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Harry Potter the Sorcerer Supreme
Chapter 2: The Giant Blue Sky Beam
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
Harry hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering between the Ancient One and the surrounding landscape. He knew this was a decision that would change his life. But he was excited that it was his decision to make.
With a determined nod, Harry took the Ancient One's hand. "Alright, I'll come to Kamar-Taj. I'll learn everything I can about your magic."
With a smile and a nod, she disappeared completely, leaving a rain-soaked Harry standing beside the body of Dr. Strange on the road in the middle of nowhere. Harry scanned the desolate road, uncertainty etching lines on his forehead as he debated which direction to take. Rainwater dripped from the ends of his disheveled hair, soaking his glasses.
Then, as if struck by a bolt of lightning, Harry's gaze dropped to his chest remembering the warmth he felt every time he harnessed and used his magic. As if unconsciously, he watched his trembling hand slowly lift the fabric of his shirt, revealing a startling revelation etched on his skin – the unmistakable tattoo of the Deathly Hallows, immediately below where his father had placed his hand.
"Well … I will admit, I did not expect this," Harry muttered to himself, his voice barely audible above the pattering rain. His green eyes remained wide in disbelief as he traced the intricate lines of the symbol. "I suppose I really am … the Master of Death."
His thoughts whirled, trying to understand what had happened, but Harry didn't have time to dwell on the enigma of the Deathly Hallows and his new tattoo. Above all, he knew he needed to get help for the man, Dr. Strange, and get out of the elements.
Glancing back up, Harry spotted distant lights twinkling in the distance – a city on the horizon.
Kneeling beside the man he had saved, who appeared to still be unconscious. "Stay here, Dr. Strange," Harry said, his voice firm. "I'll send help for you as soon as I find it in that city, and then I am off to find this … Kamar-Taj."
Turning away from the prone man, Harry squared his shoulders, peering in the direction of the city, and disapparated toward the inviting glow, with a loud crack.
What Harry did not see, was that as he disapparated, the prone form of Dr. Strange stirred. Dr. Strange slowly opened his eyes and struggled to sit up, eventually managing it with a slight grimace on his face, as he stared in the direction of the city lights in the distance.
"What the hell was that …"
Harry leaned over, panting, each inhale a reminder of the unprecedented exhaustion that gripped him. He couldn't recall a time when he had been so drained after stringing multiple apparitions together. Sure, magic consumption was known to sap one's energy, but the level of exhaustion he now felt was beyond anything he had ever experienced. IT was a new and entirely unwelcome sensation.
Doubts about his current whereabouts swirled in Harry's mind as he wiped sweat from his brow. He had been forced to rely on line-of-sight apparition to navigate this unfamiliar territory, which had been manageable while he was approaching the city, as he was ever to cover large areas of land with ever apparition. However, as he ventured into areas with denser populations, the distances of his apparitions had become ever smaller.
Sinking down to the ground, Harry leaned back against a weathered brick wall to collect his thoughts and breath, allowing him a chance to regain his strength. With each deep breath, he surveyed the area before him. In the distance, still some ways off, he could make out what appeared to be the downtown core of the city, its skyline etched against the morning sun.
Harry's brow furrowed in thought as he starred toward the silhouetted city in front of him. The skyline was vaguely familiar, yet he couldn't quite identify it. He had travelled extensively with Hermione and Ron, while on the run, but they had mostly avoided large cities. Although as Harry stood looking at the sprawling metropolis in the distance, he was fairly sure he recognized the skyline. He was certain of one thing, though; he was nowhere near downtown London or any other place he had any recollection of ever being.
Not long after parting ways with Dr. Strange, Harry had found himself starring at the inviting flickering neon sign of an old-fashioned diner nestled on the side of a road. Desperation tugged at his chest, urging him to seek help.
Pushing open the creaky door, Harry entered the diner, a bell above it jingling to announce his arrival. The cozy ambiance of the diner offered a welcome contrast to the events of the morning he had been immersed in. He quickly approached the counter, where a friendly-looking motherly waitress with a nametag that read 'Maggie' was wiping a coffee cup with a faded smiley face.
"Excuse me," Harry began, cutting through the murmurs of the diner's patrons. "I need to borrow your phone. There's been an accident just down the road."
Maggie's eyes widened at his request, her curiosity piqued by the urgency and accent of his voice. She surveyed him for a moment, taking in his disheveled appearance. Her forehead creased as she responded, "Cellphone dead? But of course, landline is in the corner."
With a grateful nod, Harry made his way over to the phone, brow furrowed at her question about the cellphone. Upon reaching the phone Harry picked it up and discreetly dialed '999.' As he held the receiver to his ear, his anticipation was met with silence on the other end of the line. The second ticked by, and yet the silence persisted.
Frustrate and confusion mingled on Harry's face as he stared at the phone. Waving over the waitress, he pointed to it and said, "Umm, excuse me, ma'am, there seems to be a problem calling emergency services. I can't get through."
Maggie glanced at the phone and then him, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. She replied with a hint of sarcasm, "How hard is it to dial 9 –1 – 1? I am pretty sure they never have trouble with their number." She shook her head and returned her attention to a customer's coffee cup.
Harry sat back, utterly bewildered by the exchange. Mumbling to himself he couldn't help but admit, :Well … I guess I must be somewhere in the USA or at least certainly not Britain anymore."
Refocusing his attention on the vintage phone, Harry decided to follow the waitress's advice and dialed 9 –1 – 1. He held his breath as he waited for the operator to pick up, the seconds stretching into an eternity. The connection was finally established, and a calm voice came through the receiver, causing Harry's heart to quicken.
Speaking in hushed tones, Harry relayed as much information as he could muster about the accident, emphasizing the urgency of the situation. He described the location in detail, as best as he could, and the condition of the injured doctor, providing every crucial piece of information he could think of. However, when the operator on the other end began to ask questions about his own identity, he decided to err on the side of caution. Concerned about revealing too much, he quickly hung up before giving any more personal information.
Rising from his seat, Harry made his way towards the diner's exit. His senses sharpened as he heard the faint sound of the phone ringing once more, the operator likely attempting to call him back for further details. Recognizing that he needed to leave the area without a trace and not wanting to risk exposure as a wizard, Harry stepped out and hurriedly turned a corner around the building.
With a now familiar wandless feat of magic, Harry apparated, vanishing from the scene with a soft pop. He reappeared several miles down the road, his surroundings having undergone a dramatic change. The quiet suburban neighborhood that now enveloped him was a stark contrast to the diner he had left behind. The houses, all neatly lined up, looked identical, each with a small front garden and neatly trimmed hedges.
Harry shuddered, his disoriented mind unable to process the new surroundings. He blinked several times, staring at the neighborhood and eventually managed to shake the feeling that he had mistake and somehow apparated to Little Whinning.
Relief flooded through him as he acknowledged that he was away from the diner and help was likely on its way to the scene of the accident. As he stood there, he turned his attention to the tranquil street he had emerged on and attempted to gather his bearings. The distant sounds of muggle life surrounded him: children laughing and playing, the occasional car passing by, and the gentle hum of everyday existence.
Harry glanced at the houses lining the street, each with its own idyllic front garden. People went about their business, tending to their lawns, relaxing in the shade, and engaging in friendly conversations. He knew he couldn't linger here for long; his presence in this unfamiliar neighborhood was bound to draw unwanted attention.
With mounting urgency, he realized he needed a plan. He knew he was too exhausted to attempt further apparation, and he didn't want to attract any more undue attention. Harry's gaze darted up and down the quiet street as he weighed his options, searching for a solution.
Then, just when concern was starting to creep in, Harry's luck took an unexpected turn. The faint rumble of an approaching vehicle engine reached his ears. He turned to face the sound and was rewarded with the unmistakable, unremarkable sight of a yellow taxi drawing nearer.
A weary smile crept across Harry's face. The sight of the cab felt like a small miracle, a beacon of hope in a challenging day. He waved his arm frantically to catch the driver's attention as the vehicle drew closer. The cab slowed to a stop and the driver rolled down the window.
"Hello, sir, need a lift?" The cab driver asked cheerfully, leaning out the open window of his yellow taxi.
"Hello, sir, need a lift?" the cab driver asked cheerfully, leaning out of the open window of his yellow taxi.
Harry, feeling a profound sense of gratitude for the timely arrival of this stranger, nodded in response. A smile brightened the cabbie's face as he unlocked the doors with an inviting gesture.
"Want to ride in the front? I hear it's kind of lonesome in the back," the young driver suggested, his eyes twinkling with an eagerness to strike up a conversation.
Harry considered the options for a moment. The notion of sharing the front seat with the driver was certainly more appealing than the solitary atmosphere of the back seat, and it would give him a chance to learn more about this unfamiliar place.
"The front will be fine," Harry replied, his smile mirroring the cabbie's enthusiasm. He carefully climbed into the front seat, securing himself with the seatbelt, and silently braced himself for what lay ahead.
"Where to, sir?" The cab driver asked , with a friendly tone and just a hint of curiosity in his eyes, as he glanced at Harry's slightly disheveled appearance.
Harry's initial sense of relief at the sight of the taxi was quickly replaced by a growing unease. He didn't even know where he currently was, let alone where he wanted to go. As the cab driver starred at him awaiting a responce, Harry's thoughts whirled with the weight of his predicament.
He hesitated for a moment, contemplating his response. "I ... am not entirely sure where I want you to take me," Harry admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I am ... new to the area. But I'm looking for a good hotel. It doesn't need to be anything super fancy, just somewhere I can lay my head for the next couple of days while I come up with a plan. Hopefully, somewhere near a big library."
The cabbie, his eyes fixed on the road, fell into a brief silence, lost in thought, thinking on Harry's criteria. After a moment, he turned his gaze back to Harry, and a warm smile spread across his face. "Well, you've chosen the right place if you're looking for libraries. If you don't mind a place actually within the city, I know just the spot," he said eagerly, his enthusiasm infectious.
Harry, grateful for the cabbie's helpfulness, nodded in agreement.
As the taxi merged back onto the street, the cab driver's turned to Harry, and with a friendly tone and a hint of curiosity in his eyes, he struck up a conversation. "So, first time in New York?"
Harry sat frozen in the front seat of the taxi, trying to conceal his astonishment. As he gazed out of the window, his eyes locked onto the distant downtown skyline, and recognition surged through him like a bolt of lightning. The unmistakable, iconic silhouette of skyscrapers against the horizon left no room for doubt. "New York?" he mumbled under his breath.
The cabbie, perhaps misunderstanding the tone of Harry's voice as one of awe, took it as an opportunity to share in the enthusiasm. "Yup, welcome to New York!" he exclaimed with a sense of pride. "I just guessed based on you staring out the window that this is your first time in the city. It's actually a really great place. I just moved here myself."
Harry, still reeling from the revelation, nodded numbly, his gaze fixed on the approaching skyscrapers. "Yes, definitely my first trip here. Everything seems so... modern," he said, his voice tinged with both surprise and uncertainty. Harry made a conscious effort to push aside his astonishment, deciding that dealing with it could wait. He turned back to the cabbie, offering a friendly smile. "Sorry, I got caught up in the moment. Yes, this is my first time here. So, why did you move to New York?"
The cab driver's gaze shifted towards Harry, and for a brief moment, a flicker of unease flashed across his face. He hastily concealed it behind a slightly strained smile, attempting to brush off whatever concern had briefly touched him. "Oh, nothing much," he responded with an air of nonchalance. "Just a little ... family trouble, you know, with my cousin. But we don't need to get into that. So what brings you to New York, Mr ...?"
Harry offered a friendly smile in return, a sense of relief washing over him as the cab driver seemed to divert the conversation from his own momentary discomfort. "Oh, sorry about that," he said. "It's Harry Potter, nice to meet you. I'm just here for a couple of days, I hope. Need to spend some time recovering before I make a plan to travel, although I'm not entirely sure where yet. And then, once I make a plan, I'll probably be on my way."
"That sounds like fun," he remarked with a hint of excitment. "Although I can't imagine you'll be able to see everything that the city has to offer in just a couple of days. Do you have any questions about the city ... or do you just want to sit back and enjoy the drive in?"
Harry had been staring at the passing cityscape rather intently, lost in thought as the taxi threaded its way through the New York streets. A sense of weariness had settled in, the events of the day having taken their toll. He finally looked back towards the cab driver, his gaze apologetic, as if he were silently asking for understanding.
"If it's alright with you," Harry began, his tone genuinely polite, "I'll just look out the window for a bit. This entire day has been a bit much for me."
The cabbie, respectful of Harry's request, gave an understanding nod. "Works for me, Mr. Po ..."
Noticing the pause, Harry cut in, finishing the name, "Potter."
"Of course, Mr. Potter," the cab driver acknowledged, adjusting his driving slightly to accommodate Harry's request. "If you see anything you have questions about, just ask."
Harry nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on the cityscape unfolding outside the window. As the taxi continued its journey, the cab driver would occasionally chime in with interesting tidbits about the buildings they passed. Harry listened with polite interest, finding himself immersed in a blend of nostalgia and fascination.
Some of the landmarks and buildings were immediately recognizable to Harry. Even in Britain they had appeared in posters, books, and even on television screens that he had snuck looks at, standing by the living room door, watching in silence as his Aunt, Uncle, and cousin Dudley enjoyed their shows. The Brooklyn Bridge, the iconic Empire State Building, the lush greenery of Central Park, and the art deco masterpiece that was the Chrysler Building all more impressive than the pictures made them out to be. These were places he had seen but never imagined visiting in person.
Yet, there were other structures that drew his unwavering attention, their extravagant designs impossible to ignore, leaving him puzzled how he had never heard of them before. Fisk Tower, with its imposing presence, the impressive Baxter Building, and the towering Stark Tower, each more awe-inspiring than the last.
Eventually he was roused from his sightseeing when the cab driver, having completed his visual and audio tour of the city, pulled over to the curb and brought the taxi to a halt.
Harry leaned forward, his eyes studying the surrounding buildings in the immediate vicinity. Meanwhile, the cab driver, having noticed Harry's interest, leaned forward to reach for the taxi's radio. He twisted the dial, silencing the female talk show host who had been chatting on air as her program concluded.
"And thank you all for listening today on Trish Talk Radio, looking forward to being on air tomorrow. You are in for a special treat, I have invited one of my oldest friends on..." the host's voice was cut off abruptly.
Harry turned his attention back to the cab driver, who had begun to explain the stoppage. "We are here," he explained with a friendly tone, gesturing towards a building just outside the taxi window. "The building right there is a very nice boutique hotel, really good prices, and the staff is supposed to be terrific."
Harry's excitement surged as he prepared to leave the cab. "Thanks so much," he responded gratefully, looking at the building.
As he opened the taxi door and stepped out onto the bustling New York street, the cabbie politely cleared his throat. "Oh, excuse me, sir," he said, leaning across the center console and passanger seat, looking out the window at Harry, "it will be $65.50."
Harry's eyes darted back into the cab, and a moment of panic washed over him as he realized his lack of money. His hand delved futilely into his pocket, his fingers searching for something he knew he wouldn't find. He met the expectant gaze of the cab driver and hesitated before responding, "Oh ... ummm ... right ..."
The cabbie, his expression consisting of mild exasperation, peered at Harry. "Not again ... let me guess," he began, a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "you never carry your wallet while you're vacationing? Ruins the line of your suit?"
Harry shook his head in an apologetic manner, his hand discreetly hidden behind his back holding several pieces of lint he had found in his pocket. A knowing smile slowly spread across his face as he transfigured the lint into British Pounds. With a flourish, he brought his hand around to the front, revealing the currency.
"No, sorry about that," Harry replied, offering a charming smile. "Just remembered I haven't had the opportunity to exchange my money yet. I would assume British money is alright. Can I just pay ..." He glanced down at the money in his hand. "60 pounds?"
The cab driver, his earlier exasperation replaced by a sense of relief, smiled up at Harry. "Of course, sir. That is totally fine. That is very generous of you."
Harry chuckled, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "Well, it's just money. Easy come ... easy go." With that, he handed over the British Pounds.
The cab driver, pleased by Harry's payment, nodded appreciatively and gestured once more in the direction of the hotel. "I hope you have a great time in the city," he said with genuine warmth in his voice. "The building is 179A Bleecker Street."
Harry turned his gaze back toward the boutique hotel, noting the address. He then shifted his attention back to the driver, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thanks again," Harry expressed his appreciation, before he paused his curiosity getting the better of him. "Sorry, I don't think I ever got your name."
With a friendly smile, the driver replied, "It's Dopinder. Have a good day, Mr. Po ... Potter."
As the taxi driver smoothly merged into the bustling New York traffic and drove away, Harry was left standing on the vibrant city sidewalk.
As Harry turned his attention back towards the hotel, he couldn't help but be drawn to the building next door. Appreciating the distinctive brownstone exterior, which featured ornate, wrought-iron railings, decorative stonework, and a creatively designed front window. The front door in particular, seized Harry's curiosity; as it appeared to bear a runic seal, which definitely distinguished it from the neighboring buildings. The design, however was unlike anything Harry could recognize.
Yet, the most captivating aspect of the building was its curious, mirage-like quality. It appeared to ripple faintly, as though an elusive Notice-Me-Not charm had been placed upon it. The enchantment was so subtle that it was barely noticeable, but Harry was sure that if anyone had not been searching for the building they never would have seen it, which raised the question within himself as to how he was able to notice the building.
Shrugging off the coincidence of being dropped next to a magical building, Harry turned and entered the boutique hotel, ready to secure a room. After providing them with both conjured money and identification to pay for three nights, he was handed the key to his room.
Exhaustion had been slowly creeping up on Harry throughout the day, and as he entered his room, it finally caught up with him. He took a moment to survey the comfortable space and then, with a contented sigh, he settled onto the mattress. Within seconds, the demands of his eventful day were forgotten as Harry fell into a deep sleep.
Harry awoke with a sudden start, his surroundings momentarily foreign and disorienting. The memories of the day's earlier events rushed back like a tidal wave, grounding him in the present. He realized that he should begin formulating a plan for the day ahead, taking a moment to stretch and regain his bearings. The sleep had been deep and restful, leaving him feeling as though he had slumbered for an entire week.
"Tempus," he wandlessly cast, deciding to check the time determined to seize the day. To his surprise, the result indicated that it was earlier than when he had initially gone to sleep. Harry froze in confusion before realization dawned on him. A quick glance out the window confirmed his suspicion. The soft morning light bathed the city in a gentle glow, signaling that it was indeed the following day.
Harry reflected on the possibility that he must have slept since the previous afternoon, spending nearly twenty hours sleeping before waking up on this crisp morning. "Well," he mused, "I guess I really must have needed it after all those apparitions. Although, I really need to find another way to travel. Apparating was way more tiring than it should have been, and I probably can't afford to perform a handful of apparitions and then spend the rest of the day sleeping. But that's a concern for later. For now, I should start making a plan to find this Kamar-Taj. Perhaps I should try to locate a library and begin my research."
As Harry stepped outside the boutique hotel, the vibrant sights and sounds of New York City engulfed him. The bustling streets were alive with the energy of the metropolis, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the day's adventures.
However, his attention was abruptly diverted by an unexpected sight high above. Something was soaring through the sky, making a beeline for a building in the distance, its destination partially concealed near the iconic Chrysler Building. Harry squinted to get a better look struggling to recall it's name; it was one of the buildings he had observed the day before, but it's identity was momentarily eluding his recollection.
Harry's fixed his gaze on the flying object, his curiosity piqued. He tried to identify what it might be, and his thoughts took on a whimsical turn. "It looked like ... a bird," he mused, his brow furrowing as he attempted to discern its identity. Then he shook his head in disbelief. "Maybe ... a plane?" Harry muttered to himself, his imagination drifting.
However, the object continued its trajectory, and Harry's focus intensified as he tried to discern its identity before it disappeared from view. His eyes widened in realization as he watched it closely. "Was that ... someone flying on a broom?" he pondered aloud, a hint of wonder in his voice.
His gaze remained fixed on the enigmatic object as it disappeared onto the roof of the building. The silhouette appeared vaguely humanoid in shape, but Harry could detect no broomstick. Instead, it seemed to be constructed from gleaming red and gold metal. In fact, if Harry were to describe it, he would say it looked like...
"Iron Man." A voice rang out, startling Harry, catching him off guard. He instinctively turned to face the source of the voice, his heart racing. "That's Iron Man."
Harry's bewilderment was palpable as he attempted to grasp the meaning of the unfamiliar term. "Who or what is an iron man?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.
As Harry scrutinized the individual who had addressed him, he was taken aback by what he saw. The man before him was relatively old, modest in height, but exuding an unmistakable energy that defied his age. His entire demeanor seemed to radiate youthful enthusiasm, and his eyes sparkled mischievously from behind round black-framed glasses as he offered a warm smile to Harry.
"You're not from around here, are you?" the man inquired, his playful gaze never leaving Harry. "That's Iron Man ... Tony Stark. He's a superhero, kind of a jerk, to be honest, but he grows on you. He seems to almost always be around when things get exciting."
Pausing for effect, the man pointed in the direction the flying figure had gone. "That is his building over there. Stark Tower."
Harry followed the man's gaze back to the building he had been staring at. Noticing that indeed, emblazoned near the top in giant letters, was the unmistakable word "STARK."
Harry turn back toward the man, about to ask him another question, but he froze mid-motion. His gaze swept up and down the street in bewildered search of the elderly gentleman, but the man had vanished as if he had apparated away. Harry, however, had not heard the familiar crack that typically accompanied apparition, leaving him slightly confounded.
With a shake of his head, Harry concluded that the man had most likely simply walked away into the bustling crowd, uninterested in wasting his time with a gawking tourist. This was New York, after all, and the man probably had better things to do than linger on the sidewalk engaging in conversation with a stranger.
Harry pushed the thought of the enigmatic man with salt-and-pepper hair from his mind, considering the possibility that he would probably never understand the man's sudden disappearance.
But just as Harry was about to redirect his thoughts, the sound of an faint, unexpected explosion shattered the relative calm of the moment. His head snapped upward, his eyes fixing on Stark Tower. From its pinnacle, a small blue flash ballooned outward before dissipating into the city's sky.
Harry scanned the faces of those around him, searching for any sign of panic or concern. However, apart from a fraction of people who had briefly cast their glances toward Stark Tower before casually returning to their routines, the crowd remained surprisingly composed.
Bewildered by the apparent lack of urgency, Harry couldn't help but wonder at this odd turn of events. In his own past experiences, even the faintest sound of an explosion, as minor as this one, had been cause for alarm and distress.
Determined to unravel the mystery, Harry reached out and lightly tapped the shoulder of a teenager standing nearby. The young man appeared to be roughly his age and was patiently waiting in line at a nearby hot dog cart. The teenager turned around revealing a youthful face framed by flat brown hair. His deep brown eyes, behind rectangular black-framed glasses, had an air of innocence but unquestionable intelligence.
Harry took a moment to consider his words before speaking.
"Sorry to bother you … ummm … I'm new in New York but where I am from an exploding sound usually isn't good." Harry admitted bluntly, his finger pointing in the direction of the building.
The teenager responded with a friendly smile, his tone calm and reassuring. "I'm pretty sure that was just Mr. Stark being Mr. Stark. It's not super uncommon for weird stuff to be happening around his building or ..." He paused, gesturing toward a building in the opposite direction. "From the Baxter Building."
Harry nodded slowly, still wanting to ask more questions, but their conversation was abruptly interrupted by a faint, shattering sound. Both he and the young man instinctively looked back up at Stark Tower, their attention seized by an unexpected sight. A figure, small in the distance, appeared to be hurtling downward from a recently shattered window.
Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he watched in horror as the figure fell toward the ground. Panic and alarm rippled through the crowd, accompanied by gasps and exclamations from onlookers.
Realizing the severity of the situation, Harry prepared himself to act. In an instant, he decided to apparate to the base of Stark Tower, where he would be able to cast the Cushioning Charm, using his magical abilities to save the falling man.
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.
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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
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