Disclaimer: Doctor Strange and all associated characters are the property of Marvel Comics/ Marvel Studios. Harry Potter and all associated characters are the property of J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 1

177a Bleecker Street, Greenwich, New York City – The Sanctum Sanctorum

As he frequently did, Doctor Stephen Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme, Master of the Mystic Arts, entered a certain one of the myriad rooms of his residence and shielded his eyes. Though the room was lit solely by candles, when the object housed in this room was released from its case, it would blind the unprepared in a second with the radiance of its light. "Orb of Agamotto, through thy all seeing gaze – reveal to me what afflicts the world, in these such trying days!" The Orb rose from its case and produced a number of spheres of nebulous, coloured light. Each sphere indicated a magical threat to the Earth, the type determined by colour and the size by, well, its size. Stephen knew that Wong disapproved of the enchantment he had placed upon the Orb – altering magical artefacts, especially those created by Agamotto or any of the other Principalities, rankled his faithful servant.

"The artefacts in your keeping should be kept as they are, Master. Though you are the Sorcerer Supreme, what should befall the world if one of your adjustments causes a relic to cease to function?" Wong had of course respected his Master's viewpoint when he shared it: "The Orb sees all magical threats to Earth, Wong. All at the same time. While this is of course useful and powerful, even the mightiest mystic has but one pair of eyes. I cannot take the time to watch each threat, for any delay in countering a threat may lead it to grow in severity."

:Putting his memories aside for the time being, Stephen walked to the centre of the room and regarded the Orb's half dozen "search results" - ALERT: THE FORCES OF REICH 666 ARE ATTACKING THE NEXUS OF ALL REALITIES. ALERT: SVARTALF PRESENCE IN WAKANDA. ALERT: THE COVENANT IS MEETING IN 12 DAYS. ALERT: NECROMANCY IS BEING PERFORMED IN CANADA. ALERT: THE MIRROR OF LEWIS CARROLL HAS BEEN FRACTURED. ALERT: A HALF-WRAITH IS OBTAINING THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE. It was the last result that gave the Sorcerer Supreme concern. The Man-Thing, Black Panther, and the magical members of Alpha Flight; Shaman, Snowbird and Talisman, could handle the threats to their regions of activity easily enough, the Covenant was merely a revisit of the terms binding the eternal war between Heaven and Hell, and the Mirrorverse of Wonderland would quickly seal itself off, the reflection of damage to the mirror in this reality being repair to it in Wonderland.

The Orb indicated that the Philosopher's Stone was in the highlands of Scotland.

Hurrying to a chair, Stephen calmed his mind enough to project his astral self. He had never been to Scotland, and would need to see it before he could use his sling ring to travel there. Thus, astral projection, by which he could travel at the speed of thought, was required. He could survey the entire area surrounding the threat in a fraction of a second, and thus determine suitable spells to cast before physically meeting the danger.

- Scene change – Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry -

Following the Orb's magical traces to Scotland, Stephen found the threat was in a castle. An actual medieval castle. And it was inhabited. As his astral body passed (invisibly of course) through the walls, it seemed the castle was mostly populated by children! What was this place? His question was answered when he saw a severe looking woman call out to a boy who looked about 12, who was levitating another child's bag, and gave him a detention! This castle was a school, and not only that, a school of magic! Why had the Ancient One never told him of this place?

Putting the query out of his mind for the moment, Stephen finally came upon the source of the Orb's alert. In a room with all the exits sealed off by fire, the Half-Wraith (a man with a serpentine looking face in the back of his head, obviously the possessing spirit) was grappling with a boy! Stephen knew he must stop this. Instantly returning to his physical body, Stephen rose from his seat, raised his hands, and making circular motions with the first two fingers of his left hand, conjured a sparking orange circle in the air. Stepping through, he saw that the two combatants were stunned by his sudden appearance. He knew he must act fast. "By the Mystic Moons of Munnopoor, that bathe the stars in light, by the Icy Talons of Ithkalon, that deliver cold's harsh bite! By the power of dark Satannish, and the might of Oshtur's name, possessing soul I force thee, return to whence thou came!" And screaming as it came, the face on the back of the man's head dissolved into smoke, and left the chamber, as the spell drove it back to its place of origin. Where that was, Stephen did not know. However, the exorcism had proved too great a strain on the "vessel", and he collapsed on the floor, dead. The boy however, merely stared at him and managed to get out the word "Who…" before passing out.

Closing his portal, Stephen's medical training took over. The boy had multiple cuts and scrapes on his arms and face, and a scar on his forehead that had formed in a lightning bolt shape. Checking for broken bones, Stephen was alarmed to discover that the boy was almost painfully thin, suggesting prior malnutrition. Owing to this place's distance from any large residential areas, this was a boarding school, so the boy's condition must predate his attendance. Stephen disliked having to take the next step, but in the absence of medical records he had to be sure.

Stephen settled into the position of Nirvana, and projected his astral form once again. This time however, instead of being a life size translucent copy of his physical body, the projection was only a few inches tall. Stephen braced himself, and then dove into the boy's head and entered his mind. Stephen learned from his search of the boy's memories that his name was Harry Potter, sorted into Gryffindor House (whatever that meant), and that prior to his coming to this school (Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry), he had lived with his aunt, uncle and cousin. They hated him, treated him like a slave, and subjected him to abuse. The boy had slept in a cupboard under the stairs for Hoggoth's sake! And all this because he was a wizard, or as they though of him, a freak. Evidently the boy could not be permitted to return to them. His conscience as a fellow magical practitioner, doctor, and human being could not allow it.

Knowing that young minds were still developing and that an extended presence within them could have negative effects, Stephen left Harry's mind, returned to his body, and waited for someone who was in charge of this place to show up. While most people would have sat on the floor to sit how he was doing, Stephen thought, most people did not possess the Cloak of Levitation. Stephen was sat cross legged, hands on his knees, three feet above the floor. This, he smiled, should be a good impression for whoever turned up.