through the wall … and then all of a sudden, there is this large shield protecting us from the debris falling down. Helping you up is the least we could do."
As Harry shifted his gaze in the direction the lady had been looking, he noticed a couple of things that concerned him. Firstly, the view through his shield was severely obstructed by a near-solid barrier of rubble surrounding the protected area they found themselves in. Yet, a more alarming realization dawned on him—the shield that had previously been an almost completely opaque barrier had now lost its opacity. Instead, it now looked mostly transparent, a state of shield Harry hadn't seen since he had first conjured a shield charm. What was more concerning was its current state; cracks zigzagged along its surface, and in some spots, there were holes, larger than his head, which were allowing small rocks and dust to trickle in.
Harry looked back to the older couple, who had apparently continued speaking while Harry had been trying to get a handle on their situation.
"… out for about thirty seconds. But our grandson couldn't stay away and wanted to thank the young man who saved his life." The old man said proudly, directing his gaze at the young boy.
Harry nodded and shifted his attention toward the little boy, who was nervously standing off to the side, slightly behind his grandparents. "What's your name?" Harry asked.
The boy looked shocked that Harry had spoken to him, causing him to look to his grandparents. Seeing their encouraging nods of approval he looked back to Harry and tried to stand up straighter as he replied. "My name is Ganke … Ganke Lee. What's yours?" He asked bluntly.
Harry beamed at the boy and nodded softly. "I'm Harry. Nice to meet you, Ganke. I saw you taking care of your grandparents earlier and trying to get them out of danger, and that's why I rushed to save you three. However …" Harry paused and gestured to the shield above them, which had somehow managed to grow even fainter since his last look. "… we need to get out from under this rubble quickly. I don't know how much weight is on this shield, and I doubt it can hold out much longer. Think you're up to help me?"
Harry almost laughed at the sight of Ganke's eyes lighting up with determination as his grandmother nodded slowly. "What do you need from us?" she inquired earnestly.
Harry smiled reassuringly at the boy before turning to the older couple. "I'll need you to come close to me. I'm going to try and shrink the shield to cover only the area where we're standing. Hopefully, that will conserve some energy and give us a bit more time. Then, I'll attempt to transfigure some of this rubble and see if I can make a little exit out from under all this."
They all moved closer to Harry, although confusion lingered in their expressions. However, it was the boy who voiced their collective puzzlement. "Transfigure? What's that?" he asked, casting glances between his grandparents and Harry.
With a gentle smile, Harry began to explain as he focused on gradually reducing the shield's size. He was cautious, concerned about the risk of the entire shield collapsing as he didn't want it to abruptly disappear and bury them under the weight of the debris that loomed above.
Disregarding the loud, ominous noise of crumbling debris just outside the shield, Harry nodded while glancing back at the boy. "Yes, transfiguration ... it's basically changing one thing into something else."
The boy's eyes widened in awe before turning to his grandparents. "Wow … I want to learn that!" he exclaimed, brimming with excitement.
Instead of continuing the conversation, however, Harry remained focused on the task at hand. He had managed to minimize the shield to what he believed was a safe size. He was pleased to see that reducing the shield had seemingly strengthened it; it appeared more opaque and no longer displayed any cracks or holes. Ignoring the continued concerned looks he received from the others within the shielded area, Harry concentrated on an area of the shield and created a small opening in the shield to through which he was looking at a solid piece of rubble.
Drawing a deep breath, Harry once more delved into his reservoir of magic, preparing himself to transfigure the rubble into water, anticipating that it would easily wash away between the crevices.
With an unwavering focus fixed upon the debris, Harry silently cast the spell, and to his surprise, he found that the spell required a fraction of the effort and energy he had anticipated. While transfiguration certainly hadn't been his strongest subject, he had always considered himself proficient, particularly in its practical application and when casting. Yet, what he just witnessed was definitely unprecedented. The transfiguration took place almost effortlessly before his eyes, the rubble smoothly liquefying into water that cascaded harmlessly onto the ground and gradually drained away.
As he stared, for a fleeting moment, Harry pondered if this was how his father, reportedly a prodigy in transfiguration, had experienced this branch of magic.
Harry glanced back at the trio standing just a few steps behind him, their wide-eyed shock turning into a mix of wonder and uncertainty. With a reassuring smile, he gestured for them to join him, prompting a faint, cautious nod from each of them.
"See, it's just that easy," Harry said, trying to soothe and put them at ease. "Stick close, though. I'm not certain how much debris we'll need to make our way through. It's better to travel together; I'd rather not try to maintain two shields. Besides, if the tunnel caves in, it's safer for all of us to be nearer to the edges. I'd rather not have to dig my way through the entire pile if it collapses to try and find you."
Worry flickered across their faces, a momentary hesitation evident in their expressions. However, their concern didn't deter them, and all three of them moved to stand closely behind Harry.
To Harry's immense relief, the process of transfiguration demanded minimal effort on his part and the rubble stretched only about ten yards. As the last remnants of debris underwent the transfiguration into water, a collective exhale echoed through the group. They all sighed deeply, their tension releasing as natural sunlight flooded in, replacing the mere slivers that had filtered through the cracks during their time beneath the pile.
Being the first to emerge from the impromptu tunnel, Harry swiftly turned back, extending his assistance to the others. With a supportive hand, he aided the trio in clambering out of the magically crafted passage. Once they were all safely out, he directed their attention to the far wall, where he spotted figures, coated in dust, bustling about.
"You should head over there," Harry suggested, pointing toward the distant figures. "I'm certain there are people who can help you. Make sure you're checked over, and then please make your way to somewhere safe."
The young boy dashed towards Harry, wrapping his arms around Harry's midsection in a grateful hug. "Thanks so much, Mr. Harry!" The boy's enthusiasm didn't allow a moment for Harry to respond before the child pivoted and hurried to assist his grandparents down from the mound of rubble, engaged in animated chatter. "Since we're all okay ... do you think we can still make it to Miles' birthday at the art museum?"
Amidst the exchange, Harry caught the grandfather's laughter, but before the rest of the man's response could reach his ears, a sudden tremor erupted from the direction behind him. Instantly alarmed, Harry pivoted, concerned that the tunnel he had created might have destabilized the heap of debris. However, his apprehension froze him in place as he stared directly into the face of the space whale.
The colossal creature loomed before him, towering at least two stories above, causing Harry's heart to skip a beat. Especially up close, its sheer size and intimidating presence gave him pause.
With mere seconds to absorb the enormity of the creature before him, Harry's attention snapped away as the noise of a scuffle erupted atop the colossal whale, drawing his gaze upward. Taking a couple of swift steps backward to gain a clearer view, he witnessed a startling scene: the green behemoth that Clint had told him was known as the Hulk engaged in a short-lived tussle with the blond-haired hero wielding a hammer. In a powerful display, the Hulk's punch sent Thor hurtling off the back of the space whale, crashing through the distant wall with alarming speed and force.
Harry couldn't help but stagger backward in sheer surprise, his heels colliding with a piece of rubble. His sudden loss of balance sent him sprawling onto a nearby heap of debris, the clamor of his fall inadvertently alerting the formidable green figure to his presence.
From his prone position on the ground, Harry observed with a mix of shock and trepidation as the Hulk scanned the area, quickly identifying him. Without a word spoken, the Hulk leaped down, landing in front of Harry, fixating an intense, wordless gaze upon him.
"Um ... hello there, … Hulk?" Harry's voice wavered slightly as he attempted to break the tense silence between them. The Hulk responded with a slight nod, but remained steadfastly silent, observing Harry's slow attempt to rise to his feet.
"I'm ... Harry," he managed after a moment, his voice hoarse as he cleared his throat. "I'm on your side. I've met Clint and Natasha ..." His words trailed off as he noticed the Hulk taking a step closer, prompting a surge of caution. "I was told not to make you angry ... that I wouldn't like you when you're angry."
A gruff noise escaped the Hulk, almost resembling a snort that could pass as a part of a laugh. His deep voice rumbled back, "Puny Human ... Ally?"
Harry found himself briefly amused by the reaction before nodding in affirmation. "Um ... yes, … I guess... this 'puny human' is your ally, … definitely not an enemy. I've been trying to save lives and help people all morning," he added, gesturing toward the trio he had just helped who were almost along the wall and were slowly making their way out of the expansive atrium, towards one of the smaller hallways.
The Hulk halted, as though contemplating his response, his imposing figure pausing before he nodded slightly and emitted a hefty grunt. Slowly, he began to pivot, as if ready to move away from Harry.
But Harry's memory flashed with the image he had witnessed just before entering the station: the human-like figure with the crown riding one of the flyers alongside aliens, heading toward the Stark Tower.
"Wait ... Hulk … Mr. Hulk?" Harry interjected, his voice wavering with urgency. The colossal figure turned, pivoting to face him. "I believe their leader was headed to Stark Tower. I ... I think he might be a god ..."
To Harry's surprise, a grin spread across the Hulk's face, his features contorting into an almost thrilled expression. This time a deep, rumbling laugh erupted from him. "Puny god."
With that declaration, the Hulk pivoted away once more, emitting a thunderous roar as he propelled himself upward, leaping from halfway up the closest building before bounding from one building to the next with an incredible display of strength and agility, thundering toward Stark Tower in the distance.
Harry's smile lingered for several moments, a sense of relief washing over him as to the fact that the Hulk wasn't an enemy. Despite the Hulk being only slightly larger than Hagrid, Harry harbored no doubts about the vast difference in their strengths. He reckoned that even a full-sized giant would likely only survive several seconds in a fight with the Hulk.
Turning his attention away, Harry scanned the atrium, discovering that the people within seemed relatively unharmed. They were lending aid to one another, a hint of order gradually returning. Acknowledging the stares directed his way, Harry offered a nod to those closest to him, who were likely staring at him because of his conversation with the Hulk, before waving a brief goodbye. Then, without hesitation, he sprinted along the base of the alien whale, darting through the hole it had created in the wall until he stood outside, facing the open sky.
As Harry surveyed the surroundings, his movements halted abruptly. A surge of panic gripped him as he observed another space whale flying down the street in his their general direction. Instant regret gnawed at him for sending the Hulk away moments before. Despite his newfound ease with transfiguration and a stronger shield charm, Harry couldn't shake the overwhelming sense that the approaching beast was far beyond his capabilities to handle alone.
As if singling out Harry among the chaos or, more likely, possibly taking notice of the fallen body of its own kind, the alien creature emitted a deafening roar. It abruptly redirected its course, aiming itself toward the remnants of Grand Central Station, seemingly intent on completing what its fellow creatures had initiated when crashing into the structure.
Realizing he had to take action, Harry shook his head in hopes that a better plan would come to him before any harm came his way. With a resigned shrug, he made a decision and disapparated from his precarious position in front of the remnants of Grand Central Station ...
... only to reappear instantly, finding himself now standing on the back of the space whale.
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Kryn Womble - That's totally fair feedback, some parts might feel a little drawn out but the way I saw them happening when I wrote them is that they happened pretty quickly. Just wanted to get a lot of the explanations out of the way.
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Story Note – There are only two more chapters in the Battle of New York before Harry will be given the opportunity to start exploring the world and making connections. Wanted to write the battle in detail as I had been asked and had never done so before. And this way Harry will get a chance to meet most of the Avengers and they will be aware of him. The two Avengers that he does not formally meet will have their own storylines coming up with him.
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