Standing in the dimly lit alley's entrance Harry eyed the three men, partially obscured by the nearby shops dumping of heavy black garbage bags and the full dumpsters they were paying no attention to their surroundings, their attention focused on the huddled form in front of them.

They were just simple thugs muscle-bound and not too bright. All three stood at least a head taller than Harry. He could leave, the whole incident could be a misunderstanding, a junky trying to get out of paying or maybe a loan sharks payment reminder, he could just walk away he didn't need to be a hero.

A pained moan came from the bloodied form, interrupting his thoughts with an uncomfortably feminine groan. Silently Harry cursed himself as he prepared to intervene. Rubbing a thumb along the polished handle, he missed the familiar spark of warmth a matched wand provided, his latest attempt to recreate a matched wand barely formed a connection. He reasoned he would be able to beat them without magic even if his latest variation failed him.

"Step away," Slightly amplified, his voice echoed through the narrow trash filled alleyway. "Now!"

Startled the three jumped, panicking at being caught red handed they turned to face Harry, hefting their pipes threateningly. Whoever was on the ground had put up a fight, with the thugs facing him, Harry could see deep scratches criss crossing the men's faces.

Quickly their startlement turned to amusement as they took in Harrys less than impressive form. Standing just shy of six foot, dressed in blue skinny jeans and a black t-shirt and his only weapon was an 11 inch long wooden stick clutched in his right hand, he struck a less than intimidating figure, especially to the heavily muscled and armed thugs before him.

Eyeing the chuckling figures, Harry ran through the possible spell options, normally he would drop them with a silent flurry of stunners and a follow up obliviation for them to forget he had even been in the alley with them, but with his wand situation like it was, the more esoteric spells could easily have irreversible affects. Recalling the result of Lockhart's failed Oblivation he shuddered, he really didn't want to bestow a fate like that on these men, even if they were scum.

"Get the fuck out of here, English!" The leader of men sneered, spitting a gob of blood that had trickled down from the cuts on his face, he gestured with a sizeable hand for Harry to leave. Seeing his command was ignored, his face twisted in anger, "Boys rough him up."

Regarding the approaching bruiser he flicking his wand, the three men rose unceremoniously from the ground, hovering a foot of the ground.

Startled the three levitated men swore waving their arms frantically, as if they could affect their trajectory, dropping the makeshift clubs in their panicked flailing. Annoyingly a few small garbage cans had been caught in the levitation charm floated beside them.

"I'm gonn-" Red faced the first thug didn't get a chance to finish his shouted threat before a casual side swipe of the polished oak wand slammed him into the brick wall. Eyeing his wand Harry frowned the three of them should have hit the wall. Dropping into the pile of black garbage bags below, Harry watched the unmoving body for any sign of consciousness.

Satisfied he turned his attention back to the other suspended grunts, as he turnt he managed to see the thick meaty arm pointing a small black gun at him, he only had time to blink at the situation before it fired. Three slugs slammed into his stomach and two into his chest, grunting at the pain, his body began closing the bullets entry wounds.

The pain flared briefly before dimming considerably as the entry wounds regeneration began, stopping the nerves signalling the presence of the numerous lead filled holes.

"Got the fucker-" An angry swipe saw the two surprised men slammed into the same brick wall, much harder than the first man did a wet crunch filled the air as Harry let the levitation magic drop.

Moving towards the three's victim, Harry ignored the small aches as the still cooling slugs moved within him. Trapped with their entry wounds closing behind them almost as soon as they had entered, they would need to be vanished or cut out with a sharp scalpel. The small pellets lodged in his body burned and tore at the surrounding flesh, constantly fighting the flesh's regeneration as he moved his muscles.

"T-thank you," The girl whispered looking up from her hunched form, through the bloodied and bruised face Harry could make out a few details, her eyes were amber in their entirety with her cheeks and eyebrows covered in faint green scales.

She was different, the scales and eyes were proof enough, she was the closest thing he had seen to evidence that the magical world existed since his arrival.

Kneeling down to her level, Harry offered her a small smile, "I'm Harry,"

Looking her bloodied form over Harry frowned, her arm was broken at least once if the bulge above her elbow was anything to go by. Her face beaten and her jaw was already starting to swell, from the way she was holding herself he suspected she might have been kicked a few times in the stomach, and the tears in her clothing suggested a darker motivate to her attack.

As wide eyes regarded Harry, a small ball of worry formed in his stomach at the way the injured girl was looking at him. It reminded him all too much how he had been when he was younger, all too eager to leave with a complete stranger, when Hagrid had whisked him away into the magical world or Sirius had offered him a home. Looking for an escape.

"Amy Potter," She replied a red flush covering her cheeks.

Harry blinked, incredulous he repeated, "Potter?"

"What?" Attempting to rise the girl bit back a hiss of pain as she jostled her broken arm. "There's lots of Potters, we're like the Smith's!"

Harry fought the smirk he could feel forming at her indignation.

"Do you have someone I can call?" At the question, the girl looked away evading Harry's eyes.

"No," Her voice wavered at the admission. "I've got no-one,"

With that admission, the bubbly attitude disappeared as she withdrew in on herself.

"I need to get you treatment… to set the bones" Harry whispered, gently pushing a few bloodied strands of hair off her face, the small green scales were smooth to the touch. "We can't go to a hospital…"

Her face paled at the mentioned going of a hospital; silently mouthing 'no' she looked at him imploringly. Harry sighed at the look of desperation on her face, he could conceal her features with a small glamour, maybe.

Her arm was the worst, he didn't want to treat her in the alley. But moving her would be difficult with her broken arm. Rolling his wand between sweaty figures, his mind considered the few healing spells he knew. Calm and not under pressure he could reset the bone, even cast a bone knitting charm.

"I'm going to do something about your arm," Silently Harry mused if the risks of having the spells overlap was worth a pain numbing charm to ease the girls suffering "I can't do anything about the pain, I'm sorry."

She offered a small smile, "It's o-okay,"

Shooting her one more sorry look, he tapped the wand to her arm. With a sickening crack the broken bone realigned the splintered ends re-joining, she buried her face in his shoulder, screaming into the fabric of his shirt as the jostling of her broken bones sent waves of agony throughout her body.

Choking back a sob, Amy gave a ragged breath. Whispering soft words Harry rubbed small circles on her back.

Amy flinched as the wand tapped her arm a second time, scrunching her eyes closed waiting for the next explosion of pain. A poor substitute compared to Skelegrow's versatility the bone knitting charm however, was by far a more comfortable process than the pain of Skelegrow, spreading as a warm fizzing, the charm settled into her arm, binding the fragmented bone splinters and fractures back into one piece.

Bracing his arms behind her knees and around her back, he lifted. Standing with her in his arms he gave the alley a quick glance checking to see if the three thugs were still unconscious, they were laying crumpled in a pile.

"I'm sorry, one last thing take a deep breathe please," He apologised holding her still as her pained hiccups subsided, at his request red rimmed eyes looked at him confused, nonetheless she complied her small bosom pushing into his chest as she drew a ragged breath.

Twisting on his heel the two disappeared from the alley with a soft crack.

As the disorientation from the apparition faded, Amy's face drained of blood before violently emptying her stomach contents on Harry's shoulder. Harry turned a faint shade of green at the sight dripping from his shoulder, chunks of indescribable lumps fell to the floor with a sloppy thump.

Beneath the calming pressure of the wards again, Harry let out a small sigh as they communicated. Oddly Amy didn't register as magical to the wards, but neither did she detect as a muggle.

Her eyelids flickered opening and closing, tightly gripping his arm with her good arm, a tremor wracked her body as her tenuous grasp on consciousness waved. Silently her mouth opened and closed, a trickle of white fluid ran from the corners of her mouth.

"Sorry," She tittered in amusement briefly meeting his eyes before dropping her head with a wet splash onto the spew-covered shoulder.

A quick cleansing charm removed the vomit clinging to his shoulder and Amy's pale face, he carried the weary girl to the small couch near the stairs. One of the few things he actively maintained as a homage to his old life, the small coffee shop was designed to emulate Hermione's small coffee house, a tribute and memorial for those he could no longer reach.

Chafing at the Statute of Secrecy one of Hermione's pet projects during her pregnancy with Rose had been to open a small coffee shop just outside of London. That small coffee shop while a front to help muggle covertly it had also been a small island of calm for Harry from the demands of fame and Britain's fickle public, as well as the home of one of his happiest memorys. Ginny accepting his proposal.

Only occupying a single story the café eventually would support seven carved columns scattered around the room, creatures of mythology and scenes from his past already decorated the three finished columns. A small broom airborne figure out flying a Hungarian Horntail, an eerie stag facing down hundreds of ghostly apparitions and various scenes of three children together, smiling in front of different backgrounds, overlooking a large lake, playing cards in front of a fire or sitting at a table surrounded by hundreds of book.

Underneath the elaborate murals, Harry had anchored the protections for the shop and those who entered. From simple enchantments for cleanliness and preventing pests, up to the more elaborate and dangerous wards to discourage unwanted intruders and violence.

"You did better than most people do for their first apparition," Harry set her down on the small couch, conjuring a small crimson pillow he eased it under her head.

She flinched slightly as her bruised face pressed against the conjured pillow.

"I-I did?," Amy spoke up as she pulled herself upright on the couch, her eyes able to focus now were looking around at the partially completed coffee house, "What's apparition?"

"Teleporting," While Amy was studying the café around her, he flicked his wand summoning a small ceramic container. He grimaced at the pungent door of the bruise cream within.

Looking back at Amy, she was sitting still as a rock, staring at the container.

"You're like me!" She whispered eyes wide, half to herself before repeating it again a second time, but louder. "You're Like Me!"

Her bruised face became animated, as she began to ramble excitedly. "The alley, with the fwwst and the phzzwt and the healing and just now with moving with your mind. I mean not like like me, I can't do that, but different from everyone else like me,"

Her excited speech quickly shifted into muttering. "…not a freak,"

Harry stiffened as he caught part of her whispered talk, ignoring the sharp surge of pain from the still lodged bullets he looked to Amy. A small smile was on her face, she looked like she had shed a great weight.

Meeting his gaze, she gave him a small proud grin, "I can see through things… sort of like a lame supergirl,"

Harry smiled despite his total ignorance of who supergirl was, passing her the bruise balm, "You've had a bad day, and I have a guest room you can crash in for tonight. And when you're awake tomorrow we can try and sort out any details,"

A/N: There are not enough HP/Xmen crosses in the world.

Anyway back story this will be hinted at but not really relevant overall to events. It may be done up in a prequel fic but I doubt it.

Ron after almost succumbing to the locket influence in canon fled, but here the divergence is that he succumbed ever so briefly, enough to plant a seed in his mind. Over the ten or so years it grew in the darker part of his personality, enhancing jealousy, lust etc. Eventually ten years after the 'final battle' Voldemort crushed the Ron's mind.

Ever cautious V!Ron having Ron's memories knows about the theories of why Harry couldn't die etc considered some of the more diabolical options, if he can't die it doesn't mean he will live forever. Now around Merlin's era the badass that he was invented a spell of immortality, it worked for him but those who pieced to together in the following centuries only succeeded part way in replicating Merlin's achievement.

The failures are called Dementors.

He would live and the prophecy would be satisfied. However V!Ron plans for the worst case scenario an immortal Harry.

V!Ron captures Harry as he comes home from work, sacrificing Hermione, Ginny, Lily, Rose and Hugo to fuel the ritual. As V!Ron feared, the ritual is successful, not turning Harry into a dementor so he activates his failsafe, a banishment circle, that was based on the veil. Harry is cast out of that reality and wakes up in Marvel before superheroes are well known (Xmen Evolution style)

A year or so is spent with Harry trying to get drunk, and wandering aimlessly looking for a purpose.