Author: Black Dragon on the Rocks
Pairing: None so far, mentions of past Harry/Ginny and Steve/Peggy
Summary: Steve never thought being a good samaritan would reveal he had someone to anchor him, give him a purpose, and help him fit in the new world he had to live in. He had a son, a special 7 year old son, who was practically a mini him.
Disclaimer: I'm always forgetting to add one of these, but here it is. I don't own the Avengers, or Harry Potter. They belong to their respective owners/creators and companies that comercialize them. I do own any OC which appears on the story, and which will always be bit or secondary characters.
Warnings: NOT SLASH, Alternate Universe for both Avengers and Harry Potter, Violence, Master of Death Harry, mentions of child abuse, child neglect, and mentions of sexual abuse of a minor (nothing descriptive), Parent Steve, De-Aged Harry, Molly bashing, Ron bashing, Ginny bashing, Wizard Steve.
Timeline: Pre Avengers, Post Captain America: The First Avenger, Post The Deathly Hollows but no Epilogue (Gods I HATED it, since I am NOT a Ginevra fan).
Now according to the Marvel Cinematic Universe Wikia, Steve was born in 1918 and his father died in that year during the last of World War One. The battle of the Valkyrie took place on March 4 1945.
Steve was found on April 14 2012, regained consciousness on April 17. The Avengers met on the Helicarrier on May 3, and the Battle of New York takes place on May 4 2012.
As to the Harry Potter timeline, it remains the same for this story.
Author's Note: First of all, I'm overwhelmed by the response to this fic. It has already surpassed The Hidden Life of Steve Rogers which was supposed to be my main story, I truly was not expecting it. Thanks so much to anyone who reviewed. Responses to some of you guys will be at the end of the chapter. This is also going to be a long author note, so bare with me.
Now, sorry for the long delay with this chapter, I already had it written when I posted chapter two, but I was not quite happy with it. It was too long for one, and rather rushed, still I expected to have it corrected and ready for posting within a week. It's been a month and it was going nowhere. Add to it that two other plot bunnies had practically kidnapped the muses and… well not much got done.
There have been questions about the ethics, and human rights of Peggy giving Steve's sperm to Lily (in AO3). A similar subject in Real Life is quite polemic, as there are at least two sides to it, and it's not something I really want to get into in fanfiction.
The subject deserves a serious discussion on the points of view involved, which it isn't going to get here. This is FANFICTION people, not the real world. I am using it simply as a plot device, a way to achieve what I felt was necessary for the story to get moving. It might also later contribute to the plot, although I'm not really sure of it yet.
Yes, there are other ways I could have used to make Harry Steve's son, but I wanted to explore some of them in other stories.
Also, this fic IS NOT for Weasley fans.
At least not Molly's, Ron's, and especially not Ginevra's (I don't like her, so she's bashed, killed, or not even mentioned in any Harry Potter plot bunny or fic I write). Those three Weasleys are not good here.
I actually like Molly a lot, but I wanted to try something different, and see if I could pull off bashing a character I like. Ron I don't like much, but I don't hate him, unlike Ginevra. Years after The Deathly Hollows and I still am in denial about the Epilogue.
Please stop reading if you just can't take them being bashed. You don't like it and I won't stop doing it for this story.
Well, after such a long rant… er note let's get on with the story. Responses to some reviews at the end of the chapter.
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After the explanations, Healer Yates checked Harry to make sure he was recovering well, and told them the man-child would be able to leave SHIELD's medical the next morning. Although Harry needed to take it easy for a few days. Skele-Grow was excellent at healing broken bones, but they still needed some time to become as strong as they should be.
Harry also needed to be on an intensive Nutritional Potion regimen, plus have a special diet. The boy's body needed to recover the weight and vitamins he lost while living on the streets, and even before that. He was much thinner and smaller than he should be.
The small body had regressed to the condition he had when he was actually seven years old, the Super Soldier Serum had helped, healing it. Unfortunately living on the streets, and in foster homes where his nutritional needs were not met did not do Harry any favors despite the serum. Thankfully they were on time to avoid any long term side effects from malnutrition.
Before they left SHIELD's medical facilities Steve and Henry would have to speak with the agency's Director, Nicholas J. Fury. They needed to decide what type of security Harry would require, if any, as well as what their story would be to get the now small child the proper documents to identify himself.
Henry knew Fury, as the Master Spy had tried to recruit him for SHIELD shortly after the war, while Henry was training to become an Auror. Fury kept trying at least three times a year until Henry quit the Auror Corps when he was twenty. It was when the green eyed wizard decided law enforcement was not what he wanted to do for the rest of his life.
The young wizard got tired of chasing after the bad guys, he had been doing it for far too long. Still, SHIELD'S Director invited Henry to visit the New York offices in hope of convincing him to join the agency.
The young wizard was suitably impressed, but in the end Henry chose not to work for them. He did tell Fury he would help them if they ever had to fight a magical threat, but he did not want to chase bad guys for a living. He was added to SHIELD's surprisingly short list of consultants, along with Anthony Edward Stark also known as Iron Man.
That trip to New York City had been enlightening, and it was where Henry discovered his new passion. Technomancy. Unfortunately living in the British Wizarding World did not provide Henry with what he needed to pursue any education, magical and non, outside Great Britain.
Henry was determined to learn Technomancy, and began studying in earnest to catch up with what wizards in the USA were taught. Being the Master of Death did have some perks though, and immortality was not one of them in his book (he could die, but always had the chance to return, or to move on to other places if he wanted. He did not really see why he would want to do something like that).
One of those perks was a companion of sorts, a constant presence in his mind. He was a sentient entity Henry named Limbo because he did not really know what it actually was; and Limbo was not saying just to annoy him.
Another was a place Limbo called the In Between, which was his domain and where Harry met Dumbledore after being hit with Voldemort's Avada Kedavra. Limbo had access to all knowledge on Earth as well as beyond, and if he felt like it (or believed the Master of Death needed it), Limbo could share some of that knowledge with Henry.
With Limbo's help the young wizard was able to update his magical and muggle knowledge to be up par with the average wizard in the USA. Despite Hermione's efforts, neither she nor he had been up par with regular muggle students.
Once done, and after passing all pertinent exams, Henry finally enrolled in the MIT's technomancer program. He graduated with honors, and in less time than his class mates. All on his own merit and without any more help from Limbo.
Henry went back to Great Britain and started his own Technomancy business. It was a hit with the muggle born, most half bloods, the goblins, and vampires almost instantaneously. They had seen the benefit of using muggle technology with magic, but there was nothing like that in the British Wizarding World.
The Pure Bloods took longer to accept Technomancy, but in the end they embraced it too. It had simply become too common in other countries where the wealthy tended to travel. They found themselves at a disadvantage both socially and financially. This had not sit well with the arrogant British Pure bloods, so they worked on getting up to date.
Henry became wealthy in his own right, and was able to hire others to work for him. Mostly muggle born. He had very trusted people in charge of his business, so with more free time on his hands Henry had been able to persue other subjects he was interested in, like potions.
Healer Yates informed Captain Rogers he needed to speak with him in private before they left, and Steve needed to decide if he wanted to keep Harry by his side, or have SHIELD find him a safe place to live. They had several safe houses the boy could use, but this did not sit well with Steve Rogers.
Steve had already made his mind to keep his son by his side. He had thought less than a week ago he had lost everything he knew and cared about. But he had family now, there was someone who needed him, someone to give him a reason to keep on going and trying to fit in, someone to care about and who would hopefully return the feelings.
Back then he had had Bucky, who was practically his brother in all but blood, but it was not the same as having a child no matter how said child was conceived. He was not letting go the only blood relative he had since his mother died if he could help it. Steve just needed to confirm with Henry and Harry if they wanted to live with him; and was it not odd to be thinking about two people when there was only the body of a small child?
The I.V. and all monitors were removed in the afternoon, and an agent brought him two changes of clothes. An Iron Man pajama set, a pair of jeans, an emerald green t-shirt, a three pack of underwear and socks, as well as sneakers, all surprisingly in his size. He had changed into the pajamas, and then lunch came.
His father had remained in the room with him, and they had talked as to what they should do. Captain Rogers was quite willing to take him in, even when he felt very lost in the new century. The day they met was only his second day on his own outside of SHIELD's facilities. Harry had frowned as he heard what they had been doing to acclimate him to the 21st century.
“They are doing a shoddy job,” Henry told his father. Harry was still allowing him in control, at least until they spoke with Fury and decided what they were going to do. “Yes, you need to know the history, and have your questions about what happened then answered.
“But unless they plan to keep you secluded with no contact with the outside world while you get updated, letting you out on the world while trying to limit your exposure to modern technology isn't going to cut it.”
“I came to the same conclusion in the two days I was left on my own Henry. There's technology everywhere, and most people have their telephones practically glued to their ears. I've broken three of the things already trying to use them. It's been… disconcerting.”
~Henry, I can transfer not only what he needs to know, but also the subjects he has the ability to excel in. But your father will need to pretend he does not know as much for both your sakes.~ Limbo told him.
Limbo had been a constant companion to both wizards mental representations, offering support, comfort, and a metaphorical ear when needed. The situation the Master of Death found himself in was shockingly unique, but then Harry James Potter was known for the impossible happening to, and around, him. Limbo had also assisted whenever he could, mostly in the guise of providing information about laws and tips to help him survive while living on the streets.
~You really think we can trust him that much?~ Although Henry could feel he could.
Family was clearly important to Steve Rogers, the man had been alone since his mother died, with only his best friend Bucky by his side. Having a relative, a son, had the potential to be something the soldier would cling to to keep sane in the new life he was expected to build for himself. Family was also important for Henry as well, it was all he had ever truly wanted since he was a child.
~I only ever told Hermione about being the Master of Death.~ He informed Limbo.
“I bet it was,” Henry agreed keeping up both conversations. It was something he got quite good at since Limbo became his companion so many years ago. “I was raised by non magicals, but they did not like to take me out and this kept me rather isolated from the mundane world. So I can understand to a point.”
~And she never betrayed you.~ Limbo reassured him, not that he needed to. Hermione had been one very loyal friend to the Master of Death. ~Your father won't either Henry, he is a good man with a good heart. It's actually the reason why he was chosen to become the worlds first Super Soldier, and he has lived up to the title.~ He informed him.
~But it is Steven Grant Rogers, and not Captain America what both versions of you need,~ Limbo went on. He saw this as a great opportunity for growth for the three of them. ~He will be a caring parent for the little one, and a loyal friend/brother for you.
~On the other hand, you both are what he needs to find his place in the time he is now. Steven Rogers desperately needs to know he is not alone. He needs to know there is more to life in this century than duty to his country. He needs a friend, a mentor, and a protector. You're older and more experienced than he is Henry, and can provide those for him.~
“I wish I could have done something to keep those monsters from hurting you Henry,” Steve said saddly, and wished he could also make them pay for hurting his family. “No child deserves to be hurt by the people supposed to protect, and take care of them.”
Steve had seen first hand some parents deal terrible punishments to their kids in his time. He had seen children terribly scarred by their fathers and mothers, but no one said a thing. Parents were allowed to dicipline their children any way they saw fit back then.
He remembered clearly there had been some kids he knew who had actually been killed by their parents, and those monsters did go to jail, but it had been too late for the children. At least from what Healer Yates said there were laws to stop those monsters. It was a point in favor of the 21st century, and Steve was glad it existed even if it clearly was not perfect.
~OK, so what do you propose? Should I Apparate us to KC?~ He could Apparate to his Realm, which he also called the In Between. Normally one had to either be at death's door, or actually dead to access the Realm. But those he personally transported alive, remained alive, if he brought them back.
The In Between was the place between life and death, and it varied for each soul, hence the name Henry gave it. He called it KC for short, because it looked like an empty King's Cross train station most of the time. It had been known to change its looks from time to time, or to provide him with other locations according to his needs.
Time in KC flowed differently, and Henry had yet to find an explanation for it, since Limbo did not want to tell him. It did not matter how long he stayed over there (and Henry was sure he had been 'up' there for years at one point). So no one was any wiser when he Apparated to KC in the middle of a conversation to look for information, it simply happened too fast for people, technology, or magic to be any wiser. Henry did have to learn to keep acting as if he had never left though.
“There was nothing you could do Steve, and we both know you would have if you could.” They had agreed on using first names for the time being. Harry might want to call him something else, like Dad, later on; but Henry did not think he could. “But you were lost in the Artic long before I was conceived. Besides, it was a long time ago for me, and I took therapy to deal with their abuse. I've moved on, and my experience has helped Harry.”
~I believe a mental connection will be beneficial for all three of you.~ Limbo suggested.
~Are you certain? Isn't it a bit invasive? We wouldn't have much privacy.~
Harry was not sure why it was a good idea, although admittedly, he had little knowledge of mental connections. They were not considered part of the Mind Arts for some reason. None of the books he had read actually had any explanations as to why it was that way. But then, Wizard kind was not the most logical of the sentient beings.
“It still does not make it right for those people to have hurt you and not be made responsible for their actions.” It really bothered him, and it was a certainty a few punching bags would met their demise as soon as he could spend some time in the gym. In the few days since he was 'thawed', Steve discovered they were a good object to be on the receiving end of his frustration, and anger. “It is not right they got away scott free.”
~I can make sure you all keep the privacy of your own thoughts.~ Limbo reassured him.
~Well, in that case, go on. Why do you think we need a mental connection?~
“It isn't,” he agreed, “but there is not much either you or I can do about it. I've moved on Steve, and that I guess is justice in its own right. I did not let them ruin me. I am what I am because of them, and I like to think I came out all right despite all their efforts to the contrary.”
~It will allow you to communicate without having to take over young Harry. You and your father can have adult conversations without involving the little guy. It will keep you sane Henry, since you don't have a body anymore, and it will drive home the fact he will never be alone for Captain Rogers.
~Your father has issues Henry, he is a soldier, and in his mind he was in a war less than a week ago. He sacrificed himself and lived. You understand what it is like because you have been there, and you learnt how to deal with everything resulting from participating in a war. You can help him move on.
~Then there is little Harry. He knows now not all adults are out to hurt him, but you are not physically able to take care of him. The little guy will benefit enourmously from having a couple of adults around who can keep him safe, even if one is just in his mind. A father, and an older brother or an uncle.~
“You've gone quiet Henry, something wrong?” Steve enquired after the young boy had been lost in thought for a few minutes. It looked like he was having a serious mental argument with himself or between both versions of himself?
“Ah, no no, nothing wrong,” Harry said distractedly. “Just… Thinking.” He bit his lip unsure what to do, a habit he had never been able to get rid off, then decided Limbo would not have suggested it if he did not trust Steve Rogers.
“I have a way to catch you up on all you missed in less than a day.” Steve's eyebrows rose almost to his hairline. “I can only do this for you because we are related, and you are a good man with a good heart. This must be kept a secret for both our protection, so you'll have to play dumb for several months, while I pretend to catch you up on things.”
Steve looked at his… son's very serious expression. It was still the thirty-one year old version speaking, and while he had not said it aloud, he could feel it might be a life and death situation. Henry was asking if he could keep an act for long.
Steve was sure most people in these modern times would say he could not. But if someone would have asked Bucky, Peggy, Howard, or Colonel Phillips they would say absolutely. As far as he could tell, history had painted Captain America as this paragon of wholesomeness, righteousness, patriotism, believed him incapable of lying, and made him practically a saint.
People forgot he was as human as the next guy. He had actually lied in his recruitment forms about his name (although he ended registering with the real one), his place of birth, and his real age (Steve was actually seventeen when he got accepted for Project: Rebirth, with only Bucky the wiser). He actually forged his birth certificate. He was not proud of it, far from it, but it had to be done if he wanted to join the army. Not that it really helped.
Steve had also lied about his father's death. Joseph Rogers had indeed fought in the first World War, but he did not die then. He had been a good man before he left for the war, unfortunately he returned home too physically and emotionally damaged. He had been shot on the head and had indeed been exposed to some Mustard Gas, so it was a miracle he survived and managed to return home.
Joseph Rogers became prone to violent fits of anger, which ended with him becoming an abusive, violent drunk who died drowned in his own vomit when Steve was seven. He had thought then making his father more heroic would help him get recruited, it did not. But now, nearly seventy years later people never found out the truth.
At first everyone thought he had been an actor hired by the USO to portray Captain America on stage, in movies, and in the many social functions he had to appear. The public and the press had initially wondered why he was not fighting in the front lines with the other fit men.
He had actually received intensive acting coaching to make Captain America as believable as posible. While Steve Rogers could not string two coherent sentences when speaking to dames, Captain America could charm them into buying as many War bonds as they could. He had even been coached in how to deal with the press, but thankfully that was not something he had to do often.
Steve portrayed a confident and experienced soldier, a leader and a hero. He had not been one back then. Not until he went AWOL and rescued the 107th as well as the others from that HYDRA base. It was only then when he received full training in several disciplines, and the SSR discovered Steve was much more intelligent than they, and he, originally believed. To make things better his memory was photographic, and it had always been. Then let's not forget the fact he had kept the existence of the Wizarding World quiet since he learnt about it.
“Do you know if this room secure enough to talk freely?” He spared a look to the glass door, although he was sure there were now thingamagigs capable of spying on them without being obvious.
~The room is secure now Henry,~ Limbo told him, ~but it won't be for very long. Someone is making their way through the ventilation system as we speak. Tell your father to sit on the bed with you and tell you, or read you, a bedtime story.
~You will pretend to fall asleep, and not long later so should he. Your father has to be touching you, so I can induce a trance and bring your minds to the In Between Realm. Dinner is also coming, afterwards would be a good time, I will explain everything once you're both safe in the In Between.~
“For the time being. I knew they would spy on us, this is not the first time I've come across SHIELD, so I fried their surveillance equipment when I switched places with Harry. But it won't be for long. One of the many agents SHIELD has is making his way here through the vents as we speak,” he informed his father.
“Then we will have to wait until you are discharged,” he said sparing a look to the two vents in the room. One did look big enough for a man to hide in them. He was also curious as to what kind of… technology SHIELD was using to spy on them. There had been some interesting things back in his time which Howard created.
“There's no need Steve. I have a way to establish a mental connection between us so we can speak freely, and with no one the wiser, but you need to be in contact with me to initiate the connection for the first time.”
“A mental connection?” Steve looked interested. “How would that work?” He had met a set of American twin witches during the war, although he rarely got to work with them.
The twin witches shared such a connection, one was a Warder, the other a Curse Breaker and they had complemented each other. The O'Reilly twins had been incredibly good at dismantling HYDRA Wards.
Henry proceeded to tell his father what they needed to do; as well as the fact he would allow Harry to be in control for that part. It would do the small boy a world of good to experience what it was like to have a parent read to him. No one had done it before that he could remember.
Dinner arrived only a few minutes later, as well as the spy in the vent. As agreed little Harry was in charge, and he asked quite a few questions about Steve's life before the Super Soldier Serum. He was a curious little thing, who wanted to know his father, and Steve was quite willing to oblige the little guy as well as get to know him.
After Harry was done eating he was sent to shower and get ready for bed. He came out from the bathroom five minutes later dripping wet. He was not allowed longer showers at the Dursley, to use soap, or anything else but an extremely ratty towel to dry himself. Henry told him it was fine to take longer, use hot water, soap, and to wash thoroughly. The small boy was not fully convinced it was allowed, and so he did as he was used to.
Steve got a glimpse on just how awfully neglectful and emotionally abusive his son's guardians had been, and it made him seethe. He never killed if he could help it, but the Dursleys he would not have any regrets in removing from the face of the Earth for what the did to his son. Unfortunately they were already dead.
His first lesson in parenting, and Harry's in being a normal boy with a caring father, came when Steve marched his small son back into the bathroom and ensured the boy took a proper shower WITH hot water, plenty of soap, and made good use of the utilitarian towels SHIELD provided. He even reminded his small son to wash behind his ears much like his own mother used to do to him when he was a kid.
With Harry squeaky clean, probably for the first time since James and his Mum died, Steve helped him towel dry his unruly mop of hair. Then both settled on the bed. It was a bit awkward at first, until they found a comfortable position. Steve on his back with Harry curled on his side.
Instead of a story, since there were no children books in the room, Steve chose to sing a few of the lullabies his mother used to sing to him as a child. They were in Irish Gaelic, his parents mother tongue, and which he still spoke fluently. Limbo took care of transferring the knowledge to Harry so the boy understood what his father was singing to him.
Steve had a very nice singing voice, although he had rarely allowed anyone to hear him sing. Initially it had been because his asthma did not leave him much breath to sing, later it simply was because he was shy, and his rather low self esteem. Bucky and his siblings had probably been the only ones to ever heard him sing besides his mother.
Little Harry fell asleep with a huge smile and tears in his eyes. He could not remember ever been sung to sleep, although his mother, and probably James had done it when he was a baby. Steve's own eyes were misty as well and he held his boy close, as he carded his fingers through the messy mop of hair. Soon, he too was asleep.
Note._ While I'm following the MCU timeline, I decided to add a few twists of my own. The 'official' documents Steve used to enlist follow that timeline, so he's supposed to be 26, nearly 27.
In reality my Steve (I love the sound of that, unfortunately he isn't truly mine, sigh) is about to turn 20. The hard life he lived, the Super Soldier Serum, and his experiences during the war have helped him be more mature than some guys his age, and Tony Stark of course.
www1990www: Dr. Strange won't even exist in this Universe because there are actual, true magic wielding humans, and also because I know next to nothing about him. I have not read any of the comics, or seen the cartoons, and only base my stories on the movies.
There won't be any other member of the Marvel Universe which has not appeared in the Captain America (1 & 2), Iron Man (1, 2 & 3) , Avengers (1, no Age of Ultron), Thor (1) movies, and there might be the posibility of adding Spider-Man (the Webb movies) but I haven't decided yet; or perhaps Agents of SHIELD, but I've only seen about half of the first season, I need to catch up.
Orange3WhiteSkew: I too wish there was a way to protect children from physical and sexual abuse. It's terrible something so awful happens to innocent children. Unfortunately the most we can do is raise the voice against it, warn the kids about it, and make people aware as well as less indolent on the subject.
If any of you see a child being hurt, don't keep quiet, report it to the pertinent authorities in your country. You might be saving the kid's life.
TammaraG: Hermione's children will not feature in the story, but there will be a mention later on as to what happened to them, just not yet.
Linda Lu: Yes, this takes place before he Avengers. To make things clear, Harry's full name is Henry James Potter, Harry is just a nickname/pet name for anyone named Henry.
The two versions of him needed to have different names as to not get anyone (and themselves) confused. So I'll be using Henry for the older version, and Harry for the younger (even though technically both are Henrys). As to your other questions, well, they will be answered as the plot moves on.