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

"Fury sat in his office going over paper work, dry and monotonous. He toiled day after day slowly losing the will to live." Fury sighed as a nuisance made himself known.

"Damn it. Will you shut up?" Fury rubbed his temples before shooting the meanest most intense glare at the hooded and robed individual sitting at the couch in his office. "Now is there something I can do for you today Agent Summoner, or are you just here to annoy the shit out of me?"

Harry dropped the levity and sat up "I need you to put me on the Stark case."

Fury gave him an unimpressed look, "What occult nonsense is showing up this time, ghosts and goblins?"

Harry snickered at the unintentional reference, "Nothing like that, I just want to be the one to pick him up." Fury waved him out of his office on the recently completed helicarrier.

"Next time just send it in writing. I have too much work to do staffing this ship to deal with you." Fury's door slammed in Harry's face.

Harry just about faced and walked along the pristine yet lightly empty hallways. Every time he has seen something new in this world he's blown away by how advanced the technology is. Even in the 90's the gap in tech between the two worlds was absolutely massive. As Harry entered the helm of the ship he flagged down Maria Hill, the new deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D., "Hey, Fury just approved me taking over the Stark case. I'll have him picked up as soon as we can get a general location."

Hill glanced at 'Summoner' the only agent she doesn't have the clearance to know anything about. He appeared a few months ago, took on some of the more esoteric missions and from when she heard, adopted a pair of twins. She glanced back down at her tablet sending off the proper paperwork and orders, "Done. You will now be cc'd into anything relevant to the case." She gave him a more annoyed, "Also don't make trouble, we have a lot on our plate at the moment. So in and out, pickup only."

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Harry was walking up the driveway of a massive mansion in upstate New York. Kids were running all over the place, some looked quite different to the average person, with claws or horns or outrageous skin colors. This was of course the X-Man home base, Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. As he neared the porch, the doors were opened by the wheelchair bound leader of the x-men. "You know I have a friend that could give you great tips on shining up your hairline." Harry slowly approached Professor Xavier and held out his hand to shake. Xavier shook his hand and welcomed him inside.

"Harry, it's good to see you. Are you here to see Wanda and Pietro?" Harry nodded and followed him inside the mansion watching as teens, young adults, and some much younger children moved from one room to another. As they moved through the hallways Xavier informed Harry about the twins development. Wanda was still quiet but Pietro had started to open up to the older of the X-Men, specifically Storm.

"Yes well it's only been a few weeks since their family died in that attack. I like to make sure I have time to see them as much as possible, because things might get busy at work soon." Harry stopped and looked into a class room filled with kids ranging from 7 to 12, each working on separate workbooks as a teacher, Ororo, walked between desks and around couches. Wanda and Pietro were sitting side by side on a couch working on their school books. Harry decided they all need a break and walked into the room letting loose harmless lights that zipped around the room, small creatures jumping from desk to desk making a mess and earning squeals from the now thoroughly distracted children.

Ororo immediately noticed the magic being used and rolled her eyes as the children dropped the work they were doing to play with mini magical menagerie, "Did you really need to make such a spectacle? I had just gotten all of them to sit down and do their work." She asked as she approached Charles and Harry, her eyes giving the new magical visitor a slightly annoyed look.

Harry watched as Storm walked up to him, white dress shirt and black pencil skirt completely transformed her from 'Storm - X-Man' to the Language and English teacher Ororo Munroe. Her white almost silver hair, up in a loose bun, contrasting well with her dark skin tone. Shining blue eyes stabbed into Harry as he sheepish scratched his chin looking the other way. He was about to deflect when a small tug on his jacket caused him to look down and see Wanda looking up at him. He quickly squatted down speaking flawlessly in Russian "Well how is my favorite little sun today?"

Wanda gave him a cute look and opened her arms. Harry instantly swept her up and spun her around, generating squeals of laughter. He set her on his hip and asked her all about her day, what she was working on in class, if she made any friends, and if her brother was causing any problems.

Ororo and Xavier watched as the shy and slightly mute girl they saw all day turned into a typical 9 year girl, going on and on about mundane things while Harry gave her rapt attention. She looked for the other twin and saw him running around with a horde of creatures following him throwing happy glances at his sister. Ororo and Harry had discussed the magic they could both feel from the short Sokovian survivor. While Harry could almost place it, he wasn't too sure on the type, her powers having not fully manifested just yet. Harry proceeded to spend the rest of the day putting on magic shows and pranking with the teens all throughout the mansion, leaving the adults irritated at his interruptions. Xavier waved off the more irritated ones as the X-Men watched the younger generation be enthralled with Harry's performance. Throwing lights and elements around. Making sculptures and the animating them to move and act out scenes. It wasn't until the sky was starting to darken that kids who didn't live there were picked up and the other marched off to the dormitories. Harry was now sitting on the porch with Jean, Scott, Logan, and Ororo, his sides were taken up by two now sleeping twins.

Harry slowly got up with the two children and went inside to put them in their shared bedroom. He stepped back out into the brisk night looking over at the X-Men arrayed in the patio chairs. Scott and Jean curled up on a single couch, Logan and Ororo taking the chairs next to the couch he was previously on. "Well ladies and gentlemen it's about time for me to pop out. You keep an eye on the little ones?"

Ororo gave him an easy nod, "Of course Harry, I will let you know if anything pops up." Harry then gave them all a two finger salute with a step off the patio and promptly disappeared. Ororo sighed and leaned back into her chair.

Jean gave Ororo a considering look while sipping the butter-beer she got from Harry. Understanding lit up on her face and her smile morphed into something a bit more playful, "He's so good with kids. I wonder if he has any of his own."

Scott saw her look and wisely decided he didn't need to answer. Logan was still sipping a shot of liquor from the bottle Harry had given him when they first met. Ororo gave a wistful look at the spot he left from, "From what he told me he has a son he can't see right now."

Jean knowing she was right prodded a little more, "Doesn't hurt that he's quite the looker too, tall with aristocratic features and a swimmers frame."

Ororo couldn't stop herself from nodding along before she realized what Jean said and shot her an incredulous look only to notice the mischief in her eyes. "I'm not talking about this and it's time for bed anyway. Goodnight." She promptly rose up and floated into the mansion.

Logan gave Jean a feral grin, "That girly has got it bad. Potter is the good sort too, he'll take care of her." Scott gave the two a look. "You two just let them be, they'll figure it out in their own time."

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The next day Harry found flying over an Afghani desert on one of the many brooms he had. He would stop and wave his hands around himself before slightly adjusting his direction until he was flying over a well hidden base between mountains. After watching the rotation of guards outside a cave he dropped from his broom putting it into a pocket and slowing his fall before lightly landing right at the entrance completely invisible. He silenced his shoes and navigated through the well lit cave finding a monitoring room where guards were playing poker and screens showed two men working on something. One man, he didn't know, was playing the assistant role to the other. His mark for rescue, Tony Stark, with new accessories it looked like. The grainy camera feed could barely catch anything other than a glowing blue light dead center Tony's chest. Harry knew that the time wasn't quite right yet and popped into the workroom slash prison. He checked over both men visually not wanting to mess with anything delicate. He threw a tracking and monitoring charm on both men's shoes and popped away again. Now that he knew where to be he could rest back home.

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Harry was sitting in a park in New York city enjoying the sound of people and industry around him. He had spent so many years with nothing but the growls and noises of demons that he enjoyed the busy and frantic noises of the big city. He had a tendency to just walk around and people watch. He didn't need conversation so much as the noise, because one thing no one thinks about on a dead planet is the absolute silence.

His rest was interrupted when the monitoring charm on Tony's cell-mate went erratic. He slipped away into the trees before he was once again in Afghanistan donned in his Summoner attire. He flitted through the throngs of terrorists when he got to the cave and saw Tony in a suit of armor talking to a dying man he recognized as the cell-mate. Listening to Yinsen talk about seeing his loved ones sent Harry back to his own world and the times he gave up. He shook himself to return to the present and decided against saving the dying man. At least Harry now had a chance to see his loved ones alive and happy again, he wouldn't spurn this mans decision to see his family again.

Harry watched as Stark burned his own weapons, killing terrorists and leveling the valley he was trapped in. Then Stark was launching himself through the air before sputtering out and landing with a yell in the soft dunes a mile out.

Harry strolled casually over to the spot where Stark was going to land, he set down a cushioning charm and saw that the land still knocked him out. Waiting for him to wake up he conjured a table with two sun chairs an umbrella and a pitcher of water and sat and waited.

Tony awoke feeling in pain and hot. He slowly shifted the armor he had made, which was now scraps, off of himself and looked up at the burning sun. When he went to push himself up he saw something totally unexpected. A guy was sitting on a lounger drinking water with an umbrella situated over him. Tony, quite figuratively, lost his mind. Thoughts flew around between hallucinations and hitting his head to outright believing he might be dead.

"You know, if you're just going to sit there I can come back and get you later." The guy said as he took a long sip of water. Tony quickly jumped up and grabbed the pitcher and quenched his own thirst all along the guy just there casually like he wasn't talking to the missing billionaire. "That was quite rude. What if that was my only water? It's not, but you didn't know that."

Tony finally set down the empty pitcher and proceed to fall into the extra chair on the side just letting his mind reel in the crazy and deadly adventure he just went on. Finally taking in the guy next to him, he saw that he was wearing some sort of hide robes and had his lower face covered. The rest of his face looked young, maybe his age if a little lower, his hair was messy, windswept, and a soft brown. "I didn't know the monk look came back." He didn't ask questions even if he was dying to. He didn't ask who he was even if he was curious. He just made a quip and waited.

Harry laughed, here was this man who just escaped what was basically a death sentence and the first thing out of his mouth could be an insult. "You know I had a friend kinda like you, same biting wit. He was once pulled from death by me and the first thing he said was 'It took you long enough, did you stop to fix your hair?'." Harry proceeded to laugh again while filling his water with a wave of his hand. His eyes slightly lost for a moment unfocused on anything out in the wide expanse of desert.

Tony watched as this man made water from nothing. He couldn't stop himself this time, "How did you do that?"

Harry looked at him in confusion before seeing Tony stare at his now full glass, "Ah, yes well that's a trade secret I'm afraid." He refilled the pitcher on the table again.

Tony poured himself a drink this time and sipped at it as his mind tried to piece together what to do now, "Okay then, why are you here?"

Harry gave him a big smile, "I am here to take you home Mr. Stark, I got here about the time you landed and decided to wait for you to wake on your own."

Tony finished his glass of water quickly and stood on slightly wobbly legs, "Well if that is the case let's get out of here. Do you have a set of wheels or a helicopter nearby?

"Not at all, I figured we could ride my magic carpet."

Tony scoffed, "If we have to walk that's fine. No need to get snarky, I just escaped terrorists thank you, I could go for some nicety."

Rolling his eyes Harry waved his arm twice, once to dismiss the table and chairs, the next to summon out a wide floor rug. He stepped on it and turned to Tony expectantly raising an eyebrow. Tony stood there frozen for another moment before bursting out laughing. "I must be having a hallucination, that or I have brain damage."

Harry just pulled the laughing billionaire onto his carpet and lifted off heading towards the nearest base from the Intel report he received months ago. Tony saw that he was flying on a carpet in the desert and promptly fainted.

Having made it back to the military base, they were put on a plane set for home. Harry didn't necessarily need to travel with Tony and Col. Rhodes but decided to anyway. He found Tony and Rhodes funny and reminiscent of his friends and the banter they used to share. He spent most of the trip deflecting Tony away from his magic and identity. "You know when we land my bosses are going to want you debriefed on how you escaped."

Tony brushed it off, "We can get around to that later. I have stuff that I need to take care of. Like the need to have a burger."

Harry shrugged his shoulders. He didn't really care about the paperwork part of the job and in-fact didn't do it. "Sure, just know that someone from my agency will hound you until you do." Shortly after that they landed. Harry watched as Rhodes led him down to a crying woman with red hair, the famous Pepper Potts. Harry followed up behind and quickly shook the Colonel's hand and then Tony's "Remember they'll be in touch so don't put off the meeting too long. Now go hug your girlfriend, I got work to do." Harry gave a quick wink to Pepper and popped away.

Tony stood there about to deflect when they guy just disappeared. No smoke or flash of light, he just popped. Everyone standing there was dumbfounded before Tony got himself together and walked over to Pepper. He thought about the last thing his rescuer said and placed a hand on Pepper's shoulder "You know I missed you while I was away." He paused and realized that was too heavy, "No one makes coffee like you do." Pepper gave him a knowing look and a watery smile. They quickly got in the car.

Harold 'Happy' Hogan, Tony's driver and security guard was in the front seat quite happy to have his friend and boss back. "Where to boss?"