A DAY'S WORTH

PROLOGUE

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters belong to J K. Rowling.

-ADW-

Potter Cottage, Somewhere in Wales.

October 30th 2163.

The air rippled as the two brooms suddenly changed course and started heading straight towards the ground. Their riders moving in sync, three pairs of identical emerald eyes trained on the small winged ball that even now was increasing speed. The ball suddenly zapped to the left and the brooms moved with it, almost as if they had seen the movement even before it happened.

Harry leaned forward even as the distance between the ball and the ground decreased alarmingly fast. The two riders didn't seem to notice that any second soon they will be impacting the ground. Harry's fingers twitched as he suppressed the urge to do something even as he felt the excitement and thrill that was practically rolling off the two riders.

He watched with baited breath as the distance reduced, the snitch coming almost in contact with the ground, the riders on its tail and and inch from the grass, it suddenly changed course and headed to the left. Like and extension to it, the riders also swerved, their shoes skimming the grass as the race to catch the snitch. It darted up and side by side, they followed and Harry remembered to breath.

"Bloody hell." James, his first born son breathed next to him. "It never gets old does it."

"No." Harry chuckled as he expertly covered the tension he had been feeling. "It's too bad you have gotten very old to experience the thrill anymore."

"Oh look who is talking." James scoffed pointedly looking at his father's flowing grey hair. "You are practically a museum artifact."

"Oh please, you look older than dirt." Harry retorted. "You are a glorified tourist attraction, even your daughter agrees with me."

The woman in question who had been snickering quietly glared at him ignoring her father's betrayed look.

"I would really appreciate it if you didn't drag me into your pissing contest, old men." She stated primly.

James gasped.

"How could you... you ungrateful snake." His daughter just rolled her eyes.

"Well, you are old." Harry told his son patronizingly.

"Well, excuse me you fossil, not all of us are centuries old."

"Yeah." Lillian, James' second born pipped in. "Dad is merely a century and half old only."

Harry chuckled along with the rest of the Potters at James' indignant look. Of the three of Harry's children, James had aged the most and when together, he and Harry looked more like twins than father and son.

"So... you think we should end the game now?" Lily asked trying to distract her brother and from the extremely sensitive topic of old age. It worked like a charm.

"Absolutely not!" James snapped and the others agreed while glaring at the older woman. "We are not leaving this place until one of those two catches the snitch."

Harry laughed as the others got into another argument. He glanced at Albus who was seated at his left who gave him a knowing look but just smiled and shook his head while he turned to watch the children. Harry's second born had taken the fact that he was called Severus on an entirely different level. He he never met the man himself, he took him as a role model and almost everything he did was nearly a mirror of Harry's potions professor.

Except without the bitterness and the greasy hair. That would have been unpleasant.

Albus had decided not to have children and therefore it had fallen on James and Lily to continue the Potter line. James had married Emmanuelle Zabini, the daughter of Blaise and Daphne Greengrass and they had been quite enthusiastic in their bedroom ending up with four sons and one daughter.

Lily married Harry's godson Teddy and ended up with three children, one boy and two girls. With eight grandchildren, harry then got another set and then another and at this point had stopped keeping track. However, he knew each of his descendants by name and every year on Potter holiday, a holiday of three days from 30th October to 1st November dedicated to Harry, all the Potters met at Harry's home for a family gathering.

These three days were Harry's favourite part of the year and he made sure that they were as long as possible. Which was why he was currently holding the snitch in the pocket of his robes while the two seekers, James' fifteen-year-old grandchildren chased illusion that he conjured every few minutes.

Harry blinked when he realized that everyone was suddenly quiet. He glanced at the others to see all the others staring at him. Before he could ask anything, he heard the unmistakable sound of a speeding broom heading directly at him. He looked to see the the two seekers only a few meters infront of him just as his mind registered that the snitch was no longer in his pocket but flapping its wings just on his head.

He yelped and tried to jump out of the way but it was already too late. The teens leaped from their brooms for the snitch just as Harry jumped from his seat and the three collided and fell down in a heap. Harry hurriedly disentangled himself from the heap and stood with as much dignity as he could. The effect was however destroyed when his eyes suddenly bulged and he was forced to spit out the snitch which he had swallowed.

Everyone dissolved into laughter at his expense and Harry had to join them despite himself. Everything was alright with the world.

-ADW-

Sitting before a large fire, Harry enjoyed the cool wind on his face as he thought on how he had ended up here. None of those he had gone with to school or faught with against Tom were still alive except for Luna. Therefore it was only from his family that Harry ever got happiness and was ever glad for it.

Years after he had left his position as Headmaster at Hogwarts, he still sometimes missed the feeling of standing infront of a class and shove as much knowledge as possible into the fresh minds of young wizards and witches.

Harry had left the Auror forces after serving as head of DMLE for no more than two months. He had found that the job wasn't as fun as he had expected, even more boring than Head Auror. So he had withdrawn from the public when people had started demanding he become Minister of magic.

Ginny was flourishing in her career as quidditch star therefore it wasn't exactly easy to 'disappear' like he had wanted until his wife had retired thirty five years after the defeat of Tom. By this point all three of his children had graduated from Hogwarts and were pursuing their respective careers. James following his mother in quidditch, Albus his father in the Auror force and Lily doing her mastery in healing.

Life had been going quite well for the Potters. However, like Harry had learned with time, his luck tended to run out at the unlikeliest times possible.

At the quidditch world cup of 2038, the Potters had made a public appearance in support of James who was currently England's team captain and probably the best Seeker the Wizarding world had ever seen when Harry's luck ran out.

A wannabe Dark Lord had felt that that was the best time to make his debut in the eyes of the English masses. With a group of over a hundred followers, they had attacked the grounds right in the middle of the game.

Things had not gone for them to say the least. Harry had single handedly slaughtered half of them while his family dealt with the rest. The other wizards and witches had done what they knew best; running and shouting uselessly allover the place while the five Potters simply jumped into action.

Unfortunately, Ginny had gotten caught with a killing curse.

After that day, Harry disappeared completely, only keeping in contact with his sons and daughter. He moved around the world researching magic and learning as much as he could. He discovered and rediscovered forgotten magics while mourning his wife.

During his travels, he met Luna and they continued travelling; searching for animals believed to have been lost to time and other things he had never even imagined existed, magic or not.

When he clocked a hundred, Luna convinced him to go back and teach at Hogwarts. Wishing to be close to his grandchildren, Harry agreed and for the next twenty years he taught DADA until the then Headmaster, Neville passed on and Harry took over.

He ran the school until he reached 150 and decided to retire and just spend the rest of his days relaxing and living privately teaching his grandchildren and their children whenever he got the time. He single handedly constructed himself a house on a piece of land he bought in Wales. It was warded in a way that only someone with Potter blood could access it and here it was where he lived his days as he waited for death to come for him.

"You are dozing." A voice stated and Harry looked at his left to see that Luna had joined him. Her hair had stubbornly refused to become grey despite her age.

"I wasn't." Harry replied calmly.

"Sleeping then?"

"No."

"Uhm, meditating?"

"Parhaps."

The two were quiet for a moment as Luna eyed the fire with the same intensity had been using, parhaps trying to see what had caught his attention that much.

"You are going to die." She stated suddenly as she leaned back.

Harry didn't blink.

"I know."

"How do you know?" She cocked her head at him in that innocent way only Luna can pull off despite being a century and a half old.

"I was hopping you had some suggestions."

Luna hummed an unfamiliar tune and Harry waited patiently.

"Parhaps because of the Hollows?"

"I haven't seen any of them ever since I threw away the wand after the battle."

Not even his family invisibility cloak. He had decided to make an Invisibility cloak for every Potter who was born.

"Well you absorbed them."

This time Harry did blink.

"What?"

"What!"

"What do you mean I absorbed them?"

"I mean that you absorbed them." Luna explained with a patience of a teacher teaching a ridiculously dumb child.

"I got that part, I want_"

"Well why did you want me to repeat it then?" Luna interrupted him and Harry sighed.

"Luna, how would I have absorbed the Hollows and not know it?"

"Well, you tell me." Luna answered. "Afterall, it's you the absobee."

Harry chuckled despite himself.

"I just wish that I atleast knew more." Harry said after a moment. "I can almost feel Death waiting for the strike of midnight to take me."

"We wish for many things Harry, especially those that we know we can't get." Luna said philosophically. "I have always wished to be called Lady Luna Lovegood-Potter."

"What!"

"I know." Luna nodded. "It sounds like a mouthful and you get very little input, maybe Luna Lovetter?"

"Uh..."

"Yeah, that doesn't even sound like a lady's name." she hummed in thought. "Parhaps, Luna Povegood. But that makes me sound like a pervert. I was thinking maybe Larry Povegood, or maybe Harry Luna Potterring Jamesgood."

"Luna."

"Yes Harry?"

"Stop."

"Ok."

The pair were quiet for a moment as Harry just watched his best friend, while Luna, her wrinkled face fixed in a frown as she probably continued thinking of the best name she would give herself were she Harry's wife. She slowly turned to look at him, her silvery grey eyes looking at him in a cocktail of love, affection and sadness.

"You were never normal, Harry. "She told him with a smile. "Even in Death, you will never be like the rest of us and there is nothing you can do about it. Goodbye, Harry Potter."

And with those mysterious words, she hopped to her feet and disappeared with simply a flicker of her form, a more comfortable method of teleportation that they had come up with during their travels. Harry stayed in his position as he tried to understand Luna's parting words to no avail.

"Grandpa!" A soft voice brought him out of his musings and he looked at the youngest of his latest batch of grandchildren.

"Nebula, shouldn't you be in bed." He asked the five year old who looked at him with large emerald eyes, blonde hair flying in the cool breeze.

"I couldn't sleep."

"Well, come over here." He beckoned to her and effortlessly lifted her and placed her on his knee. "So, what do you wish me to tell you about."

"My, name." She answered readily and Harry chuckled.

"Well, Nebula as I have told you like fifty times before..." Harry started ignoring the sound of protest from the girl effortlessly. "Your name is the other half of one of the bravest women I have met but unfortunately never got to know her well enough, Andromeda Tonks."

The next thirty minutes were spent retelling the girl about her great-grandmother, followed by Nymphadora which came to Remus and then Teddy, Harry's godson and son-in-law. By that point, the girl stopped him and ordered him to save the rest of the story for tomorrow. Despite knowing that there would be no 'tomorrow' for him, Harry agreed and teleported her to her bedroom and tucked her in.

As was routine, Harry moved throughout all the bedrooms in the cottage, so many than were supposed to be in the admittedly small cottage and checked on all the Potters and tucking them in like he did whenever they met. Only this time it would be the last time.

When he was done with James, the bedroom nearest to his, Harry got into his bedroom and with merely a thought the robes he was wearing switched with his best dress-robes and he entered the bed. Within seconds, he felt sleep take him and with a smile, he prepared to meet Death like an old friend.

-ADW-

AN: Hi guys, this is my new Harry Potter/Marvel crossover. I plan to include everything marvel from movies to TV Shows so it will be quite long if I do say so myself.

Anyway, my GOT/HP xover will be at hiatus as the reaction I got was disheartening so I decided to try my hand at this. Hopefully this will have a bigger turn up. Lots of love.