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

The basement of his house was always his sanctuary. He would come down here blast music and work, work, work. His greatest achievements, besides the miniaturized arc reactor, was created in this lab. He rebuilt his cars and designed his armor in this garage. Now he might die in his garage. He traced the arc reactor in his chest and the sickly veins sprouting from it. He mind was blazing through ways he could fix this, or how to make his death easier on the people close to him. He was starting to spiral when a voice, an unexpected voice, came from behind him.

"Well, you look like shit. Need any help?" Tony whipped around so fast that he lost his balance. A strong hand held him up. "You good Stark?"

Tony shook his head and looked back up at the guy who had saved him twice, now noticing he wasn't wearing his typical face covering. "You have a mouth!" the 'Summoner' looked a lot younger than he thought he would, maybe mid to late 20's.

Harry laughed, "Of course I do. I have to eat sometime." He then stepped back, "So what's going on with your chest. Life saving machine poisoning you?"

Tony shook himself free of his thoughts as he watched Harry look around his lab, "Hey how did you get in here. You can't just pop… Well I guess you can, huh." Tony started off strong but trailed off in acknowledgment of Harry's skills. "Well did you show up for something in particular? Nicky boy need my help or something?"

"Nah," Harry waved his hand in a negative, "I don't really do the home visits. I came by because I had some ideas I wanted to toss your way." He pauses to point at Tony's chest, "That seems like a bigger priority at the moment."

Tony shook his head as he grabbed the shirt off the back of his chair, "Not something I can really do about right now. I need to replace the element used with something non-toxic. New ideas though sound right up my alley."

Harry shook his head, "You need to figure out how to not die first. Do you mind if I try something?"

Tony gave him a look but shrugged. Harry proceeded to walk up and wave his hand around him, it only took a minute of him waving his hands to immediately feel better. Tony gave Harry and weird look. Tony walked over to his desk and used the blood toxicity device, Blood Toxicity Levels: 1%. Tony was dumbfounded. He gave his new friend an incredulous look.

Harry saw that the device was showing his apparent poisoning levels, "Good I'm glad that worked. Now you have more time to fix it, and when you do I have so many ideas and some really cool shit to show you." Harry happy with his work nodded and sat on the couch next to the kitchenette pulling a butter-beer out of his expanded pocket. He pulled a second one and handed it off to Stark, "Want one? It's not really alcoholic but it's delicious and ice cold."

Tony mechanically took it and sat at the other end of the couch. Not five minutes ago he believed that he was going to die, and here was this guy, who he still didn't know the name of, "What's your name?"

"Oh right," he held out a hand and flashed a wide grin, "Harry Potter at your service. Master of Mischief, Magic, and Murder."

Tony gave him a strange glance as he shook his hand, "Murder? Like people?"

Harry waved him off, "Nah, more like Demons. I have killed literal millions of them over my life-time." Harry pulled from his butter-beer.

Tony couldn't shake the feeling that this might just be the weirdest day of his life, he absentmindedly took a sip of his drink and once again showed surprise at how delicious it was. Harry grinned "That's how Coulson reacted first time I did something like this for him. Total surprise or bafflement followed by being blown away by the butter-beer."

"Butter-beer?" Tony thought about that for a moment while taking another drink, "It does taste like butterscotch." Then his thoughts ground to a halt again as two things popped up, "Did you say Magic earlier? Also, comparing me to Agent is just cruel, then again it's nice to know he's as human as all of us."

Harry laughed, "Yeah Phil can be a bit," tilting his hand back and forth, "bland? He is really cool though. Big fan of heroes, Captain America in particular. Has these cards he talked about all the time, really nice vintage set."

Tony quickly got his mind that had shorted out back into gear, "Not gonna elaborate on the Master of Magic bit?"

Harry gave him what could almost be an evil smirk, "Not until you fix your poisoning problem."

"What?! But, but why?!" Tony shout in an almost whine.

"Because now you have more of an incentive. If there is anything I learned about you is that you're more likely to do something for knowledge than your own life." Harry gave him a small smile as his mind raced to the bushy haired girl that once told him being expelled was worse than death.

Tony noticed his guest drifted away from the conversation, "So I figure out how to fix this," he said waving at his arc reactor, "and you tell me more about your abilities."

Harry snapped out of his reverie and grinned, "I won't just tell you, I will show you. There are many things I think we could do between your inventing genius and my knowledge of magic."

Tony sighed, "Well I have an idea and it will take me a bit to figure it out, but I guess I have the time now."

"You should probably give your friends a heads up about your situation."

Tony gave him an incredulous look, "Why should I tell them?"

"Because your friends care about you and if they did this to you, you'd literally throw a tantrum." Harry gave him a pointed look until Tony finally backed down. "Well now that that's solved," He wrote his number down on a nearby piece of paper, "Call me if you start feeling bad again or need any help."

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Harry, leaving Stark to work out his health issues, was once again sitting outside the X - Mansion with Pietro and Wanda telling both of them PG versions of his adventures where he would create animated battles with tiny moving creatures and people, until he got to his meeting with Stark. He watched as Pietro got a slightly grumpy look on his face and Wanda showed rage. He was more surprised to see the glow of chaos energy deep in her eyes. He decided to nip that in the bud before it got out of hand, "Little Sun, you need to let go of that hate."

Wanda and Pietro both looked at him as if he were crazy, "I know you couldn't know this but look at it this way. If someone was being mean to you and wrote you mean note would you blame the person who wrote the note or the person who made the pen and paper?" Both children stilled at that and took on thoughtful looks.

Pietro was the first to recover and answered in English as best he could, "We blame note maker, no?" Wanda gave her twin a look of understanding.

Harry smiled happily, "That is correct my little bunny!" He then proceeded to pick Pietro up and spin him around Pietro laughing in joy.

Wanda only took a moment longer before she spoke up as well in Russian, "This means we just need to find the people who fired the missile for our revenge." She nodded at her reasoning.

Harry sighed as he set down Pietro. He pulled Wanda up in his arms and she cuddled in, "My little sun, is it not enough revenge to live happily? Do you need vengeance?" he asked a little sadly.

Wanda buried her face and her answer muffled in his shirt, "Would our parents not be disappointed?"

Harry sighed as he sat back down and beckoned Pietro over to him. His mind whirred away to his childhood, burdened by great purpose, revenge, and loneliness. He remember the feeling of pressuring himself to the unrealistic expectations of parents he didn't know. He remembered how he had built them up on a shrine from the stories he heard and the poison he fed himself to try and rationalize why everyone expected the most from him. The slowly suffocating pressure that after seven years allowed him to walk to his own death with nary a complaint. It took years for him to fix himself and his outlook. To look past his supposed destiny and the perpetrators of his early years of misery. He didn't want that for these two. He didn't want them to feel like the world expected something impossible from them.

So he told them, edited of course, about his life, his parents, the journey he set himself on, and how it broke him. "Little ones there is only one life for all of us. Your parents would want you to take every opportunity to live a life you would be happy in. Not fighting a fight that isn't yours." Both nodded slightly and cuddled into his sides.

Up on the patio of the mansion Jean, Professor Xavier, and Ororo watched as the playful energy left and something somber took over the group of three laying out on the lawn. "It seems Mr. Potter has finally addressed the rage we had felt simmering in the back of young Wanda's mind."

Jean nodded her head, "I can only hope they can overcome the obstacles that have been placed in their young lives before it disrupts their development."

Ororo could understand the feeling of being lost that she was sure the little ones were feeling at that moment. It was only a few moments later that they watched a slightly more solemn Harry guide the tired twins back to their rooms. About ten minutes later he came back out and just watched the darkened sky for a moment.

Professor was the first to break the silence, "Is there anything the twins will need from us in the coming days?"

Harry only took a moment to look back to the gathered professors, "Not really. They are just coming to grips with the idea that they don't need revenge to live a happy life. If they ask questions though feel free to answer, I know both you, Charles, and Ororo could answer their more," he paused for a moment to search for the proper word, "challenging questions."

Xavier nodded, "Of course Mr. Potter. If we need anything or they need you specifically we'll let you know. If not we will of course see you next weekend." Xavier was then pushed inside by Jean who gave Ororo a look as she passed.

Ororo watched as Harry was staring out at the few teens still hanging out on the lawn. "You know, I used to be like them. Lost, angry at the world for my lot in life. Felt like everything was on my shoulders. Granted I had more than some government causing havoc chasing my younger self. I used to look at my life like a burden and pile the expectations of the dead on my shoulders, looking for a chance to prove to them that I was good enough."

Ororo let the silence sit for a few minutes, "I think you're doing the right thing. Revenge has never been for anyone other than the person pursuing it. I was once like them, traumatized by the death of my parents in a military attack. I then grew up on the streets of Cairo, taught myself to survive and learned secrets of living in the streets. My life proceeding that was fraught with danger and self-discovery. I spent years as a goddess to my home tribe in Africa, learning to control my mutant ability and the natural magics of my blood. I came here to help young people like us realize they aren't alone. Just so the wisdom of the hard road we walked might be passed down."

Harry turned to her as she talked, his eyes taking in the almost luminescent blue of her eyes, her smooth and long neck framed by her waist long white hair, her body covered in her typical jeans and shirt hiding nothing of her curves. When she finished she turned her eyes to him. That's when they both noticed how close they had gotten, just a few inches between each other, her eyes locked on his. Until the laughing and merriment of a passing of teenagers broke the moment.

Harry laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I should probably get going."

Ororo nodded along as she blushed lightly, "Yes well it's always good to see you here Harry."

"Well I will be back next weekend. Keep an eye on the kids for me will you?" Harry asked, when she nodded he backed away "Bye Ororo, I'll see you soon." She waved as he disappeared with a pop.

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Harry popped himself into Tony's lab only to find the entire mansion looking like it went through a battle. "What the hell Tony?" Tony then turned at the unexpected guest.