GUARDIAN OF THE SOUL: INFINITY SAGA
Ch.1 A New Universe
As Harry's consciousness ebbed back, he found himself lying face down, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself.
The last thing he remembered was Voldemort's killing curse and the green embrace of death.
'But am I dead?'
The question reverberated through his body as he felt the coolness of the surface he was lying on, making him acutely aware of the fact that he was naked and the fact that he retained his senses.
Harry opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by a bright mist. His surroundings were not hidden by cloudy vapor; rather, the cloudy vapor had not yet formed into his surroundings. The floor on which he lay seemed to be white and made of marble.
He sat up. His body appeared unscathed. He touched his face. He was not wearing glasses anymore. Then a noise reached him through the unformed nothingness surrounding him: the small soft thumpings of footsteps.
Someone was coming.
For the first time, he wished he were clothed. Barely had the wish formed in his head, and the mist around him enveloped his body before receding, leaving him fully clothed, wearing what looked to be an expensive bespoke suit that would've made Vernon treat him like royalty.
Why did the mist clothe him in a suit, that too one so expensive? Harry had no idea.
A part of his mind suggested that he might be in heaven. It certainly was a possibility. White mist and great clothes seemed like a pure heaven vibe, after all.
"I assure you that you aren't in heaven, Harry Potter," An ethereal voice said from behind, making Harry turn.
A lady wearing a pitch-black silk gown that contrasted with the white mist around the place stood behind him, watching him curiously with her beady black eyes. Her pitch-black hair was tied in a bun, only allowing a few articulate strands of black hair to fall down her face.
Harry felt goosebumps erupt across his body at her sight.
"Rise, young one."
Harry's feet obeyed the command before he could process what was happening.
"W-who are you?" Harry asked guardedly. "And, am I dead?"
"In a sense, yes. You are dead." She said, "But, you aren't."
Harry blinked, processing the words.
"Thanks. That clears it up."
The lady's lips quivered into a smile. "It is rather confusing, isn't it? Then again, the mortal mind isn't meant to comprehend every single thing."
Harry didn't miss the way she called him mortal.
Which should mean he wasn't dead. Right?
"No, you are not dead, but you are," She said as if reading his mind. "Maybe, I should introduce myself. I am Death."
Silence rang through the place, articulated by the thumping of Harry's heart before he spoke.
"Death. Like the one who gave the three brothers the Hallows?"
"Indeed. And from what I gathered, you gathered all three of those. The cloak of invisibility, the resurrection stone, and the Elder wand, which you obtained from Draco Malfoy."
Flashes of his fight at the Malfoy Manor flew past his eyes.
"But Draco—"
"Disarmed your headmaster, winning the allegiance of the wand. And in turn, you disarmed him, winning the wand."
"So, I am the Master of Death now?"
No sooner had Harry uttered the words than he found himself kneeling at the feet of Death, an invisible force holding him in place.
"I assure you, Harry Potter," Death said, her voice still ethereal as the first time she had spoken. "That I have no master. My existence predates the Multiverse and most other beings in it. It would take more than you uniting three objects made from a mere iota of my power to even challenge me."
"I am sorry," He said breathlessly. The invisible force pressed him for a moment before receding.
"I do not blame you. But, to answer your question, you did become the Master of Death in a sense. The master of your own death." She added.
"Excuse me?" Harry asked, looking up, straight into the eyes of Death.
"The Hallows carried a boon. The one who united them shall decree the moment of their own demise. Or in other words, they get to decide when they die, regardless of the circumstances they faced. And you, Harry Potter, decided to die moments after touching the third Hallow." Death said, giving Harry an impassive stare.
"I had no choice. I couldn't let my friends die. So, I surrendered."
"A noble sacrifice," Death commented, her voice still ethereal.
Closing his eyes, Harry took a deep breath. "Why am I here?"
"That is an interesting question," Death said before falling silent, making Harry open his eyes and rise to his feet.
"I— see, Miss Death, I— I just want to know what is about to happen. It is not every day that a simple incident leads to me meeting with— well, you."
"Indeed. If you call dying a simple incident."
"Can I… go back?"
"No."
"So, I am dead?"
"Not quite."
Harry's eye twitched, his politeness giving way to anger born of sheer frustration.
"Can you not speak in riddles?" He scowled.
Death tilted her head to the side, gazing at him with her black eyes. As Harry stared into her eyes, he realized that they weren't normal. They were swirling black vortexes. Images flashed past Harry's eyes. Wars. Carnage. Nuclear bombs going off. A peach-colored planet bursting in a spectacular explosion.
Suddenly, he was shoved back into reality.
"I see. Let me put this simply. You are dead in your own universe. And, by my own rules, what is dead can never be resurrected. Not truly. You may return as a ghost, your spirit may be called by the Resurrection Stone, or your body may be reanimated as an Inferi, but the result is nothing more than the faintest glimmer of who you were."
"So, I— I cannot go back, can I?"
"No, you can't go back, Harry Potter. You died in that world, taking down Tom Riddle's Horcrux that was in your scar alongside the power of the Elder wand."
"Where did the wand come from?" Harry asked, irritation lacing his voice.
"You were the last master of the Elder Wand. You died on your own terms instead of being defeated or murdered. It was a glorified suicide. The power of the wand died with you. The wand is nothing but a stick."
"But Voldemort is still alive."
"No, he is not."
"But his snake—"
"Was killed by Neville Longbottom shortly after your demise. Minerva McGonagall, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Filius Flitwick, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley then fought Voldemort himself at once, taking him down once and for all." Death said.
Harry felt his heart hammer in his chest.
They had won. Voldemort was no more.
"I am afraid that you have already been dead for days in that world," Death continued. "Days since the war ended. Your funeral has also taken place and you have been buried beside your parents at the cemetery in Godric's Hollow. The world mourns your sacrifice. And that is why it is too late to go back."
The news of his death didn't dampen Harry's elation. What mattered was that Voldemort had been defeated.
That Voldemort was dead.
"We won," Harry whispered. "We actually won."
"Now, that leaves you, Harry Potter. Here, in front of me. And I offer you a choice."
"A choice?" Harry breathed.
"To die. Or make a new life."
"You said I couldn't go back," Harry said carefully.
"Not to your universe. To another one, a little similar to your own, yet very different."
"What do you mean? Are there… more universes than one?"
Death sighed, showing the first real emotion in her voice. "Does the word Multiverse mean anything to you?"
"No?"
She took a deep breath. "The Multiverse is a cumulation of infinite possibilities. Every action you, or any living being, takes influences the reality of the universe they are in. For instance, there are universes in which Neville Longbottom was the Boy-Who-Lived. Universes where your parents lived. Universes where Sirius Black raised you. Universes where you went to Slytherin. And there are universes where… you and the wizarding world don't exist."
"Oh," Harry said. "And… you were created before these universes?"
"Yes, I, alongside Eternity, Infinity, and the living tribunal, created the Multiverse, in fact."
"Who are they?"
"All-powerful beings like me," She waved dismissively. "But that is not important. I need an answer. Do you want another chance? Or do you wish to die?"
"What lies ahead of me if I choose the former?" Harry questioned.
"A new chance. A new life. You are still very young. You can live your new life. Settle down. Have a family. Do what mortals do." Death shrugged.
Harry paused before narrowing his eyes. "What's the catch?"
"For someone who has a choice, you are particularly ungrateful." She said, staring down at Harry.
"Maybe. But there is always a catch. Why would an all-powerful being who created thousands of universes gi—"
"Millions." Death said.
"Pardon?"
"Millions of universes."
"Yes, Millions. But why would you personally give me this choice? That, too, such a tempting one."
"Indeed. Why would I choose you? The answer is simple. Because I have a job for you."
Ah, the catch. Here it was.
"What job?" Harry asked steadily.
"Are you accepting that offer?" Death countered.
"I will decide once I know what job you have for me," Harry said shortly.
Death pursed her lips before waving her hand. "Come, let us sit and talk. Tea?"
A table had appeared beside them with two steaming cups of tea on it.
Harry mentally shrugged and took a seat across from Death. It wasn't every day you had tea with an all-powerful being who was offering you a new chance at life.
"As you seem interested in going forward instead of dying, I will enlighten you a little about the workings of the greater Multiverse. To keep it simple for your mortal brain, each universe is different in ways more than one. And, then, there are levels of universes. The highest level universes have divine interference and cosmic beings working actively amongst them."
"Like gods?" Harry asked, as the taste of earl gray flooded his tongue.
"You could say that, yes. In a sense, or even in mortal terms, they are gods. But in reality, they are only beings with greater and innate access to the multiversal energies or at least one of them. There are levels of cosmic beings as well, depending on how well they can manipulate the energy. On the top, is me, along with Eternity, Infinity, and the Living Tribunal. Us six—"
"Wait, you, eternity, infinity, and Living Tribunal. That's four." Harry interrupted.
"The Living Tribunal is a cumulation of three minds. He has three heads. Don't bother." Death added with a glare, as Harry opened his mouth. "Now, as I was saying, it is us, the creators of the Multiverse. After us, things change. Now, I shall talk of the universe I plan to send you into. It is a prime universe, one of the closest to us. Close enough that we sometimes interfere indirectly that too, very, very, very seldom, if it catches our fancy."
Harry's eyebrows rose. "Like right now?"
Death smiled thinly. "Yes, like right now."
"Tell me more about this universe. How is it different from my own, Miss Death?"
Death nodded. "It all started with the dawn of the universe. The Big Bang happened under our influence, multiplying the power we put in exponentially and going boom. It was one of the first universes created, and we didn't anticipate the exponential multiplication of our powers."
"But… aren't you omnipotent? Shouldn't you have known what would happen?"
Death hesitated. "Not really. We may exist outside time, but that doesn't mean that we didn't make rookie mistakes when we were young. This was one of them. And by the time we realized it, it was too late to just erase this universe without disturbing the greater Multiverse."
"What happened?"
"The excessive energies resulted in interesting things. The Big Bang sent six elemental crystals hurtling across the new, virgin universe. These were the Infinity Stones. Each one controls an essential aspect of existence."
As she spoke, the air between them rippled, and images, almost seemingly real, began to appear between them.
A glowing blue cube as big as Harry's face shattered into pieces, revealing an uneven blue stone pulsing with power within.
"Space." Death breathed.
A moment later, the blue stone drifted to the side and a writhing mass of red energy appeared before merging into a glowing red stone.
"Reality."
It joined the blue stone at the side before a gray sphere appeared. It, too, broke away to reveal a glowing purple stone.
"Power."
As the power stone joined the space and reality stone at the side, an orangish-golden stone appeared.
"Soul."
A spear-like object appeared before a yellow stone separated from its crown, pulsing with power.
"Mind."
And the last, an amulet appeared before opening to reveal a glowing green-colored stone.
"—and Time. These are the infinity stones, formed with the birth of the universe. Objects of near infinite power." Death said.
Harry stared at the space, as the last pinpricks of the images vanished.
"How powerful are these stones?"
"To quantify their power would be to quantify the drops of water in the sea or the stars in the sky. Each stone controls a vital aspect of existence. To manipulate even one at full power— Let us say, if a being powerful enough to stand the power of these stones wields them at once, they would possess enough power to break down the boundaries of the universes and dismantle the guardians of the boundaries we have created."
"And eventually, they might pose a threat to you."
"Not really. Enough to injure one of us? Yes. To defeat? That is a very far-fetched possibility. But the thing is, if someone breaks the boundaries of the Multiverse, they might get access to the powers of the other universes… including infinity stones or similar items in other universes. Together, they might be enough to… overthrow us."
There was the real reason for this. The actual need.
"Also," Death continued. "If the boundaries of the Multiverse are broken, there will be consequences. Very grave consequences that your mortal mind would be unable to comprehend. Every action has a ripple effect, Harry Potter. But someone using the infinity stones to break the boundaries of the Multiverse will be akin to a tsunami sweeping the Multiverse. Something that will eventually lead to the annihilation of every universe."
Harry could hear his heartbeat through his silence. Death's voice still echoed in his ears.
"And, what do you want me to do? Keep such threats in check?" Harry asked.
"That would be a mammoth of a job. No, I have an easier way. This."
She extended her palm to reveal a glowing orangish-golden stone in her hand.
Power pulsed from the stone, sending a tingle down Harry's spine. A tingle of fear, excitement, and power. Uncontainable, unfathomable power.
"Is that—" Harry asked as the stone pulsed with energy. An aura of golden energy seemed to surround it. It was beautiful.
"The soul stone, yes. One of the infinity stones. It has— DON'T TOUCH IT!"
Harry immediately jumped and retracted his hand that was drifting to touch the stone without him even realizing it.
"Touch it with your bare hands, and it will turn you to ashes even in this realm. What part of infinite power went above your head?" Death asked heatedly. "You are still a mortal who is yet to channel higher energies beyond your own magic. Even with your magic protecting you, the stone will burn your being to ashes if you touch it with your bare hands."
Harry apologized hastily as Death leveled him with a deadly glare.
"Good," She said as he wilted under her continued glare. "In due time, you would know how to touch an object, even an infinity stone, without being harmed. But, for now, precaution is the best."
The stone rose from Death's palm, and golden and black strands of magic began to form around the stone, encompassing it. The tingle of unbidden power receded as the lines solidified into a beautiful amulet attached to a necklace.
"This shall limit the stone's power to a mere one-hundredth of its full potential unless you consciously and properly channel its powers. Even then, it shall only go to a third of its full potential… which admittedly is more than enough to raze a full planet if used destructively."
Harry's eyes widened.
The stone could destroy a full planet at only a third of its power.
But before he could speak, Death held up a hand.
"Do not fret, Harry Potter. It would take a lot more than a mere mishap on your side to do so. It would take you practice and knowledge to channel that much power. Right now, the power is limited. Very very limited."
"Are you—" Harry hesitated. "Are you sure it is wise to give me this much power?"
"You would need it," Death replied bluntly. "This is both a responsibility and a gift. The soul stone is the least fickle of the six. It doesn't seek to harm, destroy or possess its wielder, unlike the reality, power, and the mind stone. It is the most stable. Also, it has rather unparalleled healing abilities as it harnesses the very life force of existence. In your hands, this power will do nothing but good for both humanity and the universe. And before you ask how I know this, remember whom you are speaking to."
Harry closed his eyes before taking a deep breath.
Death herself was assuring that the stone in front of him would do the world… no, the Multiverse a great service if he took up the duty to protect the stone. He only had two choices. To shoulder the responsibility of guarding an all-powerful object from madmen who threatened countless worlds or to just… die.
To him, the former was looking more choosable.
Could he live… well, die, knowing that he could've saved the universe— Multiverse but didn't?
"To make your decision a little easier, or perhaps, more complicated, I assure you that regardless of the decision you take, I will do everything possible outside direct interference to make this threat fail. But, if you do go, remember that you will save countless lives that might be taken in the process and increase the chances of defeating the threat exponentially."
Harry's eyes shot open before narrowing. "So there is a threat already?"
"Yes, a threat is emerging in this universe. A threat that seeks to unite the infinity stones in order to sacrifice every life in the universe as a… proposal gift for me. He seeks to court me."
"That's insane!"
"So is he." Death commented dryly.
"And so… what do you want me to do? Prevent him from acquiring the stones and sacrificing the universe to marry you?" Harry confirmed.
"Yes. Would you rather sit idle and let a universe full of zillions of innocent souls die?" Death asked.
No. He couldn't just let that happen.
"Why don't you just… you know? Kill him with a snap of your fingers? You are Death, after all." Harry suggested.
"Direct interference is prohibited by the council. Why do you think that I want to send you?"
"The council as in—"
"The Living Tribunal, Eternity, and Infinity. If I do so, they will just reverse my actions to prohibit a ripple effect. Introducing you, on the other hand, is not a direct interference. Merely a boon granted as I was happy by your actions to save a school full of innocent children."
"Which means they won't reverse your actions?"
"No."
Silence reigned for a few moments. Harry felt thankful for the tea, as it gave him an excuse to sit quietly and contemplate.
If he went, he would have to deal with a dark lord again. Or whoever this threat was. On the other hand, he got to live. Have a new life. Have a family.
And save lives. Countless lives.
But he still had to face a threat that sought to end every life in the universe to propose to the lady across him.
"If this threat comes for me…" Harry said, trailing off.
"You would need to learn things, of course. Become more powerful. You would be the guardian of the soul stone. Wield it to guard the world. As I said, its power is near infinite. There is nothing you possibly cannot do with it."
"What are its exact powers?" Harry questioned.
Death eyed him with a glimmer in her eyes. "That is an interesting question. One you need to find answers for yourself. But, as I have told you, the soul stone's greatest power remains to be the manipulation of the very life force of existence. It has unparalleled healing power for one. So, if you get injured, anything short of being beheaded, the soul stone will heal you. And, in time, you will be capable of channeling that power to heal others. This is just one of its prime powers. Rest, you shall discover yourself."
That was good. No, great. Healing powers could save lives easily.
"What of magic?" Harry asked suddenly. "Is there—"
"There is no wizarding world in this universe."
Harry's heart fell, and his shoulders slumped.
"Nor are there any known faces… Well, not exactly. You might recognize a few. Mainly mortals who exist in both these universes, but there won't be any wizards or witches."
No Hermione. No Ron. No Weasleys. Not even Malfoy.
"How will I learn more? How will I grow more powerful, as you said if there are none of my kind on the planet?" Harry asked in a dull tone.
"This Earth I am sending you to has a group of mortal magic wielders who channel dimensional energies to protect Earth against mystical threats. They call themselves Sorcerers. The Sorcerer Supreme, who is the most powerful sorcerer of them, shall seek you out soon. The Sorcerer Supreme is also the guardian of the time stone in this universe. Their job is to protect the earth, reality, and the natural order."
"So this Sorcerer Supreme will seek me out and… teach me their kind of magic?"
"Yes. In order to protect the natural order and reality, the Sorcerer Supreme makes use of the time stone to ensure the safety of the earth. She will know of your arrival within moments once she uses the time stone and seek you out in order to determine if you are a threat or an ally."
"Wonderful," Harry muttered sarcastically.
"It won't be as bad as you think. It will do you good. You will learn and grow. It will be essential for you when you protect the earth against threats. Sorcery is a rather powerful art, with the ability to empower mortals to face lesser cosmic beings. So, tell me, Harry Potter. What do you choose? Will you go and save lives, or will you choose to die?"
Silence filled the room as Death waited for Harry to answer.
"I… I will go."
"Excellent," Death smiled knowingly as the amulet containing the soul stone rose in the air before tying itself around Harry's neck.
Harry could feel the burning heat of the amulet right above his heart, through the layers of his suit, as the amulet settled itself on his chest.
Death rose to her feet, gesturing to Harry to follow her lead. The table and chairs between them vanished, merging back into the unformed nothingness.
"Harry James Potter. Do you swear to protect the soul stone with all you have, including your own life?"
Harry closed his eyes as he stood up. "I do."
As he spoke the words, the amulet pulsed on his chest, sending a tingle through Harry's being.
He felt the power of the stone. Its endless power. The power of life.
His blood sang as the power washed over him. He felt that he could take on Voldemort with a snap of his fingers.
Moments later, the power receded back into the amulet, leaving Harry with nothing but a tingle of what he had felt.
But he felt it. The connection to the stone. A connection that reminded Harry of his holly-phoenix feather wand.
"Then, by the powers vested in me, I declare you the guardian of the soul stone. It is tied to your life force. Use it well and guard it with all you have."
Harry just nodded dumbly, still stunned by the power of the stone.
"The amulet with the powers of the soul stone will also act as a focus for your magic and, once you learn it, advanced sorcery, negating your need for a wand or an artifact."
"Thank you," Harry said, his voice sounding a little odd compared to what he was used to. It wasn't hoarse or squeaky but deep.
"Good luck, Harry Potter. Now, close your eyes. When you open them, you will be in a new world. You can thank me for the gift when we meet again, which I hope won't be in a long time."
Before he could do anything, everything faded to black.
1st August 2004
Bleecker Street, New York, Earth 616
The sun had risen, and like often in the concrete jungle of the big apple, there wasn't sunlight in his loft until halfway through the morning. He knew that since the sun blinded him as soon as he opened his eyes.
A groan escaped his lip as he turned on his bed, away from the blinding light, blinking spots off his eyelids.
As he slowly opened his eyes to this new world around him, he found himself face to face with something soft, fluffy, and white.
Gaining a modicum of awareness, he realized that he was lying on a bed, covered in a soft blanket.
It felt like a lifetime since he had last slept on such a comfortable bed. Or ever.
Slowly throwing off the blanket, Harry sat up and squinted around the room only to find himself in a well-furnished room where sunlight was streaming through a huge window at the side.
Harry rubbed his eyes before suddenly jumping as loud music began to blare from his bedside.
Turning, he saw a strange device on his bedside, showing the words 9:00 AM in big, bold letters on a screen.
An alarm clock… no, a mobile phone. Didn't know such models were launched in the muggle world.
He fumbled for the phone before pressing the call decline button to shut the alarm down before examining the phone. It had a bigger screen and was considerably less bulky than the one Petunia and Vernon had.
The alarm screen disappeared to show a simple photo of a pond. On top of it, the time and date was displayed.
9:00 AM 01 August 2004
Harry's eyes widened. It had been over six years since he… well, died in his universe.
Suddenly, the phone in his hand beeped, and a notification of a message appeared.
It took two minutes for Harry to figure out how to open the message. It read:
I took a few liberties
to set you up in this
new world. Good Luck.
P.S. Check your bedside
drawers -Death
Harry blinked before turning to look at the two-drawer cabinet right next to his bed. On it was a photo frame containing a photo of himself, a book, a wallet, and a glass of water.
That was when he realized something. His glasses were not by his bedside. Neither was he wearing them.
And yet, he could see clearly.
Harry touched his face and felt the familiar weight of glasses still missing.
Taking a deep breath, Harry focused on the task at hand.
The drawers.
Harry swung his feet off the bed and knelt in front of the cabinet before opening the topmost drawer, to reveal a thick file alongside a passport.
Harry got the file out first, inside which was a bundle of papers, including a muggle birth certificate. It showed his legal name to be Harry James Potter and his birthdate to be 31st July 1986.
I am officially eighteen. And my birth year has been altered.
Alongside that were a bunch of legal documents, including a school passing certificate. There was also the death certificate of Lily Potter and James Potter, making a pang go through Harry's heart.
Harry immediately closed the file.
He could deal with the documents later.
He went for the next drawer, which also happened to be the last. Opening it, he found three things. A letter, a folded cloak, and an album.
He opened the letter first.
Harry Potter,
As you might have gathered, I have taken a few liberties to set you up in this new world. Let no one say that I am not a benevolent benefactor. The house you are in belongs to you, along with a nice bank account containing the value of the Potter fortune converted to muggle currency.
Your backstory is that you are a loner, orphan kid, whose rather rich parents died in a car crash. Your aunt raised you and schooled you before she, too, passed away, leaving the complete fortune to you. See the legal documents to know more.
I have also left two gifts from your old world for you. One is your invisibility cloak, which I modified a little for your benefit. Second… Why don't you see that one for yourself?
Good Luck. Live your new life to the fullest and protect the stone at ALL costs.
Harry felt the coolness of the necklace hanging around his neck, the amulet right above his heart. It was not burning like it had been before he took the oath. Neither was it too cool. It was just… comforting. Like, it was a part of him.
But the fact remained. One of the most powerful objects in the universe was hanging innocently on his neck.
Reality crashed on him like a tidal wave. He felt the weight of the world. He had sworn to save the universe from a madman, and here he was, on his own, in an entirely new world, without a relative or friend.
'Oh, and I have a super-powerful object capable of razing planets hanging around my neck.'
He looked at the letter again, his hands already trembling.
With best wishes,
Death.
P.S. Do not worry. As an all-powerful deity and your benefactor, I want to assure you that you will be alright. I have given you the time to prepare. I repeat, do not worry, and live your life. Make new friends, raise a family, and protect the world. Have a good life, and I do not wish to meet you again for several years.
Suddenly, the letter burst into black flames, making Harry drop it. Instead of burning the bedsheets, it disappeared into nothingness.
Harry took several deep breaths to calm himself until his eyes fell on the book.
A gift, Death said.
Harry opened the book and found that it was an album containing photos. The photos of his parents, and his time at Hogwarts, capturing several moments with Hermione and Ron.
Magical photos.
Hermione, Ron, and he were smiling and laughing under the shadow of the oak tree in the Hogwarts courtyard, completely carefree from the burden of Voldemort.
Harry felt hot tears trailing down his cheeks. It was the best gift Death could've given him.
6th August 2004
Bleecker Street, New York
The soulful aroma of buttered toast and omelet drifted through the kitchen as Harry flipped the omelet in the pan.
Petunia's lessons in cooking were proving beneficial as it allowed Harry to cook his own food.
Lifting the omelet a bit, Harry smiled before summoning a plate from the rack.
Wandless magic or seemingly wandless magic felt weird, Harry had decided. The glaring lack of a wand made Harry's hand feel empty whenever he performed magic.
He served himself the omelet and placed the toasts on the plate before pouring himself his tea.
Before he could get to eating, the doorbell rang.
Harry frowned. In the past five days, no one had rung the doorbell except for the pizza delivery man who had come to his floor by mistake.
Wiping his hands, he walked across the living room and opened the door of his mansion, to reveal a bald woman standing at his door, wearing yellow robes. Her hands were clasped behind her back as she inspected him. Her eyes lingered on his chest where the amulet containing the soul stone sat behind his white t-shirt.
"How may I help you?" Harry asked politely.
"Harry Potter," She greeted, sending a chill down Harry's spine. "I am here to talk. May I come in?"
"Who are you?" Harry asked guardedly, a spell forming on his lips.
"I am the Sorcerer Supreme, guardian of the earth from mystical threats."
Recognition flashed through Harry's eyes. Death had mentioned her.
"You know of me," She said, her dark brown eyes glimmering with interest.
"I do."
"Then we are in for a long talk, Mr. Potter."
AND… DONE!
I hope you all liked the start of my new story. It was one I had been looking forward to writing for a looong time.
I will keep updating all of my active stories, so you don't have to worry. That's my concern.
I started this as a reprieve from thinking about LoSP and RoLP the whole time. Unfortunately, my muse is not supporting Agent Potter at the moment. But I will write the story as I get inspiration.
The second chapter of this fic is also ready, so I am a little ahead of schedule here, giving me time to write multiple stories. ;)
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A huge thanks to Mezox, Nanu, and Ultimate Gamer for betaing this chapter.
Also, heartfelt gratitude to my friend Adrien for his inputs in the chapter.
The story cover was made by Methos which is really good.
So, thank you, everyone.
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Now, a few clarifications.
Harry is dead in his old world with no prospect of return. Any characters of the Harry world won't make an appearance in this fic, bar for occasional mentions as Harry remembers them.
Death would not directly interfere and kill Thanos with a snap of her finger.
Harry wouldn't be all-powerful. He will be much like Dr. Strange was in Infinity war and beyond. Speaking of power levels, let me specify the hierarchy of power in this story:
I. The Living Tribunal, Death, Infinity, and Eternity are the most powerful. The creators of the Multiverse
II. Then comes beings like the Phoenix force, elder gods like Chthon, Dormammu, and a handful of celestials.
III. Sky-fathers(like Odin) and other celestials alongside a few dimensional beings like Cyttorak.
IV. Gods(Like Thor, Loki), Eternals, powerful sorcerers, High-Omega level mutants (Like Magneto, Jean Grey), Hulk, etc.
V. Then comes other mutants, powerful alien races like the frost giants, enhanced individuals, etc.
VI. Mortals and powerless beings. (Beings like Tony Stark as well will fall here. But in the Iron Man suit, he is still powerful enough to stand up to Thor even in the MCU.)
As per the above classification, Harry would fall somewhere between skyfathers and gods, and with the soul stone in his possession, nearing the power levels of the former. Similar to Thor in Infinity war for a direct comparison. Thanos will fall in firmly with the Sky-Father power levels with only one of the Infinity stones.
The year of Harry's entry into the new world is 2004 when he is 18 years old. MCU, namely Iron Man, starts in 2008, and Avengers in 2012. In Avengers, Harry will be 25-26 years old.
Now, for Harry's gifts. He has the soul stone in a necklace which he has to guard but can wield its power as well. Much like Dr. Strange or the Ancient One did for the Time Stone. He has his old invisibility cloak, which stays the same except for an added disguise feature, allowing it to act more like a proper cloak than a blanket.
The house and stuff were just… Well, let us consider a perk of the job. Death gave it to Harry so he has a place to stay and doesn't get into trouble for the lack of identification. As for monetary terms, he is well off, but not super-rich like Iron Man was. Well-off to live comfortably for the rest of his life, but not lavishly.
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