Magic's Knight

Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter (J.K Rowling does) or Marvel (Marvel does) and am not making monetary profit from this.

Prologue

It was against the ancient of laws and decreed in the beginning of beginnings that messing with another being's stuff was off limits. This included but was not limited to relics, lifeforms, etc. It was written in sprawling paragraphs. Scrawled on magical walls. Left as sticky notes at the meetings of the simplest sentient beings to the strongest entities of the dimensions; don't touch what's mine.

So after five years of watching a soul reeking of death live on an earth belonging to Magic, he was understandably upset. That earth was particularly special. It was the only one in the cosmos with a large population of magic users. It was his. The campaign for its existence had been long and hard with several underhanded deals and promises.

Order's insistence that their population be limited.

Infinity's need for it to only have one sun.

Chaos's demand that they accessed their power through twigs. Twigs. Of all things. Dumb, little, wooden pieces of nothing.

Overall, he was able to make it work so Magic had shut his mouth and agreed. Things had been smooth. Everyone was happy and he was happy. But lately a power play was being made. The cosmos were shifting and he felt the need for an army for the coming storm. So a little nudge there, a little push here, and so what if he was breaking the rules. The other beings didn't notice. The recycling of souls from his Earth was enabling him to keep the ones that were magical for himself. No one noticed except for Death.

The pair had butted heads for eons due to their very nature. Death was inevitable but many used Magic's own power to extend their lifespan; it caused a rather bitter rivalry. When Death had found out that he was keeping more souls from her than he should've she had been remarkably calm. She only asked for one soul to call her own as her request to keep quiet.

Magic had shrugged and agreed. After all, what was one soul.

Now, Magic stared down in contempt at the soul she had chosen. It wouldn't stand. He was the embodiment of magic. A primal force. Death could go and whine all she wanted. He would not put up with it. Especially with one, he scoffed, she had titled Master of Death. He smirked, after all, they hadn't specified a certain amount of time the soul had to be on Earth.

Magic flexed his metaphorical muscles and his power rippled through the dimension. A slight poke was all it took to bypass Fate's desire and Harry James Potter dying a premature death.

Harry opened his eyes only to find himself chained to the floor of a throne room. The room itself was blindingly white except for the black-suited person sitting haphazardly on the throne.

The being, obviously male, folded his hands behind his head and leaned back, "You're dead." he informed him matter-of-factly.

Harry blinked, "What."

The being shrugged. "Sorry."

Harry shook his head, as his life suddenly flashed before his eyes. "My friends-."

Interrupting him, the being held up a finger to his mouth and Harry found that his voice had gone. "Shhhhh now," the being crooned, "They'll be okay."

Harry shook his head violently and as if it could read his thoughts the being continued. "Honestly. In fact, they'll be better off without you." It ended sinisterly.

Harry stopped trying to talk as he looked up wide-eyed; and not the least confused. The being suddenly smirked as it stood up. "Oh yes. Harry Potter. The Chosen One. Your life's been quite tragic since the end of the war hasn't it? It's quite hard to forget. All those sleepless nights. The job of a hit-wizard to keep sane. Lost girlfriend."

The being tsked as they pulled a pad of paper out of thin air. Seeing Harry resuming his efforts to talk the being waved his hand.

"Listen. I don't know who you are but you should bugger-" Harry stopped once again mid-sentence as his voice disappeared.

The sinister quality of the being came back. "Oh you insignificant bug. I am Magic! Your ruler! Your god!"

Not knowing how to respond and still rather upset, Harry gave Magic the bird.

Magic frowned, "Well that was rude." He gestured with his own hand and a swirling portal opened behind Harry. Another gesture and the chains disappeared.

Harry tried to bolt, his mind had started believing this was a dream, still, no one likes to be thrust into a whirlpool of black, even in a dream. Magic shook his head and grabbed Harry's arms.

"Nope. Not today. You puny soul. Now stand still." Harry's body immediately stiffened against his own accord and his mind drifted as Magic snapped his fingers in front of his face. A feeling of euphoria came over Harry even has his life's memories slipped away.

Staring at the now blank-faced human Magic couldn't help but smirk. He pushed the now memory-free and body-free spirit closer to the portal. Another strong push and the spirit, now a ball of white energy, was sucked away into the void. Magic smiled happily as the portal closed, there was nothing like solving an annoying problem.

The void was well, the void. As cliché as it sounds, it was dark. Cold. But it wasn't nothing. To those who've been there it could be described as an ocean. Currents pushed and pulled and monsters dwelled throughout. The soul, formerly one of Harry Potter, drifted. Time was irrelevant but as it followed eddies it eventually neared a bright glowing dimension of light.

A single glowing lady appeared with a frown. Her eyes blinked contemplatively before she reached and cradled the soul. She pulled the soul gently into the dimension and over a world called Asgard.

The woman was going to die. Despite her rich nobility, it was inevitable, she was going to die in childbirth. The first child to be born was given the name Sif and handed from a sweating mid-wife who handed the babe to an angry-looking father who passed it off to a nurse. The second child to be birthed was a stillborn. The father, upon seeing it was a boy, wailed. Suddenly a bright light flashed and the babe took its first breath. Rejoicing from the miracle, the father shouted triumphantly as he handed the boy back to his mother. She smiled happily amid labored breathing as her husband hugged her.

"Ares. His name shall be Ares."

A/N: It was short but this has been an idea on my mind for a while. Hope you enjoyed! Please R&R!

~ Dave P.