He's Just Like His Father! Hungry! A Harry Potter/Marvel 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 Marvel or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to Stan Lee, Marvel and all respective creators. 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: Evil Harry/Jean Grey
Normal Speech
'Thoughts'
'Mental Speech'
'Galactus Speaking in Celestial Form'
/Parseltongue/
Arc 0/Prologue: Lily's Choice
Chapter 1: I'll Do Anything
"N-n-no…that's not true…that's impossible!"
"I'm afraid it's true, Mrs Potter…according to our scans, you…you were pregnant…a couple of weeks along, I'd say, but your injuries…the damage…the magic needed…I…I'm sorry…"
JLHF
"Give me another…"
Lily Potter was never really much of a drinker; in fact, the many binges that Sirius often took James on, or – more often than not – vice-versa were often a cause for arguments in what was supposed to be a happily-married couple's home.
However, having been given the worst news that any woman, even a magical one like Lily, could have been given, all after a terrible attack from that snake-faced megalomaniac, Lord Voldemort and his ilk, had left a hollow, empty feeling in Lily. Darkness had clouded her mind, blackened her soul and, when her loving husband had insisted on her speaking to Albus about what they were to do next, it had taken all Lily's restraint not to hit her one-track-minded Dumbledore's yes-man husband with the Cruciatus Curse.
Instead, she'd yelled at him, telling him to, quote, fuck off back to that whiskered wanker whom you obviously love more than your own damn wife, you tactless twit, before her Accidental Magic sent James fleeing with his tail between his legs.
Lily, on the other hand, had an epiphany as she'd fallen back onto the hospital bed, exhausted from screaming and her magical outburst.
JLHF
James didn't care about her.
He didn't care about her injuries, or when she might be back on her feet.
He didn't even appear to care that her eyes were redder than Gryffindor's colours, or that she'd been wearing a look that was almost akin to one who'd been given a Dementor's Kiss.
No…all he cared about was Dumbledore's advice on what happened next.
Lily was grateful for the chance to get away.
Even if she did head for the nearest tavern and propped up the bar, doing whatever she could to try and numb the pain she felt.
Both in her blackened, void-like heart and her now-empty, childless belly…
JLHF
"Here you go, Lily…"
Smiling through her semi-drunken state, Lily grabbed the bottle offered to her as she drawled, "Just…just leave the bottle, would you, Abe?"
"If that's what you want, dear lady," replied Aberforth Dumbledore, brother – read: estranged – to the other senile old coot who may as well have helped murder the miracle of life that Lily had been growing in her belly.
Unlike the murderer, Lily didn't mind Abe, even if only because he loathed Albus as much as she did, if not more, and because he was more than happy to supply her with the drink she needed as she stared deep into the remains. Her eyes were dry as dry could be, having been drained of all the tears she'd shed in the Hospital Wing – both tears of pain and of anger – while her lips still quivered as she looked at the swirling liquid waiting to be drank down at the bottom of the bottle.
"He…they don't care…" Lily slurred, holding the bottle over her glass, before she watched as the rich, distracting liquid fell into the glass, while Aberforth offered her a consoling smile as she growled, "I…I was on death's door…thanks to…to that crazy bitch, Lestrange and…and her damn family. I…I was injured…speared by…by debris…they said it narrowly missed my spine. But…but even when I…I recover, they…he…all he wants to know is: when can you come back to the Order of Dumbledore's Arse-Lickers, Lily-dear?"
"At least you're okay now, though," observed Abe, earning a scoff from Lily as she looked up at him.
Meanwhile, the drink she poured out was overflowing in her glass, trickling down her trousers as she sat there, looking up at the other Dumbledore, her expression one of amused disbelief, "Okay? I…I'm not okay, Aberforth William Dumbledore…I…I lost the…the only thing I have ever wanted more…more than my husband; my…my magic…or my…my future."
"You could always try again?" suggested Aberforth, earning another scoff from the drunk redhead.
"Try again? I don't even remember the last time James was intimate with me, Abe," laughed Lily, finally stopping in her pouring as she noticed the wetness running down her legs. "Ah shitake mushrooms; sorry, Abe…I…I think I owe you a new bottle…or maybe a clean floor?"
"In this place?" laughed Aberforth, flicking his wand at Lily, cleaning up her clothes, even if only her clothes, as he added, "No problem…but, still, there are things that…that can be done, you know? Maybe you could even force James; I know love potions are supposed to be illegal, but that doesn't mean they don't get used."
"How else does that scarlet slut, Molly Prewitt, have…what's it now? Six kids…or is it sixteen? Poor Arthur…how's he walking these days?"
Again, Aberforth laughed, though, as he did so, he reached over and took Lily's hand, forcing her to look up at him before she saw him smile at her.
"What if I told you I know someone who can help? And not just help you get what you want, Lily, but also, if you'll forgive the terminology, get the ultimate payback on James and my brother by playing the Merlin, Morgana and Mordred of all pranks?"
Lily scoffed again!
"Play a prank that big on the dick who thinks he's Loki incarnate? If you can do that, Abs, I'd swear a vow to do whatever you wanted…"
"No need for that," chuckled Aberforth, taking Lily's hand in his, flicking his wand at the door to the Hog's Head pub, locking it up, as he did so.
"Just follow me, Lily, and I promise you, on my beloved sister's grave; we'll all get what we want…"
JLHF
"So…what? The answer is hiding in a cask of wine?"
Aberforth gave a soft laugh as he stopped in front of a stack of wine casks, before he turned to the suspicious, Doubting Thomasina that was his only remaining customer, his bright blue eyes almost looking brighter-still as he chuckled at Lily's scepticism.
"Surely you've been down to the Hufflepuff Common Room at some time, dear lady?" asked Aberforth, lifting a hand before, to Lily's curiosity, he knocked on the top-most barrel four times in a strange rhythmic manner.
TAP, TAP-TAP-TAP!
TAP, TAP-TAP-TAP!
TAP, TAP-TAP-TAP!
"Knock three times," drawled Lily, before her eyes widened when what could only be described as a swirling vortex of otherworldly energy began to form over the barrels, forming a large gap in the wall, through which, Lily could feel an ethereal, but not unwelcoming breeze blowing over her face.
"Word of advice," said Aberforth, watching as Lily walked forwards, heading for the light within. "Forget everything you think you know about what makes sense, even in an arse-backwards world like ours, Lily Potter. Because you are about to meet one for whom foolish wand-waving and silly incantations are nothing, but a joke; mere flies to be swatted before his greatness."
Lily looked back once, though not before she clutched her stomach as she whispered, "Oh well…I did say I'd do anything…see you…maybe?"
The vortex swallowed her up, leaving Aberforth smiling as he nodded once.
"Good luck, dear lady…and Hail Galactus!"
Yikes, talk about a VERY different Lily; but what awaits her on the other side of the portal?
Also…wait…did…did Aberforth Dumbledore just use the name of…of…Holy Merlin Balls: what will this mean for the magical world?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Some years later, a VERY different so-called Boy-Who-Lived makes his debut, but if they think they're getting a hero, a saviour or a pawn, he's going to not only dispel those notions…he's going to eat them for lunch!
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PORTRAYALS:
Lily Potter – Katie McGrath
Aberforth Dumbledore – Timothy Dalton
(I know he's got roles and portrayals in the FBverse and canon 8 movies, but this is who I imagined when I wrote him into this idea)
PROMPT INFO:
Also, in case people don't know, this is actually the response to a prompt that's been scratching at the doorway to inspiration for some time now; a weird one, I grant you, but one I hope may catch people's eyes sometime.
Anyway, here are the details…
Magic was a force even the All-Powerful Galactus couldn't comprehend. So, in order to claim it for himself, he decided to send a herald...one who may even be worthy enough to call himself Galactus Heir
(Dark/Evil OP Harry: Galactus uses the Power Cosmic to give Harry to Lily and James, while warping their minds so they believe they conceived him: born half-human - or one-third human, one-third Wixen, one-third Celestial - Harry is hidden from forces like Doctor Strange and even Heimdall until he comes of age: when Harry learns of his birthright, or if he knows of it from birth, is up to you, but he MUST be loyal to his True Father - meaning Galactus - as he knows he could just as easily be wiped out or devoured: among his Cosmic, Omega-Level Class powers, Harry MUST possess the ability to feed on magic and magical energies like his Father feeds on the life force of planets: what other powers he has are up to you: bonus points if Harry seeks the means to dominate the humans and rule Earth as his Father's heir)
All right, so only James' mind will be altered in this, while we have a Dark Lily who obviously knows and doesn't regret it – not something I've seen too often, hence why I went down this road – but, at the same time, it's something fun, evil and full of potential.
So, keep reading to find out what I have planned for the almighty Not-Hero of Magical Britain