Another World (Avengers and Harry Potter crossover)

I

Harry P.O.V.

I was curled up in a ball at Grimmauld Place. I was crying so hard that the bed was soaked. All my friends, my second family all believed the lie that Amos Diggory made.

I could hear shouting outside and I knew it was the rally group saying that I should be executed.

Suddenly the noise stopped. I went to the window to see that they were leaving. I sighed in relief. At least I won't have to deal with them.

I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how skinny I was. I haven't eaten for days and my eyes were red from crying. Suddenly I heard knocking. Who would want to see me?

"Harry?" That voice, that dreamy voice.

Luna. I ignored her but she decided to let herself in. I didn't mind actually I was happy. Luna was one of the few.

No.

Literally the only one who still believed in me.

"Harry, are you ok" I looked at her to see that she was already st the doorway

" I-I'm sorry f-for not l-letting you i-in" I apologized while stuttering from not using my voice for a long time

"Ssssh" She said while putting her fingers to my lips. "You don't need to apologize"

"The r-rally group?" I asked her noticing the silence outside

"I shooed them away, though the nargles told me they will come back" I smiled slightly at her

"They always do" I muttered

"Harry, if you want, we could go away" she said out of the blue while looking at something above me. I looked at her as if she had two faces.

"What do you mean? I'm basically wanted" I said, stating the obvious. What in the world could she be thinking?

"No no" she assured me, her eyes finding it's way onto mine

"Like go away. Out of the wizarding world" she finished, smiling at me. I opened my mouth to argue with her but for a moment I considered it. It would be nice

"That would be great but where" I asked her still doubting this idea

"The nargles told me a place" she said, her smile never leaving her face

"Where?" I asked curiously

"New York" Luna said it as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. IN that moment, I felt my jaw drop

"But that's so far!" I exclaimed. Where in the world would Luna get the money to go to New York?

"We could get a portkey" she said shrugging. I raised an eyebrow at this

"We?" I asked suspiciously 

"I could get a portkey" Luna corrected herself, her smile falling slightly

"How? Plus we need an international portkey" I stated more problems with this idea. It's nice but well, it seems impossible

"I work at the ministry. They would surely do me a favor" She said cheerfully I got lost in thought again. That seemed to end the list of problems for this. I sighed meeting Luna's eyes.

"Ok"She seemed to brighten up at this. 

Luna got up and with one last glance she left

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At Avengers Tower
Nick Fury P.O.V.

I was scrolling through all the files in the basement and saw a file with a label wizard? I took the file and read it

(The file)

Name:Harry James Potter

Family:

 James Potter(deceased)

Lily Potter(deceased)

Petunia Dursley

Vernon Dursley

Dudley Dursley

Allies:

Hermione Jean Granger

Ronald Bilius Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Ginerva Molly Weasley(Girlfriend)

Luna Lovegood

The Weasleys

(And more)

Info:

Spotted at Switzerland while being badly injured

Walked through a wall at King's Cross

(And more again)

I raised an eyebrow looking at his file. 

He lost both parents, endured abuse at his Aunt and Uncle, was seen badly injured at many times and he's just seventeen! I looked at the picture pinned at the file

The picture looked like he was still in school. 8th or 9th grade maybe? But the weird thing is his uniform. I have never saw his kind for uniform. 

Many other people were also spotted with this kind of uniform. I've tried my research and I saw absolutely no school with this kind of uniform.

Do they have a secret organization? If they have we must stop it. I don't care if it's good or not. I need to investigate in this mater even more.

 I called Romanoff to assemble the avengers but decided to deal with it myself. I mean what's so bad about a boy?