ATTENTION! IMPORTANT NOTE:

If you started reading Harry Potter: SHIELD and Sorcery before July 27th, 2024 then I would highly suggest you start over.

I have gone through and edited my previous chapters, and added new ones to expand on Harry's time in the Marvel Universe.

Some things will be very similar and others were deleted and rewritten from the ground up. I'm not saying there won't still be problems with grammar or misspellings, it is very hard to see your own mistakes when writing.

Also Sorry I've been MIA for a few days I was just finishing this up and will now be reposting and adding new and old chapters.

Thanks for reading

-Galaleo

Harry wiped the sweat off his face as he walked back into his apartment from the portal he made to his training valley. His phone started ringing only moments after he got out of the shower. "Potter."

"Summoner, you have an assignment. Meet me in the briefing room." Fury hung up immediately. Harry sighed about his wasted shower and the nearby couch before donning his cowl that changed his clothes and hair to his SHIELD work clothes. He quickly opened a portal to his office that was bare with the exception of a desk and walked out the door and down the hall waving at those he had met in the few weeks he worked there.

Stepping into the room he saw Fury with a dossier and a few technicians nearby. "Summoner, I need you to go on a rescue mission." Fury tossed the folder across the table where Harry picked it up. "An operative in deep cover in Afghanistan was compromised during an arms deal with an opposing group member who recognized them from an op a few years ago. I need you to go in and grab the agent with minimal noise. Take out anyone who might sabotage the operation. Got it? Good. Head out." Harry just nodded and turned with the folder in hand and disappeared around the corner popping straight back to his apartment. He looked around the barely lived in room before he locked and shut everything down and opened a portal to a nearby town of his destination.

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It took a day for Harry to track down the base holding the agent. With liberal use of Legilimency it took very little time to narrow down members of the group he was looking for and little more time to narrow down the base they were holding prisoners. He slowly floated from the lookout position he was at and turned completely invisible before approaching the big stone building. A quick confounding charm and he walked through the front door. Inside was an array of furniture and boxes of supplies, arms, drugs, and food. Three hallways split off from there one to a kitchen with half a dozen guards eating, the next to a series of rooms with bunks and a small armory. He moved onto the last hallway the just led to a set of stairs going up and down. Deciding that prisoners would be downstairs seemed to be the right call but what he found was more than he bargained for.

All along the basement were cages of iron, women and children held din deplorable states, many barely conscious enough to lift themselves while the rest were either dead or sleeping. Not seeing his target he reluctantly moved deeper into the basement and found the men naked and shoved into small cells with barely a bucket to piss in. Shaking his head he moved back upstairs to check the higher floors. When he got there he found more bedrooms, much better furnished, some empty some in use. It wasn't until he came across a man manhandling a small child into a room that he acted. His fury was fast and efficient, he stepped into the room a glided across the floor and removed his head before spelling the child asleep. He negligently waved his hand and vanished the still warm body.

Moving with much more purpose Harry executed everyone he came across until he finally found the agent being tortured in a bare room with no windows. It took two swipes of his sword to kill the torturers and he stunned and port-keyed the agent to his safe house. He decided to clean up this den of monsters before reporting in. It barely took anytime to find the head honcho in a large bedroom on the third floor surrounded by women covered in cuts and bruises, one of them dead in the corner. Stunning the women to make sure they didn't wake he slapped the head honcho in the face and waited for his eyes to open. "What th-" his words were cutoff has Harry grabbed his throat and gained his attention,

"There is no need to talk." Harry told him in Pashto before ripping into his mind searching for memories he would need to take to Fury. Exiting his mind he scoffed in disgust and burned him alive after silencing him "What a piece of shit." Harry just left and continued to kill every member he came across and after only an hour he wiped out everyone. Pulling out his phone he called Fury.

"Done?" Fury answered his phone and asked instantly.

"I rescued the Agent but we need a cleanup for the weapons and drugs." Harry let the silence hang for only a moment, "We also need someone to deal with sex slaves, women and children."

Fury didn't reply for a moment. "Done. Good job Summoner." Fury hung up and not 20 minutes later local military and American military outfit moved in meeting Harry who was just standing in the middle of the room with the bodies he hadn't gotten rid of stacked in the corner. Harry directed the soldiers to the armory and depots of weapons and drugs, while he directed the female members to the prisons and stunned women and children. He stayed until he saw the recovery of all the prisoners before leaving for his safe house to transport the agent he rescued.

When he arrived back at home base with the recovered agent Fury gave him a quick nod before going back to his office and Harry just made a portal home to write up a report. He needed some time to cool off.

Harry proceeded to make an entire dune in the middle of the desert into a hole of glass and stone. Unleashing his pent up rage he blazed into a scarlet fire burning away everything before he stopped, cooled down and went home. Leaving the wreckage of his wrath in the now football stadium sized glass pit.

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The next day there was a knock at his door. Harry walked up to it and saw Clint and Natasha standing on the other side with pizza and beer. Shaking his head with a small smile he opened the door. "Heard about the op?" Clint just gave him a small shrug while Natasha just nodded. "Well come on in. I was just about to watch How I Met Your Mother." Natasha gave him a single eyebrow raise while Clint cheered.

"I love HIMYM. I haven't been keeping up as much as I would like to." Clint took the right side of the couch and placed the pizza and beer on the coffee table in front. Harry gathered up the paperwork he was doing earlier and joined them sitting next to Clint while Natasha took the only chair that faced the door.

They hung out and laughed while eating and drinking. Eventually Harry pulled out butter beers for everyone. Between episodes Harry told them of his friends and what they would do together. He talked of his adventures while Clint talked about missions and Natasha just listened with a small smile on her face. Eventually the pizza was gone, "You doing alright?" Clint finally asked when the latest episode ended.

Harry sighed, "Honestly? Not as bad as it would have been if I hadn't already seen worse things." Both nodded in understanding having seen the worst parts of humanity. Harry leaned back against his couch and looked up at the ceiling, clearly seeing something beyond the actual ceiling. "There are times where I see the absolute worst of humanity and ask myself why I try to save so many. Other times I look on as a kid taking care of a stray animal or people helping elderly and disabled go about their day. Real acts of care that aren't dictated by greed or payment."

Clint nodded as he took a pull from his butterbeer, "I know what you mean. Sometimes I feel tainted when I deal with people like that. We just have to keep going and hope we do more good than bad." Natasha hummed in acknowledgment.

"Yeah well the problem is I've seen real monsters. Demons from the pits of hell and these humans would be kin to those monsters. Doing things so unspeakable to children. I watched as my entire world burned and corroded until it was a pit of despair and death. Still these things, not people, things, will do absolutely whatever they please. Disregarding the value of life so easily." Harry's anger temporarily took hold of him as he saw the broken bodies of children. Before he knew it Natasha laid a hand on his shoulder causing him to come back to himself. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it." Clint said as he waved a hand in his direction. "I have done my fair share of things I'm not proud of. I have seen horrible monsters doing things that make my blood boil. There's plenty in this world that seems so wrong. It can bring out the worst in anyone. You just have to realize that the world is a better place than that den of monsters would have you believe."

Natasha sat back down and seemed to come to a decision. "When I was a child I was taken from my family who I don't even know the name of. I was taken by a group that trained children to be the ultimate assassins. From as far back as I can remember I was training. Learning to kill, how to use weapons, what my body could do. When I reached 8 I was put into a room with 24 other children. We were told to kill all the other children." Natasha paused while Clint just looked off already knowing this story while Harry sat forward and gave her all his attention.

"There was this girl who I was friends with. She had helped me survive all throughout my training and I couldn't bring myself to kill her once I had killed all the others. So the higher ups took her and told me they would keep her safe and alive as long as I completed my missions. They trained me in everything I would need at that point, seduction, interrogation, and survival skills. I was the ultimate female assassin. When I was done with my training they took me to my graduation ceremony. They sterilized me and sent me on my first mission." Here she paused again and Harry handed her a tumbler with fire whiskey. Natasha just threw it back and sighed, releasing a small flame. "I was the best. For years I did everything they needed me to. Until one day I was targeted by Clint here," she said as she knocked his leg with her own. "He was supposed to kill me but instead just saw the trapped person I was. When he told me they had already killed the girl I was protecting I left with him and joined SHIELD. I have just been hoping to remove the red from my ledger by doing good since that day."

Silence reigned in the room for minutes until Harry looked up again, "Well seems like we all have things we want to fix or atone for." Clint and Natasha just nodded. "Want to watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail?" Clint whooped while Natasha just rolled her eyes.

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It was only a few days later that Harry was called in by Fury. "Potter, I need to talk to you privately. Meet me at the warehouse."