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Harry Potter the Sorcerer Supreme
Chapter 4: The Battle of New York Part 2 – Hiya Tiger, Hi Red
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
The extraordinary display of his brought a smile of approval to the red-headed woman's face as she turned to her companion. "You know, Clint," she said with a hint of satisfaction, "I think he just might be able to help."
Clint, the archer, regarded both Harry and the woman, his expression transitioning from skepticism to genuine admiration. "Nat," he conceded, "I think you're right.
He turned his attention to Harry, his approval evident in his words. "Ok, kid ... well done." He paused for a moment, starring at Harry, appraising him. "I've been mistaken once or twice before, but I'm glad to add this time as another one. Welcome to the fight, kid."
Clint continued, "Do you think you can watch our backs as we help those people off the bus right behind us? They've been trapped there since we started the fight."
Harry nodded, a smiled playing on his lips, reflecting his happiness at the swift acceptabce he had received. He was grateful that their reaction had not been to send him away, but rather to embrace him as a member of their group, even if only temporary.
In less than ten minutes, the duo of Clint and Natasha had successfully evacuated the bus, and guided the group of people to the safety of a nearby building, all while Harry provided essential cover. His role had only required him stunning and immobilizing a single alien who had attempted to ambush Clint and his partner by leaping from his flying vehicle as it had passed overhead.
As Clint assisted the last of the survivors through the doorway, he called out to Harry. "Ok, kid, we're about done here and we are going to meet up with our team. Want to come help ..." His sentence abruptly trailed off as he spun around, drawing his bow with lightning speed. A large, ominous cracking sound had erupted from behind him. Clint assumed that an alien had somehow managed to sneak up on them, prompting his defensive reaction. But when he whirled around, he found nothing there. What was even more perplexing was the complete absence of the boy that he had been addressing just moments before.
"Ummm ... Nat," Clint called out to his teammate inside the building, his voice tinged with bewilderment. "I didn't just imagine him, did I? Where did he go? I swear he was right there … He might have made a nice addition to the team."
Just a few moments earlier, as Harry attentively listened to Clint's words, he was suddenly jolted by an unexpected disturbance. In the midst of all the noise surrounding them, a distant yet unmistakable sound of shattering glass reached his ears. This sound was swiftly followed by a shrill, piercing scream that almost instantaneously dissolved into the chaotic sounds that seemed to have taken over the city.
Harry's eyes fixated on the source of the commotion, which lay a couple of blocks down the street. There, he beheld the eerie spectacle of light glinting off fragments of glass that appeared to have burst forth from a high floor of an office building, possibly the fifth or sixth story. His gaze instinctively followed the trajectory of the falling glass, only to freeze in a moment of dread as it landed on a figure plummeting helplessly through the air. Limbs flailing, the individual appeared to be in a desperate freefall.
In that heart-stopping instant, Harry knew that the chances of a weird metallic box following the figure out this window and saving them like it had done with the "Iron Man" were remote at best. Moreover, he knew that no human being could endure such a fall and survivve. Recognizing the urgency of the situation, he didn't even glance back in the direction of the two heroes who were still valiantly aiding the people they had rescued from the bus and helping them to safety within the building.
In an instant, Harry apparated, reappearing at the base of the office building where the figure was falling.
"Arresto Momentum."
In tense silence, Harry observed with bated breath, hoping that the spell he had cast had taken effect in time to transform what should have been a fatal fall into a soft, cushioned landing for the individual. His heart raced as he anxiously watched the situation, knowing there wasn't much more he could do.
As the person descended, he watched as their fall was miraculously slowed by the enchantment, and they gently touched down on the ground in front of him. A relieved smile spread across Harry's face, and he rushed toward the person, his heart still racing with concern, to ensure their well-being.
Approaching the them, Harry took notice and realized it was a elderly lady; who considering the dire circumstances she had just found herself in was displaying impressive resilience. As Harry neared her, he extended a friendly smile, "Excuse me, ma'am, do you need a hand?"
Harry's seemingly sudden appearance took the lady by surprise, causing her to whirl around, her eyes wide with astonishment. "I am ... alright," she stammered, still in the throes of shock, her voice wavering. "Did you see ...?" Her sentence hung unfinished as her gaze fixed upon Harry. Her shock turned into awe.
"Oh my god. Was that you?" she inquired, her voice trembling with both amazement and relief. Harry hesitantly nodded.
In a heartwarming response, the older lady's face broke into a radiant smile, and she rushed to embrace Harry in a heartfelt hug, her arms wrapping around him tightly. "Thank you so much, young man," she expressed with genuine gratitude, her voice filled with emotion. "I thought for sure I was going to die. And my friend would have had to watch ..." Her words trailed off, no doubt recollecting what she had been through.
Her gaze locked onto Harry with a mixture of fear and concern, and panic began to bubble within her. "There are aliens up in that building," she uttered in a shaky voice, her fear palpable. "I tried to stand up to them, to protect a man in a wheelchair, but one of them ... it struck me in the chest, and I went flying through the window." The memory of that terrifying experience was etched vividly on her face as she recounted it. "I was so worried that I would never see my husband or nephew again. Thank you again so much!"
She seemed to struggle to find words to convey her gratitude as he shook his head as if to let her know everything was alright, but she continued on. "If you ever need anything," she continued, her voice filled with sincerity, "well, I'm not sure what we could do for someone who can save people from falling from buildings, but our family is in your debt."
She fell silent, her gaze drawn back to the shattered window high above. A shiver of dread ran through her as she remembered what led her to her current situation. "God, my neighbor and her niece are still up there," she implored with a tone of desperation, her eyes filled with horror. "Please, help them. They only agreed to come downtown today to help me." She plead.
Harry nodded towards the lady, and he spoke with a determined tone, attempting to reassure her, "I can do that. If I promise to help the people up there, do you promise you will get to safety? It seems everyone is seeking refuge in the lower levels of buildings or subway stations."
A silence hung in the air as the lady locked eyes with Harry, searching his face for the sincerity of his commitment. After several tense seconds, she eventually nodded in agreement, apparently deciding to place her trust in the young man who had just saved her life.
With a warm, reassuring smile, Harry nodded back at her. "Perfect. After all, I would hate to have to try and hunt down any other alien who tried to hurt you after I just managed to save you from this fall." He said with a laugh, as he looked around their surroundings, searching for the telltale signs of staircases leading to subway platforms. Spotting a small group of people currently descending a flight of stairs and heading underground, he pointed them out. "It looks like there's an entrance over there. Get to safety, and do not worry. I will do everything in my power to save the people up there."
Before she had a chance to move Harry lightly grasped her hand, his voice carrying a touch of empathy. "Look after yourself. I've heard that some nephews really do care about their aunts, and I imagine yours wants you back home safely. And no partner ever deserves to lose their spouse."
Observing the lady's nod as she began her slow trek towards the subway stairs, Harry swiftly executed an apparition, reappearing on the fifth floor of the building she had fallen out of. Moments before his departure from the street, Harry witnessed the passage of a figure on a moped, wearing extremely ill-fitting attire. The man's unbothered demeanor amidst the surrounding chaos struck Harry as oddly out of place, though the urgency of his mission didn't allow for further contemplation of this weird sight.
Upon materializing right at the window's edge on the fifth floor, Harry instinctively surveyed the room's interior, mentally cataloging its details in the blink of an eye. He identified a sturdy desk in front of him and smoothly maneuvered behind its cover. The positioning of the desk turned out to be convenient, as the small grouping of aliens present in the room had their backs turned to the shattered window. Harry's arrival, it seemed, had gone unnoticed, affording him a chance to make a plan.
Peering cautiously around the edge of the desk that currently concealed him, Harry sought to gain a better understanding of the situation he was about to confront. What he observed was distressing: five of the alien figures had encircled a group of roughly twenty people who had huddled together in a corner, their fear palpable in the confined space.
With the need for a more strategic location paramount in his mind, Harry noticed a larger desk positioned about five feet ahead of him and off to the side. As Harry looked at it, he realized it offered not only an improved vantage point from which to initiate an attack but also a secure location behind which he could shield himself once the confrontation began. Taking care to be cautious, silently, he began a careful crawl towards that desk, his movements stealthy and deliberate.
However, as he reached his intended place of cover, he was caught off guard by an unexpected revelation. Beneath the desk, where he had anticipated finding a sanctuary where he could launch his attack, he discovered two individuals who had taken refuge there before him. An extraordinarily attractive red-haired girl, seemingly of his own age, lay nestled closely with an older lady who bore a strong family resemblance to the younger girl. The older lady appeared to have recently shed tears, both of them appeared to be huddling as small as they could.
The sudden appearance of Harry startled the younger girl, causing her eyes to widen in surprise, however that was the extent of her reation. The older lady's initial reaction was one of alarm, and it appeared as if she were preparing to scream from surprise, before realizing Harry was only a human.
Harry raised his hands in a gesture of peace and whispered with a hushed tone, "I mean you no harm. Just hold on a moment." With a discreet sweep of his gaze around the desk, he ensured that no alien was within close proximity or looking in their direction.
Seeing it was safe to proceed, Harry promptly cast a spell that formed a protective sound barrier around their hiding spot. He watched as the air around them shimmered momentarily before returning to its natural state, muffling the ambient noise effectively. The transformation of the noisy surroundings was met with a subtle but reassuring smile from Harry.
Turning his attention back to the two ladies sheltered beneath the desk, he offered an encouraging smile to put them at ease. "It's all right," he reassured them, his voice no longer a whisper thanks to the protective enchantment. "I've just created a sound barrier around us, so we can talk normally. Are you two okay?"
In response, the two of them just starred at him warily, their expressions a mixure of surprise and disbelief, not speaking.
Harry smiled, increasing the volume of his voice, "It's alright," he affirmed, "those STUPID ALIENS over there can't here us. We are ok to talk."
His words brought a gentle smile to the face of the younger woman, a glimmer of relief and gratitude evident in her eyes. However, the older lady's response was far more dramatic. As she attempted to form a reply to Harry, her mouth quivered, and tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over in a torrent of grief.
The younger girl immediately enfolded her sobbing aunt in a compassionate and comforting embrace and whispered softly in her ear. She then turned her attention to Harry, her expression conveying a sense of sadness as she explained, "Sorry, my aunt just watched her friend get knocked out the window." Her eyes gestured toward the shattered window behind Harry, the traumatic scene clearly still fresh in their minds.
Harry's smile remained warm and reassuring as he gently shook his head, attempting to alleviate their distress. "Do not worry," he comforted them, "I managed to save her."
The older lady's eyes widened with astonishment as hope filled her expression. "You managed to save May?" she inquired, her voice a balancing of disbelief and gratitude.
"Yes," Harry affirmed, "I did. Or, well, I technically never got her name, but I managed to save a lady about your age who fell out of that window a couple of minutes ago. She is actually the reason I knew to come up here and ..."
Before he could finish his sentence, both ladies erupted from their shelter under the desk with a burst of emotion. They enveloped Harry in a spontaneous, exuberant hug, their expressions a mixture of joy, relief, and gratitude.
Once more, the older lady found solace in her quiet sobs, her gratitude pouring forth as she whispered "Thanks so much!" over and over again into Harry's ear.
After allowing them several moments, Harry gently ended the embrace, but his smile remained, a source of reassurance even as he pointed discreetly in the direction of the alien intruders. "I obviously really enjoy receiving hugs from two ladies as incredibly lovely as yourselves," he began, his tone light, "but I still need to deal with the situation here first. And there are probably plenty of others in the city who will need help."
His words served as a sobering reminder of the crisis at hand, swiftly redirecting their focus to the present. The two women leaned back, their expressions now serious and determined. They exchanged a series of wordless glances that seemed to carry an entire conversation before the younger woman turned her gaze directly to Harry, locking her eyes onto his with a sense of purpose. "How can we help?" she inquired, the determination evident in her voice.
Harry's gaze darted back and forth between the two women, his surprise evident in his expression as he processed the unexpected offer to help. He took a moment, before he cautiously risked a quick look around the desk, in response to hearing a new sound. What he witnessed was the arrival of yet another alien, emerging from a nearby hallway. The intruder had seemingly gathered a few more individuals from somewhere within the building and was herding them toward the larger group huddled together in the corner.
Turning his attention back to the two women, Harry hesitated for a brief moment. "Well, I don't really need ..." he began to respond, but his words abruptly faltered. The young girl's face had contorted into an expression of visible frustration, and it reminded him of how he himself had often felt marginalized when others assumed he shouldn't be part of the action. He hastily rephrased his statement, acutely aware of the benefit of others being involved in a plan.
"Ummm ... what I meant to say is that I could use a distraction," he admitted, acknowledging the value of their participation. "And I need to know if there are any other aliens present."
Harry smiled as he observed the transition of emotions on the young woman's face, pleased to see the anger give way to her brilliant smile. There was a moment of contemplation on her part before she turned her attention back to Harry, her expression now thoughtful. "I think there were six of them originally," she began, her voice tinged with uncertainty. Her gaze bore a hint of concern as she continued, "I'm not positive, though. But one had disappeared a while ago, down a hallway. I assumed they were looking for anyone hiding in the offices."
Harry nodded in understanding, showing that he appreciated her input. Taking a calculated risk, he discreetly peered around the edge of the desk to confirm the number of aliens in the vicinity before shifting his gaze back to the two ladies. "Okay," he reported with a composed tone, "there are six of them there now. I had just seen one come from the hallway over there, leading a couple more people out into the space. So it looks like all six are back now."
The younger girl nodded, albeit with a hint of hesitation in her response. "Okay, yeah, then there must be six, although there has been a lot of movement, and when they knocked my aunt's neighbor out the window ..." Her voice trailed off, and she took a moment to glance at her aunt, who started trembling at the reminder, and offered her a comforting hug before returning her gaze to Harry. "Thanks again for saving her," she expressed her gratitude at his actions, but then she momentarily cast her eyes downward as if in a subtle display of shame.
Harry tried to meet her gaze and reached out to firmly grasp her hand, causing her to look up in surprise. Hoping his words carried a reassuring tone and he was able to address her concerns. "There is nothing to be ashamed of," he emphasized. "You two made the best decision possible in a completely impossible situation."
A small, albeit somewhat strained smile began to form on her face, and Harry felt a surge of relief at the sight. Encouraged by her reaction, he pressed on. "But six aliens seems to check out, so let's go and free those people, together. Okay, here's the plan ..."
Following the detailed explanation of the plan, Harry slowly and carefully moved to the right of the room. He navigated with care, making use of available cover to remain concealed from the aliens situated at the opposite end. His primary objective was to ensure that when the imminent fighting began, he would maintain a clear line of sight on the aliens, hopefully granting him an advantage in the fight. He hoped this strategy would reduce the likelihood of any of the innocent civilians getting caught in the crossfire of a prolonged fight in the tight confines of the room.
As he advanced past the hallway that the alien had previously emerged from, herding several captives toward the main group, Harry scanned the hall, listening for any signs of additional threats. Satisfied that there were no immediate dangers from that direction, he continued his stealthy journey, eventually finding himself the shadow of a large bookshelf brimming with heavy looking volumes. The bookshelf had been partially displaced from the wall, likely in a scuffle the occurred when the aliens first arrived in the room.
Finally, Harry positioned himself where he had a clear line of sight on the aliens and the area designated for the girl to reach. With his preparations complete, Harry peered around the desk to observe her progress. As she reached the specified location on the other side of the room, she turned to face him, her gaze locking onto his. Harry responded with a reassuring smile, confirming their readiness for the forthcoming fight with a subtle nod and eye contact.
From his concealed vantage point, Harry observed the girl's swift action. She seized a flower pot that had been knocked off someone's desk and hurled it against the wall with a forceful crash before promptly ducking away and seeking refuge under cover. The resulting shattering of the vase proved to be an incredibly effective diversion, drawing the attention of all the aliens. They spun around, their focus now directed toward the source of the disturbance, completely unaware of Harry's presence.
Harry couldn't help but smile to himself as he quickly stood up, stepping out from behind his cover. He had anticipated that at least a couple of the aliens might divert their attention elsewhere, but seemingly they had all fallen for the ruse. He shrugged his shoulders at the thought that this scenario seemed almost too easy. With a determined expression on his face, he cast "Stupify" six times in rapid succession, his casting accomplished with impeccable precision.
In a matter of seconds, all six of the aliens dropped to the floor, incapacitated before any of them could even react and turn around to confront Harry. With his victory Harry turned his attention to the huddled group of people gathered in the corner of the room. As he took a step toward them with open palms, he attempted to offer them a calming and reassuring smile, aware that they had just been saved from a dire situation.
Harry sought to reassure the group of shaken individuals he had just freed in the room, his voice calm and steady as he addressed them. "It's alright. The aliens are just stunned," he explained. "I just need a couple of you to help me make sure they are tightly bound for when they do wake up. I'm not sure how strong they are or how long they will remain stunned. Now, if you just want to ..."
His words were abruptly cut short as the expressions of relief on the faces of the people quickly shifted into ones of abject fear. At the same moment, an unsettling garbled alien language reached his ears, originating from directly behind him.
With instincts honed by years of Quidditch and a mind trained in years of combat with Death Eaters and Voldemort, Harry reacted swiftly, his body spinning to face the source of the unexpected threat. In a split-second as he turned, he cast another silent stunning spell. However, his heart sank as he realized the gravity of his miscalculation.
The alien had been in motion behind him, and as a consequence, Harry's spell narrowly missed its target by mere inches, connecting with the wall and harmlessly dissipating. In that heart-stopping moment, Harry found himself staring into the menacing, glowing barrel of the alien weapon, a mere breath away from his head. Time seemed to stretch and contort, and Harry comprehended the seriousness of his current situation.
He knew that it was highly unlikely he would be able to recalibrate his aim, and he harbored doubts about his ability to apparate to safety in time. Helplessness washed over him as he locked eyes with the alien, which seemed to wear an eerie, malevolent smile on its face.
As Harry grappled with his racing thoughts, desperately seeking an alternative solution to his current predicament, both he and the alien were jolted by a sudden, noisy disturbance. A loud creak and a shrill scream emanated from the wall directly behind the alien, causing it to hesitate for a split second, uncertainty briefly clouding its face, realizing that the unexpected noise might signal a potential threat from behind or may simply be a ruse.
After that fleeting moment of hesitation, the alien spun around to confront the source of the disturbance, however its hesitation to investigate the noise ultimately sealed its fate. The alien hardly had time to recognize what was happening and raise its arms in defense as the massive oak bookshelf, laden with books, toppled over. With a deafening crash, the bookshelf fell upon the alien, burying it under the weight of the shelf itself and volumes.
Harry stood in stunned silence, his heart still racing from the encounter with danger. The fortuitous intervention came just in the nick of time. He looked up in astonishment, only to be greeted by the radiant smile of the stunning redhead who had apparently orchestrated his remarkable rescue. She stood proudly alongside the now-toppled bookshelf, a brilliant and accomplished grin on her face,
Harry's astonishment was palpable as he stared at the red-haired girl in disbelief. "You did that?" he uttered in amazement. "You saved my life."
The girl responded with a hearty laugh, her eyes sparkling as she regarded him. "Well, I couldn't just let our savior get killed now, could I? Consider us even."
Harry shook his head, a faint cringe on his face as he dismissed the title. "Please, no, no title. I'm Harry, just Harry."
Her response was a warm smile, accompanied by a nod of acknowledgment. However, before she could reciprocate the introduction, their attention was forcibly diverted. The sudden appearance of one of the space whales outside the window caused the entire building to tremble, its massive wake sending shockwaves through their buildings structure.
The astonishing sight of a space whale passing by their window was accompanied by a deafening roar in the distance, Harry wasn't sure how to describe it but seemed louder and … angrier than any giant he had heard before. It was a primal sound that resonated foreboding. Following the roar, dramatic lightning bolts surged down from a clear sky, arcing with an intensity in the direction of the previous noise. Harry watched the display unfold before him, his face etched with silent concern as he made his way toward the window knowing there was work to be done.
However, his progress toward the open window was abruptly halted by a gentle but firm grasp on his upper arm. Harry turned around to find the concerned expression of the red-haired girl, her expressive eyes reflecting a genuine unease. As he gazed back at her, he couldn't help but notice once again the striking charm she possessed, and he really appreciated the warm, reassuring smile she directed his way after he turned to face her.
He met her gaze, his eyes reflecting determination as he pointed back over his shoulder to the tumultuous cityscape beyond the window. "I need to go out there," he stated resolutely. "There might be others in danger who need help. There might be others in danger who I can help."
She nodded in understanding, her expression a mix of gratitude and respect. "I know. I wouldn't be so selfish as to ask you to stay just to protect us," she replied with a sense of selflessness. "We can handle tying up the aliens. I just wanted to thank you for saving us."
With a graceful and heartfelt gesture, she leaned forward and lightly kissed him on the cheek, leaving a tingling sensation in the spot where her lips had touched. "Good luck out there," she wished him in a whisper, her eyes reflecting her sincerity over his previous actions.
Harry returned her smile, appreciating her understanding and support. Without further ado, he turned towards the window and disapparated, vanishing from the room and reappearing on the roof of a nearby building a couple of blocks away. His aim was to gain elevation, following the direction of the lightning and the roaring noise, determined to investigate the source and assess whether it posed a new threat.
As he disappeared from the room, the red-haired girl continued to gaze out of the window, her eyes fixed on the city below. She then glanced up in the direction Harry had disappeared, a faint smile gracing her lips as she whispered softly, "Go get 'em, tiger."
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Story Note 1 – Harry will still have his magic but won't be able to get a wand for obvious reasons. Luckily as the Master of Death he has an innate ability to use the Power of the Hallows in the new universe. Will primarily focus on the elder wand (will appear as wandless, nonverbal magic) and occasional invisibility. He will have power of the resurrection stone but that will not come up often, as its power is universe dependent so he is not able to call up his mum or dad or Sirius or … whoever else to chat. However, there is an arc planned in this story where he will get to use it
Story Note 2 – Even though Harry saved Dr. Strange (the physician) from a car crash and the subsequent damage to his hands, thus preventing his path to becoming Dr. Strange (the superhero). Dr. Strange will reappear and become … (no spoilers)
Story Note 3 – For anyone who has questions about the cellphone reference, even though Harry lived with the Dursleys, and in muggle England I am choosing to believe that cellphones were not a very common piece of technology back then, much less for Harry
Story Note 4 – This story will be inspired by the MCU – Earth 199999, with only one minor change I am slightly changing the spiderman story. As Peter Parker was just a kid (still not spiderman at the time of the battle of new York) am aging him up and might be combining characteristics of the Toby and Tom versions. There might be some other small little changes but they will almost solely be focused on spiderman, if they are present will mention them in a story note as they appear.
Story Note 5 – Ok one other minor change, have aged down some of the superhero characters a little bit so they will be closer to Harry's age. Nothing unrealistic. But late 20's/early 30's.
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Author Note 1 – New story! Hope you enjoy! Harry Potter Marvel cinematic Universe Crossover. AU. Obviously not epilogue compliant with respect to Harry Potter.
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