Chapter Two

Harry considered obliviating the man in front of him, but his gut instinct told him that would cause more harm than good. Instead he tried to persuade the man that he hadn't seen anything unusual. "I'm no-one, I've been here all the time, who are you?" He sent a compulsion charm from his hand towards the man, as a result of his training he could do some of the easier spells wandlessly. Unfortunately for Harry, the man seemed to be resistant to the spell, thankfully he didn't appear to notice it either. "Now that's some bullshit right there. I'm Nicholas Fury, S.H.I.E.L.D operative. Now again, who are the fuck are you?"

With a sigh Harry decided to just come clean, if he was going to save this universe then he was going to need allies not enemies. "My name is Harold James Potter and I'm from a different universe." To his credit, Nick Fury didn't react at all. "I came here as there is going to be a grave threat in the future and you are going to need all the help you can get. Now can we go discuss this somewhere more comfortable, it's very hot here and I don't like sand, it's all coarse, and rough, and irritating. And it get's everywhere."

"Lucky for you, we aren't far from a town and I have a car. Hop in and we can find a café. I want you to tell me about your powers and find out if you're a threat or not." Fury spun on his heal and started walking towards a black Impala SS. He got in and sat there waiting for Harry to join him. Harry got into the passenger seat. "Where are we anyway?" Fury just gave him a look. "Mojave Desert, about half an hours drive from Barstow." He turned the key in the ignition, revved the engine and set off.

It ended up taking twenty-six minutes but Harry was pretty sure some of the speeds they were going at weren't legal back in the UK. They entered the small town and pulled up outside an inconsequential looking diner. It looked pretty empty inside. They entered and sat opposite each other at the first table. Fury sat facing the door because he wanted to be able to see if anyone was to approach the entrance. "Now Harold, I have an issue. You see I work for an organization that deals with protecting the civilians. We pride ourselves on knowing everything there is to know about the people we come across and suddenly you appear, out of nowhere. So I'm sure you can appreciate that I want to get to know a bit about you and then I can determine whether you are a threat or not. You can start off by telling me how old you are, where you are from and why you came here."

Harry just looked at Fury. "As I said earlier, my name is Harold James Potter. On earth I am almost 18 years old but in reality I am 28. I was born on the 31st of July 1980 in the village of Godric's Hollow in England. My parents were killed by a terrorist who then tried to kill me but failed, on Halloween of the following year. I discovered that I was a wizard on my 11th birthday, after living with my aunt and uncle for the past ten years. I attended a school for witches and wizards after that where I discovered that the terrorist was called Voldemort and wanted to try and kill me again. Eventually in my final year of school, on the 2nd of May 1998 we had the final battle. I emerged victorious but the rest of the wizarding population had died. I decided to leave and trained in a different dimension. After finding out that this universe was in so much danger, I decided to come and help." Like before, Fury didn't react at all. It sounded too fantastical to be true but after everything he had just witnessed anything could be possible.

"What do you intend to do here in the meantime until this supposed threat arrives?" Fury asked. He had decided to believe Harry until he showed reason not to. Harry thought about it. "I'm not sure, I guess I'd just get a job somewhere. I think I'd like to live in somewhere like New York and do some private studying. My school didn't teach the sort of academical subjects the normal schools teach. I have plenty of money so that shouldn't be an issue." Fury mulled over Harry's answer. "Here's what I am going to do. I am going to help you find a place in New York and help you create an identity for yourself, in return I want you to be a consultant for S.H.I.E.L.D. I would only call on you in times of danger, if I think we might need your expertise or assistance. You would of course be able to say no to any of my requests for help unless of course the world was to be under threat, but then I would imagine you would be there anyway. How does that sound?"

To Harry that sounded unbelievable. He didn't even mind the thought of being a consultant. He hated the thought of politics so he was glad he hadn't been offered a job because turning that down would have been awkward. "It sounds perfect Nicholas. I am perfectly happy with those terms and I would be more than happy to help. When can we look for a property for me?"

"Right now, let's go. I'll arrange a jet to take us to New York on the way." With that, they got up and left the diner, driving towards LA.

The next day they were in New York looking at available properties that wouldn't seem too out of place for someone like Harry. After checking out 2 apartments and a terraced house, they came across a semi-detached house in Queens. As soon as Harry laid eyes on it, he knew it would be the one. "Hey Nick, this is the one," he called out. Nick walked over carrying a large Manila envelope. "Good choice, now I've had someone make me these for you. You have a British and American passport in here, a birth certificate dated back to 1967 so that your DOB checks out with your age. Your story is that you were brought up in England, your parents were American so you have dual citizenship. And you just have really good genes to explain the whole looking youthful thing. Now lets sort out the deeds to this property and get your life on the road."

By the end of the day, Harry was moved into his new property. "Thanks for everything Nick. I really appreciate it, don't hesitate to get in touch if there is anything I can do to help." Fury just waved and walked down the driveway to his car. Harry shut the door, walked into the lounge and sank into the sofa. He relaxed and let himself process what had happened over the past 2 days. He was absolutely exhausted, but wanted to try and complete one last job before going up to bed. Death had said he could bring one person back from the dead and he wanted to give it a try. He thought over all the potential candidates, thinking which one did he miss the most. Finally he settled on one.

He got out the elder wand and started to pull on all of his power. He shut his eyes and willed his magic to bend to his wishes. "Just this once," whispered through the room before there was a blinding light and a figure started to form.

"Harry?"…

A/N – Bit of a filler this chapter, just setting up the premise for the story. The next chapter will be a time jump and will also reveal who the person was. Just to explain the voice whispering just this once, Harry had been in this world for longer than 24 hours so technically he shouldn't be able to bring anyone back from his previous world but Death has granted him this one boon. Hope you enjoyed and don't forget to R&R.