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Harry Potter the Sorcerer Supreme

Chapter 1: The Chosen One Meets the Ancient One

When Lily was pregnant with Harry, she knew that he would grow up to become one of the strongest practitioners of magic in the world. But she likely never expected he would become the Next Sorcerer Supreme in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. The real Master of Death has arrived in the MCU prepared for what comes next, but is it prepared for him. Full of Villians, Heros, Costumes and Surprises. Powerful Harry

Hogwarts was in ruins. The final battle in the Second Wizarding War had raged on for hours, the echoes of spells and curses still hung heavy in the air. Bodies of fallen witches and wizards, both friend and foe, lay scattered across the stone floor. The survivors however were gathering around one such body which had been carried into the courtyard hours before and had been roughly deposited here. In fact, it had been this act which had motivated Harry's allies and resulted in the defeat of Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

As the green light of Voldemort's Killing Curse approached him, Harry closed his eyes, preparing to meet his end. Hoping that in some small way his death would make a difference. He had faced death many times, but this was different. He felt a fleeting rush of fear and sadness, but this time Harry was choosing to embrace death rather than fight it.

Harry's life consisted of a series of unlikely events. Having faced basilisks, dementors, Dark Lords, and killing curses, the only certainty in his life was that his life would never turn out as he expected. This is why, after the curse connected, Harry was only momentarily surprised when he did not experience the embrace of darkness as death consumed him. Rather Harry felt as though he was being pulled through space … he felt as if he was soaring through a dark tunnel at incredible speeds. He couldn't see anything around him, only a single spot of light far in the distance.

Harry blinked and all of a sudden, he found himself laying down, bathed in an ethereal light. Harry looked around in confusion, unable to comprehend what was happening.

'Was this death?' he thought.

He found himself in a place unlike any he had ever seen. He had been prepared for death … but he had not expected this. Slowly getting to his feet, the surrounding light began to dim slightly, allowing him to began to make out features of his surroundings.

With a start, Harry realized he was standing on a platform in the heart of King's Cross Station. But it was not the familiar bustling station he knew from his childhood. Instead, it was a place bathed in the soft ethereal light, a platform that seemed to stretch infinitely in both directions.

Harry looked around in wonder. He was no longer in pain, the exhaustion and aches from the fight had seemingly evaporated, leaving him refreshed.

As Harry scanned the platform, he noticed a little black bundle under a bench, marring the otherwise serene landscape. Cautiously approaching the bundle, Harry realized he was hearing a strained whimpering sound coming from within it.

Reaching out Harry slowly uncovered the bundle … and leapt back, recoiling in disgust.

Within the bundle was a baby sized man, curled in a fetal position, skin red and blistered, whimpering and struggling for breath.

As Harry drew near again, attempting to reinspect it, he felt a hand grasp his shoulder.

"There is nothing you can do for … it" a voice said.

Harry spun around in surprise to see who had grabbed his shoulder.

"Dad?" Harry asked, his voice trembling.

His father looked at him smiling warmly. "Hello, Harry. It is good to see you. I … we have been waiting for you."

As he finished his statement, Harry watched as his mother step out from behind his dad.

"My baby boy, your father and I are so proud of all you have done, all you have managed to accomplish."

If the appearance of his father had been unexpected, his mother stepping out had been too much, causing him to drop to his knees looking up at them. "Mum? Dad?" Harry questioned; his eyes full of tears.

They both leaned down to embrace Harry in a hug. "It is alright Harry don't be sad. We are here for you. We have always been here for you, and we will always be here for you." His mother whispering into his ear.

Harry wiped the corner of his eyes as he stood and looked at his parents, struggling to find the words to convey what he was feeling … what he was thinking.

"You have been waiting for me here? Where is here?"

His father looked down at him, "We were hoping you could tell us, everyone perceives this differently."

Harry looked around at his surroundings before facing his parents, "It looks like King's Cross Station, but bigger, and cleaner, and emptier … well except …" Harry trailed off pointing towards his parents before indicating behind him at the creature in the bundle that was becoming quieter.

"Ah King's Cross, that would make sense! This place is a junction between the world of the living and the world beyond. It is a place where souls find refuge after their time in the mortal world has ended." His father explained, looking around himself.

Harry's mind whirled with questions, but he found himself unable to speak, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace and happiness simply being in his parents' presence.

Lily glanced at Harry with a knowing look. "We are here to help you, Harry. To guide you."

Harry frowned, his thoughts returning to his battle with Voldemort. "I … I failed, Mum. I could not defeat him."

As his mother leaned forward and embraced him in a hug, his father shook his head, a reassuring smile on his face, "No, Harry, you did not fail. Never think that. You faced Voldemort with incredible bravery. Your sacrifice inspired your friends, they won the fight, your sacrifice saved countless lives."

Harry froze, and hesitantly looked up to his father, "Am I … am I dead?"

James nodded, a sad look in his eyes. "Yes, Harry, you are. Voldemort killed you in the Forbidden Forest. But also, thanks to the monster …" He paused glaring at the bundle behind Harry. "Also, thanks to Voldemort you do not need to remain dead."

Harry glanced back and forth between his parents confused.

"Do not worry Harry, you need not fear death. Afterall it is but the next great adventure. This is a place of transition, and you can decide what happens next."

Lily placed a hand on Harry's cheek, her eyes filled with love and understanding. "You do not need to carry the burden of prophesy anymore; you are free to choose your own path."

James nodded and added, "You had made the ultimate sacrifice and you have been given a choice. You can choose to move on to the next phase of your existence, to explore the mysteries of the universe, or you can choose to return to life, not in your own world but in another world."

Harry paused and thought about his loved ones, knowing that another world had people he would be able to help. And without prophesy hanging over him he would be able to make his own decisions, helping because he wanted to not because he was being forced to. He knew that he could continue to make a difference.

"I choose to return," he said, his voice resolute.

Lily smiled at him, "We thought you would, I could not be more proud of you. We believe that you have the ability to make a difference in this new world as well, but in your own way. You do not have to be the savior of this world, but you can still help those in need."

James patted his shoulder. "Very well, Harry. Your journey is not over yet. You will return to a world of the living and your story will continue."

Harry smiled at his parents, a sense of purpose stirring within him. He might not be the Chosen One in this world, but he could still be a force for good.

"What do I do now?" Harry asked, eagerly looking at his parents.

Lily smiled proudly. "First, you will need to learn about this world, its histories and its magics."

James nodded along with Lily, "Then you can decide how you want to contribute. But make sure to learn Harry. There are lots of good individuals on this world who can become allies, but there are also evil individuals who will try to take advantage of you."

His parents looked up, as if hearing something only they could hear before looking back towards Harry. His father laid his hand upon his right breast as his mother smiled and opened her mouth, "It appears that as the Master of Death you are to be granted a gift to help you in this new world."

Harry looked down at his chest as he felt a burning sensation began under his father's hand. Harry wanted to take a step back but realized it was probably important. Thankfully, almost as soon as it began the sensation disappeared.

"This gift should help you on your way."

With those words, the ethereal lights emanating from every surface began to intensify again and the mists that had seemed to cling to the ground began to swirl around them starting to obscure the surroundings.

Harry looked towards his parents who were beginning to fade into the light.

"Mum! Dad! Before this … experience ends … Is this real? Or did this just happen inside my head?"

Harry's parents smiled at him as the mist rose and obscured them, his father's voice sounded like it was coming down a tunnel. "Why can't it be both?"

As everything was covered in mist and the light began to fade, he heard his mother's voice, barely audible, "We love you, Harry. We always will."

The rain was pouring down in sheets, transforming the winding road into a treacherous ribbon of glistening black. Lightning streaked across the dark sky, momentarily illuminating the surrounding trees, their leaves weighed down by the deluge. In the distance, the rumble of thunder echoed ominously, as if nature itself was protesting what was about to occur.

Dr. Stephen Strange gripped the steering wheel of his sleek Lamborghini tightly, his knuckles turning white under the pressure. His journey through this storm was already tense enough without the added weight of his thoughts. He had been preoccupied ever since his phone conversation had been cut short due to the extremely poor connection, just moments before, when this storm arose out of nowhere.

As Strange accelerated down the winding road, his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, blinding flash of green light in front of him. He only had a split second to react before he saw a figure appear directly in front of his car, almost as if he materialized out of thin air.

Dr. Strange's eyes widened in horror, as he slammed on the breaks and felt the tires fail to find traction on the wet pavement, realizing he was about to collide with the unexpected obstacle in front of him.

The figure in front of him looked through the windshield into the eyes of Dr. Strange, vivid green eyes peering deep into Dr. Strange, seeming to realize the danger he was in, as his eyes widened in alarm.

Time seemed to slow down as Dr. Strange watched as his car closed what little distance remained between them. Knowing that at this speed there was no way the man in front of him would survive …

However, with a cracking sound that was audible over the storm outside, the man disappeared … as if he had never been there.

Dr. Strange began to breathe a sign of relief, but stopped as his breath hitched, realizing that his attempted avoidance of the sudden appearance had thrown his car out of control and he felt as the tires lost traction completely and the car began to roll, heading towards the cliff edge.

In a second, everything managed to speed up as his world filled with the harsh sounds of screeching metal and shattering glass.

During the roll Dr. Strange felt momentary pain from his hands … and then thankfully nothing, as he was knocked unconscious, as the car flew over the edge of the cliff towards the lake below.

Meanwhile, Harry let out a sigh of relief as he apparated onto the side of the road at the top of the cliff. Furious that he had just appeared in the middle of the road, only to be almost hit by the very futuristic looking car.

Harry's musings were cut short by the sounds of metal screeching and glass shattering, causing him to spin around as he watched the car roll over the cliff.

Harry stared on in panic, as he reached into his pocket trying to find his wand. However, unable to find it he desperately reached out his hand and shouted "Arresto Momentum", even though he knew wandless magic had never been one of his strengths.

Harry could only watch on in surprise as the car began to slow its descent and eventually just hang in air, mere feet above the water surface. Daring to try his luck again he called out "Wingardium Leviosa" and stared in shock as the car began to rise back towards the road.

Watching the smashed remains of the car settle down onto the roadway, Harry sprinted in the direction of the car, hoping with all his being that the individual within was alright. As he ran forward, he was absently aware of the fact that his right breast felt warm, noticeable against the cold press of his clothing as a result of the rain.

As he made it to the car, he wretched off the door and looked at bleeding, bruised, and broken body of a man within. Harry froze and stared at it fearing the worse. However, just before Harry was about to drop to his knees in despair, he heard a cough and saw a fine mist of blood come from the man's mouth.

Reinvigorated, Harry leaned forward and slowly and cautiously managed to withdraw the man from the wreck, laying him on the roadway.

Fearing the worst Harry wandless cast a diagnostic charm on the man below him and was immensely relieved when nothing life threatening was revealed to him.

Harry shook his head in disbelief as he saw that the man had suffered nothing that would be fatal, serious for sure, but nothing fatal. He had received hundreds of small lacerations from the flying glass and he would have a serious concussion. However, the only serious damage he received was to his hands … which appeared to be quite mangled.

Harry looked on and cringed, knowing that as his hands were, there probably was not a bone that was unbroken and the man would likely suffer irreparable nerve damage. Even within the wizarding world, treatment for that injury had been difficult, made even more difficult, if the injury was not treated immediately.

As Harry looked at the man's hands, he could not help but smile. Knowing that even though that type of repair with magic was rare, it was actually a branch of healing magic that Oliver Wood had made the entire team learn due to the prevalence of extreme trauma injury from Bludgers, while it was likely that one of the teammates would have been rushed to Madam Pomfrey before the damage was irreparable. Oliver was nothing if not cautious and did not want any of his teammates to suffer a life-long debilitating injury.

Even though Harry had never actually preformed the spell, he was fairly confident that he was capable of successfully carrying it out, even without his wand.

As Harry stretched out the man's hands in front of him, he recoiled as the man screamed from the pain. Apparently, the pain being serious enough to rouse him from unconsciousness.

"It's ok, Mister …" Pausing, realizing he had no idea who lay before him. "It's ok I can fix your hands."

Summoning his magical abilities, Harry placed his hands on the man's injured hands, uttered the spell and felt his magical energies being channeled into repairing the injuries.

Harry once again experienced the slight warmth in his chest, as he felt the bones realign and saw the torn flesh began knitting together. Relief washed over Harry as he knew the damage to the bones, skin, and even nerves was repairing itself, but even he knew he would not be able to undo all the damage the man had sustained. There would be scars, both physical and mental, from this encounter.

The man's eyes fluttered open and he mumbled something.

Harry paused, leaning closer to hear.

"Its Doctor … Doctor Strange …" he mumbled out before passing out again.

Harry smiled ruefully at the irony of healing a doctor and began to stand up.

However, just as Harry stood up, there was a powerful gust of wind that suddenly swept across the rain-soaked road. However, Harry stared down the road, as it did not feel like an ordinary gust of wind … it felt … almost magical.

His assumption was proven correct as the wind seemed to coalesce and then immediately die down, revealing a figure in ancient robes. A figure who exuded an aura of wisdom and power that Harry usually associated with Dumbledore.

"Harry Potter," she intoned, her voice carrying weight of a long life, a fact her middle-aged appearance seemed to contradict. "I sensed a disturbance in the fabric of reality. It appears that you have been involved in a convergence of our worlds."

Harry jumped back as he stared at the woman, "You … know who I am?"

She nodded a small smile upon her face, "I have heard of you. Your story is known in many realms across the multiverse."

Harry stared at her, "Oh … okay? Who are you? Where am I?"

"You may refer to me as the Ancient One, I am the Sorcerer Supreme." She replied cryptically, before pausing and indicating the man lying on the ground. "Your appearance at this location on our Earth was not mere coincidence. The fabric of reality was disturbed, and something … someone chose to deposit you here. The two of you coming together was no accident."

Harry spun and looked at the man on the ground, "Who was he?"

She looked at the man lying on the ground, "He was to be the future Sorcerer Supreme. However, his future is now clouded from me … an experience I am not used to … and am not enjoying. It seems whatever forces colluded to deposit you here have altered his destiny. However, even though indistinct I sense … greatness in his future … I sense …" She paused looking back to Harry, "I should not be sharing, every one's fate should be their own and it would be a betrayal of what I believe to share one man's fate with another."

Harry nodded slowly before the Ancient One began speaking again.

"Whatever forces directed you to appear at that spot in an attempt to rob us of a future Sorcerer Supreme seem to have miscalculated. While your training in magic is fundamentally different than the magic of this realm, I sense a greater affinity for all magics in you than I have ever experienced. You have the potential to wield magic unlike any other, transcending the boundaries of your own universe by combining our magic with yours."

Harry looked up at her in shock. "What?"

She nodded, "I speak the truth. If you want help with the mysteries you will encounter in this world, come find me in Kamar-Taj. The journey will prove your worth, the destination our worth. I offer you almost limitless knowledge and a chance to make a difference."

Harry looked up at her, "But I'm just Harry. Just Harry … I am just a wizard from England, not some powerful sorcerer."

The Ancient One smiled and extended her hand towards Harry, offering it to him. "You were never "just" anything. I know what you accomplished on your world and I know what you are capable on this world."

Harry hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering between the Ancient One and the surrounding landscape. He knew this was a decision that would change his life. But he was excited that it was his decision to make.

With a determined nod, Harry took the Ancient One's hand. "Alright, I'll come to Kamar-Taj. I'll learn everything I can about your magic."

With a smile and a nod, she disappeared completely, leaving a rain-soaked Harry standing beside the body of Dr. Strange on the road in the middle of nowhere. Harry scanned the desolate road, uncertainty etching lines on his forehead as he debated which direction to take. Rainwater dripped from the ends of his disheveled hair, soaking his glasses.

Then, as if struck by a bolt of lightning, Harry's gaze dropped to his chest remembering the warmth he felt every time he harnessed and used his magic. As if unconsciously, he watched his trembling hand slowly lift the fabric of his shirt, revealing a startling revelation etched on his skin – the unmistakable tattoo of the Deathly Hallows, immediately below where his father had placed his hand.

"Well … I will admit, I did not expect this," Harry muttered to himself, his voice barely audible above the pattering rain. His green eyes remained wide in disbelief as he traced the intricate lines of the symbol. "I suppose I really am … the Master of Death."

His thoughts whirled, trying to understand what had happened, but Harry didn't have time to dwell on the enigma of the Deathly Hallows and his new tattoo. Above all, he knew he needed to get help for the man, Dr. Strange, and get out of the elements.

Glancing back up, Harry spotted distant lights twinkling in the distance – a city on the horizon.

Kneeling beside the man he had saved, who appeared to still be unconscious. "Stay here, Dr. Strange," Harry said, his voice firm. "I'll send help for you as soon as I find it in that city, and then I am off to find this … Kamar-Taj."

Turning away from the prone man, Harry squared his shoulders, peering in the direction of the city, and disapparated toward the inviting glow, with a loud crack.

What Harry did not see, was that as he disapparated, the prone form of Dr. Strange stirred. Dr. Strange slowly opened his eyes and struggled to sit up, eventually managing it with a slight grimace on his face, as he stared in the direction of the city lights in the distance.

"What the hell was that …"

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Story Note 1 – Harry will still have his magic but won't be able to get a wand for obvious reasons. Luckily as the Master of Death he has an innate ability to use the Power of the Hallows in the new universe. Will primarily focus on the elder wand (will appear as wandless, nonverbal magic) and occasional invisibility. He will have power of the resurrection stone but that will not come up often, as its power is universe dependent so he is not able to call up his mum or dad or Sirius or … whoever else to chat. However, there is an arc planned in this story where he will get to use it

Story Note 2 – Even though Harry saved Dr. Strange (the physician) from a car crash and the subsequent damage to his hands, thus preventing his path to becoming Dr. Strange (the superhero). Dr. Strange will reappear and become … (no spoilers)

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Author Note 1 – New story! Hope you enjoy! Harry Potter Marvel cinematic Universe Crossover. AU. Obviously not epilogue compliant with respect to Harry Potter.

Author Note 2 – I just want to say I have been blown away with all the support and love (feedback and follows I have been receiving). I am near my next feedback milestone, so I thought I would release this story a little ahead of schedule. Thanks again! I am just happy people seem to be enjoying reading my stories story as much as I am writing it.

Author Note 3 – I enjoy writing short stories for my own enjoyment but at a suggestion from a friend, I have decided to start posting some of my stories that I am working on or have completed. All feedback is welcome (hopefully constructive!) Looking forward to what you think!