Hello all, I present my Harry Potter and Avergers Crossover. Yes, I absolutely LOVED the Avengers movie. Merlin, I couldn't get enough of it and I am determined to buy it when it is released on DVD. MUST HAVE IT!

Well, I hope you enjoy this story of mine and tell me what you think.

Prologue- Too Much

'It's over... It's finally over...' He stood only a few feet from where the Dark Lord had scattered away, like little pieces of paper that were set on fire. Ashes that scattered in the wind. Now, he could finally have a moment to reflect back on all those years of trying to put an end to all the danger and evil that had been inflicted on the world. Magic, Harry had come to realise, was the most dangerous gift of all. It could be used for good, or evil. Harry was one of the 'good' people. He had been training for the past three years for this moment. Now, he had fulfilled the prophecy...

But at what cost?

He beloved parents; Lily nee Evans and James Potter, died, leaving Harry with the love and protection of his mother.

Cedric Diggory; his friend and fellow contestant in the Triwizard Tournament, lost his life to a ratty traitor.

Sirius Black (Padfoot); his loving godfather, killed for protecting him.

Albus Dumbledore; the greatest wizard of all time and a grandfather figure in Harry's life, had lost his life to a man who was thought to be a traitor.

Alastor (Mad Eye) Moody; a brilliant teacher who had protected him till the end.

Severus Snape, a supposed traitor but was a loyal spy to the Order of the Pheonix, had died at the hands of Voldemort's familiar, Nagini, but had lived long enough to give Harry the truth of Snape's deception.

Remus Lupin (Moony); his caring second godfather that died shortly after killing Fenrir Greyback, as revenge for him being a werewolf.

Nymphadora Tonks; a great Auror and wife of Remus Lupin.

His friends that he had lost in battle, most of all them being Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They had died while killing Voldemort's familiar, Nagini.

Another friend also being Fred Weasley and just thinking of how George, his twin, must be feeling was too hard for Harry.

Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley and Collin Creevey, dear friends and members of the DA, Harry had broken down and thought his world had shattered when he was told of the death of Luna Lovegood. Others had died for his sake, most of them being courageous Gryffindors, were lost in the battle. It was hard for Harry to believe that all those who had died with only the hope of fighting to win on their minds and in their hearts. If there was one life that Harry was relieved that had survived, it was his friend Draco Malfoy.

No one had believed that Harry and Draco were friends, well, they were more. They treated each other like brothers and had bonded after the end of fourth year and the return of the Dark Lord. Harry and Draco had talked and came to the same conclusion, fight Voldemort and together. Draco had fallen apart when his mother had died in the war, his father following behind, but left Draco with parting words of: "Family always comes first." Harry had comforted him, and was happy when Draco didn't push him away.

However those lives that were lost were the price for winning this cursed dark war.

Was it worth it?

'No... Nothing was worth this... Not even the world...'

And with that, Harry stumbled his way through the grounds of a place he had once called home. Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a place of magic and filled with wonder. Now, it was nothing but a pile of rubble and ruin. The sky was dark, night had fallen. Everything had gone deathly quiet. So he walked and didn't stop. He didn't turn back. He wanted to leave, go somewhere that would allow him to live the rest of his life in peace. He was done with the world of magic.

He wanted to go home.

It was the next second that Harry heard the sound of a huffing snort. Startled, Harry spun around to see himself in front of a Thestral. He hadn't seen them since his fifth year, and it was still quite a shock to see the beautiful creature before. Harry stood still and silent, observing the creature yet was curious at the approach.

It nudged him in the chest, pouring the ground with its skeletal hoof. Harry was confused to say the least, but gently stroked the snout of the tall beast.

"What is it?" Harry asked curiously.

The beast nudged him again and trotted off into the Forbidden Forest. Not knowing where this would lead to, Harry took his chances and followed the creature into the forest, after all, what could be worse than battling the Dark Lord?

"Yes, what indeed." Harry froze where he stood. Pure terror washed over him like a tidal wave. He could think of why he felt this way. It wasn't a Dementor, the area was not colder than usual, but he felt a terrible shiver down his spine. Also, he hadn't been seeing any haunting memories to indicate that a Dementor was attacking him. He took deep breaths and slowly turned around, only to come face to face with the most beautiful man Harry had ever seen. Black hair was floating in an nonexistent wind. Parlor skin that glowed in the dark, but radiant night. Harry couldn't tear his emerald eyes away from the man's black eyes with silver irises. They were beautiful and unique like his own. Though the man was clearly not human, Harry couldn't help be feel-

"Calm yourself Harry James Potter, I mean no harm." His voice was like a deep musical melody that no one had heard, causing Harry to feel weak, more so than he did now.

"W-who are you?" He stuttered, knowing full well that he was helpless in his state. And as he watched the handsome man approach him, he saw the sinister look in his eyes and the deadly smirk that played on his red lips.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Harry Potter. I am Death."

"Death... W-why are you here? Have you come to take me?" Harry was scared, but also held a sort of hope. Just the thought of joining those he had lost was enough for him.

"No." Harry's mood dropped considerably when he heard this. "I am here to tell you a few things and give you an offering." Harry stared the man for a moment, very aware that the man was moving towards him but he didn't have the strength to move. Tell him a few things?

What could Death possibly tell Harry when he had done the impossible?

What offering?

Harry stopped his inner struggles when he felt himself encased in the arms of the man. Harry stiffened as an act of defense. He had always been weary of being touched, having lived with the Dursley's had caused him to feel self-cautious. But right now, he couldn't have felt more calm and relaxed in his life. He felt warm and a feeling of something heavy had been lifted from his shoulders.

It was warm.

It was peaceful.

It felt like home.

"Harry, dear little Harry... You have lived a life that no wizard, no human, should ever have to endure. I have watched you since Tom Riddle aimed Avada Kadavra at you. As you grew, you became to be a human that had a lot of potential. I saw strength in you that I had not seen in anyone else. And as time went on and the loss' you suffered and the strengths you gained... I finally knew..."

Harry didn't like where this conversation was going. It sounded as if-

"You are now the Master of Death, Harry Potter. You are now in possession of my Hallows. They have chosen you, and with that, you have a few gifts."

It seemed Fate was treating Harry Potter's life as nothing but a play thing and wanted to mess around with it so that it could end in the most eventful way.

He hated his life more than anything right now.

"Why me? I didn't want any of this." Harry gritted breathlessly, already feeling the fatigue wash over him from the battle that ended no more than an hour ago. He could feel the man smile, obviously aware of how weak Harry was feeling at the moment. But never did he feel the man known as Death pull away or loosen his embrace.

"My Hallows, as people do not know, are very much alive. They seek a master, a user with power that no one else has. They wish to have a master that is not consumed with greed, but has great power. But as they seek for one to come and claim them, they wait until their Chosen has come forth, and even though their Chosen may not accept them, the Hallows will continue to cling to their Chosen master."

"So... they were waiting for me?"

"Yes. As I have waited for you, my Hallows have been wishing for you to use them." Death smiled with a peaceful serenity thst Harry didn't know Death was capable of. This would have shocked Harry, had he not felt the fatigue and tire of it all. He simply couldn't move at all, not even if he could. Death was holding him so gently that Harry couldn't remember the last time he felt such comfort.

"What is to happen to me now?" Harry wanted to see the end. He wished for the end to come so that he may be at peace. Death seemed to notice the hope in his eyes, but returned it with a seeping sadness, but firm expression.

"I cannot let you go Harry. As my master, it is my duty... my promise, to protect you from dying. From the moment the Hallows found you, it was the beginning of your new life."

"W-what new life?" His mind was reeling. This was all too much for him, too much to think, too many questions and too many answers he wanted told. Death simply shushed him quietly, he cooed and murmured sweet reassurances.

"Calm yourself my dear Master, all is well. After everything that has happened here, you have lost everything. There is nothing here for you, Master. Your friends have passed on to join your family. The Wizarding World is safe and can deal with the affairs that are to come.

Master, leave this world. Start anew and with it, you will gain the life you deserve." Harry scoffed at the empty words that spilled from those pale lips.

"Knowing my luck, danger will always find me..." Harry drew a shallowed breath, the energy draining away from him. Death merely held on to him, and before Harry could finally fall into the peaceful darkness, he heard the one thing that ever Harry himself, had to agree with.

"Ah, but my dear little Harry... With danger, comes adeventures that no one would dare turn away..." Death gaze intently at the boy's limp form. He knew of the events that would unfold in Harry's new life. But, though Death may have wanted to, he could reveal them to his Master. So, Death would merely have to watch over his master, protect him and guide him into the life that would lead to Harry Potter's happiness.

"Harry Potter; Master of Death, most powerful and only wizard that will exist. Yes, this new life should definitely be most interesting."

What do you think of Death? Too passionate? Too soft? I would like to hear from you!

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-lostfeather1;)