This is a Harry Potter/Avengers crossover fic. Essentially it's about a childish, sharp tongued, not 100% sane Harry who discovers his powers at nine years old. Who accidentally falls through the Veil of Death, while running from Dumbledore, and ending up on Asgard. He is also the Master of Death, hope you guys enjoy it.

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Chapter 1 – The Master of Death part 1

My uncle and I were at war. A war to determine who the superior being was. Now you must be wondering what kind of lunatic would go to war with his amazingly handsome and outrageously smart 9 year old nephew?

The answer is pretty simple, an incredibly dumb one, and I mean that in the truest sense of the word. My uncle was so dumb in fact, that one time he heard someone say 'chilly outside' and you know what he did, he grabbed a bowl.

Initially when this war started, I was losing practically every battle because my uncle had a lot more power than I did. If I even stepped a toe out of line, he would be at my throat, threatening to lock me in my cupboard, or forcing me to do all the chores. I realized early on that I would have to take away his power, and face him on equal footing if I wanted to prove that I was better than him on every level.

I knew just the way to do that, you see every once in a while something strange would happen around me. All kinds of things actually, sometimes I would teleport while running from Dudley, sometimes a broken toy Dudley threw at me would repair itself, one time my hair even grew back after a particularly bad haircut.

Now, either there was someone out there who was watching out for me, or I was doing this myself without realizing it. Now I really couldn't think of a reason why someone would do that, I mean sure my parents had passed away when I was a little over a year old, but I had it pretty good compared to a lot of people. Sure my relatives weren't the nicest of people, but they did provide me with everything I needed, I always got enough food, new clothes when my old ones got too small to wear, a present or two on my birthday, such things. Therefore I concluded that if there was someone who went around helping kids, he would help kids who actually needed the help. All in all, since there wasn't an unknown entity helping me out, that meant that I had superpowers, yay!

All I had to do, was learn how they worked, then I could finally win the war. I assure you, it sounds way easier than it actually was. I started by trying to make things float. I would sit in my room for hours and hours on end, focusing on a pebble in front of me. Suffice it is to say, nothing happened, so I did what smart people do, hit the books.

I couldn't find any books about the subject in the nonfiction portion of the library, so I got the next best thing, fiction. I found a book about a boy, in the book the boy was the son of a Norse god, and every time he would try to access his powers, he would feel a tug in his gut, because that was where his powers originated from. From that I concluded that, that was what I was missing, I needed to draw out my powers from where ever they originated from.

In order to find the origin point of my powers I pretty much just closed my eyes, and tried to mentally poke different portions of myself. Which wasn't the best plan, because it all looked the same to me in my mind.

After that loss, I decided to go for one last ditch effort, since I couldn't isolate a single part of me that held my power, I just sort of imagined this energy flowing in my body, and I just tried to squish some it into my right index finger, sure enough my finger was glowing this bright white color. I imagined the light turning blue, and boom my finger started to glow blue instead.

With proof that I did have some sort of super power, and that I could control it, I redoubled my efforts in trying to use it, and this time I kind of knew what I was doing.

After my big discovery, I went back to trying to make the pebble float, but this time I imagined that energy flowing out of my finger, and wrapping itself around the pebble, and imagined it floating upwards.

Guess what, it actually worked. After that, I spent a good couple hours just playing with the rock, making it larger, making it smaller, changing its color, changing what it was made up of. The possibilities were endless, at one point I even turned the rock into a golden replica of me.

The next day I went over the same processes, but with two pebbles instead of one. That was much harder, especially when I tried to do two separate things with two different pebbles, it was kind of like trying to rub your tummy, and patting you head at the same time, thinking I would come back to that later, I decided to test my powers on a spider that was crawling around my room. Making it float turned out to be no harder than making the pebble float. Making it bigger though was a whole different story, it was like it was actively resisting my power. Not one to be deterred, I tried to force the matter, that didn't end to well. In fact it ended terribly, the spider exploded, then caught fire. I guess the spider really didn't want to be messed with. Well, at least I learned not to manipulate things with my power that were alive.

With my powers, the war was won. Uncle Vernon just couldn't compete with me anymore, I was just on a different level. I mean he tried to ground me by locking the room from the outside, I just unlocked it with my powers. He tried to force heaps of chores on me, they literally only took me a few seconds. One time he even borrowed his sisters' dog Ripper, and tried to get it to attack me. I just made it float behind my uncle, where the dog proceeded to attack him instead of me.

All in all, life was good, but like all good things it didn't last. I was playing around with my powers one day, trying to learn how to fly, by encompassing myself in my own power and making myself float. It was really disorienting. Anyway, I thought I was alone, turns out I wasn't, there was this tabby cat who was had been watching my every move for a while now.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! HOW CAN YOU BE SO RECKLESS?" Shouted a women who I swore was a cat moments before.

"Who are you lady, and how do you know my name? Have you been stalking me, man that is so weird, yet so cool, I never thought I would get my own stalker. I mean they told us about your type of people in school, and what not. I guess it's one of those things that you think will never happen to you, you know." I said cheerfully.

"No, I am not a stalker!" Replied the lady. Damn, I think I made her angry, huh, who knew that mysterious shapeshifting stalker women don't like to get called out. Or she could be in denial about being a stalker, and I could've just brought up a sensitive subject. Yeah let's go with that.

"Well, I wouldn't be so sure, you see technically a stalker is someone who creeps on other people without them knowing, and guess what, you were just creeping on me right there. Just a heads up, denials not a good thing, and putting a name to what you are doing is the first step. I once saw this TV show about a hoarder, and they said the same thing to him." I said.

"Once again Mr. Potter, I am not a stalker, and I am most certainly not in denial about it. I am a professor in one of the leading schools of magic in the world. I was sent here to investigate when the Ministry of Magic detected an unprecedented amount of magic being used at this location. Now I need you to come with me to the Ministry, so we can have a talk with Headmaster Dumbledore and clear this all up."

"Hold up, you want me to come with you, an old stalker lady who I've never met before, to a place that I've never heard of before, to talk to a dumb door. Yeah, nice try but I'm not stupid, so why don't you find another kid to do unspeakable things to, I'm not interested."

"That is enough Mr. Potter, I didn't want to do this, but you leave me with no choice." With that she pulled a stick of all things out of her bathrobe, and waved it at me while muttering something under her breath. Next thing I knew, there was a bolt of red light flying towards me.

I regained conscience a few moments later, I was strapped to a chair, and there was this old man with a massive white beard and twinkling blue eyes just staring at me, I think he was the dumb door fella that my kidnapper mentioned. Personally, I just referred to him as twinkle. Thinking that I was going to get molested by an old man or worse, I did the only rational thing I could do. I panicked, spectacularly.

First I let out a blood curling, eardrum shattering scream, then I used my power to cut the ropes, and levitate and smash the old man in to the ground as many times as I could. Then, I ran, opening and running through any doors that I saw. This turned out to be a terrible choice, as I just ended up in a room with only one way in and out. In the room, there was a creepy looking arc with a curtain hanging over it, not seeing a better option I decided to hide near it, and wait for the old man to come through the door so I could ambush him.

It took the old man a few minutes, but he did eventually find the room I was hiding in. When he did he again drew his stick, and like the cat lady was about to mutter something, I didn't give him the chance. I willed my energy towards the stick, and snatched it right out of his hands and into mine. To say he was surprised would be the understatement of the century.

Not knowing how the stick worked, I channeled my energy in to it, the results were literally explosive. Many things happened at once, first, I got hit in the face with what looked like a silver blanket, and my finger was assaulted by a golden ring with a black gem attached to it. Most importantly however I tripped, and fell in to the curtain.

The world is extremely messed up. I mean, when you fall into a curtain that is covering an archway, you would expect to fall on the ground on the other side of the archway. Well that is not what happened.

Instead, I fell on my back, on a rainbow bridge, with a huge, and I mean huge black guy dressed in gold armor looking over me, and did I mention that he had a really big, bordering on massive, extremely pointy stick pointed over my face.

Then I did what any smart man would do, I used my power to throw him as far away from myself as I could. Then I passed out.