A/N: This is one of the 3 stories getting updates. It is this one, my new story Son of Who Now?, and 2kNaruto. Why those stories? My discord chat voted on them. If you want to see a specific story get an update, join the server and vote. Stuff the ballot box with your burner accounts, I don't care.

"We are here today to pay our tribute and our respect to a boy, no a man with pure heart, our brother in arms and sprits, Harry James Potter. Not only have people from this congregation and community gathered but those from all around the world. However, it is not just the people from foreign countries, who have come to pay their respects, but the Ministers as well. The leaders of our country and many foreign countries, Ministers who have respected what Harry Potter meant to the world.

But let us not dwell on the leaders, as we have many people loved him as a friend. To know Harry James Potter was to love him. He cared not of himself, but the people around him, as a truly good person would. His life was short but fulfilling in its own way. He touched the lives of many, and no one will truly ever forget him.

Now, before I hand the reigns over to some of his friends, who would like to say their own words. Open your ears and allow me to share with you some parting words in a situation like this.

Death leaves a heartache that no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. As you comprehend this profound loss, let yourself cry knowing each tear is a note of love rising to the heavens above.

Although it's difficult today to see beyond the sorrow, maybe looking back in memory help comfort you tomorrow, If the future seems overwhelming, remember that it comes one moment at a time"

Nobody clapped as the Ministry Wizarding Official finished his words.

From the moment that the Daily Prophet came out proclaiming Harry's death, all of Hogwarts had felt that the report was fake. The entirety had waited the rest of the day, waiting for Harry to come storming into the castle, a goofy expression on his face.

"Please, I will die when I feel like it" was along the lines that he would say to Fleur and she would get to tell him, how she felt. He had already confessed his own feelings for her, and she would be more than willing to return the favor. But, that moment never arrived, as Harry didn't come storming into the castle. Harry didn't come laughing off the story of his supposed death.

No, instead his body had been recovered and identified as an exact match for Harry James Potter. The wand from the report, was also confirmed as Harry James Potter's wand. Harry didn't come forward saying it was all a joke and Hermione was not able to confess her feelings. No, instead she received an invitation in person from Headmaster Albus Dumbledore about attending and speaking at Harry's funeral.

At the moment, that is where she was, dressed in black like everyone else. Hermione watched the ministry go first (Hermione would be going after, and Dumbledore would close after the two of them) take the podium and noticed that the ministry official looked as bad as she did.

Hermione was pale, to the point that she looked sick. She enough bags under her eyes to travel the world, her hair in a messy bun. She also wore black, and it highlighted her how pale she really was.

"Thank you for the warm words sir" Hermione stated as she thanked short man. She turned and stood at the podium, as she started to address the crowd.

"To be completely honest, I am not sure where to start with this. I didn't imagine that the result of the 3rd task would be this. Harry was confident that he could win, and with the type of wizard that he was, I had no doubts about his chances. It is hard to think of Harry without thinking of the time that we spent together.

We actually weren't friends at first nor for the first couple of weeks of school. Someone had said some nasty things to me, and I was crying in the bathroom. A troll had broken into the school and I was the only one who didn't know. Knowing that I didn't know, Harry rushed off to tell me about the danger. He actually locked the troll in the bathroom with me before he realized what he had did. He opened the door and somehow ended on the things back and shoved his wand up the Troll's nose.

We've been friends ever since then, down right inseparable besides some normal fighting among friends. In our second year, he slayed a Basilisk, not just because it was a massive danger to everyone in the school and it had a hostage, but he told me "You will never be allowed to harm the people I care about while I can do something about it". At the time, I was petrified, frozen in time and unaware of anything. Harry took exception to a snake doing that.

In our third year, he drove over 100 Dementors away because they could have harmed us, and he didn't want that to be a possibly. It was then that I realized that Harry was truly in a class of his own, as his Patronus was something to really behold. I was then curious to see what Harry would do next.

This year, we all watched him outfly a dragon, save people from the black lake, and then win the tournament at the cost of his life. I still can't process that Harry is still gone, because he was never one to let anything hold him down.

I feel that we were robbed of the chance to watch one of the greatest wizards that the world would ever know, never get to show you why he is one of the greatest. Harry was more than the Boy Who Lived to me, he was my best friend, the person I trusted with my life. He is the brother that I never got to have, and I hope now that he is free.

Free of the nagging pressure that you all put on him since he survived the killing curse on that Halloween, all those years ago. You all seemed to forget that Harry is famous for surviving what his parents did not, he would have given up all of his money and fame to talk to his parents, to just meet them. He is free of the constant shifting public opinion that followed his every waking moment. He was the savior of the world one moment, and the next the darkest wizard to ever breath to you people.

Most of all, Harry is free of everything negative on this world. People shalt to use, market, exploit a child for their own purposes. Now, he doesn't have to deal with your every changing opinion, the people who want to use him for his fame, and he is free of all his burdens. I'm not sure if there is an afterlife or a heaven, but Harry deserves the best. And I know that there will not be a single day that I will not miss him. Not a single day, I wouldn't wonder what Harry would do in my situation.

The emotions here are high and I know that I've just say something about Harry that nobody else has mentioned and will admit. To all of the people here, Harry didn't know you or disliked you. I am not going to get up here and lie to the mass public like Harry Potter was a saint. I watched him attack first and ask questions later, I've seen him ruthlessly attack people over the toast rack at breakfast.

He stunned the first two, and then one of the others knocked the toast of his hand and he broke all of their legs. Legs were broken over warmed up bread, not exactly the actions of a saint. No, Harry was person who was mostly just tired of the people around him. His dream for the future was to move somewhere where nobody knew his name and start a family. He didn't care for the people who tried to smear his name. He really didn't care for the people who attacked him verbally or with spells. He only cared about his friends, the few of us that there were.

If Harry were still alive, he wouldn't like that so many of you showed up to his funeral, he certainly wouldn't like the way that people are portraying him to be. Harry was a selfish, smart, powerful wizard who cared about few, he wasn't this mystical warrior, defeating evil and protecting the good. He was a 14-year boy who was tired and simply wanted to be happy. Do not dishonor who he actually was with the fairy tale book version of who you wanted him to be. I knew the real Harry Potter, how many of you can honestly say the same?

All that is left to say, is goodbye Harry, it was a pleasure knowing you, I hope that one day I see you on the other side, because we'll have a lot to catch up on."

Hermione had tears flowing as she finished speaking from her heart. Her face was twisted into a frown as her eyes turned puffy and red. She walked over to coffin that held Harry's charred remains and kissed it before she left the stage and the funeral all together, unable to take any more of the pain she felt.

She had spoken with such fire, that nobody interrupted her, no one tried to correct her, and no one brought up that they were at a funeral. After she finished, she returned to her seat and watch Dumbledore rise and move to address the crowd for the last time.

"We've had two speakers who have shared their perspectives of what one Harry James Potter was. A public figure who the general public adores and misses and a caring friend and apparently a jerk with a soft spot for certain people. I had a different perspective than either of them. To me, Harry was more than a boy who survived the killing curse when his parents did not. He was more than just another student to walk through the halls of Hogwarts.

No, Harry Potter was the future of our society, the next leader of the next generation. Harry was different from your average student, and not just in terms of power. Harry was always up for the challenges in life, he never stopped moving forward. He explored the library, the school grounds, and the depths of his own magic.

Harry understood who he was as a person, what he could and could not do. He was developing the social understandings of being a leader, growing and maturing before my very eyes. I have seen hundreds, no thousands of students cross the doors of this school, but none of them had what Harry had.

Harry naturally cared about the people, even if he grew to dislike them. That wasn't who he was, it was who he was made into. Harry wanted to save people, even if meant that his safety couldn't be guaranteed. He outgrew this as his power grew, able to tackle issues at any place and time. Harry grew in terms of power, skill, and ability, not because he wanted to. But because it was needed of him, with the tasks that laid ahead of him.

Harry wasn't just a person, or a celebrity, he was a symbol. Harry was the hope that was left in the world, he was something that could not be denied. That is what I wish to impart on you, do not grieve Harry because he is lost, you should celebrate the life that he lived because of what he stood for.

I plan on being a better person because I will stand by what he stood for. I urge you to try and maximize your own potential, because Harry strove to be the best that he can be, and you should as well. I will try to make the world, a place where we will not need a Harry Potter to remind us of the things that we value in life.

I want to help make a world where no children have to live like Harry, without their parents. I want to create a world, where there are no children who have to hold up the weight of the world. I plan on making a world, where we don't need a Harry Potter to take care of our issues. For Harry Potter, I will help build a world in which we don't have to bury any children ever again. "

Some thought that Dumbledore's speech was a more of a campaign speech than anything else, although it was a bit touching how honest the old man had been. After that, the speaking portion was over, and the erecting of the tomb was done.

It was a tall Marble Tomb, that read;

Harry James Potter
July 31st, 1980 - June 24th, 1995

Whoever has brought me here, has brought me home

Dumbledore was lifted from the memory of burying the Harry Potter of this world just in time for the one that he summoned from another world to knock on the door to his office. He had enough on his mind without thinking about his biggest source of guilt. He had failed time and time again, first with his sister. Then with his friend Gellert, there had literally been a war that Gellert started and what had he done? Stick his head in the sand and wait for it to pass, he waited to long and it was on his doorstep before he took action. And now Harry Potter, 14 years old and nothing more. Dumbledore knew that James and Lily would be disappointed him, he was disappointed in himself. Harry Potter sat in a tomb on the school's ground and also had just entered his office and took a seat across from him. He couldn't afford to fail Harry twice, he had to be better.

"You look well for a man who just fought Tom" said Harry as his eyes gave Dumbledore a once over, looking over the perfectly healthy headmaster. The older man was back to perfect health despite the wounds that Tom had left him with.

"I have recovered, it has been an eventual last couple of days" admitted Dumbledore, "But you'll find that Madam Pomfrey can heal just about anything"

Harry nodded in agreement, she was known as one of the best in the world back home. It would make a lot of sense that she was still one of the best in the world.

"So, where do we go from here?" asked Harry

"We need to plan an attack, I had Sirius sent over the locket that you said was vital to Tom's plans and I must say Harry, while the piece of Jewelry is rather nice, I fail to see how it helps Tom" said Dumbledore as he pulled Slytherin's locket from a drawer in his desk and placed it in front of Harry.

Harry allowed the Elder Wand to slide out of his sleeve and into his hand before he washed the locket with magic, frowning as he realized that Dumbledore was correct. The locket no longer contained a hallow echo of Tom's soul, it was empty. There was a lingering touch of darkness over the locket, but it was a far cry from the disgusting nature of a Horcrux.

"What about the ring?" asked Harry

"The ring is the stone like you said, but it also had the same feeling as the locket, it seems that whatever Tom has done, he has reclaimed all of the pieces of his soul" said Dumbledore.

Harry bit his lip, "He's going off script as far as I'm concerned"

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, "Things have been chaotic to say the least, it seems that bringing you here has not made things as easy as I had hoped, I'm sorry Harry"

"I brought my own issues here" admitted Harry, "I'm going to pop over to Diagon Alley, is that ok?"

"I trust you to take care of yourself Harry, but don't go looking for trouble" said Dumbledore

Harry scoffed in mock disbelief "Trouble finds me sir"

Dumbledore chuckled and Harry departed the office, making his way down stairs, through the hallways, and out the castle. He walked through the gates that opened for him and closed behind him.

But he didn't pop over to the alley like he told Dumbledore, he was actively looking for trouble this one time in his life. He popped into the cemetery near Riddle Manor and waited. His presence would trigger the alarm that Tom had sent up here. Harry was not disappointed when there was a series of cracks and Tom and his band of misfits appeared around Harry.

"Harry Potter, come to die?" asked Tom

"Yeah from boredom of these speeches that you love to give Thomas" said Harry

Tom crackled a laugh and lightning split the sky, storm clouds formed overhead and a light flurry of snow started to fall, Harry willed the air around his body to grow warmer and while the death eaters shivered, Tom and Harry remained perfectly comfortable.

"I think we should both bow Harry, this is it. A final duel between two of the greatest to ever walk the planet" suggested Tom in a mock parody of politeness

"I think Hogwarts should have Fridays off from class

"I said, bow," Tom said, raising his wand and Harry felt his spine curve as though a huge, invisible hand were bending him ruthlessly forward, and the Death Eaters laughed harder than ever. Harry felt his brain squeeze as the memory of him doing something similar to him back in his home world ran through his head. The place where his scar had been gave a soft phantom throb and his eyes turned a glowing green, and remained the color this time.

"Very good," said Tom softly, and as he felt the pressure bearing down upon Harry lifted by Harry's angry pulse of magic.

"And now you face me, like a man . . . straight-backed and proud, the way your father died. And now, we duel."

Harry raised his head and looked at Tom, red eyes meeting green eyes, and the death eaters gasped as Tom flinched.

Harry flicked his wand and waves after waves of confringo's exploded out of his wand. Tom summoned a shield that lasted all of 3 seconds before Harry's spell overwhelmed it and shattered it. Tom deflected it before he sent a multiple bone breaking spells at Harry.

Ducking under a spell, Harry launched whatever spells that popped into his head "transmogrify, Bombarda, Bombarda, Afflicto, Defodio"

Tom dodged the first spell, deflected the second spell into the third spell, shielded the fourth spell, and the fifth spell pierced his shield and scratched his cheek. Tom returned fire with a lot of killing curses, a couple bone breaking curses, and an organ destroying curse. Harry's magic made the air vibrate as he deflected what he could, dodged what he needed to, and absorbed whatever he couldn't deflect or dodge.

Harry stood panting, his red eyes tired and his magic draining as fast as his body could replace it. Tom had a massive advantage over Harry, he was older and thus developed. His magical pool was deeper, bigger, and thicker. His spells came out faster and were stronger than Harry's.

The only reason that Harry was keeping up was because Tom was still adjusting to his new body nd the elder wand amplifying his own magic. His magic was just a fraction slower, his strength wavered from spell to spell, from slightly stronger than Harry's to completely overwhelming.

Finally, Tom hit Harry with a spell that ended the stalemate. Tom raised his wand, and before Harry could do anything to defend himself, before he could even move, he had been hit again by the Cruciatus Curse. The pain was so intense, so all-consuming, that he no longer knew where he was. White-hot knives were piercing every inch of his skin, his head was surely going to burst with pain, he was screaming more loudly than he'd ever screamed in his life and then as fast as the pain started, it stopped. Harry rolled over and scrambled to his feet; he was shaking as uncontrollably as Wormtail had done when his hand had been cut off; he staggered sideways into the wall of watching Death Eaters, and they pushed him away, back toward Tom.

"A little break," said Tom, the slit-like nostrils dilating with excitement, "A little pause. That hurt, didn't it, Harry? You don't want me to do that again, do you?"

"Crucio!" shouted Harry as he hit Tom in the middle of his mad rant with the spell that caused unbelievable pain.

Nobody was sure what to do when Tom dropped to the ground, twitching and spasming with pain. Harry let up for a second before reapplying the unforgivable curse. Stopping the curse for good, Harry watched Tom shake like a leaf in the wind.

"A little break," said Harry, his tone filled with a mocking tone as he repeated Tom's line to him, "A little pause. That hurt, didn't it, Tom? You don't want me to do that again, do you?"

That was apparently the wrong thing to say as Harry was knocked off of his feet and onto his back by some kind wave of magic. Tom climbed to his feet and summoned Harry but his shoes.

Standing over the younger male, Tom sneered at Harry.

"I don't understand why you continue to fight in the face of unwinnable odds. Give up Harry, give up and I will grant you a small piece of mercy and I will send you to meet your parents. What a gift that would be from me to you, one orphan to another. It is the thing that I am sure that you've wanted your entire life, give in and I can make it happen."

"The only thing giving in around here, is my stamina after I defeat you guys and celebrate with your followers' daughters" spat out Harry.

Tom looked at Harry, the boy who lived, and shook his head.

"Classy Harry, you truly were in a class of your own."

"I think that you could have applied Tom, you could have been the class's transfer student."

"You know Harry, despite everything that has gone on today, I will miss this little back and forth, nobody will hold a place in my heart for such verbal banter as you did. Unfortunately, I still have to kill you, can't let you and your riskless mouth inspire one of the dumber of my followers to get any ideas about how to address me."

"Yeah, that's probably for the best, Tom. No offense, but some questionable blood lines and incest-based blood purifying methods, you don't exactly have the sharpest knifes in the crayon box"

"I believe it is time that we finished what we started here today."

"I couldn't agree more Harry"

Wind swirled around both of them, a storm cloud brewing above head.

Tom raised his wand and began to cast curses and spells at Harry.

Harry deflected the bone breakers and blood boilers back at Tom, summoning bits and pieces of earth to jump into the way of Killing curse.

Tom made a hand motion and several death eaters banished some of the destroyed tombstones at Harry.

Harry shield against the pieces of stone, but no magical shield would stop the storm of killing curses that Tom and his followers unleashed on him.

Harry had nowhere to run, no place to hide, and no ability to stop all of the curses that were coming his way. Finally, old snake face managed to aim one perfectly, at the center of Harry's chest as he was pinned down to a single location.

The killing curse tore right through Harry's shield and continued on towards his chest. Tom smiled evilly at the sight of the deadly curse about to end his biggest foe's life. Harry looked at the curse and the world seemed to stop. The curse was within a foot of hitting Harry, when it started to warp off to Harry's left before wrapping around Harry and sling shotting at a Death Eater. Tom watched with an amazingly shocked face as the sure fire way to kill someone, refused to hit its target.

"WHAT?! THERE IS NO WAY THAT YOU SHOULD STILL BE ALIVE!" Roared Tom, his anger getting the best of him. His magic flared out and several patches of fire came into existence, due to sheer magic alone, an impressive feat for a man whose magic was closer to ice than anything.

As Harry tried to contain the massive firestorms that Tom was summoning, he was unable to notice that runes where being written all around a wide area that contained him.

As the runes were finished being carved into the ground, Harry watched Tom snarl and noticed the shift in the mood of the fight. It had gone from extremely angry and deadly to Tom was now happy and deadly.

"I want you to know Potter, that no matter what you do, you'll never escape this place. I wish I could have done this in Godric's Hollow. That way you would be lain to rest with your parents. It would have symbolic to kill you where you stripped me of my powers and body."

"You know Tom, you keep saying that you're going to kill me, but it has yet to happen. If I had a dollar for every death causing spell that you cast, I could afford to but the Malfoy's manor. I mean, with the way that you aim, it is a wonder that you managed to kill anyone."

Somehow, Tom didn't take the bait that Harry laid for him. Instead, he simply took a couple of steps backwards and pointed his wand at Harry.

Harry sucked in all the air in the graveyard, Tom grasped at his throat, his lungs begging for air and Harry stopped it as he dropped to his knees and coughed, the harsh act ripping up his throat and his mouth was coated with the red penny tasting liquid.

A circular dome buzzsaw sharp wind shot out from Harry's body and a couple of the slower death eaters were too slow to avoid the sharp wind that sliced them into pieces. Tom was able to pop in and out of the way of the wind and he looked at Harry with a tilted head.

"You've grown up so much, but you're still playing the hero like a fool Potter" said Tom

Harry climbed back to his feet as a bone breaking curse warped around his form, his magic refusing to allow such curse to hit him.

"Do you ever get tired of these rants?" asked Harry

Harry's aura blanketed the entire area as he laid waste to everything in sight. Tom was forced onto his back foot as he was forced to defend himself from Harry, his once superior magic seemingly being surpassed by Harry in the blink of an eye.

Tom watched as Harry picked apart his shields, his attacks never making it to Harry as he either deflected or simply allowed the spell to wrap around his body and shoot at one of the death eaters. Finally, all of the help that Tom had brought with him was killed and it was only Harry and Tom in the graveyard, well them and a bunch of corpses.

Tom slashed his wand at Harry but rather than Harry's magic bending the spell around him, the spell simply passed through him.

"I ... i am jealous of whatever this *Tom gestured with his wand at Harry* newfound ability is" admitted Tom

Then Harry vomited a puddle of blood as his body glowed a shimmering silvery color

"Maybe not" said Tom as he looked on with disgust

Harry body shook as he struggled to breath and he looked at the wrist band that was crumbling to dust before he released more blood filled bile onto the ground.

"You .. you ok?" asked Tom, as the form of Harry became translucent before he disappeared all together leaving Tom very much confused.

Harry crashed down onto a table and his body spasmed as he felt his eyes grow heavier. His body felt so cold and yet there was a puddle of warmth where he was laying.

It was only with his last conscious thought that he realized that it was a pool of his own blood.

A/N: And scene

Harry has come to the conclusion that things are vastly different than before, but as he fades in and out of the world, he also is realizing there are other things amiss as well.

More to come in the next chapter as things will start to make sense sooner than later. Also this story is about half way done at this point. I might be interested in doing a Harry Potter/Marvel fic but I dunno if yall are going to be interested in that. Let me know if you are.

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