Harry Potter: The Revenant

The dining area was buzzing with energy, the table laden with all kinds of birthday treats, from cupcakes to cookies, and of course, the two-tiered birthday cake in the center. Harry and Rose sat side by side, their excitement palpable as everyone gathered around them.

Just as Lily was lighting the candles on the cake, the sound of voices and laughter echoed from the hallway. In strode Billy Koenig and Phil Coulson, looking a bit frazzled but victorious, each holding a brightly wrapped gift in their hands. Rose squealed in delight upon spotting her babysitters.

"Uncle Billy! Uncle Phil!" Rose exclaimed, scrambling off her chair to rush toward them, her princess dress flouncing with every step.

Billy dramatically dropped to one knee, presenting his gift with an exaggerated flourish. "Your Highness! We have journeyed from the far corners of the house to bring you treasures for your birthday!"

Phil rolled his eyes but smiled warmly as he handed Rose his own gift. "Happy birthday, Rose. And Harry, of course."

Rose giggled, taking the gifts and placing them carefully on the growing pile. "Thank you! Did you guys get lost? You were supposed to be here ages ago!"

"Not lost," Billy replied, straightening up. "We were just... negotiating with some rogue crayons and glitter glue. Right, Coulson?"

Coulson nodded, deadpan. "The glitter won. But we're here now, and we wouldn't miss this for the world."

Before anyone could respond, the faint hum of a Quinjet engine vibrated through the air, growing louder as it approached. Everyone turned toward the window just in time to see the sleek jet descending gracefully onto the landing pad outside. Moments later, the door opened, and out stepped Howard Stark, followed closely by Nick Fury.

Howard, ever the showman, was dressed in a sharp suit, a wide grin on his face as he took in the scene. Fury, on the other hand, looked as stoic as ever, his trench coat billowing dramatically behind him as if he'd timed it perfectly for effect.

"Alright, alright," Howard called out, clapping his hands together. "I hope you didn't start the party without us!"

"Wouldn't dream of it," Tony replied, standing with arms crossed, though there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Nice of you to show up, Dad."

Howard ignored the jab, striding over to Harry and Rose. "Happy birthday, kid," he said, giving Harry a firm pat on the shoulder before crouching slightly to ruffle Rose's hair. "And happy birthday to our little princess too."

Rose giggled, clearly thrilled by the attention. "Thanks, Mr. Stark! Did you bring presents?"

Howard laughed. "Of course I did! But you've got to cut the cake first. That's the rule."

Fury, who had been standing silently, finally spoke up. "I trust the two of you didn't eat all the cake before we got here," he said, his one good eye narrowing at Sirius and James.

James held up his hands in mock innocence. "Hey, we haven't even touched it yet. You're just in time."

Lily smiled warmly as she stepped forward, her hands resting on Rose's shoulders. "Alright, now that everyone's here, let's cut the cake, shall we?"

The room erupted in cheers as Harry and Rose took their places at the table once more, both leaning toward the cake, their faces lit up by the glow of the candles. Harry glanced at Rose, then back at the cake, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Alright, Rosie, you ready to blow out the candles?" he asked.

Rose nodded enthusiastically. "Ready!"

Everyone began to sing, their voices filling the room. As the final note of Happy Birthday faded, Harry and Rose leaned forward together, blowing out the candles in one swift breath. The room burst into applause, and Lily began slicing the cake while everyone jostled to grab a plate.

Howard sidled up to Tony, holding a slice of cake in one hand. "So, how'd the jacket idea go over?"

Tony smirked. "Natasha knocked it out of the park. Kid's practically glowing."

Howard nodded approvingly. "Good. That jacket's a sharp look. Practical, too."

Meanwhile, Fury was observing the scene with arms crossed, a rare hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You've got a good team here," he said to Steve, who was standing nearby.

Steve nodded. "They're more than a team. They're family."

And as the room filled with laughter, chatter, and the clinking of plates and forks, it was clear that this celebration was about more than just a birthday—it was about the bonds that had been forged between them all. For Harry and Rose, surrounded by love and laughter, it was a moment they would treasure forever.

—

The party was in full swing. Cake was being passed around, people were laughing and talking over each other, and the candles on Harry's birthday cake flickered merrily. Harry, sandwiched between Rose and Natasha, couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this good. Seriously, he didn't even have to make any snarky comments about how over-the-top the cake was. (Okay, maybe one snarky comment.) All in all, it was a perfect celebration. Or at least, it was until the door creaked open and all conversation came to a screeching halt.

In the doorway stood a figure who looked like he belonged in a different time, like the villain in an epic fantasy novel who suddenly realized he was late to the party. It was Gideon Adler, though he looked way too young to be the former Gellert Grindelwald. He had the silver hair and the regal robes, the sort of look you'd expect from someone who might be hiding a dragon in their closet. But Adler wasn't just any guy. This was the dude who'd once tried to conquer the world but now seemed more like someone who'd offer you a glass of tea and ask about your day.

Harry felt his smile fade a little as Adler's gaze found him. That intense stare? Yeah, it was the kind of stare that made you feel like someone had just cast a spell to turn you into a porcupine. Harry blinked and looked back at his cake, hoping that maybe the frosting would shield him from whatever was coming next.

"Harry," Adler said, his voice like a rumble of distant thunder, "I hope I'm not interrupting."

Harry's brain scrambled for something to say, but it was hard when you were trying not to look like a deer in headlights. He quickly recovered, though, a grin returning to his face. "Nah, you're good! Just enjoying the cake. You want some?"

Adler's lips curled up ever so slightly—not quite a smile, but close enough to make Harry think he was being humored. "I bring a gift," he said, walking over like he was on a mission to deliver something world-changing. Which, honestly, knowing Adler, it probably was.

With a flourish, Adler produced a small velvet pouch from within his robes. As he placed it on the table in front of Harry, it was like the air itself went a little still. Everyone leaned in, eyes wide, waiting for something important. When Adler opened the pouch, Harry expected a puff of smoke or a dramatic sound effect, but no. What he got was a shiny silver medallion that looked way more expensive than any piece of jewelry he'd ever owned. The kind of thing you'd find in a museum, except, you know, more magical and less "please don't touch."

"This," Adler said, his voice almost reverent, "is for you. A birthday gift."

Harry eyed the medallion, intrigued but trying not to look too interested. "Looks... shiny," he said. His attempt at sounding casual was about as successful as a broomstick with no handles, but hey, he tried.

Adler didn't seem bothered by the underwhelming response. He continued, "This medallion holds layered protections—physical and magical. It amplifies your abilities." He paused, his gaze steady, unwavering. "And even with your Vibranium skeleton, it's always wise to have more power at your disposal."

Harry blinked, looking down at the medallion again. Was this guy seriously handing him a magical power boost? Harry already had a literal skeleton made of super metal that absorbed kinetic energy, so the idea of more power was... well, a little overkill. But he didn't say that out loud, mostly because Adler was staring at him like he'd just been handed a potion of eternal youth.

"No offense, Adler," Harry said, raising an eyebrow, "but I think I'm doing alright in the power department. You know, with the whole 'Vibranium skeleton' thing." He paused, then added with a grin, "I could probably bench press a car now. Not that I plan to, but... you know. In case I need to."

Adler's eyes sparkled with the hint of amusement, but his voice stayed as serious as a wizard who'd lost his wand. "Power is a tool, Harry. You don't use it just for show. This will help you refine that power, amplify it, keep you in control when things get... complicated."

Harry gave a nod, even though he wasn't exactly convinced that his current level of power needed refining. But Adler didn't seem like the kind of guy who'd just give you a trinket for nothing, so he held the medallion up, watching the runes along the edges glow faintly. He could feel the magic pulsing inside it—powerful stuff.

"You're saying this medallion will make me stronger?" Harry asked, turning it over in his hand.

Adler's smile grew, but it was the kind of smile you'd give a dragon when you knew you were about to hand it a really shiny gem. "Yes. But it's also more than that." He leaned in a little, eyes meeting Harry's with a weight that felt like an entire prophecy was about to be dropped. "This medallion can serve as a tether. A connection between us. Should you ever need guidance, all you need to do is focus, and I'll be there. No matter where you are."

Harry blinked again, this time seriously considering the offer. He wasn't sure he needed Adler's advice on everything—especially considering he was still trying to figure out how to deal with his newfound powers and a list of enemies that he was sure wasn't going to stop at HYDRA. But, hey, a magic tether to one of the most powerful wizards in history? That was a pretty good backup plan.

"Okay, okay," Harry said, shaking his head, "I get it. I'm supposed to call you up if I get into trouble, like some sort of magical customer service hotline."

Adler's lips twitched with something close to amusement. "Something like that."

Harry paused for a moment, then smiled and slipped the medallion into his pocket. "I appreciate it, Adler. Seriously. I'll make sure it doesn't collect dust."

Adler gave him a single nod, then turned to leave, his cloak swishing dramatically behind him. Just as he reached the door, Harry called out after him, "Adler?"

The man stopped and glanced back. Harry wasn't sure why he had called out, but his instinct told him that there was something important to say.

"I'll take care of it," Harry said, "and... thanks."

Adler's smile flickered, just for a second, before he nodded. "I trust you, Harry."

And with that, he was gone, leaving Harry and the rest of the group in the still silence that followed. Tony broke the silence first, raising his glass with a raised eyebrow.

"So, uh... no big deal, but that medallion? Definitely some next-level power packed in there," he said, winking. "How'd you even get a gift like that?"

Steve nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah. That's a lot of magic. I'm sure you'll handle it."

Harry shrugged, his grin returning. "I guess we'll find out. But for now, how about more cake?"

And just like that, the room was full of laughter again, the hum of magic blending with the sounds of family, friends, and a birthday celebration that Harry would never forget. With the medallion tucked safely in his pocket, he felt ready for whatever came next. After all, when you had a crazy, world-changing birthday gift and a team like this behind you, how could you not be?

—

The laughter from the group slowly died down, and Harry felt a slight shift in the atmosphere. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was definitely different. Steve, Peggy, and Bucky were exchanging quiet looks, like they were conspiring. A second later, Steve stood up, and the group grew quiet, all eyes on him.

"Alright, Harry," Steve said, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "We've got something for you too. A gift, of sorts."

Harry raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Oh? What is it? A really, really old shield? A vintage Captain America costume? I'm honestly a little scared."

Bucky snorted, and Steve shot him a playful glare. "No, nothing like that. Just a little something that, well, we thought you might appreciate."

At that, Bucky reached down and pulled out a hefty-looking photo album, the kind that looked like it was packed with decades' worth of memories. It had the well-worn feel of something passed down through generations, and it was decorated with the kind of attention to detail that suggested it wasn't just a random gift. It was personal.

Steve slid the album across the table to Harry, who stared at it for a moment before looking up, perplexed. "This is... what exactly?"

"Open it," Peggy said, her smile warm and knowing. "You'll see."

Harry hesitated, but then his fingers brushed the cover of the album, flipping it open. And then, just like that, his eyes widened.

The first page was filled with a series of baby pictures. Not just any baby pictures, either. These were his baby pictures—some from before he had even met these people, some from way back, when he had no idea who was watching over him, or who cared enough to take those shots.

"Wait," Harry said, his voice half a chuckle, half disbelief. "How did you—?"

"James, Lily, Sirius, Andromeda," Bucky replied, leaning back in his chair, as though he was watching an old friend react to a long-forgotten treasure. "They all chipped in. You didn't think we were gonna leave you with just the party, did you?"

Harry felt a laugh bubble up in his throat. He flipped through the pages, and there they were: baby Harry, looking totally clueless in a tiny, slightly ridiculous wizarding onesie, surrounded by adults who clearly adored him. There were photos of a young James Potter trying to juggle diapers, Sirius attempting (and failing) to play peekaboo, and Andromeda holding him with an expression that could melt a mountain. Lily, too—her smile was unmistakable, radiating pure love.

Each picture was an explosion of memories, some familiar, some blurry and long-forgotten. It felt like the universe had conspired to give him a front-row seat to a piece of his past he didn't know he needed to see.

He flipped the page again, and there was one of him as a toddler with Sirius—both covered in what looked like flour and frosting, a cake disaster in the making. The next one showed a young Harry sitting on a grassy knoll, looking up at the stars with a contemplative look on his face. Beside him, James stood proudly with his arm around his shoulder, eyes bright with hope.

"You guys didn't have to do all this," Harry said, a lump forming in his throat. "This is... it's a lot. But it's really... something."

"Figured you might like seeing it all," Steve said, his voice softer now, more genuine. "There's more where that came from, but we thought we'd start small."

"You know," Peggy added, with a small chuckle, "I can't remember the last time I saw a kid look so adorable in a wizarding onesie."

Harry smirked at her. "Yeah, that was definitely a fashion choice I regretted by the time I hit ten."

Bucky leaned forward, grinning. "Don't worry, kid. You've always been cute. Even when you were covered in cake. Though, I've gotta admit, that whole 'toddler-in-a-flour-bomb' look is a classic."

Harry shot him a deadpan stare. "You don't have to remind me of that."

The album continued, page after page of these snapshot moments that felt as though they carried the weight of entire lifetimes within them. Every picture was a reminder that, even in the chaos of his life, he'd always been loved. That was something he couldn't quite get used to, the idea of having a family who cared about him this much.

"Thanks, guys," Harry said finally, his voice thick with emotion, though he did his best to hide it behind a grin. "You really didn't have to, but I'm glad you did."

Peggy reached over and patted his hand. "We've all got your back, Harry. Don't forget that."

Bucky nodded. "Yeah. And we've got more photos if you need them. The next one's got you, James, and Sirius in an epic snowball fight. I think the entire kitchen got wrecked."

"Don't worry," Harry said, unable to suppress the grin that tugged at his lips. "I think I'm good for now. But maybe I'll take a peek later."

Steve, Peggy, and Bucky exchanged glances, a quiet understanding passing between them. Then Steve raised his glass. "Well, with all this reminiscing and cake eating, how about we all get back to celebrating? It is your birthday, after all."

Harry held up his own glass, grinning wide. "That's the plan. More cake, less emotional breakdowns. Deal?"

"Deal!" Bucky cheered.

And just like that, the room filled with laughter again, the warm, comforting hum of conversation and joy carrying them all through the rest of the evening. Harry's heart felt a little fuller, the knowledge of this new family—and their gift to him—settling into his bones. And in that moment, everything felt right.

—

The party carried on in full swing, with the cake nearly devoured and the laughter echoing through the room. Harry, feeling the warmth of the moment, wandered over to where Sirius and James were standing, discussing something that looked incredibly high-tech. Rose, who had been hovering nearby, her eyes darting from one shiny gadget to the next, caught sight of them and immediately made a beeline for the conversation, eager for her next opportunity to be spoiled.

Sirius, with his usual mischievous grin, held up a small, sleek device in his hand. "Hey, Harry, Rose—come check this out," he called, and Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes at how quickly Rose's attention was snagged.

Rose darted forward like a ravenous animal spotting its next meal, and Harry followed with a bemused grin. They reached the two older men, who were already waiting with their hands full of some kind of upgraded device. James, always the inventor at heart, was already talking as he handed Harry a small, polished mirror.

"Okay, so we've got something pretty cool here," James said, his voice full of that familiar excitement Harry always associated with his father's goofy grin. "We've taken the old communication mirrors and gave them a little—well, a lot—of an upgrade."

Sirius gave a mock bow. "Credit where credit's due, kid. We had some help. Say hello to the future of magical communication!"

Harry raised an eyebrow as he turned the mirror over in his hand. It didn't look any different from the old one, except it had a slightly more polished finish, and there were a few glowing lines running through the glass. "I'm guessing this isn't just a mirror that lets me call people?"

"Nope!" James said, pulling out a second, slightly larger device. "This is courtesy of a 16-year-old genius—none other than Tony Stark himself. Now, instead of just talking, the mirrors have a holographic interface that lets you see and interact with whoever's on the other end. Just like a real video call."

Harry's eyes widened. "Wait. Tony? You mean the Tony Stark who is currently giving his own dad a run for his money as the coolest genius in the world?"

Sirius nodded, giving him a knowing grin. "That's the one. Kid's got talent. And as much as he likes to act like a little brat, he's pretty damn good at magic-tech crossovers."

"These new mirrors are all connected to the gear you've got, Harry," James added, tapping the side of his own wrist where a sleek, high-tech watch-like device sat. "They'll sync up with your suit, your phone, your—well, basically anything you're carrying. And for Rose, we even made a little handheld version."

At that, Rose, who had been eagerly waiting her turn to hold the small mirror, lit up like a firecracker. "It's just like one of those things you see in the future movies!" she squealed, clapping her hands excitedly as she took the miniature version from James.

Sirius smiled at her enthusiasm, ruffling her hair. "Exactly. Now you'll be able to contact anyone you want, anytime, anywhere. Even if you're in the middle of some mischief."

"I love it!" Rose beamed, inspecting the device closely.

"Just don't use it to prank your mother, okay?" James warned with a wink. "I'm not getting caught in the crossfire again."

Harry chuckled, slipping the upgraded mirror into his pocket. "Thanks, guys. This is amazing. Tony Stark really outdid himself this time."

"Don't mention it to him," Sirius said with a laugh, then leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "He'll get all smug, and we'll never hear the end of it."

Before Harry could respond, Sirius and James exchanged a quick look, and Harry's grin faltered slightly as they both took him aside, away from Rose, who was already engrossed in her new toy.

"Alright, kid," James said, his tone suddenly serious. "We've got something else for you. But this is... well, you're gonna have to promise us something first."

Harry gave them a curious look. "What's that?"

"Don't tell Lily about this," Sirius said, lowering his voice as if Lily was right behind them. "She'll kill us if she finds out."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "What are you guys hiding from Mum this time?"

James and Sirius exchanged a sheepish look before James sighed and pulled a small, leather-bound journal out of his jacket pocket. The cover was worn, and it looked like it had been passed around for a while. He handed it to Harry, who took it, inspecting it carefully.

"This," James said, his voice dropping to a confidential tone, "is the real story. The one we've never told Lily."

"Uh-oh," Harry muttered, flicking through the pages of the journal. "What's going on here?"

Sirius chuckled darkly. "Well, it's the process we went through to become Animagi. And trust me, it wasn't as simple as flicking a wand and poof, a new form. There's more to it than you know."

James nodded, his face growing more serious. "It wasn't just a magical transformation. It was dangerous—complicated, even. The steps, the rituals, the commitment... We didn't want Lily worrying. So we kept it between us."

"And now," Sirius said with a grin, "you're the one who gets to know the story. You're ready for it, Harry."

Harry stared at the journal for a moment, his mind racing. "You guys... you really want me to know this? Why not let Mum read it?"

"Because she'll freak out," James said bluntly. "And, honestly, it's better that you know. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow—but someday, kid, you'll need to understand it."

Harry looked up at them, a bit overwhelmed but feeling the weight of their trust. "Alright. I promise I won't say a word to Mum. But seriously, the next time I see you two turn into animals, I'm going to ask way too many questions."

"That's the spirit!" Sirius said, grinning widely. "Now, you better get back to the party before Lily notices you're missing."

As Harry pocketed the journal, his mind already swirling with thoughts of Animagi transformations, the holographic mirrors, and the deepening bond with his family, he couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging—of being a part of something much bigger than himself. Something magical, yes, but also something real.

—

The briefing room looked like every other briefing room: dark, dreary, with just enough lighting to make you squint at the walls and pretend the air didn't smell like cheap coffee and even cheaper bureaucracy. It was the kind of place you'd expect to have big decisions made, like who was going to save the world, or who was getting blamed for a supervillain-related disaster. (Spoiler: It's always someone else.)

Fury, the guy with the permanently grumpy face, was standing at the head of the table, looking like he'd just come off a bender of drinking only black coffee and more black coffee. His voice was gruff, but that was pretty much his default setting, so nobody batted an eye.

"We've got a problem," Fury said, looking at everyone around the table like he was about to drop the worst secret ever. "Hydra's still out there, doing their thing. And we just found a place where they've been keeping their worst, most unstable experiments." He clicked a button, and a map of Siberia showed up on the wall behind him. "This here is the perfect little vacation spot for them: A Hydra facility in Siberia, stocked with brainwashed soldiers. The kind that are too crazy to be useful. I'm talking the real bargain bin stuff. And guess what? They're still frozen, in cryogenic stasis, waiting for someone to come along and give them a reason to wake up.

"Now, I know what you're thinking: 'Fury, why are we concerned about a bunch of frozen guys who aren't even a threat?' Well, turns out, Hydra doesn't know how to quit. With Bucky and Harry under S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra might decide to wake up the crew in Siberia and give us a really bad surprise."

Adler, who was standing off to the side, made a noise like someone had stepped on a cat's tail. "If they wake up... that's a problem. We don't know what they've got down there. For all we know, they've got a new super soldier prototype in cryo, something worse than the original Winter Soldier." He gave everyone a pointed look. "And, believe me, you don't want to find out what Hydra's been cooking up in their science labs."

Howard Stark tilted his head and squinted at the map. "Let me guess. It's heavily guarded, right? Like, lasers, big walls, robots, the whole nine yards?"

"Bingo," Fury replied, crossing his arms. "But we've got a plan. And we've got a team. That's where you come in." He glanced at Peggy and Adler. "You two are going in first. Peggy, you're the strategic brain on this one. Adler, you're leading the charge."

"Fantastic," Adler muttered, but his eyes were sharp. "I'll make sure we get in and out without anyone noticing. But don't expect it to be easy. We're dealing with Hydra here, and when they want something to stay hidden... they're really good at hiding it."

Steve Rogers, sitting across from Peggy, nodded. "We'll back you up. If anyone needs help... we'll be there."

"Which, of course, means I need to make sure you're all properly suited up," Howard said, tapping away on his tablet like he was coding the Matrix. "I've upgraded the gear. Added some shiny new bells and whistles. Cloaking, EMP resistance, stealth mode... the works. You're going to love it."

"Don't get too fancy," Peggy warned him with a raised eyebrow. "We need to move fast, not look like we've stepped out of a bad sci-fi movie."

"Hey, trust me, these upgrades are top notch," Howard said, clearly proud of his work. "Think of it as the difference between a Camcorder and High Definition."

"Great," Adler said, dryly. "Because that's exactly what I needed right now: A new way to make Hydra notice us."

Fury gave Adler a pointed look but said nothing. Instead, he turned his attention to Steve and Peggy. "This isn't just about infiltrating the facility. The real concern here is that Hydra might decide to release those soldiers. You've got to stop them before they get to the point where they can launch a counterattack."

Steve crossed his arms. "And if they do try to release anything... we take them down. Simple as that."

"Easy to say," Fury muttered, "but Hydra doesn't play fair. We need to be prepared for everything, including some backup plans that we don't even know about yet."

Adler pushed off the wall and started pacing. "You know how Hydra operates. They've got backup after backup. Contingency plans for their contingency plans. And I bet they've been keeping these soldiers frozen because they're waiting for the right moment. Or maybe they just like to play god. Either way, it's a ticking time bomb."

Peggy stood up from the table, her expression hardening. "So, we make sure this doesn't turn into a worst-case scenario. We get in there, freeze their plans, and walk out like it's just another Tuesday."

"And if Hydra doesn't like that?" Steve asked with a smirk.

"Then we make it Wednesday." Peggy's voice was cool, but the spark in her eyes was unmistakable.

Howard shot Adler a grin. "With a little luck, we won't even have to fire a shot."

"Yeah," Adler said, "or we'll need ten thousand shots, all at once. Let's hope it's the first one."

Fury was the last to speak, standing up and giving the team a look that was part general, part frustrated uncle. "We've got one shot at this. Get in, stop the soldiers from waking up, and make sure Hydra stays in the past. We can't afford to let this be their comeback."

With that, the team stood up, everyone in sync, ready to take on the unknown. As they filed out of the room, Steve turned to Peggy and Adler, his lips curling into a grin. "So, do we get the fancy gear first, or do we go straight to Siberia and freeze our butts off?"

"Let's get the gear," Peggy said with a smirk. "And after that, we can focus on not dying in the cold."

---

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