Warning: This is gonna be a slash Avengers Harry fic. The pairing is Thor/Harry.

Possible to have an Mpreg not sure yet.

Summery: Harry becomes Death's child called mini death and Magic's hero called the fallen. After the fight in Manhattan, Harry is taken back to Asgard because of his actions towards Thor.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the Avengers sadly. I don't make money off this, no would I want to.

Rating: M just to be safe.

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I'm On Vacation

Chapter 1- Fed Up

It was just after the war that Harry really had enough with the wizarding world and how they can't seem to fend for themselves. The new Minister of Magic asked Harry privately to take the hallows and do whatever he wished to them so that no one can ever find or use them again.

Ron being the jealous type wasn't at all too happy that Harry had the wand of power.

"Harry, mate have you figured out what you're gonna do with the wand?"

" Ron please just..." Sometimes talking to Ron was like talking to a toddler Harry thought. "You know what those things can do and why they should never be found. Yet Ron you act as if you want to fight or even have me hand it over to you. News flash that won't happen. No they are gonna be destroyed. The world will be better off with out them."

Before Ron could even pull his wand out Harry disappeared to number 12.

" Kreacher I need this place on lock down before anyone comes through. This is the first time I'm demanding that you follow my order, you can not leave even if Ron or Hermione call for you. No one is allowed in or out of this house. I have something very important to do and I need your help with it."

Kreacher just nodded and did what he was told. He wasn't happy about it but he did calm down when Harry told him to get 2 cups of tea. When Kreacher came back with the tea set out on the coffee table were the three hallows.

"Kreacher before Sirius died he was telling me about the Black family library that was hidden away. It was use for rituals and other sort of things."

Kreacher was shaken a bit.. "Why is master wanting that room? Has Kreacher not been a good elf to master?"

"Yes Kreacher you have. " Then it clicked.. "Kreacher you are the a very good house elf. I told you before I'd never mount your head. No, I need to get in there because even to this day it holds both the Potter's and Black's grimoire. I need to get in there, so that I can do the ritual that will take these items into my magical core. These items mustn't be found and I will be the last person to be the master over them."

Kreacher just squinted at Harry, apparently seeing something there he took Harry into the room that has the tapestry of the family tree. He traced his long finger down the left side of the tapestry and a tile appeared on the ground that Harry was told to step on. When he did the far right wall opened to the hidden chamber. There was books all around, in the center of the floor there was a stone altar that was always ready to use. Under the altar was a perfectly drawn out pentagram.

The room was dark and as Harry crossed the thresh hold the torches lit as did the candles on the altar. He looked to the Black grimoire, as if it sensed what Harry needed it opened itself to the ritual that he needed to do.

"Thank you Kreacher, I'll prob need you to take me to my room after this is done. I'll be in pain by the looks of these pictures. Keep the house on lock down until you put me to rest. According to this I may be knocked out for a few hours, but we are talking about my luck here so probably days."

Kreacher just nodded and said "What ever master wishes Kreacher will do.. Just don't die master." With that he left the room leaving Harry to get the ball rolling.

Taking a deep breath Harry made sure that the altar was facing the Northern point. Feeling the magic of the room start to gather when he stepped up placing the silver handle athem and the Deathly Hallows on the altar, opening his arms wide and started to chant..

"Mother of Life and Magic, I Harry James Potter your worthy son, champion, and protector of old call on you and your aid this very night."

"Father of death and maker of the Hallows, I Harry James Potter your worthy son and master of the Hallows call upon you this very night."

Magic started to swirl around him, his hair violently being blown around the candle flames are 3 inches high turning electric blue, he took the silver knife cutting his hand dripping his blood on the wand first, then the resurrection stone, lastly the invisibility cloak.

"As I baptize these ancient artifacts of power in my blood so does my magic take them into my core, so mote it be"

Pain such as Harry never felt before coursed threw him has the wand slowly entered his magic core. It was slow going and the longer it lasted the more Harry was determined to make sure to finish. When the wand was fulling gone his eyes widen again when he felt the stone start entering. It didn't take long before it was over. When he looked down he whimpered at the thought of how long and slow the cloak will take.

When the ritual was done, Harry did collapse onto the ground, he never heard the soft warm chuckle that came from the corner of the room.

"My boy finally cast the aside his mortality and became fully my son Little Death"

"Don't forget he is now my son too Grenth. You will take good care of him."

He nodded and lifted Harry up to place him on the couch in the next room. When they came out of the room Kreacher was there waiting.

"Will master live?"

"Yes Kreacher your master will live. He has fully become mine and Magick's son. He is as of this very moment a Fallen."

Kreacher gasp " Oh master what did you do?" Master asked that his Kreacher put him to bed then take the house off of lock down, Kreacher will obey that order, though the red head and mudblood will likely crash in soon. No tact they have."

"I'll deal with them then Kreacher when they come. But first tend to Harry."