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

Sunlight drifted across a gray sky, lighting up the shadow encased crevices. A man was stepping lightly across the cracked ground kicking rocks and rubbish with each step. He soon reached the top of the hill and his view expanded. Large dust filled field and in the center was a set of stones arranged around the center, a place of power and for ancient rituals, a place that he was going to use to go back.

Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, walked across the dusty field the only sound being the slight crunch of his boots on dirt. There he sat in the middle of the ancient ritual site, Stonehenge, just meditating and readying himself. His mind drifted, first to the ritual he had waited so long to do and the fact that he would see his friends again soon. Next if filled with years of battle, the years of silence. He stopped his meditation when the sun started setting and the cold of night crept along the ground chasing the sunlights final rays. Checking to make sure he had everything he wanted to take he looked over the bag on his hip.

Slowly he stood up ready for the final part of his mission. To go back and kill Tom Riddle before he destroyed the world. He started setting up the ritual around the area, components and reagents that no longer exists saved from destruction many years ago. Runes and Inscription layered across the ground painted in the blood of creatures extinct. After it was finally finished he had to wait, wait for the alignment of heavenly bodies that would amplify his ritual over and over again allowing him to travel further in time than any had done before. Looking up and seeing the Moon directly above him he started, burning reagents along the edge of the ritual circle.

Smoke curled around the air, as he circles the stones at the center of a circle older than many of the countries in the world. His hands waving through the air as herbs, blood, and sparks fall all around. Lights in shapes of writings from empires lost to time circle around him. Slowly he stops his movements as energy fills the air. He lifts his head, bright almost glowing green eyes sweep across the horizon remembering the world that he is glad to be leaving behind. The world destroyed, the world burned by a madman who lost his humanity years before he was born.

Sighing he flicks out his fingers as the center of the circle he is standing in, lighting the last of the symbols. "I hope this works." Light explodes around him, sweeping away everything from his vision. Stars and celestial bodies fly around him as pressure builds on his body and mind. He can see the space around him start to bend and twist in a way that would break the mind of those with lesser willpower, men who hadn't survived against all odds.

A pained scream rips itself from his mouth, tears in his dragonhide armor gush fresh blood. Teeth clenched in obvious pain, blood leaking from his gums, gashes line his body, and then almost as if nothing happened it stops. The world around him stills unnaturally, the creatures and rune-words gone. All signs of the ritual are erased as he stands for only a few moments, strength leaves his taut frame as the pain disperses. Moonlight framing him bloodied and gaunt. Years of fighting and famine taking it's due. He slips down kneeling with his hands touching the grass grown between the stones that he had just covered in runes. He raised his head with some effort and saw the greenery all around him, the cloudless night sky and the distant sound of insects and animals. In this moment he cries, the beauty of a world with life finally breaking him down more so than the silence and lifeless world ever could.

Slowly the tears stop and he just lays down, the quiet of the area allows him to let his mind wander back to the reason he's here in the first place. Slitted red eyes, attached to an inhuman frame. A monster who took his parents, a monster who killed his friends, the monster who destroyed the world. As the quiet surrounds him, the air is fresh and clean, lacking the burning scent of death and evil that had tainted his world for so many years. He thinks back on the life he had known up until this moment, the years of adventure, death defying or not, at Hogwarts. His friends who supported him and fought with him against the forces of evil. Moments of such short triumph after the 'final battle', where he believed his foe defeated, and his future limitless.

It only took a few days for the satisfaction of victory to wash away into horror as once again his life was plagued by Voldemort. Not surrounded by his sycophants, but by monsters, creatures not of his world, grotesque and ugly, limbs unlike anything he'd seen, with too few appendages or too many eyes. Many lacking even forms giving a semblance of normality. They had fought again, but slowly the battles turned into retreats, armies summoned from places beyond human knowledge. The non-magicals noticed quickly, attacking and defending, making progress at first but slowly losing ground. The creatures were limitless in number, growing ever more plentiful while the people of Earth could not increase their numbers fast enough.

It wasn't just the numbers, the creatures, demons, monsters, they plagued the land, corrupting and defiling anything they laid their hands on. Waters turned stagnant, lands ran fallow. Eventually the world died a slow and insidious death. Humans marshaled to the farthest reaches. The wizarding world and non-magical world join together hoping and praying they could overcome it together. It had been pointless.

Fire, blood, and death.

Now here he laid, commander of the anti-demon army, leader of the wizarding world, chosen of fate to destroy the darkest lord in all of human history. Harry shook his head removing the thoughts of his failures. His mind arts reinforcing his will and suffocating the pressure of his loss.

His current mission is to fix what would be broken and hope he would stop Voldemort in time. Harry sighed to himself and let his eyes flutter closed. Dreams took hold, friends and family joining him in an amalgamation of life as it had been, Hogwarts, Diagon Alley, and the Burrow. It was too soon that he awoke with sunlight streaming onto his face. Harry snapped open his eyes ready for anything but was blown away by the sky as it lit up in a myriad of colors and clouds. So used to the dreary and dead colors of corruption and filth, the vast blue with hints of yellow and orange took his breath away. He just laid there watching the sky until he realized he still had a mission to complete.

Standing up he brushed himself off and looked over his bag and the contents within making sure he had everything he needed. When he saw that he did, Harry took a step forward and instead of Stonehenge, he found himself at the edge of a forest surrounded by old trees and the sounds of moving water from the nearby black lake. Harry made a step towards the edge of the forest expecting to find himself just outside Hogwarts, instead he found a crumbling ruin. Years of neglect has the ancient castle resembling a pile of stone and barely supported walls. Freezing for only a moment Harry ran, stumbling on his still shaking legs he saw that there was no sign of magic, no feel of ancient wards, and no sign of human usage for years. The ruins were abandoned and reclaimed by nature. Feeling confused and lost, Harry just stood staring at the place he had called home so long ago. Needing some answers he stepped forward again, this time at Charing Cross road in London.

People bustling about, on their way to work or just running errands. His eyes soaked in the foreign yet oh so familiar landscapes, people, actual people filled the air around him with chattering noises. A smile found itself onto his face as he just stood there listening to more evidence of life and humanity. He hid his form from the non-magical people with a negligent wave of his hand. Slowly his steps brought him to the Leaky Cauldron or where it should be, but as his eyes scanned the buildings ahead no sign of the Leaky Cauldron anywhere.

"Whe-" words tumbled from his mouth turning into a major coughing fit, as his scratchy and dry throat protested the usage. He quickly conjured a glass of water to get his cough under control. After vanishing his glass he waved his hand again. 8:37 A.M. March 9th 2007 appeared in orange lights. Confused by the year, 2007 was years after the fall of the United Kingdom, he sent out his senses, searching for anything magical. At first there was nothing, but as his awareness spread he found a link to something old, something powerful that connected to more further than his senses could reach. He stepped forward again, finding himself facing a large building, wards of such power he was gob-smacked.

As he stood there, the door, and thus the wards, opened allowing him to see a man in monk robes wave him inside. Cautiously he steps into the building, a large double staircase dominates the foyer, entirely lit by magical flames in candelabras and chandeliers. The man who let him in walks off through a side hall as two people appear at the top of the stairs. A man, old in age missing an arm carries himself with dignity and a hint of power, and a young yet old feeling woman walks beside him. Harry can feel the power rolling off the woman, light and airy but tainted with stagnation. His eyes narrow at her as they get to the ground floor.

He watches through the side of his vision as the old man wanders down the same hallway, his eyes never leaving the woman in front of him. "You know, you are one of the few people I will ever meet that dismiss Master Hamir as the one in charge."

"Yes, well I doubt there are many who can feel the power flowing through you like I do. Feel the stagnation" His eyes never leaving hers.

Her eyebrows raise in surprise only for acknowledgment to seep through the expression on her face. "Well I know you came searching for answers, but why stand in the foyer? Let us go and have some tea." She walks off to a side room without waiting to see if he would follow.

Deciding he has nothing better to do, Harry follows after the woman. His feet carry him into the room where a few cushions decorate the floor next to a low sitting table where the woman is already pouring tea. He goes to sit down and realizes he is still covered in blood and ash. Sighing he waves a hand cleaning himself and his clothes that look even more tattered when his skin is peeking through. Not fazed, he sits down taking the cup presented to him as he lifts his eyes back to the woman in front of him.

"Now let us begin with who I am. My people call me Ancient One, I am a Master of the Mystic Arts and current Sorcerer Supreme. I train and guide other Masters and help defend our realm from threats not of our own dimension." She stops and sips the tea in her hands.

Harry, seeing the opening, decides to ask, "This isn't my world is it?" He was sure this was true. In all his travels and battles he had never met anyone like these Masters of the Mystic Arts. "I sense magic here, but none of the places where I expected there to be magic. I can only assume something went wrong with my ritual." Sighing, Harry rubbed face in frustration.

"No Master Potter I am afraid it isn't." She said simply, once again sipping her tea as she flicked her eyes toward his untouched cup.

"Wait hold up, how do you know my name? Also why are you telling me all of this? I can tell that this place was hidden based on the wards I could feel." He asked even while taking the first sip of his tea, momentarily surprised at how good it was.

She gives a mischievous look and holds up a necklace she was wearing, "This amulet gives the wearer, the Sorcerer Supreme, the ability to view paths of the future, see people, events, and even conversations that may or may not happen. During my typical ritual of checking the future for any dangers you made an appearance when before tonight you have never once been a figure in this world. After seeing you and the many variations of this conversation, I have learned a few things about you and the challenges you have faced. It seems in every version of this conversation you respond well to only a few things, mainly honesty." She finished simply.

Harry takes a moment to process this, setting down his tea and rubs the bridge of his nose, where his glasses had once sat. "This is not going to be a fun conversation for me is it?" His mind goes to the many discussions about time travel with Hermione that briefly stabs at his heart.

Sporting a wide smile Ancient One gladly says, "No not at all, but also you will soon learn that while this isn't your world and your mission may not be here, there is a chance given that may just sway you." She pauses for a moment to sip her tea, "You see while you feel your fate is to go and tackle the monster that destroyed your world and ruled your life, I believe that fate may be giving you another opportunity."

Hearing this Harry sighs in defeat, his hands slip from his temples into his hair, his muscles stress themselves taut. He slowly raises his head, eyes flat in resignation, "What do I need to do, what could I possibly sacrifice now to complete fate's mission? Was it not enough putting me against a monster when I was only a child? Was it not enough to be the last of my world?!" Harry's voice started to crack as the realization that he couldn't save anyone started to chip at the hope that bloomed in his heart when he found himself at the grassy Stonehenge.

Eyes softening the Ancient One gives him a fortifying look, "You feel that way because of your previous mission and what you sacrificed to get there. Now though you are in a new world, with endless possibilities, you may feel that your journey was close to being over but this is a chance. A chance for a fresh start. A new journey with new people and an opportunity to save not only your friends but your entire world. Unfortunately you are correct that there will be a sacrifice. At the end of this journey, when you save your world, you cannot remain. You will have to leave them to return here."

As she spoke, Harry was slightly taken by the fact that he could move on but when she mentioned he might still be able to save his family his hope gushed. Saying he couldn't remain did little to remove the hope blooming in him. So what if he couldn't remain with his family, at least they would be safe, at least they would be alive. "What do I need to do?"

Her smile widened again "That's the beauty of it, there is nothing you need to do. This world is coming up on a time in which it will need defenders. You just need to be who you always are and the ability to save your home will come to you in time."

Harry took a deep breath, gave a slight smile to her, his shoulders relaxed and his posture slumped into something more comfortable. She then decided to move on from the heavy topics and asked about him. Harry thought for a moment about saying something sarcastic about the necklace she used but remembered he hadn't talked to anyone in years.

So he talked, he told stories of his first foray into the world of magic, of goblins and giants. Harry talked of Hogwarts and his friends. He told her about his adventures and quest. The wonder he would still sometimes feel when he found something new or interesting about magic. She would interject with her own stories, the adventures and enemies she faced. Most importantly she would speak of the magic in this new world. How it worked and how it was used in defense of Earth.

As they were finishing off yet another teapot, Harry looked up at her, "You know I forgot to ask but what is your name?"

Taken aback, she smiled and let out a quick and high laugh, "You know in all of our conversations, you've never asked me that."

He raised his eyebrow, "Wow I didn't think it had been that long since I talked to someone." The grin on his face took away any awkwardness that statement might have held.

She chuckled once more "Well as I told you, my people call me Ancient One." His lip quirked up with a smile in response and his eyebrow edged up once again, "It's been many years since I've used my name, but you may call me Yao. It wasn't the name I was born with, but the name given to me by my Master."

"It's nice to meet you Yao, my name is Harry Potter."