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Assistant: Title: A Wizard in the MCU
        Author: Bivz643 Bivz643 
        Chapter: 1/51 
        Summary: In the Limbo version of Platform 9 3/4, Dumbledore tells Harry he is not truly dead, and thus has a choice. He can catch a train and go "on" from King's Cross, either to the real afterlife or back into his body in the Forbidden Forest and try to save more lives and souls. When he wakes up however, Harry realises that he got on the wrong train.
        Contents: Chapter 1: Settling In
    

    


  

  
  
    
    When Harry Potter stirred awake in the Forbidden Forest, his senses were alert for the chaos that typically accompanied him when he had left it—echoes of dark magic and the menacing presence of Death Eaters. But there was only an eerie stillness, broken only by the rustle of leaves in the wind. No signs of recent activity marked the ground, and no footprints marred the earth, leaving Harry bewildered amidst the silent canopy of trees.Panic clawed at his chest as he sprinted toward what should have been the safety of Hogwarts. With each step, his mind raced, trying to make sense of the inexplicable emptiness around him. Yet, as he burst from the forest's edge, the dread that gripped him was suffocating. Before him lay not the grandeur of Hogwarts Castle, but a desolate ruin, its once majestic spires now a crumbled ruin uninhabited for what looked like centuries.It was then that Harry realized the chilling truth—he had boarded the wrong train.For seven days, Harry wandered through this alien landscape, his every step a testament to the surrealism of his plight. He traversed the breadth of Britain, seeking familiar landmarks, searching for any sign of the wizarding world he knew. But each place he visited only deepened his sense of helplessness. Hogsmeade was a mere shadow of its bustling self, Diagon Alley a deserted alleyway devoid of its magical charm. Even Platform 9 ¾, the gateway to his world, was nothing more than an empty platform lost amidst the bustling throngs of Muggle commuters.Yet, it was not just the absence of magic that unnerved Harry. It was the very fabric of this reality that felt wrong—the air devoid of the crackling energy of spells, the earth lacking the ancient resonance of wizarding history. It was as though he had stepped into a world where magic itself had been erased from existence.He was at a loss of what to do, he didn't know anyone, he didn't have a place to call home and neither did he have any money to go around. Yet, amidst the shadows of despair, a glimmer of hope emerged—the newfound potency of his magical core, His access to his magical core had increased allowing him to fully use wandless magic. With each passing day, he honed his mastery of wandless magic, weaving spells with a precision and power that defied explanation. The Confundus Charm, in particular, became his steadfast companion, a subtle tool that enabled him to navigate the labyrinthine streets of Britain undetected, his secret shield against the prying eyes of this unfamiliar realm.After roaming the English countryside like a modern-day hermit for another week, Harry stumbled upon a quaint pub nestled in the heart of Hereford, a picturesque town in the idyllic West Midland Region of England. The pub exuded a cozy charm, its weathered wooden sign swinging gently in the breeze, bearing the name "The Rustic Hearth." Intrigued, Harry peered through the mullioned windows, his eyes alight with hope as he sought refuge and opportunity.Inside, he found himself greeted by the warm smiles of an elderly couple, Mr. and Mrs. Richards, who owned and operated the establishment. Their faces, etched with the lines of years well-lived, radiated kindness as they welcomed him into their humble abode. As Harry tentatively broached the subject of employment and lodging, the couple's eyes softened with empathy, understanding the weight of his unspoken history.With open hearts and open arms, the Richards embraced the opportunity to offer Harry sanctuary and purpose. Moved by his tale of orphanhood and how he was trying to start a better life, they offered him a place to stay in the cozy confines of their attic while giving him a job at their pub as an extra hand. The simple tasks assigned to him, from tending to the bar to assisting with chores, were a far cry from the arduous servitude he endured under the Dursleys' roof. Here, amidst the comforting embrace of the Richards' hospitality, Harry found solace and a semblance of belonging.As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, Harry's presence became woven into the fabric of Hereford's close-knit community. His genuine kindness and unwavering willingness to lend a helping hand endeared him to the locals, earning him a reputation as a stalwart friend and neighbour. Whether he was mending fences for Farmer Jenkins or lending a listening ear to Mrs Smith at the market, Harry's selflessness knew no bounds.It was amidst this backdrop of newfound camaraderie and contentment that Harry settled into his new life with the Richards, finding joy in the simplicity of his daily routines and the genuine connections he forged with those around him. Here, in the heart of Hereford, amidst the gentle hum of community life, Harry Potter, once the Boy Who Lived, found himself transformed into simply Harry — a man at peace with his past.One fateful evening, as twilight cast its veil over The Rustic Hearth, a group of soldiers from the new garrison that had opened recently ventured into the warmth of the pub's hearth. Among them stood a seasoned senior officer, his weathered countenance a testament to years spent in service to his country. When his gaze fell on the young waiter, something in Harry's demeanour caught his eye—a flicker of steel beneath the surface, a quiet strength that belied his humble exterior.In that moment of recognition, a silent understanding passed between them, unspoken words echoing in the air. The senior soldier, drawn by the echo of Harry's unwavering resolve, extended an invitation—an offer to join their ranks, to lend his skills to a cause greater than himself.From a tender age, Dumbledore had groomed him into a soldier, a protector moulded by the weight of destiny. Though the serene rhythms of small-town life soothed his spirit, Harry's ingrained sense of duty gnawed at his conscience, urging him to action. The urge to safeguard those around him swelled within Harry's heart, a relentless tide of responsibility pulling him toward purpose. The memories of battles fought, and lives saved lingered like ghostly whispers, reminding him of the vows he had sworn in his previous life.Caught between the call of duty and the comfort of home, Harry stood at a crossroads, his heart torn between the desire for peace and the pull of destiny. In the quiet depths of the pub, amidst the flickering firelight, he pondered his next move, knowing that whatever path he chose would shape the course of his future.Harry mulled over the unexpected offer for several days, his mind swirling with conflicting thoughts and emotions. He sought solace in the comforting presence of the Richards, engaging in lengthy discussions that stretched late into the night. They were his pillars of support, offering wisdom gleaned from a lifetime of experience.Harry found himself ensnared in a web of doubt. It was a question of whether he belonged in a world so vastly different from the one he knew.As he mulled over the offer, Harry couldn't shake the gnawing doubts that clawed at his resolve. His mind buzzed with questions, his heart heavy with uncertainty. How could he, a mere orphan with no formal education in the ways of the Muggle world, hope to measure up to the rigorous standards expected of a soldier?Yes, he had been a soldier in the wizarding world, battling dark forces and facing unimaginable threats. But this was different. This was the realm of Muggles, where the rules were different, the customs foreign. The skills and knowledge he had honed at Hogwarts seemed woefully inadequate in this new domain.His upbringing under the stifling roof of the Dursleys had left him ill-prepared for the complexities of Muggle society. The Wizarding world, with its magical wonders and ancient traditions, had sheltered him from the harsh realities of life beyond its borders. He had been withheld from the mundane intricacies of everyday life, shielded from the nuances of Muggle culture.And now, as he faced the prospect of joining the Muggle army, Harry grappled with the realization that his training as a wizard would not easily translate to this new realm. The spells and potions he had mastered held little sway in a world governed by guns and regulations. His prowess on the battlefield seemed like a distant memory, overshadowed by the daunting prospect of starting anew in a world that felt alien and unfamiliar.Yet, amidst his wavering resolve, the Richards remained steadfast in their encouragement. Mr Richards, with the pride of a former serviceman, shared tales of his own military service, recounting it as one of the defining moments of his life. To him, the opportunity that beckoned to Harry was not just a chance to serve his country, but a pathway to self-discovery and fulfilment.As Harry grappled with the weight of uncertainty, Mr. Richards leaned in, his voice carrying the weight of conviction born from personal experience. "Harry," he began, his tone gentle yet resolute, "let me tell you about the army. They're not just looking for those with fancy credentials or a silver spoon in their mouths. They're looking for heart, for grit, for the kind of resilience that comes from facing life's toughest battles head-on."Harry listened intently, drawn in by the sincerity in Mr. Richards' words. Here was a man who had seen his fair share of trials, who understood the value of perseverance in the face of adversity. "You see, son," Mr. Richards continued, his eyes alight with passion, "the army isn't just a job—it's a family. And just like any family, they take care of themselves. They see potential where others see shortcomings. They take in strays and misfits and mold them into soldiers."He paused, his gaze meeting Harry's with unwavering certainty. "There are many orphans like you who've found their place in the ranks of the army. They've been given a second chance, a purpose greater than themselves. And who better to understand their struggles than someone who's walked in their shoes?"Harry felt a surge of hope welling within him, buoyed by Mr. Richards' unwavering belief in his potential. Here was an opportunity not just to serve his country, but to make a difference in the lives of others like him. It wasn't about what he lacked—it was about what he could become, with the right guidance and support.As the weight of doubt began to lift from his shoulders, Harry nodded, his resolve solidifying with each passing moment. With the Richards' encouragement ringing in his ears, he knew that the path ahead would be challenging, but he also knew that he wouldn't walk it alone. And with that newfound sense of purpose burning bright within him, Harry set his sights on the horizon, ready to embrace the future that awaited him with open arms.After weighing his options, Harry headed to the Garrison in Herefordshire, ready to seize the opportunity before him. There, he met the familiar figure of Mark Carleton Smith, the deputy commander of the 22 Special Air Service Regiment. With Smith's recommendation, Harry gained entry into the rigorous program.Upon their return to the UK, the candidates delved into the intricacies of battle plans and foreign weaponry, preparing themselves for the challenges that lay ahead. Combat survival exercises pushed them to their limits, culminating in a week-long escape and evasion training that tested their resourcefulness and resilience.Through it all, Harry proved himself to be a formidable contender, his determination unwavering in the face of adversity. With each test, he rose to the occasion, demonstrating not just physical prowess, but also mental fortitude and strategic acumen.Finally, as the gruelling selection process drew to a close, Harry faced the ultimate test of his mettle—the resistance to interrogation test, a 36-hour ordeal designed to push candidates to their breaking point. Yet, when the dust settled and the smoke cleared, Harry emerged victorious, his spirit unbroken, his resolve stronger than ever before. Compared to the hardships that he had faced previously; this seemed a bit easier to him.With flying colours, Harry had proven himself worthy of joining the esteemed ranks of the 22 Special Air Service Regiment. And as he stood amidst his fellow recruits, a sense of pride and purpose swelled within him.The war against terrorism for the Western world intensified after Al-Qaeda rammed two aeroplanes into the World Trade Center on September 11. Harry's squadron was among the first to be deployed, working with their allies to dismantle and destroy Al-Qaeda and deny it a safe base of operations in Afghanistan by removing the Taliban from power in the War on Terror.He was initially deployed to the Panjshir Valley and was among the first troops to attack and capture major cities. By December 2001, Harry and his squadron occupied Kabul. During these intense operations, Harry used his magical abilities discreetly, casting protective charms and using spells to gain strategic advantages. His skills often made the difference between life and death for his squadron. As the Taliban leadership retreated into Afghanistan's rural areas, British troops, including Harry's unit, were stationed in Kabul to oversee the transition to a new government and provide security for the redevelopment of the war-torn country.The initial success, however, was short-lived. By 2004, the Taliban had reorganized and were experiencing a resurgence. For his efforts, Harry had become a significant figure in his squadron and was promoted to Captain. With the resurgence, Harry was tasked with determining how the Taliban had managed to reorganize and who their allies were.Through meticulous research and covert operations, Harry discovered that the Taliban were being supported by a global terrorist organization called the Ten Rings, led by a man named Raza Hamidmi al-Wazar. Harry's team made strong efforts to find and eliminate these threats, but their mission was abruptly cut short when they were redeployed to the frontlines in the Helmand Province.Harry had a major disagreement with his commanding officer, Colonel Thompson, over the strategic direction of their mission. Frustrated, Harry argued that his team would contribute more effectively to the war effort by tracking down and eliminating the Ten Rings. He presented detailed intelligence reports, meticulously compiled from months of research and reconnaissance, emphasizing the critical role the Ten Rings played in supporting the Taliban's resurgence. "Sir, if we cut off their supply chain and leadership, we could cripple their operations," Harry insisted, his voice edged with urgency.Colonel Thompson, a seasoned veteran with a no-nonsense demeanour, listened patiently but remained unconvinced. "Captain Potter," he began, his tone firm but not unkind, "your findings are impressive, However, another battalion, one specialized in covert operations, will handle this mission."Harry clenched his fists in frustration, feeling the weight of the missed opportunity. "But sir, we've already gathered so much intel. We know their movements, their hideouts. We're ready."Thompson shook his head. "I understand your passion, Captain, but the decision is final. We have our orders."The tension in the room was palpable. Harry knew pushing further would be futile. The command had decided, and his appeals had been firmly rejected. The task of dismantling the Ten Rings would fall to another unit.Adding to the urgency, news from the Helmand Province was dire. British troops were being out-gunned and overrun, facing relentless attacks and sustaining heavy casualties. The region had become a flashpoint, a brutal battleground where the Taliban's resurgence was most fiercely felt. The situation demanded immediate reinforcement, and Harry's squadron was called upon to be the cavalry rushing to their aid.Understanding the gravity of the situation, Harry set aside his frustration. The lives of fellow soldiers were at stake. "Understood, sir," he responded, his voice steady but filled with resolve. "We'll be ready to move out immediately."As his squadron prepared for deployment, Harry addressed his team, conveying the urgency and danger of their new mission. "We're heading to Helmand Province. Our brothers and sisters are in the thick of it, and they need our support. We've trained for this. Stay sharp, stay together, and we'll get through this."Upon arrival, the reality of the situation hit them hard. The base was a flurry of activity, wounded soldiers being tended to, and the constant sound of artillery in the distance. The gravity of their mission was clear—they were stepping into a hot zone, where their actions could mean the difference between life and death for many.With the addition of Harry's squadron and the other British Forces, the tide of battle in the Helmand Province began to turn. With meticulous planning and unyielding determination, they initiated a well-coordinated counterattack on the entrenched Taliban forces. The offensive was swift and decisive, leveraging the element of surprise and the strategic acumen that Harry had honed over years of combat.In the ensuing days, Harry led his squadron with unwavering focus. The battles were fierce and unrelenting, each day a test of endurance and courage. Harry's leadership was instrumental, his strategic acumen and ability to remain calm under fire inspired his men. Despite the overwhelming odds, they made significant progress, pushing back the enemy and providing much-needed relief to the beleaguered troops.The mission was fraught with peril, but Harry's tactical brilliance and unrelenting spirit shone through. He made it his personal mission to ensure that no soldier was left behind. Amidst the fierce firefights and the deafening roar of explosions, Harry could be seen tirelessly coordinating extraction efforts. He personally led several rescue operations, plunging into the fray to pull wounded comrades to safety. Even in the face of overwhelming odds, he refused to abandon those who had fallen, insisting on retrieving the bodies of the deceased to ensure they received the honour and respect they deserved.When the operation finally concluded and the last soldier was safely brought back to the barracks, the sense of relief was palpable. Exhausted yet triumphant, the troops made their way back to the base. As Harry and his team entered the safety of the barracks, they were met with an overwhelming reception. Soldiers from other units, medical staff, and support personnel had gathered, filling the air with cheers and applause.Harry was taken aback by the hero's welcome. Cheers of "Potter! Potter!" echoed through the corridors. His fellow soldiers clapped him on the back, their faces beaming with gratitude and admiration. Despite his exhaustion, Harry felt a surge of pride and humility. He had simply done what he believed was right, but to these men and women, his actions had made all the difference.Colonel Thompson approached, his stern face softening with a rare smile. "Captain Potter," he said, his voice carrying both authority and warmth, "You've done an exceptional job. Your leadership and bravery have saved countless lives today. On behalf of all of us, thank you."Harry nodded, struggling to find words. "Thank you, sir," he replied, his voice hoarse with emotion. "It was a team effort. Every one of these men and women fought with incredible courage."After five gruelling years of service on the frontlines, this mission would mark Harry's final operation in active combat. His squadron, having demonstrated unparalleled bravery and resilience, was finally recalled for a well-deserved rest. The announcement came as both a relief and a bittersweet conclusion to a chapter marked by relentless battles and unyielding camaraderie. Nearly half a decade of deployment had left Harry physically exhausted and emotionally drained. The weight of leadership, the constant threat of danger, and the heartbreaking losses had etched deep lines into his face and shadows in his once-bright green eyes. Yet, amidst the fatigue and scars, there was a profound sense of pride in what he and his team had accomplished.Returning to the United Kingdom felt surreal. As he stepped off the military transport, the familiar yet strangely distant sights and sounds of home washed over him. The bustling streets of London, the chatter of civilians, and the untouched beauty of the countryside seemed worlds apart from the harsh landscapes and constant threat of AfghanistanThe transition back to civilian life was fraught with challenges. Harry found himself jumpy and hyper-vigilant, habits ingrained from years of combat. He had initially tried going back to live with the Richards, but he couldn't settle. Their home, once a place of comfort, now felt confining and filled with memories of a simpler time he could no longer relate to. So he got himself a flat in London, hoping the independence would help him adjust.However, the silence of his flat was deafening compared to the constant noise of the battlefield. The tranquillity that once would have been a welcome respite now felt oppressive. Nights were the hardest; sleep eluded him as nightmares of ambushes and fallen comrades haunted his rest. The ghosts of past battles, both from Afghanistan and the magical wars he had fought before, mingled in his dreams, creating a relentless cycle of restless nights and weary days.Having lived a life as both a soldier and a civilian, Harry realized that he was finally done with the life of a soldier. He was proud of his accomplishments, but he felt a deeper calling as a protector rather than a warrior. The distinction was subtle yet profound — protecting was about preserving life, whereas soldiering often involved taking it. He decided to hand in his resignation and signed up for the reserve forces, making a conscious choice to stay away from the frontlines unless absolutely needed.Seeking a semblance of normalcy, Harry enrolled in an investment management course at the London School of Economics, aiming to start a new chapter in his life. The choice was pragmatic and represented a shift towards stability and growth, far removed from the chaos of war.'
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