A/N: If I owned Avengers or Harry Potter, would I be posting this on FFnet? No. I am still betaless, and if either of the guys I asked replies, I'll edit the chapter(s). See bottom for full AN.

The Avengers were in a bit of a pickle. The power in Iron Man's suit was dropping, not very fast, but enough that the Chitauri noticed and took advantage of it. Captain America was fighting 3 Chitauri and had more coming up on his tail. His lack of no weapons but brute strength and no armor except his shield was proving to make the fight harder.

Black Widow battled for control over one of the major hovercrafts, and with Hawkeye watching her back and taking out strays, she was doing well but his concentration was strained.

The Hulk was taking out Chitauri left and right, but they were ganging up on him, and soon he was swamped, and had a couple Battle-Drykes bearing down on him.

Thor was flying around the mouth of the portal, smiting and hammering Chitauri as they fell out, trying to figure out a way to close or at least minimize it.

All in all, the Avengers were in trouble. Not much right now, but all knew that that if things continued the way they had, they knew they'd lose in time.

Suddenly, the statues in the streets came to life, pummeling Chitauri, the War memorials going at them with guns and cannons. Atlas was spearing them with pieces of his Earth, direct hits every time. The animals from Central Park and the lions from the Library (1) came and found out that Chitauri taste like chicken. But the greatest blow of all was Lady Liberty swinging around her flame in one hand, torching warriors, and a minimized Cleopatra's Needle in the other, bashing Battle-Drykes over the head, and knocking them out of the sky.

Power was returned to Iron Man's damaged suit, and the portal narrowed, stopping more Chitauris from coming through, and the others from retreating.

All looked for whoever had animated the City's décor and dealt the Chitauris such a blow.

A young man, appearing barely 20 years old, dressed in leathery robes flew down from a great height. Covered in blood and bruises, the kid looked like he'd been through a war or two. Green eyes hid behind shoulder-length raven-black hair. His armor was very thick, and looked like leather. It was mostly silver and gold, with touches of red, green, black and bronze.

At first sight they thought he was Loki. He definitely looked like him, the hair, and the face. But then they saw the posture, the expression, and the eyes. His were a glowing emerald, nothing like Loki's current ice blue. Even though the God of Mischief could change his appearance, these eyes held pain, and suffering. Loss too was present but so was hope, and stubbornness. A determination to see things through until all was right. No, that wasn't Loki.

"Excuse me, but who are you?" Steve asked.

"My name's not important. All you need to know is that I'm on your side, against the real enemy." "Holy hell, kid, what happened to you?" Tony had caught sight of the damage on the Warrior's body.

"Nothing I haven't had before. And don't call me kid. Now where's the Tessaract?"

"Hold on, we aren't going to just let you have free range at the Tessaract when we don't even know your name!" Natasha and Clint had hurried over, the Hulk close behind, when they'd seen the strange figure near Thor, Tony and Steve.

"Fine, fine. You can call me Harry Potter. Acquaintance of Nick Fury, freelance Superhero, consulting scientist and Demi-God." They all stared at him, dumbfounded, gobsmacked, and flabbergasted.

"Now, are you going to tell me where that blasted cube is, so I can close the damn portal or are you just going to gape at me like a bunch of stupid pigs?"

"Stark Tower, penthouse balcony." Said Steve, snapping out of his trance.

"Thanks, Capitano.(2) Either meet me there, or miss the show. Stark, I'll need your help."

Suddenly Harry sped upwards and headed east.

"Well, I'm going after him. Anyone want a ride?" Tony grabbed Steve and Natasha, and flew after Harry, Thor following close behind with Mjolnir. The Hulk jumps straight up, landing on a rooftop and going from roof to roof, headed for Stark Tower. "Oh yeah, leave me to make my own sweet time." Clint grumbled, quickly firing a grappling arrow at the tallest building in range, and made his way to the top, firing more arrows in the same fashion, making his way to the Tower.

When Harry got to the balcony, he saw the Tessaract in its contraption, an unconscious with a broken leg, and the Scepter almost falling off the edge. "What the hell have you gotten yourself into this time, Dad?"

He grabbed up the Scepter and tried to penetrate the force field around the glowing blue cube. He failed. When Tony showed up, he called out, "Hey Tony, can you shut off your tower's power? Or at least divert it from this floor?" "Can do, gimme a mo!" Tony darted inside to the nearest intact computer terminal, fingers flying. "Hurry up! I can't hold this thing much longer!" "One more –second- Done!"

At the exact second that Tony cut the power, Harry thrust his magic into the scepter and the scepter into the force field, seeking vulnerability in the split second after Tony cut the power and before the Tessaract could produce its own. The Scepter broke through, piercing the Tessaract right through the center. The resounding shock wave knocked everybody, inside and out, off their feet, and Dr. Selvig almost fell off the tower. It seemed that the Chitauri needed an open link to their home world, as those who had survived the effigy attack fell out of the sky, dead.

After retrieving Dr. Selvig from the ledge of the roof, they headed inside to where the rest of the Avengers were crowded around Loki, lying in the floor. Yes, in the floor. He had insulted am angry Hulk, and, well…

"Ah, there he is! I was wondering why he wasn't in the heat of the battle!"

Harry had spotted Loki.

A/N: Please tell me if this is OOC, or if I messed up some fact, or anything's off. Constructive criticism will be appreciated, and flames will be saved up to use at the Ann. Family bonfire & roast marshmallows. Like what I did with the statues? Yeah, I know, I stole the idea from PJ&tO tLO, but my dad gave me the idea, so blame him.

(1) I've never been to NYC, so I'm just guessing and going by stuff I've read.

(2) I meant to spell it like that. It's Italian. French was just a bit mainstream.