Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all other characters unless otherwise stated are property of J.K. Rowling, or Marvel Comics.

A.N. – Hello everyone, this is my first foray into fanfic writing so any advice or positive criticism would be appreciated. This crossover takes place during the current Marvel NOW universe, so Harry Potter itself will be a bit more modern than in the actual series. If anyone would like to Beta for me, I have no problem with that. Anyway enjoy.

Chapter 1

"Harry Potter."

The piece of parchment fell from the wizened old wizard's hand. At the moment Albus Dumbledore looked every bit the rumored 150 years he was as the Great Hall had fallen silent with all eyes focusing on the paper as it fluttered to the ground. As the students began looking at each other the only sound that could be heard was a goblet hitting one of the wooden tables. Students around the cup, moved to avoid the pumpkin juice slowly leaking off the table.

"Susan! Are you okay?" A blonde girl whispered to the young redhead sitting across from her. Hannah Abbot could only stare as her friend had gone deathly pale, wondering what could had caused such a reaction from the usually bubbly girl. Susan Bones could only nod her head which contradicted the emotions that were raging within.

"This could not get any worse." Susan thought to herself as she pulled her wand out of her robes to vanish away the spilled pumpkin juice. Little did she know that things were about to get a bit more complicated.

"Albus," a Scottish accent broke Dumbledore out of his stunned state. Minerva McGonagall, the Deputy of Hogwarts was also stunned into silence by Dumbledore's statement. Her eyes conveyed a confusion that was shared by the entire hall. "What is happening?"

"Minerva, I wish I could tell you, but I honestly do not know what is occurring." Albus Dumbledore replied as he scanned the Hall to gauge the reactions of the people.

The visitors from Durmstrang and Beauxbaton's were equally as stunned, with the student whispering amongst themselves. Igor Kakaroff, the Headmaster of Durmstrang face turned from one of shock to a scowl of anger as he moved towards Dumbledore. Madame Maxime showed the same shock that was spread across the faces of the occupants of the Great Hall as she too moved towards the older wizard. Dumbledore sighed as he motioned Minerva to take both Heads of the visiting schools to the antechamber where the other Champions chosen by Goblet of Fire were waiting. He glanced over his faculty seeing confusion amongst all of them and then moved his eyes towards the students. All of the students had gotten over their shock, and whispering broke out amongst them. He did notice though that one girl, Amelia Bones' niece had shown a different reaction that the rest of the students. He would have to look into that.

He glanced at the Goblet of Fire as its flame turned from blue to red before dying out, signifying that it was done picking the Champions for the Tri-Wizard Tournament, although Tri-Wizard was redundant at this point. As he reached down to retrieve the parchment the fact that Harry Potter's name had come from the Goblet was something even he had not expected. As he gazed at the parchment he could not help but re-read what was written in a hand writing he did not recognize – The Boy-Who-Lived Harry Potter – he had been fully prepared to announce Neville Longbottom as the Fourth Champion. However, before he could contemplate the situation any further the doors to the Great Hall burst open as a young man flew through the doors, rolling along the ground before landing on his feet with his back to him.

The young man was clad in a black Muggle Suit and a black scarf wrapped around his neck, and before Dumbledore could question the young man something he had not seen in years much less expected to see in Hogwarts came flying through the open doors landing in front of the young man. The students began screaming as a red humanoid creature the size of an average adult male landed in front of the young man. Clad in black rags which covered its muscled body, the creature's pitch black eyes scanned the crowd before resting on the other unexpected occupant of the Great Hall. Its mouth turned into a smile showing two rows of sharp fang like teeth. Albus Dumbledore, recognized the beast for what it was; a Demon. He hadn't encountered since World War II when he defeated Grindlewald before he could finish summoning something similar. Albus looked past the two, and saw in the darkness outside the entrance to the school flashes of lights of varying colors. Albus drew his wand, fully preparing to lose his life in the defense of his students to stop the monster but before he could react the young Muggle stood.

The boy looked around the Great Hall and his surroundings before his eyes met with a young woman whose face was plastered with shock. Not in fear of the demon, but fear of his truly unexpected appearance. He had not expected to see her until the winter, when he would be visiting her at her Aunt's estate. He sent her a reassuring smile, which helped remove the look of shock but replaced it with one of worry. She gripped the hem of her robes nervously as she realized what the young man was facing. She had hoped that he hadn't come alone and that his father had accompanied him.

"So this is Susie's school." Thought the young man as he sent a smile towards the young woman he had known for only 5 years, yet who had become such a major part of his life. He readjusted his jacket and scarf while continuing his examination of the hall. "How quaint."

Albus Dumbledore could only stare in wonder in how nonchalant the young man was acting as he scanned the school. Did the boy not realize what kind of situation he was in? He looked at the boy taking in his profile. The boy stood at 5'4" with black hair sitting messily atop his head. His skin was a shade of peach that went well with his black hair. His body was thin, but suggested that he exercised often if way the suit fit on his body showed.

"I do not know who you are, but you are in grave…" Dumbledore's train of thought had ended when the young man had turned to him.

Piercing green eyes peered at him behind a pair of square framed glasses; eyes he had only seen once before on a young woman and her newborn son. A gasp echoed from his left as McGonagall, the other Headmasters and the Champions exited the chamber to see the commotion. At the staff table a man clad in black robes could only stare in shock at the young man, recognizing that face and those eyes anywhere; they haunted his dreams.

The chattering died down as Albus could only repeat the same phrase which stunned the hall in the first place. "Harry Potter."

Before Albus could continue, a sigh interrupted him. The boy had finally finished adjusting his clothing and instead turned back towards the demon. He raised his hands and ran them through his hair, causing the mop of tidy black tresses to stick up.

"I think you have the wrong person." The boy stated, his voice carrying an extremely dry tone. "The name is Harrison Strange."

The Demon's roar jarred everyone out of their shock of the Missing Boy-Who-Lived reappearing in the middle of Hogwarts. Crimson flames danced in its hands, flames that would shape themselves into demonic visages before flickering back to hellish fires.

"Strange….You made a mistake crossing my Master." A surprisingly melodic voice exited the mouth of the Demon, one that did not match his appearance at all. "First we will capture you, and then the Rasputin girl will be reclaimed. Both of you will serve my Master for eternity."

Harry frowned as the Demon leapt at him, intent on ruining his unexpected reunion with Susan. Harry raised his right arm with his first two finger extended and his thumb folded across his palm. Red rings of energy formed around his arms, before a dozen red rings formed around the demon interrupting its attack. The demon crashed into the stone floor struggling in pain as the red rings cackled with mystic energy.

"There's no point in struggling you know." Harry said as he walked towards the Demon. "Those are The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak, they are virtually unbreakable, unless you're a Hulk, but I've met them and you my good sir are not a Hulk."

Albus and the other occupants of the Great Hall stood stunned as he watched Harry Potter subdue the beast that would have taken his own life and the lives of all the occupants of the hall without breaking a sweat and without a wand. He glanced over at Susan Bones, whose face had gone from shock, to worry, and now rested on annoyance. He would definitely need to discover what she knew. Before he could even continue his contemplation, Harry had done one more thing that would shock him to his core; he crouched in front of the Demon and flicked it on the forehead as if admonishing a naughty child.

"Well this has been a barrel of laughs and all, but you have out stayed your welcome." Harry stated while crouched. He reached into his jacket and began searching for an item. It only took him a moment to find what he was looking for, seemingly ordinary looking necklace. "Bare with me, I haven't had a chance to really practice banishment spells. Father thinks it's inappropriate to tamper with the dimensional walls just to gain some experience. Good thing Daimon doesn't have those standards or I wouldn't know how to do this. This might hurt a bit."

White energy began to circle Harry's arms as he recited a chant, "Begone denizens of the dark! Let the clean light of my enchanted amulet bathe over you! Let all the Hosts of Hoggoth send you back to the nether-world from whence you came! Begone - I command you!"

A black hand emerged from the ground, wrapping its fingers around the demon. It screamed as the look on its face became what most people would assume as fear. The hand and the demon began sinking into the ground before all that was left was scorched stone. The amulet in Harry's hand crumbled into dust before he let out a sigh and wiped his brow. The Great Hall stood silent, until clapping and cheers broke out amongst the students. Harry cleared his throat which caused the voices to die down. The only thing that could be heard were the sounds of his shoes tapping against the stone floor as he walked towards the Hufflepuff table and a redhead who was moments away from either hugging or hitting him for what he just put her through.

Susan looked up as she watched Harry stop in front of her. Her eyes narrowed as she decided to punish him with a swift kick to the shins for causing her such grief, but before she could implement her justice Harry placed a kiss on her cheek. She felt her face brighten and knew it probably matched her hair at this point. She watched stunned as Harry walked pass her towards the Hufflepuff table and took a seat. He motioned for her to join him and she wordlessly slid into her previous spot at the table. Harry looked over at her, his eyes full of mirth, and she knew that he was going was enjoying the chaos. He placed his left hand over hers before he spoke aloud to Professor Dumbledore.

"As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted. The name is Harrison Strange. Former Young Avenger, current Avenger and son of the Sorcerer Supreme," The boy turned his face towards the staff, a smirk on his face – one that they had not seen in 14 years, "Pleased to meet you."