LAST TIME
"Father," a figure kneeled in front of a throne of obsidian, his head bowed. "We've detected peculiar readings emanating from Earth – Midgard. A surge of formidable energy."
A pair of blue-yellow eyes snapped open.
"And how does that concern me, Corvus?" The voice reverberated through the ship.
"We suspect that it might be one of the six we seek, father," Corvus rose to his feet.
"Or it could've been one of the gods," the man on the throne leaned forward, his golden armor gleaming in the light of a nearby star. "The divine take a deep interest in the backwater planet for reasons I never understood."
"It was an anomaly, sire," Corvus beseeched. "The presence of an Infinity Stone on that planet could explain the divine fascination."
"And what do you wish me to do?" The man asked. "If we were to assault Midgard, it would inevitably garner Asgard's notice. Such attention could jeopardize the success of our goal. Odin might be old but he is formidable."
"Of course, father," Corvus bowed. "All I ask is for your approval to visit the planet and seek out the source of power myself. If I succeed, we will be taking a step further toward our goal."
"Indeed," the man's fingers drummed on the armrest of the obsidian throne. "Very well. Do not disappoint me, Corvus."
"Yes, father." Corvus Glaive said. "I will leave for Midgard at once."
Ch.9 With Great Power
White fog shimmered all over the pristine marble floor, drifting in all directions.
'Where am I?' Harry cupped a palmful of fog which fell back through the gaps of his fingers. 'Why am I here?'
"So clever, yet so foolish," a high voice spoke behind him.
A woman dressed in a pitch black gown floated behind him, her black hair flowing in an invisible wind.
"Death," Harry rose to his feet, scattering some fog. "I didn't die again, did I?"
"No," her lips thinned. "You did me a favor by returning the souls of the dead and sealing the rifts all over London. So, I decided to give you one in return."
The fog twisted around his ankles and Harry found himself seated on a chair across death.
The eye of Agamotto containing the Soul Stone floated between them.
"You figured out how to open the eye of power," Death's eyes gleamed. "You were not meant to figure it out so soon. I even made sure that the Daughter of Aodh— your Sorcerer Supreme, forgot about Agamotto's eye of power. And yet, you figured it out."
"It was sheer, dumb luck," McGonagall's words tumbled through Harry's lips.
"It was dumb," Death's gaze bored into him. "Opening two Infinity Stones and using them right next to each other. Had your Sorcerer Supreme not stopped time, the consequences might've been dire."
"So we are safe?" Harry asked.
Death's lips thinned into a line. "You were not meant to figure out the full usage of the stone so soon, Harry Potter. Not without more knowledge and training. Had you slipped during your little stunt, every living being on your planet would have perished, their souls being banished to my realm."
Harry felt a sharp pang beneath his ribs.
"But it didn't happen," Harry pointed out. "I concentrated on the souls of the dead, not the living. I made sure of it."
"A small mercy, Harry Potter," Death clasped her bony white fingers. "A word of advice. The Infinity Stones are as dangerous as they're powerful. Your Sorcerer Supreme has centuries of experience handling hers. You do not. Learn more about it— more about magic and sorcery. You were close to summoning the power of the stone at will before you gave up."
"I… was?" Harry frowned.
"Yes," Death said. "You don't need to open the eye unless you wish to summon the full power of the Soul Stone. Well, at least as much power as a mortal can summon."
"How much can I summon without opening the eye?"
"You could've easily done what you did today," Death shrugged.
"And could I have—" Harry hesitated. "Slipped up?"
"Had you learned it properly, it would've been much like your magic," Death said. "It would be under your control. But could you, if you wanted to? Yes, you could."
"You mean I can raze every life on Earth," Harry's mouth went dry. "Without even opening the stone."
"If you wanted to," Death said uncaringly. "And with enough training, of course. What I have given you is a great boon, Harry Potter. It is everything you need in order to do the job I've given you and more. But exercise caution. Because actions have consequences. Even mine."
The fog on the ground rose enveloping Harry.
"Good luck, Harry Potter," Death's voice rang. "Do not disappoint me."
And everything dissolved in a haze of white.
2nd November 2005
Harry's Home, Bleecker street
A loud ring pierced through the early morning haze and Harry flinched upright with a gasp.
Bright sunlight seared his eyes and the alarm tune blared in his head.
Fumbling blindly by his bedside, he picked up the phone, glancing at the screen through his eyelashes.
9:00 AM
With a harsh poke, Harry shut the alarm off and threw the phone on the bed.
"Ughh," he fell back on the mattress, clutching his temples.
His head throbbed worse than the times of his Voldemort visions. His throat was parched and his muscles were sore. Sunlight shone through his eyelids, making him see a haze of yellow and orange even with his eyes closed.
A faint shimmer shot from his hands, pulling the curtains close.
Pain lanced through his arm making him wince. Nausea rose, making Harry feel queasy.
With a wave, a bottle of water soared into his hand from the kitchen. Harry opened the cap, and gulped down the water.
A few drops dripped down his chin
"Bloody hell," Harry's stomach churned. "Bloody buggering hell."
Harry stumbled through the room, toward the drawer of medicines.
'Where are the pain-relief ones?' A foul taste rose in Harry's mouth. 'Fever, stomach upset, fever again, ah—'
Harry popped out two pills from the packet and gulped them down with water.
Harry stumbled back to the bed, and slumped down onto the covers with a groan.
'I got to stop waking up like this,' He dragged himself toward the pillow. 'Or stop the influx of the stone's power. Whenever I use the stone, this happens."
The doorbell chimed and Harry's eyes shot open.
"Who the bloody hell—" Harry twisted in his covers, apparating to the door of his house.
A wave of nausea hit him, making him clutch the nearby table. Bile rose but Harry swallowed it and slowly opened the door.
Master Daniel stood on the other side, wearing track pants and a t-shirt.
"Harry," his eyes roamed over Harry. "Did I wake you up?"
"No," Harry coughed. "The alarm did a few minutes ago. Is there some emergency?"
"Nah, the Ancient One asked me to check on you," Daniel said. "She said the fight against the Grote Slang took a lot out of you."
"It was tiring," Harry blinked some sleep out of his eyes. "I've never cast so many spells in a single go. Come in, please."
"It is a fearsome monster," Daniel walked behind Harry. "Not many would have fared well against such a monster."
'The Grote Slang was no worse than the Dragon or the Basilisk. Even easier, if I am honest.'
"It was a scary fight," Harry lied. "And the Ancient One saved my ass."
"From what she said, you handled yourself pretty well," Daniel smiled. "Injuring the creature, even binding it and keeping it occupied for enough time. It was no mean feat. Had this been like the old times, you would've gotten the title of master."
Harry sputtered. "What?"
"Oh, that's no longer the custom," Daniel waved him off. "Back in the times of the Roman era, the title of master was conferred with years of service, or, a great act of valor. Now, it is based on knowledge and capability."
"Right," Harry felt a sharp stab at his temples. "Is there anything I can get you? Tea? Coffee?"
"The Torch of Toulin, if you please," Daniel said. "It has to be returned to its place at the Hong-Kong Sanctum."
'It is still in my pouch, probably,' Harry's eyebrows drew into a deep vee. 'Let's hope I haven't lost it.'
"I'll be right back," Harry told Daniel and walked into the bedroom.
'Where's the pouch?' Harry ripped the blanket away, shaking it. His head turned frantically around, looking for the pouch.
'It has to be here,' Harry peeked under his bed before wrenching open his bedside drawer. 'Well, fuck it.' A picture of the pouch formed in front of his eyes. 'Accio pouch!'
Harry felt a sharp tug at his waist and the fabric of his jeans ripped, the pouch bouncing into his hand.
"Bloody hell," Harry clutched his trousers, keeping them from falling. "Reparo. Reparo."
The fabric sewed itself back together and Harry felt it tighten back around his waist.
'I should probably find a nice belt for the pouch,' Harry removed the torch from the small pouch, throwing it back on the bed. 'And remember to remove it before sleeping. I don't even remember going off to sleep though.'
"Got it," Harry announced, emerging from his bedroom. "Here you go."
"I almost thought you misplaced it." Daniel took the torch.
"If I misplace something, I find it," Harry ignored the throbbing in his head.
"You had to return this yesterday, Potter," Daniel rolled his eyes. "Apprentices are not allowed to keep artifacts unless the artifact chooses them."
"Yesterday?" Harry frowned. "I fought the Grote Slang last night."
"Potter, that was the day before yesterday," Daniel scoffed. "Today's the second of November."
"Wait. What happened to the first of November?" Harry glanced at the time.
"Man, it is the second of November," Daniel shook his head. "Did you sleep all of yesterday?"
Harry's mouth shaped into an O.
"I wish I could sleep like you," Daniel snorted. "Thirty hours straight. Maybe more. Anyhow, freshen up. You stink." Daniel swirled his hand, and a portal formed. "I expect to see you tomorrow at Kamar Taj. Don't oversleep or be late."
Before Harry could say anything, Daniel disappeared through the portal which collapsed behind him.
6th November 2005
Kamar Taj, Kathmandu
A small pile of books thumped lightly on the table, drawing Harry's attention. Perez hoovered over him, his eyes daring Harry to do something in his presence.
"Master Perez," Harry gave the man a bright smile. "How may I help you?"
"Apprentice Potter," Perez's eyes glinted in the light of the room. "I see that you're behaving."
Harry raised an eyebrow in response. "If you're giving me shit for taking that book—"
"You opened a portal in here," Perez leaned forward. "Portals are not allowed in my library. Certainly not for taking books without my express permission."
"I don't see how your permission matters more than the Ancient One's," Harry waved him off. "She told me to get that book urgently. So, I did."
"Portals are prohibited," Perez spat. "Even the Ancient One comes here physically to get those books. Be thankful I haven't banned you from my library. Had you acted of your own accord, I would've skewered you."
Harry swallowed the twinge of annoyance.
"What do you want right now?" Harry asked.
"The Ancient One has asked me to give you these books, one of them from her personal collection," Perez straightened up. "But the books from her personal collection don't leave the library. So this one, you will be reading here."
Perez removed the top of the pile, revealing the book at the bottom.
"The Book of Cagliostro—" Harry stiffened. "The study of time."
"Indeed," Perez sniffed. "I will not pretend to know why the Ancient One deemed you worthy of such knowledge. The book contains dangerous knowledge. Dangerous and seductive. Be warned. If we catch you practicing the forbidden arts—"
"You think she would've told me to read this if that was the path I was going to stray on?" Harry's voice became sharp as a rapier. "Don't be absurd, Perez. Just because I opened a portal to take a book out of your library doesn't make me a dark sorcerer."
"But it does make you a rule breaker," Perez glared at him. "Be warned, Potter."
"I am trembling," Harry snorted. "Take this book back to the collection for now. I will come and read it here tomorrow."
Perez scooped the book of Cagliostro up and turned on his heel, disappearing down the rows of bookshelves.
"Arse," Harry murmured, dragging the rest of the books Perez had left toward himself. "Ancient Artifacts— The Scrolls of Enchantments— Chenzy's Compendium of Astral Manipulations."
'She wants me to pursue the Soul Stone now,' Harry gathered his things. 'But that does not explain the Book of Cagliostro.'
Harry walked out of the library, glancing at the other disciples practicing in the compound.
Anna stood in front of them, instructing them to cast spells and make formations.
She gave him a wave but didn't tell him to join in.
'I am being treated differently,' Harry glanced at the disciples. 'Though, I am way ahead of them. Some of them were here before me and they are still not learning any advanced content. Not the way I am.'
Harry walked up the stairs toward the inner sanctum where the Ancient One usually was.
The door was open, the Ancient One seated in the center, frowning at a phone.
She looked up sharply, as Harry cleared his throat.
"Mr. Potter," she put the phone away. "Come in."
"I didn't know you had a phone," Harry commented.
"I didn't until yesterday," she said. "The masters of the sanctums think that we all should use more modern technology. They say it will help to contact each other instantly."
"You don't see the point in it, do you?" Harry's lips curled into a grin.
"I am an old lady, Mr. Potter," she laughed. "I was born before the postal system was invented. And, we have magic. I can travel and physically give the message before you can pick up the phone."
"Well, that's true, I suppose," Harry frowned. "Anyhow, I was here—"
"To ask me why I told you to read the book of Cagliostro?" She smiled knowingly. "I expected it. The answer is simple. The Book of Cagliostro is the study of time. Everything that deals with time and temporal magics, Mr. Potter— Including the Time stone. I feel that it might help you figure your stone out."
Harry's eyebrows drew into a deep vee. "If that was the case, you would've been very specific on it. You gave me the whole book instead of parts of it to read. We both know that you don't give anyone books out of your personal collection. Not unless they are sanctum masters. And this is already my second book from your private collection."
"What are you trying to ask me, Mr. Potter?"
"I want to know why," Harry frowned. "I understand your reasons for giving me the book on elemental spells. But the Book of Cagliostro? Why would you give me one of the most dangerous books in here? A book that is said to hold sections directly copied from the Darkhold. What is it that you know and I don't?"
"It is not knowledge that is dangerous, Mr. Potter," The Ancient One said. "It is how you use that knowledge. True, the magic in the book, if used, can be very dangerous. That's why they are forbidden to be practiced."
"That does not answer my question," Harry prodded. "I understand that I am different from the others here. I am way faster than the other disciples and apprentices. I have an Infinity Stone too— And a responsibility. But this is you telling me to study dark magic. Magic you don't even want others to know about."
"Because I trust you," The Ancient One replied. "I trust that you have a good head between your shoulders. You have years of experience with magic and know not to summon Dormammu or some dark entity for your gain. And, well, I frankly doubt that their magic could influence you. Not with the Soul Stone."
Harry blinked. "Say what now?"
"They cannot influence you," The Ancient One repeated. "If the Time Stone didn't get a hold on you, Mr. Potter, I frankly doubt that Dormammu could influence you. Well, not unless you willingly submit to him and become his slave. Something I don't see happening. That, of course, doesn't mean you should bargain with them by any means."
"Oh," Harry said. "Of course. I am not stupid."
"The illusion of safety can prove to be more dangerous than the threat itself, Mr. Potter," The Ancient One got to her feet. "You would do well to remember that. Especially with such a powerful, protective artifact. One, that you are learning to use."
"Of course," Harry traced his finger over the eye of power. "I will, well, try my best."
"I have faith in you," The Ancient One smiled. "And I want to ensure that you lack nothing when it comes down to the fight of your life. You never know when the mere knowledge of something— even as dark it might be, helps save lives. Also, temporal magics can come in very handy. There is nothing better than the book of Cagliostro to offer that knowledge."
"Are you preparing me to use the time stone too?" Harry frowned.
"Not in the slightest," The Ancient One shook her head. "One Infinity Stone is more than enough burden on you. Speaking of which, do be careful while using the Soul Stone, Mr. Potter. Make sure that you only practice at the Sanctums or here, at Kamar Taj. If you need help, my door is always open."
"Thank you," Harry nodded. "Though, I already have a question for you. Can you use the Time Stone without opening the eye of Agamotto?"
"As far as I am aware, I cannot," The Ancient One rubbed her chin. "But the stone doesn't work passively like yours does. So, do not discount any possibility or theory you might have. You never know which one might work, Mr. Potter."
"Of course," Harry sighed.
24th December 2005
Grand Central Station, NYC
Frost and fog crept along the window planes, hazing the festive lights glowing out on the streets. Snow drifted down, piling over the sidewalks, perfecting the day of Christmas Eve.
"Harry," Mrs. Harvey poked her head through the backdoor. "You are still here? It's Christmas, kid."
"I have nothing much to do, Mrs. Harvey," Harry put his book away. "This keeps me occupied, at least."
"No one should be alone on Christmas," Mrs. Harvey peered at him through her spectacles.
"I won't be alone tomorrow," Harry gave her a large smile. "It is just today. I will go home soon and relax."
'And it is going to be the same tomorrow.' Harry looked toward the window, away from Mrs. Harvey's piercing gaze. 'Alone at my home. I miss Ron and Hermione.'
"Go home, kid," Mrs. Harvey said. "I'll pack up the shop in a few, anyway. Get home and enjoy yourself. Maybe take one of those caramel ones on your way out. I won't look."
Mrs. Harvey winked at him as she walked around the counter. "Go on, kid. Don't let me get my stick."
"Of course, Mrs. Harvey," Harry smiled. "I wouldn't dare."
Harry moved out of his seat, putting his book in the backpack he brought to work.
"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Harvey," Harry picked up the box of caramel chocolates with a wink. "Take care."
"You too, kid," she called out. "Don't get into trouble!"
"I never do," Harry slipped out of the shop. "Good night."
A chilly breeze made him shiver. His breath misted, and he felt the cold creeping up his sleeves.
'Right, warming charms.' Warmth burst back into his skin. 'That's better.'
The snow crunched under his boots, drowned by the hustle and bustle of New York.
His eyes drifted toward the Christmas lights and decorations all around. Lights twinkled from homes and shops and Delicious aromas wafted through the streets. Families hurried down the street, some wearing Santa hats.
'Not as beautiful as Hogwarts,' Harry smiled at a pair of kids wearing Santa hats almost as big as their heads. 'But it is still Christmas.'
Harry shoved his hands in his pockets, and kept walking, whistling a merry tune.
A trio of kids darted past him, all wearing bright red jackets, coupled with antler hats.
Harry smiled at them, turning round a corner and entering an alleyway.
'Someone better not try to rob me like last time,' Harry's lips curled distastefully. 'Not that the guy was successful. Not when I have magic and the Soul Stone.'
Harry glanced at the bins, looking for any shadowy figures around. A can tumbled down, drawing Harry's attention. Harry turned only to see a cat leap into an open trash can, disappearing between the bags.
'Bloody cats,' Harry breathed a sigh of relief. 'It is a quiet night.'
A high scream rang through the deserted alley, making Harry jump.
'What the hell?' Harry rushed down the alley, turning right to the place where the scream had come from.
Muffled noises echoed down through the darkness, punctuated by light thumps and cursing.
'Fuck it,' Harry decided. 'Lumos!'
The alley became lit with a brilliant light, revealing three men surrounding a lone, blonde woman, roughly Harry's age.
The men shielded their eyes while the woman took the opportunity to kick at one of the men, sending him sprawling.
The woman twisted around freeing herself from the second's grip and digging her elbow into his chest, sending the man stumbling.
Before she could lunge on the third, the man kicked her in the abdomen, sending her crashing against a trash can.
"Stop!" Harry said loudly. "Leave her alone."
The woman turned toward Harry looking hurt but her eyes urging him to run.
The other two got back to their feet growling at him.
"Oh, and what are you gonna do, brave boy?" The third man kicked the woman in the abdomen again, making her scream in pain.
'Expulso.'
The beam of orange light crashed into the man's chest, sending him flying. The man crashed into tarmac with a loud grunt as a crack echoed through the alley.
The other two backed a few steps away looking between their leader and Harry. One of them fumbled, removing a small revolver from his pocket.
A bright red beam of light crashed into his chest, sending the gun skittering across the tarmac while the man was blown back.
The last man turned, and began to sprint away from Harry.
'Not so fast,' a stunner dropped the man immediately, sending him face-first on the cement.
Harry shot one at the other two men too, stunning them for good measure.
'That's one thing out of the way,' Harry turned to the woman who was looking wide eyed at him.
"Are you alright, miss?" Harry knelt beside her.
"W-who are you?" She winced, clutching her side, her fingers stained red with blood.
"Let me see that," Harry moved her arm, noticing the logo of a bird printed over her shoulder.
A tear in her black clothes exposed her pale skin, marked with a deep, bleeding red-gash.
"Hold still," Harry waved his hand, clearing the blood from the wound. "What's your name?"
"Sharon," she replied hastily. "How're you doing that?"
'Episkey,' the wound knit itself back, closing slowly.
"Are you hurt anywhere else, Sharon? Any bleeding?" Harry asked, ignoring her questions.
"No," Sharon breathed. "Who are you? What are you?"
"I am… just a guy who did the right thing," Harry smiled at her. "But you won't remember me."
"Wait, wait," she waved her bloodied hand urgently. "I, well I can understand why you don't want me to remember this or whatever."
'She's taking magic remarkably well.' Harry observed.
"But you can't do that," Sharon continued. "These guys are criminals. I was on a mission to catch them. If you, well, make me forget, they will go free. My whole mission will be compromised."
'I can't let magic get exposed. Especially not if this girl is with some sort of secret service.' Harry prodded her for other injuries. 'Or whoever she is with..'
"They will turn themselves in," Harry assured her a moment later. 'Stupefy'
Sharon slumped against the trash can.
Harry turned to the three unconscious men, his eyes hardening.
'I need to clear this mess up,' Harry rose to his feet. 'Make sure they don't remember me and turn themselves in.'
Harry glanced at the blonde girl.
'I make her think she caught them.' Harry decided. 'She overpowered them but got knocked out in the fight too. When she wakes up, these three will still be unconscious. Perfect.'
Harry glanced around the alley, to see if someone was around, before waving his hand.
The girl's eyes shot open for a moment, immediately glazing over before she slumped back.
Harry walked forward and repeated the same for the three men. With a frown, he struck the unconscious men with the punching jinx a few times.
'Perfect,' Harry covered his head with the hood of his cloak, disappearing from view. 'Now, the final step.'
A bubble of magic rose, killing all noise in the alley.
'Rennervate,' The girl's eyes shot open and she blinked groggily, getting back to her feet unsteadily.
Her eyes widened as she looked at the three downed men and she whipped out her phone.
"Hello," she breathed. "This is Agent Thirteen. The mission was a success. I caught Glasgowski's men. I need men to take them in."
With a smile, Harry apparated away silently, the girl none the wiser.
AND… DONE! I hope you all liked the chapter!
So, I hope you can guess who the girl was. With her name and title, it should be rather easy tbh. ;).
Anyhow, if you are wondering what happened with Corvus Glaive, I will say that I haven't forgotten him. He is coming and he will come. He still has to find Harry, doesn't he?
As for SHIELD itself, before you ask, yes, I am drawing threads to connect Harry to them. It was after all SHIELD who brought the Avengers together. But I don't plan on Harry being an Agent to go on missions and stuff. I have another fic known as Agent Potter for that. :D
But I have plans for the bridging as we now speed into the wider MCU. Till now, I was taking it slow, building a world. Now since I have a foundation, I can go faster and onto the more interesting plot.
By my estimations, the story will enter properly into the MCU (Iron Man 1 and beyond) within the next few chapters. It will still take a couple of chapters to actually get onto it though. A couple of VERY INTERESTING chapters.
So, stay tuned.
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Citan: I hate just rushing into the story. Especially when it is a long fic like this.
Apollodorus13: Okay. I think you are very much into the base of MCU lore instead of the fic and wider Marvel universe. So, the Sorcerer Supreme's role is much greater than what it was portrayed to be in MCU. Strange just showed a glimpse of it but nothing concrete. The Sorcerer Supreme is the protector of reality and earth against super-powerful threats. Believe me, Yao would've taken down Dumbledore and Voldemort in seconds. She is a Sorcerer with centuries of experience in magic. MCU did Yao bad with a LOT of other characters.
Hellfire45: Let's not get into the love interest thing over and over again. I will tackle it when I get to it, lol.
Adammflatt: So, the avengers will appear one by one. I plan on Natasha and Tony being the first, as a tribute to them. I believe Captain America will be the last to meet Harry, directly at the Helicarrier in 2012(Events of Avengers).
Walter: I believe I recently updated it. So, if you haven't checked it out, do feel free to do so. I have already begun work on the next chapter of RoLP.
Lycoan2109: I don't plan on bringing Thanos directly. But it sets things up to draw Thanos' attention to Midgard AKA Earth.
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