Chapter 140 - My CO Stash #40 - Who’s This White Kid by Flameraiser (HarryPotterXMCU) (1/2)
-Not a SI fic but a CO fic~ Post Harry Potter seemingly de-aged and tossed to the MCU, precisely to a forest near Wakanda!
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Sypnosis: Harry wakes up in a strange jungle seemingly de-aged and without his wand. He has to figure out how to live in this whole new environment that he has seemingly warped to. And what the hell is a Wakanda? First few chapters will be about entry into the world and not much else. Obviously takes place in the Avengers universe. Will primarily use the MCU as a reference.
Rated: M
Words: 56K
Posted on: fanfiction.net/s/13095858/1/Who-s-This-White-Kid (Flameraiser)
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Chapter 1
”What the f_u_c_k?”
Harry looked down at his body. His hands look extremely small. In fact, his hands looked like a child's hands. Upon further investigation, he discovered the rest of his body was also suffering from this optical phenomenon. It would also appear that he was not wearing any clothes, which was a tad concerning.
He reached his hand back and scratched his head in thought. Was this a spell, or perhaps a result of some magical experiment gone wrong? He would almost believe this was some sort of prank from George if he hadn't been on a separate continent from the man for several years now.
As he looked, he finally processed that he seemed to be in some type of jungle. This was not so worrying, he had been in several jungles over the last decade since his departure from Britain. What was concerning was the fact that he didn't recognize this one. If he were a betting man, he might say Africa but he wasn't exactly an expert on herbology and the foliage around him wasn't helping.
Harry's eyes widened as they snapped to his right arm. Seeing it b_a_r_e confirmed his suspicions, the elder wand was gone.
He immediately got to his knees as he started to move around the scattered leaves and vines to try and see if it was around him. After a few moments he started to panic. The Elder Wand being stolen was a major deal, not necessarily for what it could do against him since he was rather unkillable these days but to others for sure.
”Shit, f_u_c_k, f_u_c_k, shit, f_u_c_k_i_n_g shit, motherf_u_c_k_i_n_g shitty shit. Ok think Harry, what's the last thing you can remember?” He said out loud. He remembered yesterday rather well. He had been relaxing in small town in Montana if he was remembering his states correctly. He had gone out for a drink but had only been slightly buzzed when he went back to his motel. He fell asleep peacefully on his bed with no interruptions. There hadn't been a peep from his wards and he trusted his work immensely.
He did remember having a rather strange dream about a strange red light reaching out to him but nothing other than that. Could that be a clue perhaps? Did someone manage to get through his wards and cast a spell on him. That was a scary thought. Dumbledore, the old bastard, himself wouldn't have been able to get past what he had put down for protection last night, especially not silently.
A light ray from the sun hit his eyes causing him to shut them slightly to block it out. This brought him back to the present and reminded him that he was wasting light as he stood here thinking. He sighed and looked around. It was time to get on the move. He looked at a pile of leaves on the ground and waved his hand at him. He had some ability when it came to wandless magic, transfiguring some clothes shouldn't be a problem.
A moment passed and Harry frowned in annoyance. Nothing happened, the pile of leaves didn't so much as twitch. Harry took a deep breath and reached deep inside himself as he had trained himself to do and tried once more. Once more, nothing seemed to happen.
Harry opened his eyes and slowly put his arms down as he looked in shock at the pile of leaves. He looked down at his hands. His magic wasn't responding the way he wanted. It was frozen and unresponsive, almost like a… oh god. Was he actually a goddamn child? How was that even possible? Even aging potions couldn't pull something like this! Being able to not only deage a wizard's body but also his magic to such a state shouldn't be possible. Magical manipulation to that level shouldn't be possible.
Harry looked around the jungle with a new sense of caution. With no magic he would now have to navigate this jungle without food, water, or clothes. A morbid sense settled in his c_h_e_s_t before took a few breathes to calm himself down.
'Ok, this is bad but let's just analyze this and figure out how to get out of this. Let's see. I know the sun rises in the east and sets in the west which means… this way is North.” Harry thought as he turned his body to match his thoughts and stared in a direction, 'Great. I'll just head in this direction until I run into something. I have to hit some form of civilization at some point.'
With that, Harry steeled himself and started walking into the direction he believed was North.
The jungle was… not as terrible as it could have been he supposed. He walked for hours and didn't seem to run into a single predator which was good. He did occasionally see something swinging around in the trees which he assumed were monkeys though they were to high up to be sure.
Sadly, that's where the good things ended. Harry was not used to walking without shoes so his feet were taking a real beating from the jungle floor which had all sorts of sharp objects that loved to get stuck in his baby feet.
Again, it would seem luck was not with him as he finished the day exhausted and without finding a single source of water. Now he was hungry as well and he had literally no idea how to hunt. He knew the concept of hunting and laying traps but that meant nothing out here in the actual wild. He briefly thought about trying to kill something but his size meant he wasn't likely to catch nor overpower anything that lived in these trees.
As night approached, he started looking for a place to sleep for the night. He sort of remembered something about how you weren't supposed to sleep on the ground in jungles though perhaps he was mistaken and was thinking of another eco system.
After an hour of searching, Harry finally found a suitably thick branched tree. He struggled to climb up It but did manage it with only a few dozen splinters gotten in the process. He sat on the branch with his back against the trunk and sighed. He was no stranger to sleeping in uncomfortable places, he had slept in a tiny cupboard for the first eleven years of his life even when he could almost literally not fit in it. Still, this probably took the cake.
After a few minutes, his exhaustion from the day took hold of him and allowed him to drift off into the land of dreams. Sadly, his dreams offered no release from the torture. He dreamt himself at a café ordering a nice cup of tea in Britain from a rather attractive waitress. He waited until it finally arrived before gratefully taking it. He brought the cup to his mouth with great anticipation until It touched his lips. As soon as it did the cup disappeared from his hand and the dream dissolved right through his fingers.
Harry g_r_o_a_n_e_d softly as he awoke, partly from the dream and partly from the aching pain in his back from the way he slept. God he would kill for even just a basic numbing charm right now. He opened his eyes and seemed to be looking at two orange gems surrounded by darkness. Harry processed that for a moment in his still waking brain before the confusion set in.
He blinked rapidly to get the sleep out of his eyes before trying to look in front of him again. He immediately regretted his decision to not stay willfully ignorant.
As it turned out, those orange gems were actually rather large eyes staring intently at him. Surrounding the eyes was a black body made of fur that stretched over what was clearly thick muscles. The creature was a large cat clearly judging from its small snout, long body, and almost equally long tail resting behind it.
Harry froze for a moment as his mind processed what the creature was and how it would affect Harry considering they were currently on the same tree branch and it was staring at him intently. Harry immediately panicked and jumped into action. Unfortunately, he was not quite used to this body as instead of swinging his leg and jumping down from the tree and landing in a controlled roll as he planned, his leg caught and he just fell belly first and hit the ground painfully.
Harry g_r_o_a_n_e_d in pain as he slowly rolled onto his back and looked back as he held his arm which he had injured from the six-foot drop. The panther hadn't moved from its position lounging in the tree though it was still looking at him.
Harry wasn't the smartest when it came to animals but he once owned one of what he was convinced was the most intelligent owls in the world. It was this experience that led him to understand that the look the panther was giving him was not the typical, 'I'm hungry and you're my next meal look,' but more of a, 'Are you messed up in the head?' sort of look.
”F_u_c_k_i_n_g hell, you scared the shit out of me you big a_s_s cat. I thought you were trying to eat me.” Harry said to the panther feeling in less danger than when he woke up. The panther just looked back at him with a small twitch of its tail and a deadpan look that clearly spoke of how unimpressed it was with Harry. Harry sighed as he realized how quick he fell into talking with the creature.
He and Hedwig could once hold entire conversations between each other despite not being able to speak anything close to a similar language. Even after her death he sometimes he would get caught talking to animals as if they could understand him. It was embarrassing to say the least.
He peered back up at the panther for a moment. As he looked at him the panther looked right back at him unmoving and looking relaxed as ever, as if he hadn't just scared a human enough to fall out of a tree. Harry was sure he could see something else in those eyes, an intelligence that contrasted with it's cat body.
”I don't suppose you can understand me, can you?” Harry asked after a moment. The panther did nothing but its tail twitched once more when presented with the question. Harry waited but it did nothing else. He still wasn't quite sure if it could or not and was just purposefully trying to piss him off.