An: Having read and disliked Cursed Child, I won't be following that as canon, I'll also ignore the HarryGinny that was in the epilogue but I'll let HermioneRon happen.

*** Final battle, Voldy vs Harry, Hogwarts

After Voldy's horcrux was removed from Harry's head, a large part of Harry's power had been freed and Harry became seven times as strong, giving him the power to take on Voldemort head on.

Voldemort sneered at Harry, raising his wand elegantly, "Ready to die, Potter."

Harry didn't respond verbally instead sending several overpowered explosion hexes at Voldemort, using his newly gained power to it's maximum potential, forcing Voldemort to weave around them expertly and pull up a strong shield to block the last one.

With only the slightest look of surprise, Voldemort sent back a volley of dark hexes zooming at Harry with just the flick of his wrist.

Harry brandished his wand heavily, putting up hugely overpowered shields and clumsily managing to dodge most of the spells, only getting hit with a skin-rotting spell on his left arm.

Harry gritted his teeth as Voldemort sent more and more jets of black light at him without seeming to break a sweat.

Harry countered with his own basic to intermediate counters to dark magic that he had picked up while training for the DA.

Harry finally, in desperation, let out a burst of his magic, inadvertently using elemental magic to create a majestic stream of fire that hurled itself at Voldemort.

Voldemort was frozen in place for a second before responding in kind, with elemental magic of his own, a far more structured basilisk created out of water erupted from Voldy's wand, wrapping itself around the fire and turning into smoke and continuing to attack Harry.

Harry, not stopping to wonder how or what exactly he had done sent back another jet of fire but that barely seemed to stop the huge smoke-snake, which rushed at Harry, knocking him far back into the wall, and leaving him defenseless for the many spells that Voldy followed up with, a collection of dark cutting curses that tore into Harry's flesh relentlessly.

Voldy walked up to Harry slowly and pointed the Elder wand at Harry's forehead at point blank range.

"You fought well Potter, you should have joined me when you had the chance." Voldemort seemed almost regretful before a mocking grin found it's way onto his face.

"Die now, AVADE KEDAVRA!"

The Elder Wand glowed green for a second before a jet shot out of the back, betraying it's wielder and refusing to kill it's true master.

Voldemort fell backwards, dead for good.

The wand fell into Harry's own hand, giving him power to stand up despite bleeding profusely.

The survivors of the battle looked on in disbelief as Harry stood over the body of Voldemort, holding a wand in either hand, cutting quite an imposing figure, enhanced by the sun rising behind him.

"Surrender now, Death Eaters." Harry said hoarsely, holding up both wands, looking ready to take out an army despite the huge gashes across his chest, arms and legs.

The cowards that they were, all the death eaters who weren't severely injured, captures or dead apparated away through the broken wards of Hogwarts.

Having his eyes truly opened to how little magic he knew and knowing that the battle wasn't over, Harry threw himself into his studies and his work, attending his seventh year of school with an elated Hermione and a very reluctant Ron.

Over the next few years, Harry attained his mastery in Defense and Warding, becoming proficient with all fields of magic and finally becoming a trainee auror at the age of 22, completing the trainee course in the normal 4 months, despite already having the strength and knowledge to beat the strongest that the aurors had.

Within 2 years of being an auror, he had been promoted to Head Auror.

Within 5 years, he had been recognized as the best auror worldwide, having helped over 20 ministries across the globe and adding another minor Dark Lord, several drug lords and multiple Wizarding mob bosses under his belt.

*** Shield HQ, classified location

Nick Fury sighed as he closed the folder simply titled "The Avengers Initiative" on his computer.

He hoped it would work but with all the craziness going on, you couldn't blame him for wanting more guns, or in this case, wands.

Nick put on his game face and cracked his knuckles, leaning back in his chair and waiting for the next meeting which would be in approximately…"

Nick waited for the knock on the door but instead heard a soft pop behind him.

Nick spun around, his handgun already aiming at the man leaning on the wall behind him.

The man smiled, he was relatively average height, maybe a bit shorter, quite thin, with untidy black hair, and bags under his startlingly piercing green eyes.

"Director Fury." The man acknowledged, inclining his head, but never leaving Fury with his eyes.

"Head Auror Potter, you are a difficult man to get a hold of." Fury responded in kind, leaving a silence between the two extremely dangerous men.

Harry broke the silence, "Do you have a coffee machine?"

Fury pressed a button and an agent walked in with two cups of coffee.

"So, what do you guys need, Kingsley said something about an interplanetary war and a power source that could match the elder wand." Harry raised his hands to make air-quotes.

Fury was on guard immediately, "What is the Elder Wand." He said dangerously.

"The greatest wand ever to be made, said to be one of the deathly hallows, it is said that it can be wielded only by the master of death." Harry said, casually drawing the wand in question out of his right holster and absentmindedly spinning it between his fingers.

"Who has the Elder wand." Fury continued, his mind spinning, if there was something that could directly match the tesseract, then the odds would be completely evened.

Harry smiled mysteriously, "Classified."

Fury moved fast putting his revolver to Harry's head, "Don't play games with me, , tell me who has the wand."

Harry smiled mildly, "Don't let appearances fool you." Harry said and suddenly without so much as a word or a flick of the wand that was in his hand, Fury's gun turned into a rubber duck.

Acting like Fury had never threatened him, Harry spoke, "I have been instructed to work with your agents and I'm authorized to call backup from the American and British ministries as required, please have an agent fill me in and assign me whatever it is that you want me to do."

Fury paused for a long second before typing a short message on his computer.

The two men sat in silence till an agent walked through the door.

"You wanted to see me sir? I was just about to go to Stark's place."

"You're with Agent Coulson for the time being, he'll fill you in." Fury said, gesturing for them to leave his office.

*** End of chapter

An: That was the first chapter! It is entirely possible that I won't continue writing this and this is by far the most cluttered thing I have ever written for fanfiction but here it is, and I can't resist posting this.