The Boy-King of Infinity: A Harry Potter/Avengers Crossover Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own Avengers or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to Marvel. I do not own any other crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their respective creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.

Key Pairing: Eventual Harry/Luna

Normal Speech

'Thoughts'

'Mental Speech'

/Parseltongue/

Chapter 1: Two Worlds, One Destiny

EARTH-616

"I am…inevitable!"

Snap

Victory was finally within his grasp and, unlike his past/future self, he wouldn't make the mistake of leaving any of Earth's Mightiest Heroes alive.

However, when Thanos snapped his fingers, intending to end the Avengers and stop everything that was likely to stop him executing his Master Plan, a frown crossed the face of the Mad Titan when he noticed how nothing was happening.

That couldn't be right…

Turning the Infinity Gauntlet revealed why; Thanos' eyes widened with alarm and disbelief when he saw the six slots intended for the Infinity Stones were now empty. Looking up from the gauntlet, Thanos' expression became one of amused disbelief when he saw Tony Stark, aka Iron Man hold up his armoured gauntlet, which was slowly reforming thanks to the nanotech embedded in the suit.

As well as the hand, the gauntlet now had six familiar stones fused into the same pattern as the gauntlet that had been on Thanos' arm.

Somehow, Stark had the Infinity Stones and, judging by the determined look he gave Thanos, he had no qualms about doing what he did next.

"And I…am…IRON MAN!"

SNAP!

It was the snap heard around the world, if not across the length and breadth of the Multiverse as Tony unleashed the full force of the stones, his eyes never leaving Thanos as his will was obeyed by the cosmic, reality-warping powers of the stones.

All around them, the legions of the Mad Titan were turned into nothing more than piles of dust and ash, like how Thanos had taken half of all life five years' prior. Well now, the other-other Thanos was suffering the same fate, watching as everything he'd worked to achieve was turning to dust and ashes in front of him.

Yet, all he could do was sigh and smile before he sat on an upturned piece of rubble, watching with a distant look in his eyes as everything was reduced to ash, leaving no trace of anything being there.

Not even Thanos himself, as was evident by how his body was disintegrating, though as his body succumbed to the Vanishing, he never let his eyes leave Stark's, who looked worse-than-worse for wear, his face gaunt and exhausted while the almost ever-present light in his eyes seemed to dim as he watched Thanos vanish before him.

It was over.

But at a terrible cost…

Infinity

One by one, the Avengers watched as their enemies were reduced to dust, every soldier, ship, as well as every single member of the Children of Thanos – save Nebula and Gamora, for some odd reason – following the examples of the innocents who'd faded away five years ago, including the Avengers themselves.

And yet, even Steve Rogers, aka Captain America could tell something was wrong with the picture; this became more-obvious when a pained cry echoed from the far end of the warzone that was all that remained of the battle with Thanos.

Leaping over the ruins and rubble, Rogers' eyes widened with alarm and horror when he saw what had caused the cry.

Pepper Potts, wearing a silver variation of the armour of Iron Man, was kneeling by her husband's side, tears in her eyes and a look of absolute horror evident in her expression as she looked to Tony, who smiled softly.

"It's okay…you and Morgan…you're safe now."

"Tony…no…"

"It was the only way," muttered Tony, looking past Rogers as he smiled as best as he could at Doctor Stephen Strange, who watched with a blank, sorrowful look in his eyes, "Wasn't it?"

"I told…"

Before Stephen could finish, however, his eyes widened, as did the rest of the Avengers and Masters of the Mystic Arts who'd come to join in the war with Thanos when an intense wave of ice-cold, worthy of Loki and then some, washed over the field.

At the same time, each of the Masters, especially Doctor Strange, stared in horror, disbelief and no small amount of fear as the energy from their spells flared up, forming a seal that started spinning like the world's largest Sling Ring being used to call down a force that even the Sorcerer Supreme couldn't deal with.

"Strange!" snapped Rogers, rounding on the Sorcerer Supreme, "What do you think you're doing?"

"This isn't me!" insisted Stephen, but before he could say anything else, his eyes widened while a look of horror filled his eyes when he looked up to see the seal had taken on another form.

A triangular shape with a circle and a vertical line stamped over the top, all three of which banded together to form a shaft of black-and-gold light that shot down onto the Earth like the Bifrost Bridge, kicking up a violent dust storm that covered the field in its veil of muck and dirt. And yet, over the roar of the explosion from the blast, Doctor Strange's voice could be heard and, from what the others could hear, he wasn't just scared…he was terrified…and then some!

"Oh no…not him! I thought he doesn't get involved in this sort of thing anymore?"

"Who?" asked Rogers, though before Strange had a chance to answer, Rogers' eyes widened with alarm when Mjolnir flew out of his hand, surging its way through the storm before, at the other end of whatever summoned it, a loud clap of thunder and a hurricane wind blew away the dust storm.

"Now what delusional old bastard decided he was worthy of wielding a God's weapon? That's even more-insane than the idea I'd marry someone who looks like my Mum, for Phoenix's sake!"

Through the cloud, Rogers' eyes widened again while a mixture of shock, disbelief, suspicion, rage and fear filled the minds of the other Avengers when they saw the owner of the voice.

He was dressed in a suit of skin-hugging leather similar to the attire of the Sorcerer Supreme, but with an armoured look that reminded Rogers of T'Challa's Black Panther armour. Over the top of the suit, the stranger wore a long, flowing black cloak, almost like the Cloak of Levitation, but it seemed to ripple like water, each ripple a ghostly shade of silver that made him look like he was enveloped in the dark grip of winter.

In one hand, the newcomer held Mjolnir, holding it firmly as though daring someone to try and take it from him while, in his other hand, he had a long, thin stick, which was oddly-shaped, owing to the berry-like ridges along the shaft. On the ring finger of his left hand, the stranger wore a silver ring with a black diamond in the head while, as the dust cleared, Rogers felt his blood run cold when he saw two piercing, ice-cold emerald-green eyes looking right at him.

And yet, despite whatever thoughts might have been running through the stranger's mind, the only thing he did was scoff before he shook his head, leaving Rogers stewing in his own juices while the stranger walked over to Tony and Pepper, the latter of whom rose up, one armoured hand raised to the stranger in defence of her husband, "Stay away from him!"

"Fine," drawled the stranger, shrugging ruefully while he flicked his wrist, vanishing the stick before he lifted said hand, wiggling his fingers, "If you don't want me to save your husband, Mrs Stark, fine. As the good doctor over there put it: I'm not really in hero business anymore. Good luck telling Morgan why Daddy's not coming home, which, apart from the big-time shit Strange pulled, is the only other reason I'm here, but good luck to you."

"Who the fuck are you?" hissed Pepper.

"He is Death," replied Wong, standing next to Stephen as he shared the doctor's look of terror, though not before he bowed respectfully when the man turned those eyes on him. "An honour to meet you at last, Milord, but I do not understand. Why are you here?"

"And if you could save Tony, why weren't…" Rogers began, but before he could finish, a look of alarm crossed his face when he found his voice had vanished, leaving his lips flapping, but nobody could listen to him.

"Right then," drawled Death, his green eyes filled with amusement, "Now the other child has finally shut his mouth long enough to let someone else make plans, which don't include masturbating over a nice fuck-fest with Bucky; meh, I suppose everyone's got their kinks…"

Rogers' eyes widened with rage and disbelief as Death went on, "Can we get back to the matter at hand? For example, Strange…"

Before anyone else could get close enough to stop him, Death swung hard with Mjolnir, sending Doctor Strange flying through the air like a ragdoll.

At the same time, Death flicked his left wrist, summoning the Eye of Agamotto and Strange's Cloak of Levitation, leaving the Sorcerer Supreme to fall. Thankfully, Thor was nearby, though he was just as alarmed as everyone else; as he flew into the air, catching Strange before any permanent damage could be done, Death drew himself to his full height.

"Remind me, you high-functioning sociopath: what is the one thing every Sorcerer Supreme know I despise being used to justify actions?"

"The…the…the Greater Good…" whispered Strange, rubbing his jaw where Mjolnir had smashed into him, though, even Thor was surprised to note the damage wasn't as bad as they thought.

"Bingo," drawled Death.

"But…but Harry…"

"That is not my name anymore!" snarled Death, his green eyes turning black in their sockets as he turned before returning to Tony's side where he looked down at a tearful Pepper, "So, can I assume you've changed your mind, Mrs Stark?"

"Can…can you…can you actually save him?"

"Easily," drawled Death, or Harry, as Strange had named him, but judging by the air of otherworldly power that rolled off of him, even Pepper could tell it would be really wrong and stupid to insinuate that was his name, even if she didn't know why he didn't use it anymore.

As Pepper watched, Death kneeled down before, to her shock, he extended his hand and placed it on top of the armoured gauntlet that was all that was left of the Infinity Stones' vessel. When Death laid his hand upon the gauntlet, it rippled with unknown power before, to Pepper's amazement, the gauntlet turned a bright, vibrant shade of pure gold, which slithered off of Tony's hand and onto Death's, including the black ring he wore.

As the new Infinity Gauntlet was forged, a collective gasp of disbelief and wonder escaped the Avengers when they saw him rise before, as Tony, Bruce and Thanos had done, Death snapped his fingers, his expression impassive.

Stranger-still, the gauntlet didn't even decay with the cosmic force of power that was being sent through it.

As the snap died down, Pepper's eyes widened with alarm and no small amount of relief when a familiar sarcastic drawl filled her ears.

"Mrs Stark, is it my imagination or are you suggesting celebrating our big win here and now?"

"I don't believe it!" gasped Pepper.

"Believe it, Mrs Meldrew," drawled Death, letting his hand fall while he turned to Stephen, who still looked frightened at the idea of what Death was going to do, "If you wanted a safe way to deal with Thanos and make sure everything stayed on track, all you had to do was ask, Strange!"

"I couldn't," gasped Stephen, watching as his Cloak and Eye of Agamotto returned to him, though Death stayed where he was, "You…your vow…"

"This is my world too," argued Death, lifting the Infinity Gauntlet before he pulled the Soul Stone out, holding it between the fingers of the gauntlet as he went on in a cool tone, "This was the original Resurrection Stone, as all Sorcerers Supreme know, especially your lovely lady-friend. Oh, in case you're wondering, she was the one to tell me when and where to transport myself after Bruce paid her a visit."

"But…but I thought…"

"What?" asked Death, looking to the green man-mountain, "You thought her prediction of staying true to the timeline would stick? You're wrong; in fact, Dr Banner, we're living in an alternate timeline now, thanks to the ass-backwards, ill-prepared, ill-led plan he had you going on!"

He pointed to Rogers as he pointed out who was responsible, "Five years ago, in case you forgot, you killed Thanos and ended the conflict. Yes, the world changed because it went from six billion to three, but, apart from losing Earth's Real Heroes while flukes, losers and one-track-minded freaks of nature got to stick around, but, let's face it, that's all you're really good at, isn't it, Rogers?"

"Hey!" snapped Sam.

"And here's the Robin to Detective Delaware's Batman," drawled Death, shaking his head. "Do you know something, Sammy? You remind me an awful lot of my former sidekick: he disappeared during the Vanishing; him and my entire world, so, trust me, I felt that, but, unlike some people, I didn't obsess over it."

"You…you're saying the Magical World was gone too?" asked Stephen.

"No," said Death, walking to Strange, his voice never losing that brash arrogance as he explained, "Magic's never gone, Strange: I thought she taught you? It's not all about you; just because Thanos snapped you lot away, it doesn't mean all magic was gone: case in point, the slightly-less-intimidating Thor Odinsson."

While Thor didn't know whether to be embarrassed or angry at the insinuation, Death lifted Mjolnir, "Now, I do admire your balls to retrieve your hammer, Thor, but, just like today, you might as well go ahead and keep it because you're living an alternate life already."

"How do you figure that?" asked Sam.

"Because," answered Death, pointing a gold finger at Rogers, who was still silenced by whatever magic shut him up, "As he won't admit, especially now he can't get away with it, but, as Cadet California there will never admit, he was actually going to use the Stones, and Mr Pym's dimension jumper, to go back…all the way back, so he can finally deal with his obsession with the past. Guess what, Rogers? If you'd actually accomplished that, you'd have sent us all hurtling into a new timeline again."

Lifting the Infinity Gauntlet, Death drew out the powers of the Time and Reality Stones, using them to create a holographic image of the timeline, which he pointed out each image, "You see, without Admiral Alaska to screw…sorry, save the day, there probably wouldn't be Avengers. Because, after all, Hawaii Himmler's the one who brought you together…oh, wait: no, that's Fury, with a little nudge from the cute Captain Marvel and the real Avenger; that's Tony, by the way, hello!"

Even the other Captain looked surprised at Death's admission, "So, while Workman Wisconsin would have been perfectly happy betraying his fetish with Bucky and metal appendages, so he could go and make ugly babies with the beautiful Miss Carter and screw time further, here and now, more would have gone down the shitter…"

He paused for a moment, seemingly content to let it sink in before he pressed on, his voice never losing the fire in each syllable.

"Example: the reunion of the Avengers and the so-called Civil War because one dick couldn't accept the world didn't bow to his whims…again, I'm talking about you, Rogers. hell, if not for your interference, Loki might still be alive, since the Tesseract would be safe with SHIELD…well, assuming they are SHIELD and not HYDRA…wow, even Aida's Framework couldn't make that reality stick without some holes."

Banishing the images, Death folded his arms smugly, "So, in a nutshell, Sergeant South Dakota, here's a message from someone who does know what the costs are: get over it! What's dead is dead and nothing should ever be judged as being for being for the Greater Good, because then, you have to deal with the Greater Good's own Avenger: me!"

Snapping his fingers, Death returned Rogers' voice while, looking down at the Infinity Gauntlet, the green-eyed man continued in a cool tone, "Now, since you've already screwed things up and will probably be feeling the effects soon enough, I suppose it falls to me, again, to pull the so-called heroes' asses out of the fire…which is why I'm going to do you all a favour."

Using the Stones, and whatever magic he had to give him such power, Death levitated above the heads of the Avengers as he lifted the Gauntlet high into the air, "Those of you who came from the past, meaning you, Past-Nebula and Gamora, will be returned to your own times."

"You c…"

"Peter, shut up!" snapped Death, glaring daggers at Star Lord, "You gave up any right to argue when you squandered power that could have been used to beat Thanos yourself, and why? Because Dad was a psycho worthy of Snivellus, Lestrange, Umbridge and Riddle combined."

"He does have a point, Quill," drawled Drax, "You did have the power to contain the Stones; now, you're just…you."

"And they say you never understand," laughed Death, shaking his head amusingly, "A lovely Wanda-like blonde I know would just love you, Drax; anyway, as I was saying, those who came from the past will go back, but since Thanos is gone, your lives might take a turn for the better."

Here, Tony's eyes widened as he looked at Death, who smiled before he pointed to Iron Man, "Yes, Tony: you see? This is a real hero's mind and not a waste of serum who happened to get better overnight; because Thanos is gone, he never became the Thanos who took your friends."

Here, Death looked at Thor, "He never killed Loki…which I'm personally thankful for, because I rather like him…he makes things interesting, and the coat and cold voice is a badass touch too."

His gaze then turned to Hawkeye, "Natasha Romanov never had to sacrifice herself, so the Nat from five years ago…well, actually, the Nat from the original life around the time of this Nat's sacrifice, she's still alive and, before too long, you'll find her again."

He looked to Wanda, "Same for Vision: Thanos isn't around to end him for the Mind Stone. As for what else thanks to Corporal Connecticut taking the word of a Back to the Future fan instead of listening to one of the smartest members of the team…two, if you count Bruce…but with regards to what else is different, you'll just have to wait and see."

With that, Death turned so he was looking down at Tony and Pepper.

"But if you want to do one thing for me, Mr and Mrs Stark, you make damn sure you never let that kid think you're going to leave her…same to you, Clint: hold onto what you've got. No matter your demons, never let them think they're alone. Because when something comes along to threaten them, your kids, lives and your loves need to know…how'd you put it, Tony?"

"If we can't protect the Earth, you can be damned well sure we'll avenge it," finished Tony.

"And that's why he's the real team leader, hero and best Avenger," said Death, lowering himself down to the ground before, looking at Stephen, he added, "And heads-up, Strange: next time you decide the Greater Good's the only way out and you risk everything, but yourself, in making it right, I'll make what Mordo did to Pangborn seem like a love-tap compared to what I'll do to you."

"Wait!" cried Rogers, having to get the last word in, "What…what about the Stones? They can't stay here!"

"They're not, or haven't you been listening, Lieutenant Long Island…oh, wait, that's not a state…Louisiana?"

While Rogers was left stunned, Death patted the Infinity Gauntlet as he told the blue-clad fool.

"The Power Stone brought the Guardians together, so it has to go back. Similarly, the Mind Stone is necessary for Vision to come about, so that's going back; also, Wanda won't have the experiments that turn her into a damn beautiful sorceress…maybe you should offer her training, Stephen, which reminds me, I'll also return the Time Stone to the Ancient One, but only because I want you to become Sorcerer Supreme. If you don't, I can't give you a telling off…and I enjoy that, but once you do, you might find it mysteriously vanishing and being left with a note saying how safe it is."

"That leaves the Space, Reality and Soul Stones," observed Thor.

"Well, do you want your Mum to die, Thor?"

Unsurprisingly, the Prince of Asgard didn't argue.

"As for the Soul Stone, it'll stay where it should have: with its rightful wielder, the Master of Death…me! Same with the Space Stone: once the others have fulfilled their purposes, I'll make sure nobody can misuse their powers or threaten Earth with them again."

Here, Death lifted the Infinity Gauntlet before, to the shock of the Avengers, he peeled it off as easily as taking off a glove, revealing the black stone on his finger, which he held up in Rogers' direction before he smiled wolfishly.

"But then again, that's the funny thing about Time Travel, isn't it? You can't tell whether or not I have done it already, can you?"

Before any of the Avengers could respond, Death vanished in a swirling vortex, similar to the one used by Thanos courtesy of the Space Stone.

Leaving just one question on everyone's minds;

'What now?'

Although, in the case of Tony Stark, there was another question to add to that;

"Anyone up for shawarma?"

Infinity

EARTH-777

Time.

Space.

Reality.

Power.

Soul.

"…and Mind: together, they make one the Master of Infinity…not quite as catchy as Master of Death, but…hey, what can you do, right, Harry?"

The figure once known as Harrison James Peverell, Master of Death, groaned audibly, before he scoffed as he turned to the voice that seemed to have broken through the wall of his thoughts.

"What are you doing here, Wade? This isn't even a Deadpool story, for Merlin's sake."

"Nah," agreed everyone's favourite Merc With A Mouth, smoking a cigar through his face-mask, inhaling the fumes that came off of it, "If you ask me, I think this is a guy's idea of introducing a little anarchy into an already fucked-up world…oh, that reminds me. Apparently, I'm meant to give you this now, so…here you go, Big Guy!"

With that, Deadpool tossed a paper aeroplane to Death, before he rose up and sauntered away, humming Careless Whisper to himself as he went on his merry way.

"Nice touch, Big Guy," drawled the Master of Death, opening the aeroplane, and trying not to scoff at the sight of so many bloodstains and what looked like shit stains decorating the paper.

"Oh, sorry!" called Deadpool from off-screen, "I was busy getting busy with Vanessa and…well, you know…you did see the movie, didn't you?"

"Goodbye, Wade!" called Death, waving his hand, which caused Deadpool to vanish in a burst of light. "Now, if we're all done being weird, can we please see what all the craziness is about, anyway?"

Opening the letter, Death's eyes wandered over it.

Hiya Harry…oops, sorry, I mean, Death…MASTER of Death!

Yeah, you know who this is and, well, what can I say? I wasn't too happy with how you left things, Mr Infinity Wielder.

True, I MADE you that way and, sure, maybe the whole debacle was one big fan-shit on Captain Cuckoo-for-Carter and all, but, anyway, this brings me onto the next important bit.

Now you have the Stones, and all their powers, I think we can both agree that a certain red, white and blue monkey shouldn't get his hands on them again, nor should any of those MCU douches who either survive when much better people die or come up with things that don't really make sense unless you've streamed the filler.

Hey, do you have streaming yet? I don't know when DP is going to meet you, so…anyway, I digress.

I was thinking…Why should the Stones' powers stay with you in THIS Universe?

The world fucked you over so many times…and you tried so hard playing by your rules.

Then, as a wise, Master of Magnetism once said: 'Maybe it's time to start playing by theirs!'

So, why not do a DP and not only break the fourth wall, but use it as a stepping stone to a life where another version of you gets to have all the fun you lost out on. At the same time…well, this IS the Multiverse and what affects decisions in your Earth is a different decision in theirs, right?

I don't know; I'm not Sheldon Cooper, so…anyway…by the time you read this, Metaphysical Placement and Plot Spurring will have struck…and, if you don't believe me…look up…

Seriously, look up, Harry…

NOW!

Looking up, Harry's eyes narrowed when, instead of the impressive view from the top of the world, he was now standing on a familiar dark street, in front of a familiar dark house where, inside, he knew, a familiar dark and dull trio of animals were living.

Them…and someone else…

"Son of a bitch!" exclaimed Harry, returning his attention to the letter.

Sorry, couldn't resist a touch of the dramatic, but, hey, you had to put up with the Overcompensating Manipulative Old Prick for seven years, right?

You're used to a little razzmatazz by now, I'd imagine.

Anyway, here's what I want you to do, and…trust me…they'll NEVER see it coming!

Turn over for the instructions and, for the love of God, don't be a douche and ignore it.

After all, you're not Rogers.

Ciao for now, pal.

DZ2

"Damnit DZ," growled Harry, scrunching up the letter before, remembering the last words, he scoffed as he straightened them out again, turning the paper over so he could read his old friend's rules and guidelines.

When he did so, Harry sputtered…

Then smirked…

Then tittered…

Then giggled…

And, finally, he threw his head back and roared with laughter.

"I take it back, old friend…you're a GENIUS!"

Infinity

Many miles away, on a dark island that was dubbed hell on earth, a certain well-endowed she-devil of a sorceress shivered with anticipation as she looked around in curiosity and liking.

She didn't know why, but, all of a sudden, she felt like she had just been beaten in the crazy department.

And that was a thought that gave Bellatrix Lestrange more pleasure than ever before…

Infinity

"Key under the mat…tch…different world, same thoughtless dickwads."

As he turned the key in the lock of Number Four, Death shook his head as he took note of that, like his trio of inbred monkey-shits, these Muggles didn't believe in alarms, or additional security, or even a dog.

They did, however, believe in the same treatment for their Harry, judging by the low sobs coming from under the stairs.

Moving towards the stairs, Harry waved his hand, opening the cupboard door with a flourish before, snapping his fingers, he conjured up a ball of low-burning, but comforting blue light, which he held out to the sobbing youth in the cupboard.

"Hello Harry Potter," said Harrison Peverell, a part of him seriously hoping that his favourite blonde never heard he'd stolen her line…

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"AAAACHOOOO!Daddy!"

Xenophilius looked up in surprise, "Yes, Luna? What's wrong?"

"Call the Aurors…someone's stolen my gimmick: I know who to blame…damn you, DZ2! I SWEAR, ONE OF THESE DAYS, I WILL FIND YOU ONE DAY…AND KISS YOU SENSELESS FOR MAKING ME SO BADASS AND AWESOME!"

However, Xenophilius just laughed off his daughter's eccentricities before he went to finish the next issue of the Quibbler.

Infinity

"Who…who are you?"

"Well," admitted Peverell, before he leaned into the glow of the firelight, "That's the weird bit, really; you see…I'm you."

"Me?"

"Yep," said Peverell, looking to his much-younger self, who he guessed had to be a while away from his eleventh birthday; judging by the welt on one side of his face, Harry had recently been slammed into the door, while he also had whip slash marks along his back, indicating Vernon's sick mind had gone much further on this Earth.

And, judging by his age, Peverell assumed, "Dudley's birthday…the snake at the zoo…"

"How'd you know about that?" asked Harry, earning a small smile from Peverell.

"Like I said, I'm you," replied the Master of Death, before he leaned in closer, earning a curious look from his younger, alter-Earth counterpart, as he explained, "I know all about their pathetic ideas of normality and niceness; shame none of it ever works out and, once I'm done here, I promise you. It won't work out well for them in this world, either…but first, if you'll permit me, kiddo; I've got a present for you."

"Me?" asked Harry, earning a nod from Peverell.

Seconds later, the Master of Death held out a small, emerald-green-coloured pouch, which had the symbol for the Deathly Hallows printed on it.

Underneath the symbol were the words Dead Drops, which had Harry confused when Peverell pushed them into his hands. "Here; not to sound pervy, Harry, but…I want you to have these very special candies. Trust me, once you try one, you won't want to stop until you've eaten them all."

"Err…thanks…but…but why?" asked Harry, as his hunger, as well as a feeling of awe at being given sweets that, for once, he didn't have to share with Dudley, won out as he opened the bag.

"Because, like a friend said to me, we've been playing by our own rules for so long…maybe it's time we start playing by theirs…"

"I don't understand."

"You will," said Harrison, watching as Harry reached into the bag

Seconds later, he pulled out a strange, circular, spherical sweet, which he popped into his mouth before, chewing it up loudly, he moaned in delight as he tilted his head back and gulped, "Yum…strawberries…and it was so strong too: thanks me!"

"You're welcome, kid," laughed Peverell, watching as Harry plucked out the next sweet, this one green, like his eyes, before he popped that one into his mouth too, causing it to fizz up on his tongue, before Harry swallowed it quickly, coughing as he did so…

"YOWZAH! Sour Apple flavour…ahh, my tongue's on fire…it's like it melted away so fast in my mouth…"

"Must have run out of time," drawled Harrison, offering Harry a bottle of water, "Here you go; this should help with the aftertaste."

Once the bottle was empty, Harry picked out the next sweet, this one pale-blue, before he sent that one the way of the other two; he even slurped on it before swallowing it whole. "Wow…it's like blue bubblegum ice-cream…and it was kind of small too…"

"Maybe your throat grew when you ate it," chuckled Peverell, watching as Harry picked up and ate the next one without much effort.

"Lemon…blergh…I don't think I'll ever eat another lemon drop…"

"That's okay," argued Harrison, chuckling to himself as he knew, with the Mind Stone added to its siblings in his alter-self's belly, the taste was really ironic, given a certain someone's love of reading minds and fucking people over when he did it.

The fifth sweet was tangy, but juicy too, and Harry even said so. "Blackberries…and…something else…a really strong flavour…"

"I'll bet," chuckled Peverell, before he indicated Harry, "Last one: after this, you'll feel tired, but, trust me, kid, when you wake, the fun you'll have…"

"Somehow, I know you're telling me the truth," said Harry, slipping the last sweet into his mouth, "Mm…this one's…mixed; like tropical flavours I can't really tell…ah well, I'm hungry anyway."

With one final gulp, Harry eased himself back, tossing the empty packet to Peverell, "So…what happens now?"

"What else? You sleep off your…very big meal," laughed Peverell, rising from the ground, "But, before I go, a few words of advice…don't worry: they're not Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment, Tweak…no…my words are this…"

Folding his arms, Peverell winked, "Have fun, kid…and, whatever you do, don't let some nobody with a shield fetish, or an overgrown bat-shagger, toad's inbred offspring and, especially not some disgustingly-overcompensating Dudley wannabe with red hair think themselves your betters…in fact, right now, my alternate self…you are the boss here…have fun."

Then, to Harry's surprise, Harrison vanished, leaving Harry alone in his cupboard with the taste of the universe's rainbow dancing on his tongue.

A taste that made him lick his lips and rub his belly as he laughed to no-one in particular;

"Please Sir…I want some more…"

So, a revamped first chapter – half-prologue, half-set-up for the next great adventure – and talk about WEIRD!

Harry met…himself…

Ate something for a midnight snack and now…what?

Oh boy; roll titles, cue Marvel Movies logo – edited with shots of Harry and co, maybe? – and get ready for madness.

Next Chapter: Harry awakens to a whole new world…no…universe of possibilities, which leads to fun, games and justice…

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