A/N: This is my attempt at a crossover between Harry Potter and the Marvel Cinematic Universe. I may cross it over with more in the future. The Elder Scrolls Skyrim is one I'm looking into, but that won't happen until later. The MCU crossover will be minimum to begin with. I'm just opening up avenues for future plans. There will be history though. Consider this an AU of the Harry Potter 'verse and less tragic beginnings.
Chapter 1: The Boy who Lived and Protected
Lily
It was supposed to be the happiest times of our lives. I was married to James Potter, a man who I fell in love with in our teenaged years at an amazing school for our kind known as, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Together, we had a son named Harry James Potter. We had a house, great friends, and my husband was the second to the last living heir to the Potter Fortune. With James and I being magically gifted as a witch and wizard, it was almost as if we were living in our own little fairytale. If one would analyze our life by those standards, they'd believe we were set for life. But tragically, we weren't.
We were in hiding, from a very powerful Dark Wizard who was so frightening, so powerful, and so evil, the wizarding community were, as a whole, terrified to speak his name. So in fear, they substituted it as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or You-Know-Who. It was common for his followers, who were known as Death Eaters, to refer to him as The Dark Lord or Master. His birth name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, but no one dared speak that name either. The name that we all feared, was known as Voldemort. The only person that I knew that called him by that name without fear, was Albus Dumbledore, our headmaster at Hogwarts. James and I, along with several of our friends were few who opposed the Dark Wizard openly. We were apart of an order known as Order of The Phoenix, Albus was the leader of the said order. The reason we were being hunted by the dark wizard was simple. Albus had witnessed the telling of a prophecy that was said to be the only chance the wizarding world had against the dark lord. Voldemort, marked Harry as the Child, openly announcing it, even though there was one other child who had been born the same day as Harry, Neville Longbottom. But he chose my baby boy. It did not mean I wished harm on Frank and Alice's child. But I constantly wondered why my child was given this fate.
There was a spell that was put on our residence that made it invisible, intangible, unplottable, and unreachable by anyone who was not the Primary or Secret Keeper. There was only one person who could divulge the information to where we were and that was a friend named Peter Pettigrew, even if it was common knowledge that Sirius Black, my little boy's Godfather, James' best friend. Everyone believed that Sirius Black was the Secret-Keeper, which he had no problem being the decoy due to his protectiveness over us and our close friends. Life in the quaint and cozy Potter Cottage was actually enjoyable, if it wasn't for the fact we were being hunted.
James didn't want me to leave the property, due to the fear of losing me or Harry. He was the sole provider of our family, taking a great risk to go out into the open of Godric's Hollow to meet with Sirius, Peter, or our other friend Remus Lupin for updates on the war. Remus was having about as much of a tough time as we were only he was under scrutiny for being a Werewolf. He was a good man, but his condition left him unable to get a job and was forced to be considered a "half-breed". Out of the kindness of our hearts, James and I agreed that he would be our financial assistant so that he could have something to live off of and to deliver us money from Gringotts, a wizard bank run by goblins. We were all really working together at that point. Sirius was protecting us by being a decoy Secret-Keeper, Remus was delivering us money so we could go and buy groceries to feed our family while also having money for him to have a roof over his head, and Peter was keeping his head low and was the actual secret keeper. It was a symbiotic relationship that we were all in.
James was highly cautious when he ventured out into Godric's Hollow for groceries or diapers for Harry. I would continue to watch on from the front yard, sometimes with Harry, sometimes with him asleep or occupied in the house. James would always borrow a cart from the local grocer just to get everything in one outing. I couldn't deny that being secluded from the outside world was taxing on us. We were constantly on guard, even if we were as safe as we could get. When we were out in our thirty acre back yard, we constantly looked over our shoulders for danger. When we slept, we slept with one eye open and closely monitored our baby boy. I loved my family. I loved them with all my heart. To save my son and my husband, I'd give my life without a second thought, and that was a fact reciprocated by James. I couldn't recall how many times I cried myself to sleep with James' arms around me because of the danger we were in.
We had made it for several months, having little contact with the outside world save weekly visits from Remus who personally delivered our mail, which was mostly from Sirius or my sister Petunia. Peter had grown distant, which James found slightly odd, while I felt bad for him. Having such a huge responsibility was probably taxing on him just as it was for us. Peter was the least brave of his friends, but he took on the responsibility as Secret Keeper with a courage and loyalty to James.
It was the morning of Halloween. Harry was of course, up before we were. It had took him almost a year, but he had finally gotten used to a sleep schedule. I woke up hair a mess. I looked over to see James was still asleep, because last night was his turn to change and check up on Harry throughout the night. I moved to the bathroom to get a bath. Afterwards, when I was dressed decently, I checked on Harry who was in his crib playing with a plush baby wolf toy. He immediately looked at me as I approached smiling with a half toothless smile.
"Whatchoo doing?" I asked him as I got closer. Being his mother, I always spoke to him in the most loving tone I could. He was my only child, half of my whole world, my little prince. I loved him so much, mere words could not describe it.
"Play!" He said with a smile that melted my heart. "Toy."
"I see that," I said smiling and picking him up and his plush wolf. I walked into the kitchen and put Harry on a mat where he played while I was busy. He was content to give his plush wolf commands by pointing. The toy would walk or float to the desired location. Harry was smart for a one-year-old, being able to form words already. He seemed to grasp things way ahead of his time.
I began to cook breakfast, casting charms to begin the process. I casted a fire starting charm on our cast iron stove and started making dishware I would need to float to their desired positions. Some moved over the flames of the charmed fires on the cast iron stove, while others moved to countertops for use. Whisks, measuring cups, and everything used for cooking began to float around. When I felt everything was out that I would need, I began charming ingredients. I admit that using magic for cooking was probably lazy to muggles, if the knew about this type of deal, but to my kind I was a talented house mother. Casting Charms was one of my specialties. Professor Flitwick, the Hogwart's Charm's instructor was rather impressed by my degree of knowledge and skill in such matters.
Nearly thirty minutes later, James had awoken and came in, wearing warm clothing. He rubbed his eyes under his glasses before giving us a rough vocalization that went like, "grmornin'"
I laughed. "Good morning dear," I said.
"Daddy!" Harry spoke immediately recognizing that his father had walked in the room. The boy always recognized his father's grizzly bear sounding morning voice. The sound of our son's innocent call for attention was enough to wake James up.
"Hey kiddo," James said picking up his son, "How's my little trooper doing?"
"Play!" Harry responded, earning a laugh from his father while I smiled.
"No," I said in the motherly tone someone would have for a toddler, "it's time for bite, bite."
"Bite, bite!" Harry said raising his hands. Bite, bite was the only way Harry understood that it was time to eat. He actually came up with the words on his own after hearing James say it one time after we were in a conversation during dinner one night. The thing about Harry was, he was smart for his age. So smart, that he was learning how to speak ahead of the time it would take toddlers to do so. I remembered him figuring out that Padfoot was Sirius. He called him Pudfoot in both human and his animagus form as well as Surus. I bet he would be a Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. I'd be okay with Hufflepuff too. I highly doubted he'd be in Slytherin because he was just too happy of a baby to be a sneaky snake.
"Okay," James said putting him in a high chair, "bite, bite time." I fixed Harry some eggs and bits of sausage, which his dad fed him. After we had all ate, I charmed all of the dishes to clean themselves and put themselves away.
The rest of the day consisted us listening to the WWN (Wizarding Wireless Network) and playing with Harry. Everything was fine and it was just another day for us. Though I wanted to cook something for Halloween, I decided against it. Instead, we would continue to hope that we would stay hidden. We were putting our faith in Peter.
I hoped it wouldn't be too long before something was done about Voldemort. We didn't want to be in hiding forever. Hopefully, Dumbledore or someone else could finish him off, regardless of a stupid prophecy.
I wanted to see Harry grow up and make new friends, learn magic, and live an ordinary wizarding life with his own family. I wanted to see the excitement in his eyes when he could cast his first spell. I wanted to see him grow up without any worries of someone trying to murder him. It was all wishful thinking.
It was a quiet night. We wouldn't have suspected it to happen if alarms hadn't been triggered. In addition to the Fidelius charm, we had an intruder charm set directly for anyone who wasn't a Marauder or Dumbledore. My heart skipped a beat as fear started to overwhelm me. James and I looked at each other immediately. With us being on the floor playing with Harry and his toys, Harry being between us, we were in a very vulnerable state.
The front door opened in front of us immediately and a cloaked figure stepped through. I could see his dreadful gaze as he stepped into the room. His face was altered, looking similar to a reptilian, his eyes red and his skin white and leathery. Fear came over me as he pulled out his wand.
"Lily run!" James said, "Take Harry and run!" Before I could pick up Harry and James could grab his wand, Voldemort raised his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!" The dark wizard yelled aiming the curse at Harry. James got in front of us. But the green curse bolt stopped about halfway between us and Voldemort. There was a pressure in the house, almost like it was holding its breath.
"NO!" I heard the sounds of Harry's screams. Harry was suddenly ripped from my arms as James and I were knocked back to the sides of the room with Harry floating in the middle like some sort of enigma. "GO AWAY!" I was in complete and utter shock. How was this possible? The bolt continued its path and hit Harry with a clean headshot.
"No!" James yelled in despair.
"Harry!" I screamed.
The killing curse hit my little boy, only it didn't do anything. Voldemort stopped all motion with the exception of throwing his hood off in fury.
"What!?" He growled. Harry was still alive.
Harry held his forehead with both his hands. "Owieee," He uttered with a cry, then looked at the dark wizard. "Bad!" I couldn't take my eyes off of him as the room got silent. A bright green flash exploded outwards in Voldemort's general direction. Anything around Voldemort was completely obliterated as everything in the green energy's path was sent in the same direction of the blast. The green light was so blinding, I had to cover my eyes.
When I did open them, James' eyes and mine met before we looked at our son who was asleep on the ground right where we were before any of this happened. Voldemort was gone as well as most of the front half of the living room and the front gate and partially the street. I ran up to Harry and wrapped him in my arms crying. He was still breathing. James held us both tightly trembling more so than I was. The only indication that Harry had been hurt, was a lightning shaped cut on his forehead.
….
James
My worst fear had been realized when Voldemort had been the one to cross that intruder charm and opened our door. I actually was prepared for death when I jumped in front of my family to protect them. But I wasn't expecting for a killing curse to stop right in front of us like time had been halted and to be flung to the side, along with my wife, by our infant son who took on the curse without any second thoughts. I thought he was dead, but he held his head like he was flicked with something small and insignificant. It took me a moment to process that my little boy had saved our lives and just absorbed a killing curse like it was nothing. When he screamed back at the Dark Lord, his voice carried as well as a rebounding curse that seemed to be magnified several times over and directly aimed in Voldemort's general direction.
The damage had been done, and Voldemort was obliterated. But my son, my wife, and I were still alive. I held the two in my arms as my wife cried in relief. I struggled to keep my composure, but it was difficult. "It's okay," I said trying to reassure Lily, "He's gone."
"I know," Lily said sniffling, "I just can't believe it. Harry…." She trailed off.
"I know," I agreed. It was unbelievable. But I heard something coming from where Voldemort was. In his place, was a mangled version of Voldemort with a faint outline of green energy. Lily screamed, immediately terrified.
"You think your little brat can defeat me that easily!?" It said in a raspy voice, "You have merely delayed the inevitable. I will be back Potters. And the day it happens, you and your son will be extinguished forever!"
"Depulso!" A familiar voice yelled out. The mangled dark lord turned into billowing smoke, which in turned moved as a single entity out of the building through an open window. Albus Dumbledore was standing in the gates of our front yard.
"Professor Dumbledore," I said in relief.
"My dear friends," He spoke, "Are you three okay?"
"Yes sir," I said looking back at my family, "we are." Soon after, Padfoot and Moony apparated on the outskirts of the ward behind Dumbledore.
"Oh thank god," Moony spoke in relief.
"Prongs, Lily," Padfoot said, "You're okay."
"What have you done Sirius!?" Moony yelled turning on Padfoot.
"What!?" Padfoot questioned, "What are you talking about Moony?"
"You sold them out!?" Moony demanded ready to fire on Padfoot.
"Sirius….." Dumbledore spoke with apprehension, "Why? Why have you betrayed them?"
"I did no such thing!" Padfoot exclaimed, "Wormtail! Peter was the Secret Keeper!" The argument snapped me from my state of shock. The accusation surprised Moony and Dumbledore.
"It's….true," I spoke up in disbelief, everyone looking at me, "Wormtail was…..the secret keeper." One of my best friends who was also one of my groomsmen in my wedding, had betrayed us. He sold us out. "He's the only one who….." I couldn't finish. This betrayal; it had taken a toll on me along with recent events.
"That bloody rat!" Padfoot yelled in immediate fury, "How could he!? How could he betray you two to that…...evil….." He tried to calm himself down. "We have to find Pettigrew and make him pay."
"Calm down Sirius," Dumbledore spoke, "We must keep a level head. Justice will be served. I will alert the Aurors immediately."
"By that time Pettigrew can escape!" Padfoot argued.
"Sirius," Lily spoke up for the first time after wiping the tears away from her face, "Don't do anything reckless." He calmed down a bit as he always had a soft spot for Lily's logic, even if it annoyed him a lot. "The last thing we need is for you to find him and he finds a way to blame you for something you didn't do."
"She's right Sirius," Moony spoke, "Peter has always tried to pass blame on others if he wasn't doing something with you or James. Now that he's been caught, there's no telling what he would do to stay out of trouble."
The thought stirred for a while within Sirius who finally gave in. "Very well…..But don't think for a minute I like this decision."
The group was interrupted by a crying baby. "There there," Lily said rocking her child in her arms, "It's okay."
Harry continued to cry before words could finally be legible in between cries. "Lon-long-bottoms-bad-people-hurt."
"Longbottom?" I asked.
"Shh," Lily said comforting our child, "It'll be okay." It took a moment, but Harry finally fell back asleep.
"Professor!" Lily said, "Harry…...I…..I don't know how to explain it. But…...maybe we should check up on Frank and Alice. You won't believe what Harry did earlier, but he's smart. He knows Voldemort's followers could go after them."
"I will see to it that they are significantly guarded my dear," Dumbledore spoke, "Fawkes?" An explosion of fire and Dumbledore's trademark familiar appeared. "Alert the Aurors of what has transpired." He conjured up a letter for him. "Get this straight to the Auror's office." The Phoenix nodded before taking the letter in its beak and flying off. It burst into flames in the distance. Dumbledore then turned to look at us. "Now…..what happened. How was Voldemort's body destroyed? I surmised that I banished Voldemort's spirit? It is unclear what that was at the moment."
I wondered how I could explain what Lily and I witnessed to them without mucking up the explanation. Then I remembered my father had a Pensieve. "You're not going to believe this," I spoke, "It's hard to explain so we'll just use the Pensieve upstairs."
Lily put Harry to bed before joining us. I extracted my memory of what had happened and allowed Dumbledore and my two friends to view the memory starting from around a minute before the alarms for the intruder charm went off. The memory ended when Professor Dumbledore banished Voldemort's non-corporeal form.
"I believe that what I had banished was Voldemort's very soul," Dumbledore spoke, "Somehow, he has obtained an understanding of dark magic that allows him to freely attach and detach his soul to a suitable living being."
"So he's still out there," Moony asked.
"Yes," Albus spoke, "He still is. But I believe that he was hanging on by a thread. As such, it may be a while before he returns….if he does."
"So we have a limited amount of time right?" Padfoot asked, "And Harry's the only one who can stop him?"
"I'm afraid so," Dumbledore spoke, "Lily. James. I am terribly sorry for your son's future. I wish there was another way. But if anything events so far have proven that Harry is the only one capable of combatting the dark lord. I wish it was not so."
Lily just nodded. "I understand professor," She spoke, "Harry has so much to bear while he's growing up."
"It's going to be unfair for him," I said frowning, "He's barely even one year old and he's already vanquished a dark wizard. There is too much expected of him."
"That is why the load must be lifted," Albus said, "Even if mildly. He needs to be prepared….as much as we want it to happen, he can't grow up being a normal Wizard. Once word gets out that he destroyed Voldemort, there will be peace, for a while at least."
"So what should we do?" I asked him.
"I'm not sure how to proceed," Albus spoke, "But…." The sound of a low pitch whistle could be heard, like someone was grinding metal on metal. It was coming from the front door. We stepped outside wands at the ready, with the exception of Albus. The look on his face was one of recognition. It was a portal or something. Out stepped a slender woman with no hair.
"Greetings," She spoke. The way she carried herself, was like a monk. Her arms were behind her back and her robes were something similar to wizarding robes. Her icy blue eyes held a gaze that would make you question everything about yourself as if she was boring into your mind.
"Who are you?" Sirius said confused holding his wand at her.
"Peace Sirius," Albus spoke, "She is no threat." He walked up to her a kissed her knuckles. "My dear it has been a long time."
"Too long Albus," She replied nodding, "It seems time is catching up with you old friend."
"Indeed," Albus replied with a twinkle in his eye. He turned to us with a smile, "My dear friends, let me introduce you to the Ancient One, Earth's Sorcerer Supreme." We looked at him expectantly. No one knew who or what this sorcerer supreme was. Was she higher rank than the Supreme Mugwump in the International Confederation of Wizards? And the Ancient One? Was that a title or name?
"Ancient One," Albus continued, "These are Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Lily and James Potter, and their son."
"I am pleased to meet you all," She replied, "Your confusion is not unwarranted and the timing is tragic. It seems some of your magic can hide from even my sight. The Fidelius charm I believe?" Albus nodded, "Magic is a ceaseless wonder. Even in all my years, even I have scratched the surface of it all. Your kind has a great multitude of avenues of magic. Anyways, as Albus stated, I am the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth. I watch over anything in the Mystic Arts, including your own kind. I have allowed wizarding kind to govern themselves and remain hidden for centuries."
"Wait…." Sirius said, "What do you mean centuries?"
"I am old," She replied, "Older than Merlin. He was once a student of mine. Albus here, was also a brief student, but fate needed him elsewhere."
"So may I ask what you are doing here?" Lilly asked.
"My apologies," the Ancient One replied, "I know it is a stressful time for you. I will not intervene with Wizarding affairs as your kind is so resistant to change. But I foresaw this outcome. It is strange to think that this was an outcome that had a less than one percent chance of happening. All others were more tragic."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
She nodded. She threw her hand out to the side and an illusionary thread appeared. "Time is one of the mystical phenomenon's that make up the world. Imagine with every choice that has the potential to change something in a flow. This creates branches, or alternate realities." To emphasize her point, branches started appearing. "Well, this reality, your son has saved your lives with strange power. In many other realities, you two die and Harry is taken in by your non magical family. Sirius Black is framed for betraying you and the murder of Peter Pettigrew. Events will spiral and the outcome for your son's future eventually becomes good after a hard life. But that kind of reality is one where I do not intervene or might not exist. This reality, is where we are now." She showed a branch that had originally branched off the main thread, but ran parallel. "Now that it is confirmed we are here, it opens up possibilities for more prosperous or tragic futures."
"So how do we avoid the tragic futures," Remus asked.
"By changing," The Ancient One said, "It will not happen overnight. But your kind has to change. There will be events in the future where non-magical folk will not think of you as the most insane thing that exists. There are beings and worlds out there that you are not aware of. Mutants, Gods, supernatural beings, sciences you cannot comprehend. The universe is one big sandbox. Your kind, no offence, is insignificant to what is out there. You are but a portion of a fingernail on a planet in a much broader universe."
"That does sound insane," Sirius spoke up, "So how are we supposed to change?"
"Your kind," She replied, "Are stuck in ways where you keep magic and magical elements secret. You hide from the, I believe you British folk call Muggles. You teach your children only magic. You do not help them understand the outside world without prejudice. There are pockets of muggles that are far more advanced than others, to the point where their technology allows them to hide from the world in a similar fashion as you do. I believe they are called Wakanda. Back to the topic at hand. Your kind needs to change. Your teachings need to broaden and you need to adapt to upcoming conflicts. The one called Voldemort will return. He will be stronger. In every reality I have seen it. He comes back and there's only one person who can kill him permanently. Your son." She looked at my wife and son and held out her hands. "May I? I will not harm him."
Lily reluctantly gave Harry to her. She held the sleeping child in her arms gingerly. "Look at him," She smiled, "Sleeping like a rock, like he didn't just survive a spell meant to kill. I sense powerful magic within him and two foreign entities of magic. One from you Lilly and James, while the other is the Dark Lord's."
"What?" I asked in shock and worried for my son.
"I do not know what kind of magic it is," the Ancient One spoke, "It is one I have never experienced as far as I am aware. But there is only one who can remove it. While the protection magic that you two have given Harry helps him stave off Voldemort, the magic that he left inside him, connects the two."
"Connects them?"
"I believe that part of Voldemort is in Harry," The Ancient One said, "Nothing harmful, but like a power transfer. I also believe that he is the only one who can remove it. He has marked him."
"The One with the power to Vanquish the Dark Lord approaches….Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies….and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not….and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives….The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…" Those words came from Albus Dumbledore. "The scar on Harry's forehead is the physical representation of the mark, while the piece of Voldemort inside Harry is the magical representation of the mark. The Dark Lord will mark him as his equal…."
"Is that another prophecy?" I asked concerned.
"Yes," Albus said, "It was given by a seer named Sibil Trelawny a few months before Harry was born. Voldemort had heard part of this prophecy by one of his former followers."
"Former Follower?"
"Severus Snape," Albus said, "He switched sides. He is both the reason the Dark Lord tried to hunt the Potters down, but also warned me that he knew. But before you thin-"
Fury erupted from both my friends and I, while Lilly broke into tears once more.
"I'll kill him!" Sirius roared.
"Get in line!" I yelled.
"We have to make him pay," Remus uttered.
"Why?" Lilly broke down.
"Silence!" Albus yelled as the ruckus was about to get louder and more uncontrollable. We obeyed. We didn't like it. But Albus had to finish. "I have discovered that he was under the Imperius Curse."
"What?" Lilly asked, "Professor Dumbledore, I-I don't think he….."
Albus walked over and held her hand in his own. "My sweet Lilly," He said comfortingly, "I assure you, he was. There is a power capable of making one overcoming the Imperius Curse. Severus may have gone to his side, but even he had lapses. He did everything he could, to protect both of you. He may have put you in danger, but the prophecy did not mention who he would mark. When the dark lord found out Harry was born, he put a hit out on all three of you. When Severus was told, he broke through the curse and alerted me. Without his warning, I would not have suggested you two go into hiding under the Fidilius Charm. The Imperius Curse he was under only reinforced his servitude to the Dark Lord. If he had not broken through it, we would not have known that Voldemort was after you."
"So what?" Sirius said aggravatedly, "So we let him get away with no consequences?"
"Oh there are consequences," Albus said, "He is to help our side. He is now our double agent with Voldemort gone. We know Voldemort will return. Severus has agreed to help us as atonement. He does not expect forgiveness. He just wants to make amends."
"He can amend everything by being thrown in Azkaban," Sirius growled. I had to agree with Sirius. Only Lilly ever had even a semblance of a good relationship with Severus Snape; but that was before he called her a Mudblood and became distant. There were so many times I looked back and regretted what we did to him. I was nothing but a bully to him; the Marauders all were.
"I hate to say it," I said firmly, "I mean….I REALLY hate to say it." Everyone looked at me. "Professor Dumbledore is right. I know Snape isn't all sunshine and rainbows. I know he screwed up. But without him, Lilly, Harry, and I would be dead. I say we trust in Professor Dumbledore. Saving our lives….I think he deserves a second chance."
"Prongs you can't be serious," Sirius said looking like he just got slapped.
"I am," I replied looking at him with determination, "We have always wanted to make amends for how we treated him."
"Not me," Sirius muttered. I ignored him.
"Maybe we can start trying now," I finished. Lilly looked at me wiping tears from her eyes.
"That is good then," The Ancient One said, "Then we are on track for a better future. Like it or not, Severus being forgiven is one of the keys for the future." She handed Harry back to Lilly. "One last thing. It is important that Harry get the recognition he deserves for defeating the Dark Lord. I know that you do not wish for the child to grow up in the spotlight, but the wizarding world needs to understand how important he is. It will help with the sociable and political future for wizards. Don't forget, he still needs a childhood. For both the magical and non-magical communities, I urge you all to think about how you can further integrate into non-magical society in the future and also to improve the lifestyles and magical prowess of Magical Britain. So long as you remain on track and try to defy those who use the darker magic for evil, you can count the Masters of the Mystic Arts as allies." She looked at Albus. "I'll be in touch with you and the Order. You remember how to reach us, I trust?"
"That I do Master," Albus said bowing, "And we will keep your existence and aid a secret furthermore."
"Very well then," She said motioning her hand in a circle. The portal opened up once more. "I bid you all a farewell." She walked through and the portal. "Oh, before I forget, there are a few names to remember. I believe Harry mentioned one. These names will influence young Harry's childhood before he goes to school. Longbottom, Abbott, Weasley, Bones, Lovegood, and Greengrass. With that, the portal disappeared as if it was never there.
"She is as mysterious as ever," Albus spoke, "and she, like many who know of our existence in the world, have sworn to keep Wizarding-kind a secret, so long as we do not allow ourselves to be revealed and operate under fair laws. But enough about that my friends. I believe it has been a rough night for all of us, particularly the Potters. We'll have to inform the Order and the Ministry of tonight's transgressions. We cannot allow the Ancient One's participation to be known to the ministry. It will cause upheaval with the ICW."
I looked at Lily pondering what kind of future our son would have. He wouldn't get to have a normal Wizarding childhood. We knew that. We'd have to find a way to train him to be better than any other wizard out there. But was the cost of a good childhood worth the price of a tougher training regime? It was an answer I didn't want to know.
A day later, the entire British community would know though what Harry did. He would forever be known as, "The boy who lived and protected."