The Mage - An Avengers Story

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own either the Harry Potter Series nor The Avengers. All characters, locations and anything else related to copyright laws are used for recreational and entertainment purposes only, I receive no money from the use of recognisable characters.

Summary: Harry has grown tired of his life, the ones he cared for and in return was cared by are gone. Using his new powers as the Master of Death, he travels to a similar dimension, Earth-199999. Although he intends to be a simple barista, nothing goes to plan for our hero.

I'm working from the movies here, my knowledge of the complete universe is somewhat limited.

Chapter 1: The Old Friend

The year was 2002, the wizarding world had been at peace for nearly four years thanks to the efforts of one boy, Harry Potter. The young wizard was currently sitting in a pitch black room, the curtains and blinds closed with no visible light. If you didn't know he was there, you would never have seen him. Harry sat in the dead centre of the room, his legs crossed in a meditation pose. His body hovered from the ground, unnoticeable unless you were looking for the slight gap. Many would wonder why a young, 21 year old man was wasting his time sitting in a darkened room with his legs crossed. The truth was that, even though his physical body remained, his consciousness was on a much further, much darker plain of existence.

'So, you'll open up a portal between dimensions using nothing but your scythe, correct?' asked Harry 'How exactly are you able to do that?' Harry spoke to a figure, slightly smaller than himself, dressed entirely in black robes. In one hand the figure held Death's scythe, the blade on it looked keen enough to slice bone as if it were butter.

'Yes master' replied the figure 'As the physical embodiment of death itself, I do have certain privileges. The scythe will tear a hole between dimensions and I can travel to you freely. You'll have access to all your powers on the other side, but you'll have to open the portal yourself.'

'Okay, so I simply step through the portal, taking anything I'm holding with me right?'

'Yes master, you need simple step through the portal. The World we have selected, according to Deaths handbook is called Earth 199999 and is one of the most similar to our earth, Earth 117. The only significant difference is the near complete absence of magic. A few squibs and a mutated animagus form is all that permanently resides on the planet.' stated the cloaked figure, now identified as Death, in the right hand it held a small black book and was flicking through the pages.

'That's it?'

'That's it'

'Very well, it's not as if there's anything here for me now. They've all moved on because they think poor old Harry has no magic. The others are dead. Very well… oh and Luna, stop calling me master my name is, and always will be Harry.'

'Fine Harry, but do be careful there are an awful lot of Nargles and Wrackspurts where you're going.'

'Oh, come on Luna, you know me I'm always careful' he replied with a chuckle.

'Yes, I do know you Harry, and that's the problem' she countered. Luna had lowered her hood now, she looked the same as she had before her death, enchanting grey eyes framed by dirty blonde hair and a kind face.

'Luna, if we argue like this, we could be here forever' stated Harry, whilst the though of doing just that had passed through his mind for the briefest of seconds, he disregarded it, he had spent two long planning this trip.

'So, its not like either of us are stretched for time, but since you are getting restless…' Luna turned and causally swung her scythe, ripping a hole in time a space itself, a feat that would take a hundred Dumbledores a hundred years to do. The impressive feat was meet by a simple 'Oh, that was fun' from Luna.

Luna turned to Harry and hugged him goodbye, whilst she could visit him any time she wanted, it still felt like he was leaving for good, which, to everyone else, he was. Harry was more than her master, he was her friend.

'Goodbye Luna, I'm sure you'll be watching and feel free to drop in any time. Although before I go, can I ask you one last question?' Harry paused and, seeing her nod, continued 'Why did you become death? It just doesn't seem plausible that someone like you would take a job like this'

Pausing only for a moment, the girl replied 'Look at it this way Harry, I'm helping people, lost souls, to find some peace and to move on with their lives. It doesn't stop Harry, never, it just…changes. I hate the idea that there are lost souls it seems unfair for them to be stuck simple because they didn't receive a map upon dying'

'Thank you Luna' and with that, Harry stepped through the pulsing blue portal into a new universe, a new home, a new life.

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Harry stumbled from the alleyway he had appeared in, and saw he had ended up exactly where Luna had said he would, New York City. It wasn't his first choice, but she has insisted it was 'nice this time of year'.

Harry immediately took in his surroundings, his mind hard-wired to do so by the war, in which every small detail could be life saving, or life threatening. Harry had been told he would arrive in the year 2011, and a large electronic billboard confirmed as much. Harry had planned for this trip for nearly a year, on him was several checks adding up to nearly 16 million dollars and a single USB stick, containing his greatest creation. Harry headed to an internet café, having studied this world with Luna he was somewhat familiar with the technology. He knew he needed an identity to survive, and so sat down at a computer with a cup of tea and set about creating one.

Harry inserted his USB stick into the computer socket, and his technomage virus began work, hacking into both the US and UK government records, creating a dual nationality to explain his accent and tendencies. He gave himself a small criminal record, nothing he wasn't actually guilty of, trespassing, minor theft ect. The sort of stuff you may find in a rebellious teenagers record. His virus had finished within the hour, the many sleepless night and years of work had paid off.

Harry's next stop was several banks, in his world he had been quiet rich, and passing a rather sizeable amount of his wizarding fortune as a rare coin collection, he had made his hundreds of thousands from over zealous collectors. The rest was simple money he got for scrapping the gold, silver and bronze coins. Some banks had been suspicious of the sudden large amounts, others, more used to the rich hadn't given it a second though. For those that had, Harry simply claimed it was inheritance. By the end of the day, Harry was a very wealthy American citizen. He checked into a hotel and settled down for the night and pondering what to do with his life. All he knew was that he wanted somewhere he could be Harry. Just Harry.

So, tell me what you think,

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Updated for some minor errors - 7/8/12, although apparently in says two instead of too somewhere, if you find it please let me know where.

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For the regular readers, you may have noticed the story has changed categories. I figured that since I'm working from the movies then it should be in the movies category. Genius right?.