hey this is a story I'm planning on expanding on once I finish my current story (agent with a blood lust).

for now it's gonna be a one shot... maybe two shot who knows?

oh and this is my story️ and it isn't going to beta, and most likely not proof read,

p.s I think I'm gonna make it so harry can do wandless magic easily.

DISCLAIMER!!: I do not own Marvel, or harry potter, I will be using text from the hp books , and English is not my first language so sorry for any mistake in the plot or grammar.


chapter_1: daddy dearest,


the battle was raging, wakanda army the fought fiercely against the ugly monsters thanos had sent to destroy them.

the ugly beasts were starting to surround the force field when, what looked like a raven popped out of nowhere and started to kill the monsters who were straying to far from the main group.

Steve Rogers looked closer at the winged creature to find out it was a boy roughly about seventeen flying around using large black wings, and holding a silver sword with a blood red Jem encrusted into the handle.

"who the hell is that?" cap said frowning

"don't know Captain" t'challa sighed frowning in the same direction as the boy,

all of a sudden the boy flew through the force field landing softly next to the army,

"your majesty, Captain" the boy nodded.

The army of monsters started to surround the force field again, some breaking through,

"open part of the force field" t'challa said into his com, as requested a chunk of the field disappeared allowing the monsters to pour in.

all of a sudden the boys wings shrunk into his body leaving only two holes in the back of his shirt to prove that they were ever there.

raising his sword with grace and elegance the boy started killing beasts along side the avengers and army of wakanda.

(le time De le skip)

the thor hit thanos hard in the chest with stormbreaker, lodging the weapon into the mad titans chest,

looking up thanos smirked "should have gone for the head" snapping his fingers the titans face fell,

"what?" thanos frowned "why didn't it work?"

turning his hand to check the stones he knowest that they were missing.

"FATHER!" a boy with raven hair and round glasses shouted

"IM BACK!" The boy snarled "did ya miss me!?"

"oh god" thanos whispered, a look of utter fear in his eyes,

Thor looked at the boy then back at thanos,

"who are you!" Thor boomed, pulling stormbreaker from the titans chest and pointing at the boy.

the raven smiled shadow falling over his pale features, a small cackle came from his Mouth.

"my name? Harrison potter... master of death, adopted son of the titan thanos." harry grinned looking up to face the blonde god, before snapping back around to face his father again,

apperating to the side of thanos, he removed the gauntlet before giving the god a hard stare and saying "he can't move or speak for about a day I jinxed him, it would be a good time to box him up."

flicking his wrist the stones appeared in his hand,

prologue:

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the

street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky – and a huge motorbike fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them. If the motorbike was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least fi ve times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild – long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of dustbin lids and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets. 'Hagrid,' said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. 'At last. And where did you get that motorbike?' 'Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir,' said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorbike as he spoke. 'Young Sirius Black lent it me. I've got him, sir.' 'No problems, were there?''No, sir – house was almost destroyed but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was fl yin' over Bristol.' Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet- black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning. 'Is that where –?' whispered Professor McGonagall. 'Yes,' said Dumbledore. 'He'll have that scar for ever.' 'Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?' 'Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in useful. I have one myself above my left knee which is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well – give him here, Hagrid – we'd

better get this over with.'

Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned towards

the Dursleys' house.

'Could I – could I say goodbye to him, sir?' asked Hagrid.

He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him

what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then,

suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

'Shhh!' hissed Professor McGonagall. 'You'll wake the

Muggles!'

'S-s- sorry,' sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large spotted

handkerchief and burying his face in it. 'But I c- c-can't stand

it – Lily an' James dead – an' poor little Harry off ter live with

Muggles –'

'Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid,

or we'll be found,' Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the

low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry

gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked

it inside Harry's blankets and then came back to the other

two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at

the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor

McGonagall blinked furiously and the twinkling light that

usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone

out.

'Well,' said Dumbledore fi nally, 'that's that. We've no

business staying here. We may as well go and join the

celebrations.'

'Yeah,' said Hagrid in a very muffl ed voice. 'I'd best get this

bike away. G'night, Professor McGonagall – Professor

Dumbledore, sir.'

Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid

swung himself on to the motorbike and kicked the engine into

life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.

'I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall,' said

Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her

nose in reply.

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On

the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He

clicked it once and twelve balls of light sped back to their

street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and

he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at

the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of

blankets on the step of number four. 'Good luck, Harry,' he murmured. He turned on his heel

and with a swish of his cloak he was gone. breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time in the gentle arms of a titan who had been in his ship when he felt the sudden power surge from a small baby boy.

(end of prologue)


a small child's hand wrapped around the pinkey finger of thanos as it slept

"da- da- deres" the baby sighed still deep in sleep, thanos smiled at the baby boy in his arms.

sitting on his thirown thanos spoke softly Harrison potter I will raise you as my own.