This story is part of my request series All About Harry and was 'requested' by fellow crossover-author njchrispatrick. Do you want to make a request? Look at my bio page for more info.

Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognize, for example Harry Potter and the Avengers

Spoilers: All Harry Potter books, Thor (2011), the Avengers (2012) (more will surely be added).

Introduction: This story is created using the one of the prompts njchrispatrick provided in chapter 4 of the story A Happy Accident: 70 Years. It goes as follows:

Harry was having a perfectly boring, ordinary summer. Well, aside from the whole 'return of Voldemort' thing. But that all changed when an agent of the American government showed up on his doorstep to recruit him for something. Apparently Lily wasn't all that faithful. Apparently Loki has a thing for redheads. And now Harry is being pulled along with 'Uncle Thor' into a whole new world.

And here's my rewording of the prompt:

The summer is a completely normal one for Harry Potter, if you overlook the tiny fact that Voldemort is back, and that an agent shows up at Privet Drive to turn everything he knows on its head. Before long Harry is on the other side of the earth, smack in the middle of an upcoming war involving beings from different realms. He'll be fighting beside his uncle—against his father.

Quasars Between Us

Chapter 1 – Summer is Interrupted
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Harry lay on his back in the warm dirt behind the flowers, right under the open living room window, waiting for the TV-news to start. Summer was dragging on. Everything was calm and quiet. The weather was the best England has seen in decades, sunny and near unbearably warm. That didn't make Harry happy, however. The fourteen, going-on-fifteen, year old had lived through a bad year, culminating in the return of a man who a whole world feared and the death of a schoolmate.

Voldemort was back and nobody believed it, no one but Dumbledore and his friends at any rate. The people of the wizarding world didn't believe; they didn't believe despite the fact that Cedric Diggory was dead. Harry had begun to realize that they didn't want to believe, and Voldemort was using their self inflicted ignorance by keeping a low profile. That was the conclusion Harry had come to as there had been absolutely nothing in the Muggle News proving that the Dark Lord had returned. There were no reports of mayhem, unexplainable disappearances nor murders. Harry did keep listening to the news every day though, keeping vigil. If anything happened, he needed to know. He also kept a subscription to The Daily Prophet, Wizarding England's major newspaper. He only ever looked on the front page, though. If something noteworthy happened, it would be first page news.

"Boy!"

Harry startled as his aunt slammed open the front door and called for him. He was supposed to be de-weeding the flower beds so she knew that he was around. He crawled out from behind the hydrangea bush, got to his feet and hurriedly brushed dirt off his too large pair of shorts.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia?" he said, rounding the corner of the house and getting in sight of the woman.

She pursed her lips as she saw him; He cowered a bit under her disapproving gaze, trying to smooth down his messy hair, and pulling at the hem of his t-shirt where it had run up to show a patch of skin by his hip.

"I need you to go down to Tesco and buy 300ml of double cream." It looked as if it pained her when she stretched out her hand to give him a five pound note. "I want to see the receipt and I want every penny back."

"Yes, Aunt Petunia."

She turned around, her back stiff as she went back inside without sparing him another glance.

Harry sighed despondently and began to walk. It seemed as if he would miss the news tonight.

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"Sir," said Agent Sulido, gaining the attention of Director Nick Fury. "We got a 16% match for Loki." The same moment the moment uttered the statement, the numbers on his screen changed. "It's 49% now."

Nick took a piercing look at the footage that was displayed on the monitor. The frames showed someone who looked somewhat like Loki, though not completely. It was difficult to tell as the pictures were grainy; the cameras used to provide them were hardly up to SHIELD's usual standards. The individual in the images was a teenager, with shorter hair than the god who had stolen the Tesseract, but nevertheless the likeness was startling and their information said that Loki used illusions. It wasn't unthinkable that he would have taken some disguise, though he seemed rather too arrogant to do so.

"Where is he?" asked Nick

"This is a supermarket in Little Whinging, Surrey, England. The match is up to 76% now, but our guy matches another individual more."

"Who?"

"Harry Potter aged 14; he is a resident of Little Whinging. I suppose the mystery is solved, sorry about wasting your time, sir."

"Don't!" the Director barked the order as the man was about to click away the images to keep searching through the ever updating stream of footage. "I don't believe in coincidences," said Nick. "Find out everything there is to know about Harry Potter and report back to me. I want the answers within the next thirty minutes."

"Yes, sir!"

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Harry was sitting by the kitchen table eating his half grapefruit—which was all he got for breakfast because of Dudley's diet—when the doorbell rang. He didn't move though. He knew that his relatives wouldn't want him to answer the door; they didn't want anyone to see him. It was likely that whoever was on the other side wouldn't come inside either, so there was no need for him to run up and hide in his room. If push came to shove he could always slip out the back and remain unseen as to please the Dursleys. He popped in another spoonful of sour fruit in his mouth as his aunt got up to see who was at the door.

"Is this the residence of Harry Potter?" a male voice asked and Harry dropped his spoon, numbly hearing it clatter against the table and down on the floor.

"Who's asking?" he heard his aunt answer, but he couldn't tell what tone of voice she was using. He could guess that she would have pursed her lips in displeasure; he had been mentioned after all.

"I am agent Travis Stafford with MI6."

"What has he done?" Definitely displeasure now.

"If I could come inside, ma'am?"

"Yes. Yes, of course."

Harry heard the conversation and felt the urge to bolt. What was this? Some strange form of Death Eater-ploy to get to him? No, they would never pretend to be Muggles, thinking themselves above that. This must actually be MI6, but what in Merlin's name did they want with him?

Petunia got back in the kitchen and a man followed, a man dressed in dark suit and matching tie with a white shirt to complete the outfit; he looked like a typical movie agent with a buzz cut and sunglasses sticking up over the edge of his jacket pocket.

"Mr Potter?" he asked as he caught sight of Harry.

"Yes," answered Harry slightly hesitantly, "that's me."

"Mrs Dursley, if you would please sit down, as Mr Potter's guardian you need to be present for this conversation. And-" he looked at Dudley. "And Mr Dursley will have to leave."

Aunt Petunia made it very obvious that she wasn't happy about any of this, but she nevertheless sat down as the man from MI6 did the same. Dudley on the other hand was not moving, disgruntled about being left out.

"Go on, Dudley," said Aunt Petunia in a restrained version of the usual coo she used when talking to her son, "you can have a bowl of low fat ice-cream after dinner if you just go to your room for now. It won't be long."

"Fine," muttered Dudley grumpily and made to get up, the wood of the chair groaning as he lifted his large behind and lumbered out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

"Now, you might have heard me introduce myself to your aunt, but I'll say it again. My name is Travis Stafford and I work with MI6. Today, though, I am here as a liaison to another agency. Our American friends in SHIELD or, Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Deviation—bit of a mouthful I always thought. The reason I am here is because you have ended up on their radar, Mr Potter."

"What for?" Harry felt the need to ask, nervously moving the peel of the grapefruit around on the table, while keeping his eyes on the agent.

"Nothing bad, no need to worry. They were searching for a certain individual, using all cameras they could connect to, and facial recognition software matched you with the person they were looking for. The Director of SHIELD is a man who is very thorough and he demanded to have you investigated. He wished to be certain that there was no connection between you and this other man. A strict precaution you understand."

"Okay." Harry was getting a bad feeling. "So was there a connection?"

"We looked into it and discovered that records of you are sparse, Mr Potter, but we did find a birth certificate which gave us some troubling and important information."

"Oh?"

"There isn't any good way of telling you this, but James Potter is not listed as your biological father."

"What?" "What!" Twin shrieks of the question echoed through the kitchen, as both Harry and Aunt Petunia were startled.

"That Potter fellow my sister married, is not the boy's father?"

"Who is my father?" They asked in turn, their questions overlapping, both in when they were spoken and in what they inquired.

The agent allowed them a brief moment to gather themselves before he continued. "I apologize for being the one bringing such news, but the matter has become a concern of international security."

"Please tell me who my father is," said Harry. His world was already being turned upside down; he might as well get it over with. The man who he had initially been mistaken for was probably his real father, meaning that his father was alive. Harry had family. He wanted to know who his father was.

"Mr Potter, have you ever noticed that you have any strange abilities? Something beyond the usual?"

Harry gaped at him.

"I should have known," hissed Aunt Petunia, eyes narrowed. "You too are one of those- one of those freaks!"

Agent Stafford looked affronted. "Excuse me, ma'am? I'm not quite sure I understand what you're implying."

"You're one of those- one of those…" She was too upset to spit it out.

"What she's trying to say is that she thinks you're a wizard," Harry cut in. "Are you?" he asked eagerly.

"A wizard? What? No. What's a wizard?"

"You don't know what a..? Oh." Harry was beginning to feel like the amount of trouble he was in would be growing tenfold from here on out.

"What exactly is a wizard?" The agent was taking things much calmer than either of the two inhabitants of Number Four Privet Drive.

"Nothing." Harry denied it, knowing that he wasn't at all convincing. People weren't supposed to know. He was not about to tell a Muggle about magic; though, it seemed like he did know about something super natural.

"Mr Potter, it is very important that you tell me. I am here because international security is at risk. It is imperative that you help me to the best of your ability. Mrs Dursley, perhaps you can tell me something?"

"My-my sister," began Aunt Petunia and Harry could hardly believe his ears. She was going to tell the agent! She'd never told him; she'd been perfectly fine with him living in ignorance, but she was going to tell this stranger everything he wanted to know! "She, Lily, the boy's mother, she was different."

"Different how? Can you be more specific, please?"

"She made flowers grow in the winter, and she would float as she jumped off the swing. There were other things too. And that boy! That horrible boy she used to associate with; he was the same. Then she got her letter."

"A letter?" prompted Agent Stafford.

"Yes, an invitation to some school for- for people like her. And each summer when she came home, she wouldn't stop talking about the newts she'd transformed or the concoctions she'd made which would change the colour of your skin and-"

"What is it you are saying, Mrs Dursley?" the agent interrupted.

Sniffing loudly, Petunia answered. "My sister was a witch."

Agent Stafford frowned. "That's not a very nice thing to say, especially in front of her son."

"No, you misunderstand me, she really was a witch. She, she could do…" Aunt Petunia looked first to the left and then to the right, likely checking to see that no one had showed up to eavesdropped, having the neighbours know of this conversation was likely the worst thing she could imagine. She leaned across the table and continued in a whisper: "magic. She had a magic wand and all. He is just the same." She pointed at Harry who squirmed in his seat as the agent's gaze was directed at him again.

"Is this true, Mr Potter?" he asked, and Harry nodded minutely, reluctantly. "Perhaps this isn't such a bad thing," the man muttered next. "You've been taught to use magic?" Harry nodded again. "What can you do?"

"Many things, though nothing really advanced," he said vaguely. "We don't start learning advanced magic until we're sixteen."

"What would you consider to be not advanced then? Anything useful in a battle situation?"

Harry gaped once more, incredulous. "A battle situation?"

"It would be good to know that you could protect yourself if needed."

"Eh, I suppose I know a few spells that could be useful. At least if the one I'm aiming at doesn't know how to defend against magic."

"Okay. That is good. Very good. Knowing that you are aware of magic and can use it does not change anything, however. Not regarding what I came here to talk to you about. We already suspected that you would have special talents because of who your father is."

"And are you going to tell me who he is? When I first asked, you wouldn't say." Harry was getting anxious. He had always been told that he looked a lot like his father—James Potter that is—to think that the man wasn't his father was very strange. His real father apparently had some special abilities, and he had gotten on the radar of this agency called SHIELD. Harry was beginning to believe that his father hadn't drawn their attention in a good way.

"I brought your birth certificate," Agent Stafford said, avoiding answering directly again. From a briefcase he took up from the floor, he pulled out a thin stack of papers, and put them in front of Harry on the table, pushing away the grapefruit peel in the process.

Harry read what it said. At first there wasn't anything strange. Name: Harry James Potter. Born: July 31st. Mother: Lily Joanne Potter. Father… Here it got strange. The line was empty. On the next line though where it said the neutral word guardian the name James Daniel Potter followed.

"It doesn't say who my father is," Harry stated numbly.

Agent Stafford nodded. "It does not. And the hospital you are said to be born at is a strange one. Saint Mungo's. We've found numerous files indicating that patients have been treated there, but nothing else. Does this have anything to do with magic?"

"I suppose it must, but I've never heard of the hospital."

"All right. Take a look at the next paper. This one was a lot more difficult to obtain. It took a few experts on paper to make the real thing appear and it was only by chance that they actually discovered what was hidden. I'm told it took some sort of experimental rays to see them. It beats me how they knew to look for anything in the first place, but our people and the people of SHIELD are very resourceful and do not see dead-ends. The second copy is a recreated one combining the information of the one you've seen and the hidden information."

Harry removed the first form and took a look at the next one. It was nearly identical to the first. The ink was slightly lighter; as if it was a copy—which it, of course, was—and the information on two lines was different. His name, and his father's name. "Haraldr Lokison. Loki Odinson," he read his name and his father's name. "I don't… Who is he?"

"Loki is the Loki from legend. He is a member of a long-lived race of powerful beings residing in a distant Realm known as Asgard. Recently he arrived on Earth through a portal. This portal allowed him to enter a top secret facility. He proceeded to steal a very dangerous artefact, harming and killing many of the people during his escape. In search of him SHIELD used facial recognition software, stumbling over you. Director Fury looked further into why you resembled Loki so much and found the truth of your origin. With him on free foot and arguably cognisant that you exist, it is too dangerous to simply allow you to be."

"You want to take me away from here?"

"Yes, Mr Potter. We do."

"That's backwards logic! You didn't say it, but you don't know if he knows about me. If he doesn't know about me, dragging me away from here will draw attention to me."

Agent Stafford gave him a long levelled glance. "We are aware of the risks, Mr Potter. It is possible that removing you from your home will attract unwanted attention, but further than that, we believe that you could be of great help to us."

End Chapter 1 – Summer is Interrupted

A/N 24th June 2014

A new story! Sigh. What the inspiration wants, it shall receive. I hope this will be good. If you've found your way here it is possible that you've read my other story where I used one of njchrispatrick's prompts. They both have Loki as one of Harry's parents; Harry is about the same age in both, but I think they will turn out rather different. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Please share any thoughts you have, and I'll try to have the next chapter ready soon. Also, about James Potter and Lily Potter's middle names: Joanne is a tribute to J.K. Rowling, and Daniel is firstly because I named James's father that in another story and secondly because of Daniel Radcliffe. (This was written before Rowling wrote about the Potter family on Pottermore).

[This chapter was most recently edited November 2016]