Chapter One: The Boy Who Wasn't.

A young man with green eyes and dark hair stood in the middle of a cave. Why was he in the middle of a cave, you may ask? He had to be somewhere in this strange world. This would be the best place for him to be.

The truth was that he was completing the trials to achieve an extremely important accomplishment. He would make history if he accomplished this. If he finished this final trial, then he would have access to a title that many would give their right arm for. This young man didn't have to give his right arm to achieve something that lofty. It might have been easier if he had though.

"You are at the final trial. There are three portals before you. Choose wisely for one is the way out and the other two will lead to failure. One of the two leads to an extremely lethal encounter which you may be unable to return form."

The young man channeled the energy around him. It flowed into his hands. Portal magic tripped some extremely hardened sorcerers up. One miscalculation in the spell could be the difference between sending you across the world and sending you into some kind of hell dimension.

Time did run shortly and the young man went through the portal that felt right.

Seconds passed, and he found himself out an old looking living room. There were antiques all about the wall. Some of them were harmless. Others were quite sentient. Regardless they were all fascinating looking and when he passed through the portal, the young man realized one thing.

"I did it."

"Yes, you did, but I didn't have any doubt that you were."

A middle aged looking man dressed in a black and purple cloak walked from the shadows. He still looked formidable but he also showed his age. He was the one and only Sorcerer Supreme of Earth, Doctor Stephen Strange. At least he was until about thirty seconds ago when his young charge exited the portal and became the youngest Sorcerer Supreme ever.

He felt rather pleased, he had been at this post for over four decades, and finally found a worthy successor. Some people in magical power didn't know when to hang up their artifacts. This man felt time catch up to him years back.

"I knew my son could do it."

An attractive redhead woman stepped into the shadows. Her green eyes matched of the young man who stood before her. She wore a nice female business suit. The red button up blouse matched her hair, and the skirt flowed down to cover her stocking clad legs. A pair of glasses over her bright green eyes added to the effect, even though she didn't really need them. It was just a handy disguise when she was incognito.

There was just something about a pair of glasses that really fooled people.

She leaned forward and wrapped her arms tightly around her son in a hug. Leaning in, the attractive redhead kissed him on the cheek.

"Good, job Harry," she said, beaming completely at him with pride.

The woman's name was Lily Evans, the smartest witch since Rowena Ravenclaw. An inventive master of charms and potions, she decided to excel in other areas. Her inventive ability and wicked imagination to think outside of the book made her a formidable enemy for anyone who crossed her. Those who were her allies counted themselves glad to be so. Those who were her enemies feared that she could do so.

"I had some anxious moments," Harry replied with a smile and he bagged away from his mother. "But, after all that I've been through, the trials of becoming the Sorcerer Supreme aren't that bad."

"Yes, and you give this old man some relief," Strange said, a dry chuckle escaping his voice. "I'm about fifteen years past due for retirement."

"At least you're aware of that," Lily said, with a smile.

"And I feel that I've got as much out of this body as I could, the power that I had to use was taxing," Strange answered and he shook his head. "And the enemies I had to face took several years off of my life as well."

Strange figured that he had a couple of more years to live, given pressing health concerns that visited him. He would make the most out of the life that he had left.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Harry asked curiously.

"I've got a place where I can wait out the rest of my days," Strange said. "I would say that you can call on me, but you know everything that I do and even more, thanks to your mother here."

Lily tried not to get a swollen head from that praise. The pride she had in her son's achievements was enough to give any mother a swollen head.

Strange didn't say that it took Harry far less time to complete his trials than it did for Strange. That did give him a bit of a pride that he had something to teach. He was willing to let go of the power, before it was removed for him forcefully like a couple of his predecessors.

Now there was a young man who could withstand the test of time given his unique biology and abilities.

Lily and Harry walked from the chambers. This was a year of intense training for Harry to even get to the point of the trials.

"You weren't nervous that you were going to fail, were you?" Lily asked her son with a smile when she placed her arm around him.

"Never," Harry said firmly and a beep came from Lily's hip pocket. "Let me guess, duty calls."

"Always," Lily said and she sighed. "I hate to duck and run, especially after you achieved something so great, but you know how Fury is."

Harry knew how Nick Fury was. He met the man. The man called him a bigger headache than Tony Stark on his worst day. Harry took that as a compliment.

Lily gave her son one more hug and a kiss. She broke away from him. "I'm sure you got your responsibilities to attend to, so we'll meet up later."

"I'd like that," Harry said, watching his mother leave.

It was a long set of trials even though Harry passed them with ease. He wondered what Fury wanted.

'Classified, no doubt,' Harry thought, he would head on home to get some things done and he had people that he could visit.

X-X-X

The twenty years leading up to this point had been an interesting ride for the young man who was once known as Harry Potter. The twenty one year old wizard pressed his hand against the door of the handsome manor house that his mother owned. The Evans family was well off and they made sure their daughter and grandson got the best and only the best.

He snorted when the name Harry Potter entered his subconscious. That was a name that he hadn't used since he was less than a year ago. He used his mother's maiden name because he identified himself as an Evans and not a Potter. The business world, society, hell even SHIELD, identified him as an Evans and not a Potter.

The only people who knew him as a Potter either died or long since faded into irrelevance.

Lily left Great Britain when Harry was less than a year old. She intended to go back, but while she was gone, the Ministry of Magic passed a law that said that no one was able to leave the country or enter it. Exactly how that was going to be enforced, Harry didn't really know. He chalked it up as another shade of Ministry stupidity.

The Potter family fortune might have been nice to have, but it was just a drop in the bucket compared to the Evans family fortune.

Harry walked passed his mother's study. It was immense. Through her travels with SHIELD and SWORD, she collected a lot of rare knowledge. It put the massive library that he now inherited from Stephen Strange to shame.

He checked his text messages. They were normally a bit livelier than this.

Harry pulled himself onto a massive arm chair right in front of the fire and prepared his next move. He thought about making himself some lunch.

"I guess I can afford to treat myself to something," Harry said, smiling. "I mean, it's not every day that you become the youngest Sorcerer Supreme in history."

'So, you got it, didn't you?' a voice asked excitedly, abruptly entering Harry's head.

'Yes, did you doubt that I would?' Harry asked, with a half teasing smile on his face and the woman in question shook her head.

'Absolutely not, anyone who doubts you is kind of an idiot,' she replied with laughter. 'So, are you feeling alright?'

'I feel great, I feel better than great,' Harry replied, wondering where this conversation was heading.

'Well, that's great,' she said in an excited voice. 'I just got out of training myself….oooh the less said about that the better.'

'Yes, the aptly named Danger Room,' Harry commented dryly.

'Logan seems bound and determined to create a scenario that could trip you up,' she replied, mirth in her tone.

Harry laughed, the look on Wolverine's face when he completed his boot camp style training without breaking a sweat was priceless. That didn't compare to the look on the face of the leader of the X-Men, but Harry wasn't about to rub salt into the wounds of other people.

At least he wasn't going to do it maliciously, on purpose, except for maybe a little bit.

'So seriously, Jean, how are you feeling?' Harry asked.

Jean piped in with a smile on her face. 'I'm really fine, the headaches are going away.'

It was almost like she quivered underneath Harry's glare even if they were only linked mind to mind. She couldn't really see it from her vantage point. It did travel over the mental link they established to talk with each other.

'Okay, they're more sporadic, they only come when I'm under high periods of stress,' Jean thought. 'And I have been working hard on both my college courses and the X-Men, so you know I have a pretty hectic schedule. Even though it's only about the third or fourth most out of the girls that you know.'

'Yes, you do work hard Jean,' Harry said and he gave these headaches a bit of thought. 'I'm pretty sure that this could be some kind of evolution of your powers. If mutant powers follow the same three maturity rule that I do, then you could be coming into your next maturity.'

He allowed Jean to ponder that thought for a few more moments. Mutant maturities were tricky to figure out.

'I'm coming to see you in a little bit,' Harry thought. 'It's been a long time since we could get together, just the two of us.'

'Good, I can use the friendly face,' Jean said.

Perhaps it was just Harry's imagination but there was something akin to annoyance in Jean's voice. She was a dedicated member of the team of the X-Men, helping the newer recruits and older ones alike.

Harry didn't want to say this, but he thought that Jean, and Ororo as well, did more for the team as leaders that Xavier's designated team leader. He wasn't running the school though. So, he would have to agree with what happened.

'I'll fly over, and we can get something to eat, maybe catch a movie?'

'Actually, if you don't mind, I can come over and stay for a couple of weeks,' Jean said.

Harry wondered if she was going through a trickier stage in her powers than she wanted to let on. That being said, he wasn't about ready to deny Jean something that she wanted.

'Of course I'll come and pick you up,' Harry thought. 'We'll head out and get some lunch. Then we'll head back, you know there's a room for you here as always.'

Harry sensed the relief in Jean's voice and he would have to figure out what was going on. He hated to see anyone in the distress that she seemed to be in, especially the attractive female variety.

'Great, I'll see you then. I can't wait.'

Harry would be lying if he said that he could wait.

X-X-X

An attractive redhead female in her late teens waited outside of a mansion. She dressed in a black tank top and jean shorts. The jean shorts snugly wrapped around her tight ass and showcased her long legs. The tank top was something that fit a little bit better a year ago.

What could she say? She was feeling daring today. A little more open with what she was.

She held a bag with everything that she needed for a couple of weeks. After she cooled down, she might be able to make a decision.

Sometimes, you wanted something different in your life at the age of eighteen as opposed to what you wanted at the age of fourteen. Perhaps one might think Jean was being selfish for wanting different things. She highly disagreed.

Jean Grey was one of the founding five of the X-Men, brought together by Professor Xavier. A long time passed since those awkward early days. The uniforms they wore during that time, along with her codename, she wanted to regulate to the dust bin of history.

They expanded with new members, and some members left, while new ones appeared. Harry was one of them for an extremely short time, but he left after a clash of philosophies with certain members of the team. Jean did forge a close relationship with him during the short, seven or eight month period that he was part of the X-Men.

"I'm here, Jean," Harry answered with a smile.

It never ceased to amaze Jean how quickly Harry flashed in front of her. She smiled and took his arm.

She was surprised by this daring gesture. Due to the nature of her powers, she was withdrawn. That may have changed in the last month.

"So, I guess you're ready," Harry said and Jean snuggled into him with a smile on his face.

"You know that I'm ready," Jean said.

She hoped that Xavier wouldn't need her for an emergency this time.

'I swear sometimes, cock blocking is Charles Xavier's real mutant power,' Jean thought to herself. She honestly didn't care whether or not Xavier heard her thoughts as she broadcasted them. She almost hoped that he did.

Perhaps he would get the point. Or maybe not, but she seriously considered her future with the X-Men.

The redhead telepath clung to Harry's arm and they appeared in front of an upscale restraraunt.

"So, how are things at the school?" Harry asked.

Jean frowned. "I told you about my nightmare training run a bit more. We would have gotten through that a lot easier, if someone didn't want to do things his way."

"Scott's trying to be a better leader, isn't he?" Harry asked.

"Yes, he's trying," Jean admitted. "The problem is that I swear that his definition of being a better leader means that he has to have the final word about anything. Logan actually had to step in and tell him to knock it off the other day."

Harry allowed Jean to have her rant as they settled into the restaurant. It was honestly better for her to get it out of her system. It was much healthier for her to get it out of her system as well.

Jean pushed her hands on either side of her face.

"He says that he has a girlfriend though," Jean said, but she seemed extremely skeptical.

"Oh, well if he does?" Harry asked and Jean shrugged her shoulders. "Good for him if he does."

There was a type out there for everyone.

"I don't know, we were best friends for a long time," Jean said. "After the incident about six months ago, he turned rather weird. You know, the one that he was kidnapped for about six months and left for dead."

"Did you ever figure out who left him for dead?" Harry asked.

Jean shook her head. "No, and he hasn't acted like he was gone. I mean if Logan pulls these disappearing acts, that's just what Logan does. It's just another Wednesday at the Institute. When Scott does it, the Professor freaked out."

Jean kept her tone even.

"But, you really don't care about Scott's many issues, don't you?" Jean asked him.

"I don't really have a problem with him," Harry said swiftly. "But I could go without hearing about him again."

"Fair enough," Jean replied, and she felt a tension headache coming on again.

She should have known that Harry would have pounced on that one. He lifted his hand and placed it on Jean's forehead. He felt the warmth course underneath his hand.

"How often does this happen?" Harry asked her.

"I told you, they've been happening less," Jean said, trying to get him to drop the matter.

Quickly as this last headache appeared, Jean felt it fade. The redhead brushed her hair out of her face.

"Okay," Harry said, letting the matter drop.

"I guess the happens happen more when I get work up, maybe a couple of weeks away from the Institute will do me some good," Jean said and she smiled. She helped herself to the meal, it tasted delicious. This place made the best soup and sandwiches that money could buy. "Never mind, tell me about the trials."

"I fought some monsters, I defeated some enchanted statues, I solved some puzzles," Harry explained to her.

Jean gave him a knowing smile. "In other words, you did pretty much what you do every other week."

Harry laughed; Jean did hit the nail right on the head. That's one of the reasons why he wasn't afraid of the trials.

"So exactly what does a Sorcerer Supreme do?" Jean asked and she frowned. "Or is this some kind of secret that you can't even hint at?"

"We make sure the balance between order and chaos remains even," Harry explained to her and Jean nodded. "And I'm going to make all kinds of new magical enemies as well. With names that I can't pronounce."

"So, did you ever figure out what the Hairy Balls of Hoggoth or whatever Strange babbled about was all about?" Jean asked and Harry laughed.

Harry drew out his next statement. "Welllll…..Strange is an apt name for that man. Talented, intelligent, but…..you know."

Jean smiled and looked at Harry. He looked better to eat than the food. She didn't really know why she didn't make her move yet.

Maybe this trip was the proper time to do so. Jean thought about her plans. Perhaps she could entice Harry into making a move, because she didn't want to be the one to do it.

That being said, she figured that Harry tried to rile her up in his own way.

X-X-X

Lily Evans gave one of those wistful sighs.

'Oh, Fury, you never change,' Lily thought and she shook her head.

There were a lot of things that SHIELD tried to keep under wraps. She did her part to deemphasize the emphasis that the wand wavers had on the world before that shit storm rose. The job wasn't as hard as one would think, given the fact that the civil war between both sides caused many losses.

With the right connections, anyone could get in there and establish a puppet government to achieve control.

Lily looked at matters far beyond the scope of that world. She appeared from SHIELD onto the headquarters of SWORD.

It was a huge orbiting facility that was closer to the moon that it was to Earth. There were monitors that punched up several satellite views. Data about pretty much every known alien race filled the master database.

At least every known alien race that SWORD discovered. Lily would feel like an idiot if she thought that there weren't more. Twenty eight known galaxies and who really knew how many more galaxies out there were among the unknown.

"So, Fury gave you an ear full, didn't he?"

"Yes, but not as much as last time," Lily said.

Lily stood in her SHIELD uniform. It was a skin tight white cat suit with a belt that contained a few weapons. As versatile as magic was, there was just something more personal about shooting a person in the face.

She turned around and saw a stunning blonde with ample curves contained in a top black top approached her. She wore an extremely enticing pair of black leather pants. It was standard ware for SWORD, but it didn't really leave all that much to the imagination.

"How are you doing, Carol?" Lily asked.

The woman, Carol Danvers, smiled at Lily.

"I'm doing well, but I don't think that you're here for any idle chatter," Carol told Lily and Lily looked back at the blonde. She was guilty as charged.

"No, but it is good to see you again," Lily said.

Carol looked at Lily and amusement filled her eyes. "You seem to be in a good mood these days."

"Well, it isn't every day that your son becomes the youngest Sorcerer Supreme in history," Lily said.

Carol nearly forgot. "Oh, Harry mentioned that the last time I saw him. I guess I got caught up in my work such might that I almost forgot."

"It's forgiven, I know how busy you are," Lily said with a smile. "Didn't you just come back from a deep space mission?"

Carol nodded in response. She figured that Lily would want to know all about it.

"There were no signs of intelligent life out there anywhere," Carol stated to her and Lily smiled. "I guess that's just something I had to deal with, you know. Some missions work out well and some missions are absolute and complete disappointments."

Carol suddenly turned around to a blip across the screen. It took her out of the conversation.

That did not go unnoticed on Lily's part. "So, is this an abject disappointment or is it something else?"

Carol's gaze locked onto the blipping section and she didn't really know what to make about that. She bit down on her lip and cast a frown on her face. "I don't know; let me see after a minute."

Was that a disappointment? Carol's excitement brimmed to the fullest.

"No, that's certainly not a disappointment," Carol said. She reminded herself that she had to remain professional. If she had looked like an overgrown schoolgirl, that would defeat the purpose of being professional. "Oh, that explains everything; it's in the Nexus of the Weirdness."

"The Nexus of the Weirdness?" Lily asked.

"Smallville," Carol clarified, shaking her head. "But that doesn't make any sense. It was almost like the ship arrived here. SWORD knew of the other one before it arrived."

"A bit before your time?"

"Yes, a bit more my time," Carol confirmed and she placed her hand on her hips. "Actually SWORD wasn't even really SWORD. It was the branch of SHIELD that was the predecessor of SWORD. We just call it that because for all intents and purposes, that was what it was."

Carol descended into a fit of babbling and Lily smiled.

"Sorry," she added and Lily shook her head.

"Don't be, it's just a lot easier," Lily said.

Her eagle eyes locked onto the map and she knew where it was close to. Was it even a ship or a false flag?

There was one thing for certain about this. Lily racked her brain for an idea.

If SWORD knew about this, then SHIELD knew about it. If SHIELD knew about it, then any number of unsavory figures might have found out about it. It would be a race to the newest piece of technology.

"Excuse me for one minute," Lily said and Carol stood in front of her.

"I know what you're doing, and you know you can't hide it forever," Carol said and Lily raised her hand. "I'm not about to tell them though. So, do what you need to do."

"Thanks Carol," Lily said with a smile.

She had to get in touch with Harry, who should have been back in town by now. Lily hoped that Fury didn't have a chance to pull his britches up before Harry got out there and took care of whatever was there.

X-X-X

"So, I smoked the little bitch boy and I got his little furball as well," Harry concluded the story, with Jean hanging on his every word.

Jean laughed and she clung onto Harry's arm tightly. The two of them enjoyed the Kansas country side. It was a nice summer afternoon. The weather perfectly mixed between not being too hot and not being too cold. The comfortable breeze blew into the faces of both of them.

"I actually prefer to walk this way, as opposed to drive," Jean said. "Who knew that the most powerful sorcerer in the world lives in rural America?"

"Yes, " Harry agreed with a chuckle. "That would throw a few people off my scent, wouldn't it?"

This was his home and he wouldn't change it for anything else in the world. He lived here since he was less than a year old. The Evans held property here and so did the squib branch of the Potter line who was forced to flee around the time of the turn of the 20th century. It was certainly before World War II.

"This seems like a nice area to set out and just enjoy nature," Jean said, and they walked over into a small park.

Jean motioned for him to sit down on a bench and Harry took the suggestion.

Across from the park was the Reeve Dam, which the workers worked to repair. The years of damages and ravages, not to mention the big Earthquake that came through here a few days ago caused it to crack.

Harry knew the reason why it cracked and he would have to go down the road to check on someone to make sure she was doing okay. It wasn't every time that you died and came back to life after all.

He sat down on the bench and Jean took the seat onto his lap. He smiled when she tried to subtly move his hand with her telekensis so it rested on her chest. She settled for her waist to make this a little less obvious.

'So, if this is the game you want to play, Miss Grey, then I can play it as well,' Harry thought with a smile and he lightly blew on the back of her neck.

"Harry!" Jean said, and she shifted into her lap. "That tickled."

Harry gave her a shifty smile. "That must have been the wind."

Jean nodded as if she didn't believe it and she collapsed down onto his chest. Her chest inhaled and exhaled with a couple more breaths.

"You know what went through here, don't you?" Jean asked.

Harry smiled in response and his hands shifted so he could get a better grip on her. "Maybe I might have had some….knowledge of the events."

"Rural America, or not, this is the one place on Earth that isn't devoid of action," Jean said and she worked herself against him. "And that was true ever since that Meteor Shower touched down about sixteen or so years ago, wasn't it?"

Harry nodded, he was well aware of the meteor shower. He was five years old when it happened. He wasn't caught in the epicenter of it like a few people that he knew were. Some of those people tried to kill him, as he reminded himself.

"Yes, can't believe that it's been sixteen years," Harry said and he frowned. "Actually in a couple more months it would be the anniversary of the meteor shower touching down."

Jean shifted against Harry and she situated her movement where Harry's hand brushed against her. She wanted to see how much she could escalate this but unfortunately there was something else that caught Jean's attention.

She heard something down in the depths of the dam, and a couple of the workers backed off.

"Harry, there's something down in the dam," Jean whispered to him.

Harry knew it, he heard something. It was dull blaring sound. He recognized the type of alarm. Jean slid off of his lap so Harry could lurch forward.

The blaring sound grew with increasing loudness and he could see one of the dam workers collapse when he touched the wall. It was almost like that something shocked him through the cracks.

Harry flashed over and pulled the worker away.

"He'll be okay, he's just stunned, we got to divert them away from the dam," Harry said quickly.

Jean nodded and decided to try her part. She planted some thoughts in the minds of the people there.

'It's lunch time, and you will have to go home because you don't have the right tools to repair the dam,' Jean thought to them.

The workers lurched off with the suggestions planted in the back of their minds. They all staggered away and Harry's eyes flashed over to Jean's.

"Nice one," Harry told her and Jean smiled.

"I do try," she told him.

Jean leaned forward to focus on the distress signal coming from the other side. Harry grabbed her hand and shook his head.

He analyzed the crack on the other end of the dam and knew what he needed to do. He needed to split the dam open and fish out whatever was inside out.

"We got to work quickly," Harry said, and it was now that he got a text message from his mother.

Harry,

Something dangerous in the Dam, close by the Manor.

Mom.

Harry responded with a text message of his own.

I know.

He performed the charms that would divert the water flow safely away. With that done, he could safely break open the dam.

To Be Continued On September 28th, 2014.

It's time for a brand new spanking Marvel/DC crossover. Featuring Harry Potter.

Harry becomes the Sorcerer Supreme. I'm sure some people would have liked to see the training. How do I put this nicely? I find training scenes to be about as enticing as watching grass grow. Unless they're training that leads into a lemon.

And if you want to see a Harry/Doctor Strange lemon that you should likely find a different fanfiction writer than myself. I would ask who would want to read such a thing, but there's all sorts on the Internet.

There is an on screen collective that's smaller than normal(especially by my standards). I stress on screen, because there's a lot more going on that's beyond the scope of the twenty five chapter story that I'm trying to tell. Kara(who will be in every story, deal with it) and Jean are obviously the ones, but I'll keep the others under my hat.

See you in the next chapter on this adventure. If you like it, that's great. If you don't….meh, no sleep lost.