A NEW LIFE

SUMMARY: Harry is thrown through the veil of death after the death of Voldermot. But instead death sends him to another world that is different from his own. The world with super heroes and villains that would make Voldermot sound funny.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that one belongs to the great J.K Rowling who is kind enough to allow us play in her sand box. Neither do I own the Marvelverse...I do not have that skill to draw or think that much. However the plot is mine and if you find any discrepancies from Canon, this is an AU.

A/N: This idea has been on my mind for sometime and I felt I should get it running so I can concentrate on my other story a bit more. The Harry in my story did not follow Canon though there is a good number of similarities here and there. So expect something different.

Chapter 1: Arrival

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Harry Potter sat down in courtroom number ten smiling at the members of the Wizengamot as he waited for them to give their decision. It wasn't like like there was anything funny about the situation, no... far from it.

About a month or two ago,honestly he was not sure which nor did he care. But some time back he had defeated the most feared Dark lord in Wizard history in what was now known as the greatest duel ever which had made the one between Dumbledore and Grindewald look like a friendly banter. The two war mages had destroyed half of Scotland with Hogwarts,Hogsmead and all the remaining villages destroyed completely at the battle of Hogwarts.

A battle which was the climax of a very destructive war that had taken only four years. After the death of Dumbledore, Voldermot had felt it safe to attack and overthrow the ministry of magic. Of course bhe had succeeded, he was the greatest dark Lord after all. But that was his last walk over victory.

What Voldermot had not been told was that Dumbledore by the time he died was no longer the leader of the light. It was a sixteen year old Harry Potter. The head of the "New Mareauders" a group of fresh young men and women who had devoted their lives to fight Voldermot. These had also devoted their loves to Harry as they saw him prophecy or not as the person capable of leading them to victory against the Dark Lord.

Harry had taken to the role with open arms. He had been trained by his godfather right from his third year as he was introduced to the Potter and Black family magics. He had devoured the family grimiores and had performed all the family rituals in those tomes most of which were outlawed by the ministry. He had learned dark magic from the Blacks as well as Light magic of the Potters and this set him apart from both Dumbledore and Voldermot who only depended on their respective magics.

War veterans like Alastor Moody and many of his colleagues had seen the boy's potential and had readily extended what they could to his training. By the end of six year,he was capable of fighting Dumbledore to a stand still though he was lacking in experience. He had also shared a good amount of his knowledge with many of his friends as well as his best friend Neville Longbottom whom he exchanged with family grimiores.

Therefore during the four years of war, Voldermot had faced continuous resistance from the New Mareauders who unlike Dumbledore were very much willing to kill their enemies. The war had heated up with Harry and Voldermot numerous times withoutthe other having the upper hand. However the war took an interesting turn in its fourth year when during one their duels Voldermot managed to hit Harry with a killing curse with a killing curse. When he went to check however there was no corpse.

He had stopped his attacks for a period of six months waiting for Harry to reappear but there was no Harry. By time he was almost convinced that his nemesis was gone so he decided to storm Hogwarts, the headquarters of the New Mareauders something he would never attempt with Harry around.

Harry for his part was busy for the six months trying to destroy Voldermot's Horcruxes and had left Neville in charge. Therefore when the the dark Lord stormed Hogwarts, Neville engaged him though he was no match for the dark Lord and Harry appeared just in time to witnesses the death of his friend.

Then he snapped. Voldermot didn't know what hit him. He came on the dark Lord like a demon fresh from hell. Every death eater who came in his way was vaporized before he could even say a LUMOS. Voldermot pushed himself to his highest he had ever gone against any opponent. Not even Dumbledore..but still that did not help him survive. The battle between the magic gods took less than five minutes but the destruction was almost three times what was destroyed during all the four years of the war.

The rest of defenders of Hogwarts had converged in the shrieking shack and cast all spells they could think about and by the end of the duel it was the only structure stranding with in a five mile radius. It also helped that Harry had cast a very strong shield on it before he had become entirely engrossed in the duel.

However the celebration of the fall of Voldermot was short lived as the ministry, afraid of what Harry was capable of had captured him while he was still exhausted from the battle and had thrown him in Azkaban for the use of dark magic. He had spent about two months in the prison and after deliberation they had decided that he was too much of a threat and decided that he should be thrown into the veil of death.

Therefore here Harry was seated in courtroom ten as the members pretended to be making a decision though he already knew his fate. It was not like he was excited to die...well he may be given that he gets to see his parents as well as Neville and Sirus who died in the earlier stages of the war. No, he was ready to accept death for very many philosophical reasons...one being that he did not want to become another Dumbledore. A war hero who is looked at whenever something comes up. He had faught his war and right now he wanted to have some piece of mind and his well earned rest, something which he wouldn't bet on that he would have it alive. Well what was a little death between friends...?

Harry was brought from his musings when the minister of magic banged the gavel. Wherever they got it from,he was not planning on finding out.

"Harry Potter, you have been found guilty of using Dark magic and you have been deemed a threat by this august house not only to yourself but to the wizard world as a whole" spoke the minister with a Crystal clear voice that boomed through out the courtroo.

"Therefore,after deliberation, the members of the Wizengamot have decided that Harry James Potter should be thrown through the veil..."this was met with sounds of outrage and loud gasps from those who had faught alongside him but Harry did not even bother to look up, content with enjoying the confort of the chair he was seated at. Not like there was anything confortable about it but it was better than the floor of his cell in Azkaban.

"Do you have any last words you would like to say Mr. Potter?"asked the minister when the crowd had calmed down.

Harry cocked his head to the side as he considered whether to say anything or just keep quiet. But he felt he owed to his allies a few words of encouragement just like any good leader so he stood up as he shrugged off the magical chains that had been holding him to the chair. This elicited some gasps from his audience but he ignored them.

"I am sure you are wondering why am going on with this..."He started,his gaze facing the area his friends were concentrated.

"However,I want you to know that everyone has their time. I may be young but trust me when I say that i have outlived my usefulness. I have faught my war and no one in this world can match me. My presence would be blocking many young wizards and witches from coming up and be their own persons as well as achieving even more without trying to limit themselves with matching me. Therefore allow me to rest and on my own terms alone before a younger wizard comes up and humiliates me" Harry concluded and then sat down again as the chains tied him.

The courtroom was quiet for a minute before all the people in the audience stood up gave Harry a thunderous handclap for about five minutes. With his little speech,he showed that whatever was happen was on his terms and he was willing to go with it which earned him more points even more than his defeat of Voldemort.

Harry was led to the department of mysteries in the room that contained the veil. Before entering however he asked for his moleskin pouch. This held most, if not all of his most favoured possessions. Both the Potter and Black family Grimiores,a shrunken trunk having a good amount of galeons(call him whatever you want but there was no way he was leaving that much money for former death eaters). The moleskin pouch also had his first firebolt,both his wands the Phoenix feather wand as well as the Elder wand he had acquired after defeating Dumbledore in a duel a few months before his death(not that Harry was aware that it was the legendary Elder wand). The pouch also had some kind of ring Dumbledore had given to him at his death bed and last but most important was his father's invisibility cloak.

It wasn't like the people of the ministry knew of these items. And frankly they felt that being eccentric comes with being a war hero just like Dumbledore had been so they easily found the moleskin pouch in question. Harry himself even though he questioned his sanity even he couldn't come to terms with what why he wanted to carry his moleskin pouch but something at the back of his mind just made him feel that this was the right thing to do. He braced himself and summoned whatever Potter courage that had made most of the Potters before him go to Gryffindor and stepped into the veil. The scene looked like like a shot from a movie and Harry inspire of himself cracked a smile before his mind went completely blank. The unspeakables looked on as if expecting something to happen given Potter's history of surviving death but the curtain of the veil fluttered twice before going still.

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Harry woke up..well he became conscious. Everything around him felt wrong...He was surrounded with nothingness if that made any sense at all blithe didn't care about what made sense anymore seeing that he did not have a body. Harry paused when that fact registered...He actually didn't have a body. Ok this was getting weird,I mean what the hell...is this what it meant to be dead..no sense of belonging...just some kind essence. Yes..that was it..an essence. Harry would have congratulated himself for his genius if his attention at that time had not been caught by some light a head of him. Harry ..floated? towards the odd light which looked so out of place in this void but he didn't care about the oddness...well a bit but not entirely. As he approached the shinning beacon...he could make out a humanoid shape where this glow was coming from though for some reason he could not concentrate on where the face was supposed to be.

"Atlast you decided to come Harry Potter..."said a female melodic voice. Something so out of place in this strange place that Harry could feel his jaws gaping...not that he had any.

"Oook uh...nice to meet you?.."Harry replied unsure of how to start a conversation with whatever this was.

The being laughed. A twinkling sound which made Harry shiver a bit despite not having a body.

"Don't sound so lost master..it doesn't suit you at all"said the being its voice dripping with sarcasm.

Ok this was getting weird...and Harry didn't like weird...well other than Luna of course but that was a different case.

"Ah where I come from we normally begin conversations with introduction...I am Harry Potter.."and Harry made an imitation of a bow in his form.

"Of course..and I would be Death...master.."answered Death.

Harry nodded...realy he did not have to understand any of this and if only Sirus or Neville had been put on the welcoming committee,he would have appreciated whoever was in charge here.

"Dont worry you don't need to understand anything.."said Death as if reading his thoughts..."no I am not reading your thoughts...you are simply broadcasting them for me.."

Harry would have pulled out all his previous hair by now..and to make it was this Death..person was clearly enjoying his frustration.

"Anyway, I believe some explanations are in order. When you joined the Deathly hollows..the cloak..the stone and the Elder wand..."started Death.

"Whoah wait a minute...are you sure you are talking to right person...and what has a bed time story have anything to do with this..."asked Harry though he had his suspicion on what the conversation was about.

Death raised her had and three items flew out of the Moleskin pouch which Harry had not seen before. The wand he won from Dumbledore, the ring he was given by Dumbledore and his father's invisibility cloak that he got from Dumbledore. Harry was now seething... even in death Dumbledore was still meddling in his life and he was not happy with where this conversation was most likely heading...

"So...is this the part where you tell me that I can not die and I must go back and never age...?"asked Harry with resignation in his voice.

Death smiled in the shadows." I see you have finally come to realize what is happening and no you ate not going back..unless it's what you want. You have two options and decision is in your hands.."

"I am listening.."Harry said simply...whatever happened he was resigned to it...It was not like he ever had a choice in his life all because of some snivelling old piece of hippogrif shit that thought that the world must go by his plans all the time.

"Oh stop that...it's not like you at all..."said Death with a bit of venom.

"The first option is die but become my grim reaper and do my duties of collecting souls...and the second option is for me to send you to a another universe that is different from your own and you live your life.."

Harry should have known that he indeed had no option. As fun as collecting souls of the dead..He did not see himself as a servant. He was his own man and a leader and if anything were to happen he would rather start afresh in this new world.

"I see you have made your decision..."said Death."however be fore you go I have something I need from you..."

"Of course you remain with your little trinkets. ."

Death gaped..here was a man in possession of the most powerful artefacts ever made by any being and he was simply handing them back. She should have known but it still warmed her heart.

With a shake of the head Death answered"no that's not what I want..you mastered the Hallows and they belong to you..I will however retain the resurrection stone and fuse the other two with in your body. Wandlees magic will be natural to you just like when using a wand albiet more powerful given that this is the Elder wand we are talking about." Death paused for moment.

"The invisibility cloak will give you you perfect invisibility even from me. You will be able to activate it by a thought and no kind of detection will be able to detect you unless you want them to. In this new world...there are no wizards of your kind but there are magic users..both good and evil. You will make new friends and it will be up to you to decide whether to be a hero or a civilian." Death said this knowing very well that this was of course assured.

Harry took a moment to consider this very well..the offer was too good for him and he wondered what the catch was...though whatever it was...his decision had already been made. So he asked the question that he had wanted to ask the moment he was told about this universe.

"Are there any of my friends in this universe or any one that I know..?"

Death was quiet for a moment and Harry thought she was not going to answer but when he was almost about to give up...the being answered...

"There may be people you recognise from your home universe but they will not be the same person and you will do well to make a new impression about them and not basing on your home universe."

Harry nodded at that..or he did an impression of nodding. He had thought as much and he planned to do exactly that. So he gave a nod at Death to show he was ready.

As the glow started dimming and the form of Death started disappearing,"remember I am just a call away master.." He heard but he did not bother to answer..He was feeling pain like never before. It was was like he had been hit with ten CRUCIOs at the same time. He could feel his essence being torn apart and reshaped to match this new universe. After what felt like hours...the pain stopped and he felt himself drop to the ground completely naked. He unconsciously conjured a pair of jeans and a t-shirt his body still twitching from the pain and after that he felt like his core was completely depleted.

His brain was on fire and his body felt like he had fire whiskey running in his veins instead of blood. He summoned his Moleskin pouch and was happy to note that Death had allowed him to come with it. His memories of his home universe were now at the back of his mind like an echoe though if he concentrated he could acces them easily. He would have cast a numbing charm on his body but he decided to leave his magic to work y itself to put his body in shape. And the little pain helped in clearing his mind.

He looked around and saw that he was in a desert though he had no idea which part of the world the desert was located. Hell..He had no idea of the geography of this new world. He needed to get a newspaper and he was not insane to think he would find one in this desert. Well he was insane but not THAT insane. Before he could continue with his debate concerning his state of mind,he heard a humming sound and shakily got to his feet. He saw what he presumed was an air craft landing not very far from him with some kind of red and gold human sizes robot landing on its side.

Harry wondered wether his arrival had somehow alerted some people though with the kind of aircraft before him,he assumed that these people were likely more advanced in technology compared to home universe. And given the fact that he was the only one present around here unless of course he was standing on an underground military base,then there was no doubt he was the one they had come to retrieve.

The doors of the ...plane...opened and two military looking figures stepped out. One was very tough looking and looked to be more of a villain than a superhero. He saw some kind of insignia when they came nearer with the words SHIELD. The second person was far more interesting. It was a woman who was wearing a skin tight black uniform which greatly hugged her body. It accentuated her curves which were well developed. Harry could see her prominent bust which was clearly advertised by her uniform. She had a heart shaped face with high cheekbones and red pouty lips which begged to be kissed and above all she was a redhead. A fact that stood out to any Potter and Harry was no exception.

The two SHIELD agents advanced on Harry guns raised with the Gryffindor robot flying a few inches from the ground.

"Turn around and put your hands on the pavement..." stated to robot.

Harry raised an eyebrow at that and the two agents looked at the robot with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah I know its lame but I have always wanted to try it...those cops in the movies make it sound so awesome"the robot answered with a shrug and Harry was beginning to think that there was more to it than just it being a robot.

The redhead rolled her eyes and said "please ignore Ironman here..I am Black Widow and this is Hawkeye and we work for SHIELD" she said I dictating the man who had not said anything other than pointing his gun at Harry as if he expected him to disappear any minute.

"We saw you appearing out some kind of portal and we would like you to accompany us so that we may get to understand what is happening."

Of course Harry knew that he wasn't being given an option. But that did not mean that he didn't have an option. He could simply flash from from there and they would continue chasing after him. He could become invisible and simply walk away from them but they would still continue to look for him. On the other hand he could go with these people and get some answers and shelter as well as some food. And now that he thought about it, he was really hungry and it wasn't like he could not escape whenever he wanted. Do after a few seconds of deliberation he gave the redhead a smile that would have made any Potter proud and put his hands together.

"Of course my lady"

The agents looked at Harry like he was mad and it was the Ironman who voiced their thoughts..

"Wait...you are going just like that?..no arguing or a fight.."

Harry looked at the man called Ironman incredulously and answered.

"I don't know about you but if this beautiful lady here was escorting me to be executed I would go willingly."

"Eh now that you talk about it..."

The lady in question just rolled her eyes and put the cuffs in Harry and spoke to a communicator in her ear.

"Director...we have the subject in custody and we shall be heading to headquarters.."

Harry rose an eyebrow at being referred to as subject but followed the two agents to the plane with Ironman coming from behind complaining about not getting any chance to fight.

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Nicholas Joseph Fury otherwise known as Nick was a no nonsense man and this came with the responsibility of being the director of an organization dedicated to protecting people who did not want to be protected. Fury prided himself in being in control and if anything tried to come between him and his being in control it had to be dealt with as fast as possible. There were very few things which could disrupt his control and the most prominent being the unknown.

One of such things was the incident which had just happened in Afghanistan. One moment the desert was empty and another moment he was being told that a portal was being opened. Thankfully...Tony Stark, Natasha and Clint had been coming from ransacting the place where the egostic billionaire had been held captive and were still in vicinity. He loathed to think what would have happened if he had not been able to reach this person in time before others.

Thankfully his agents had reached the person in question I time and had apprehended him without any difficulty. This seemed fishy to Nick but he would have to find out soon enough. Of course he was not being paranoid...not at all despite how much everyone called him a paranoid old dog. Of course you can't run an organization like SHIELD without some little paranoia but how much Fury applied was a matter of debate. And his paranoia wasn't helped by the rising number of super powered individuals popping up everywhere. And let's not talk about mutants..that was one of the most sore subjects in Fury's life. They were too independent and most of them thought themselves better than the rest of the humans,going to the extent of calling themselves Home-superior.

Nick was brought back to the here and now by a knock on his door.

"Come in.."

Natasha entered and when Fury nodded for her to speak she said.

"Sir we brought the man and he has been taken to the interrogation room by Hawkeye and Ironman"

"Thank you...have you found out anything from him."asked Fury

Natasha shook her head.."no Sir..nothing of importance other than his love for all redheads in the world being a family disorder."said Natasha with a roll of the eyes.

Fury lifted an eyebrow at that but did not say anything. He stood up and asked the redhead to lead the way to the interrogation room so he may get some answers.

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The ride to this place wherever it was had been a godsend for Harry. He had been able to get his head in order and his body had stopped hurting. His magic had been to work and now he was capable of standing without wanting to throw up and he could also shake his head vigorously without crying out.

He had been able to find out during the ride that his three fellow passengers were part of a group called Avengers who worked under a secret spy organization called shield. Robinhood..er. ...Hawkeye and Black Widow were permanent employees while the head of Gryffindor house was temporary and was only called in during serious missions. Harry wondered how retrieving someone like him was a serious mission but he just shrugged. He was quite important after all. Atleast in his home universe. Then again they had probably been coming from another mission and they met with him on the way.

Harry didn't care and he didn't bother to find out. He had spent most of the time flirting with the redhead but he had yet to get a blush from her and his efforts had not been rewarded by the time they reached their destination.

They landed on some kind of giant ship which was the SHIELD headquarters and he was led to some kind of room with single table and two chairs. He was put in the one which was facing a mirror of all things but he knew that this mirror was anything but. Probably used to observe the person in the room. His hands were cuffed from behind the chair and he just looked on knowing he could get rid of them as easily as breathing.

After he was deposited,the two SHIELD agents left Harry and the woman left while the man stationed himself at the door. Harry assumed that he would be meeting whoever was in charge any minute now and he therefore prepared himself to fish for answers and he was ready to use leglimecy if necessary much as he despised it.

After about ten minutes Black Widow returned with a man whose presence screamed authority. He was a black man with an eye patch over one eye and the only eye that was seeing was looking at Harry with no small amount of suspicion. He reminded Harry so much of Moody that he had a hard time trying to stop himself from barking Constant Vigilance.

The gentleman if he could be called that sat across Harry with militaristic precision while two other SHIELD agents stood behind him. He looked down at Harry who met his gaze square without blinking. He wondered when Fury would realise that he had all the time in the world and it would be up to him to break the silence. However Fury proved his genius when he grunted having come to this conclusion earlier than Harry had expected.

"Who are you and where did you come from?"demanded Fury with a growl.

Harry smiled,he realy couldn't help himself. The feeling of being the one with the information was so nice...now he understood how Dumbledore used to feel. Harry for his part felt it was important for the team to share any kind of information by the team leader and he had never enjoyed the feeling. However right now...He just couldn't resist. He decided to take a page from Dumbledore's book...maybe he should just take the whole book.

With eyes twinkling he gave his best imitation at a grandfather smile and said" ah... but my boy..you wouldn't believe me even if I told you.."

Nick Fury glared at him and Harry was sure that if looks could kill, he would currently be having a reunion with Death. Natasha surpressed a smile from where she was standing. She liked it when someone frustrated Fury...one of the reasons why she liked it when Stark came to the Helicarrier.

Fury growled at Harry. "You would do well to realise the situation you are in and answer any questions being asked.."

"Would you believe me if I told you that I have amnesia?"Harry asked with all the seriousness he could master.

Fury looked at him to show that he wouldn'tbelieve and that he wasn't even being funny. Harry nodded as if the world's greatest problem had been solved.

"I guessed as much..."

"However..."said Harry before Fury could say anything "I suggest that we play a game of five questions. Atleast we shall be able to get answers from each other.."

Fury gave Harry a glare and the fact that it was from one eye didn't reduce the effect at all. This ...man was frustrating him. He looked not more than twenty though his eyes spoke a different story. They were eyes of a veteran, eyes which had witnessed things not meant for anyone to see. Despite the jolly care free demeanour the young man was putting on, Nick was not lost on the fact that there was something dark lurking behind those emerald orbs.

"Fine.."Nick growled surprising everyone in the room including himself.

Harry gave him a winning smile and indicated for him to go first.

"Who are you.."

"Harry James Potter. Why did you bring me here?"

Nick paused a moment. He didn't know what to answer but gave one not very far from the truth..

"To see whether you are a threat or not. Where did you come from."

Harry's smile increased at that,this was too easy.

"England. Who are you.."

"Nicholas Joseph Fury, Director of SHIELD. How did you get here"

"I fell. Are you going to hold me prisoner." Harry knew he would escape but he was well out of questions and he could work out the rest on his own.

"No. What do you mean you fell?"

"I was walking and I tripped on my feet and fell. Then I woke up in that desert. When will I be free to go."Harry knew that was the weakest story he could come up but hey.. He wasn't popular because of his imagination composition.

"Well we feel that it is you have super powers?"

"Not that I know of." Harry answered and thought of his next question and when he opened his mouth to speak he instead asked"can I have something to eat?"

Fury looked at him for a minute and he was about to deny him but his cell phone rang and when he saw who was calling he excused himself. "Agent Romanov..find something to eat..we shall continue this conversation in a minute. And with that he swept out of the room.

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Charles Francis Xavier founder of the Xmen and headmaster of Xavier institute for the gifted had sensed the appearance of a new mutant. After using Cerebro he had managed to found the person moving untill he settled at the SHIELD headquarters. He wondered what Nick Fury wanted with the mutant but he would be finding out soon enough. He had contacted the retired soldier and had made an appointment to talk to this mutant and see what he had to offer.

He looked through the viewing mirror to the interrogation room at the young man with messy black hair and emerald green eyes that had a hint of glow. The young man looked like he didn't care about what was going on around him as he was giving Natasha a look of love sick puppy.

"You said he appeared out of some portal?"Charles asked Fury who was standing next to him.

"Yeah... his name he says is Harry Potter but other than that I haven't got any information from him yet."answered Fury in a gruff voice.

"I see..well me and Logan here will talk to him and see what we can find out" Charles answered as he wheeled his chair inside the intorogation room.

Harry paused his gazing at Natasha when some bald man wheeled himself inside the interrogation room. What was with these people and bald heads. Behind baldy was a heavily muscled hairy man walking stiffly behind him. The man looked like he was very uncomfortable in the suit he was wearing and Harry could not blame. Any man used to fighting would be uncomfortable in a formal looking suit and he wondered what Mr Iron Monkey had done to deserve this kind of punishment.

" ...it's nice to meet you. My name is Charles Xavier and my companion here is Logan otherwise known as Wolverine"Charles said as a way of opening the conversation.

Harry inclined his head in acknowledgment but didn't say anything allowing Xavier to proceed.

"I am the headmaster of a school of mutants and also lead a group known as the Xmen. We provide help to those like us who have mutant powers and we help train them in how to use their powers."

Harry rose an eyebrow at that and carefully said." That is well and good but what has this got anything to do with me?"

"When you arrived, I picked up your mutant signature through Cerebro..a machine that helps me in detecting any mutants when their powers manifest.."explained Xavier.

"Wait...are you implying that I am a mutant.."Harry asked incredulously.

"I know you may be horrified at the idea of being different but.."Charles started but was cut off by Harry.

"Whoa not so fast baldy...I am not horrified with being different...not at all, in fact I enjoy it but what the hell is a mutant?"

Xavier exchanged a look with Logan before launching into an explanation.

"A mutant is just like any other person but one whose DNA contains an X gene which makes them to manifest powers. For example myself I am a telepath and each and everyone on my team has their respective powers. "

"I see.."Harry replied with a frown. It would seem that this world was indeed different his own a great deal.

"So you are under the impression that I am a mutant as well.."asked Harry and he wondered whether magic was part of his DNA and he would be considered a mutation.

"That is what we were able to gather,however what kind of powers you have can only be known after I have studied your DNA"replied Charles.

Harry was quiet for a minute thinking of his options but before he could come to a decision Charles spoke up again.

"If it's ok with you you can come with us to the institute so that we can be able to determine what your powers are and how best to use them. As well as accommodation as it seems you have no place to stay."

Harry could see that the man had a point a point as he would need a place to start. He could easily find an old abandoned building and put it under a Fidelius but that would raise questions he was not willing to answer. The fact that he would be able to get more information on this new world was also a bonus.

"Fine what do I have to do"

Charles smiled,this had gone easier than he had expected now all he needed to do was to convince Nick that this was for the best and he would be off.

"You don't have to do anything ,let me just convince the Director and we shall be off.."and with that he wheeled himself out of the room with Logan right behind him.

Harry was left behind wondering whether he had made the best decision. He wasn't one to second guess himself but he was dealing with the unknown right now and he hated the unknown as much as Fury though he didn't know that. However he knew one thing about the unknown. It was always fun and every Potter with an able mind loved the unknown. Harry was no exception and he planned on having fun to the maximum.

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A/N: And we are off. Hope you guys enjoyed this. I will be writing this alongside LONE WOLF so I have not abandoned it. Updates for this story will come once every week unlike LONE WOLF. Any ideas concerning the story are welcome as I have no set plot to follow but I'll try to make it as enjoyable as possible. See you next week with Chapter 2: A Potter's luck.