Chapter 7, Meeting the Chosen One

I left behind the heroes, hoping they would contemplate their actions or something of the like.

Truly I didn't care…

As of now, I was strolling the streets of England, phone in hand, drawing many gazes.

I had created a nice set of clothes out of my Martian biopolymer.

I even changed my skin color, my skin taking on a pale white color.

I found it necessary to at least blend in slightly.

My height stood unchanged, me towering over everyone since I was 9'4.

I wore a dark grey zip up, my hood on with my chin length rough black hair covering my facial features.

I wore black jeans and generic black shoes to accommodate the jacket, all of which were in reality more stretchy than one would assume.

But I had no fear of ripping them. After all, I was in a constant Hulk form, as I had no need for the normal human physique.

Though, in this state, I would passively increase in size, proportionate to my emotion.

Of course, I doubted I would feel enough emotion to rip out of my clothes, so I had zero worries.

As for where I got the phone I was surfing the internet with? Of course I stole it!

I simply peaked into someones mind and took their phone password.

It was easy peasy!

Now thanks to them, I was able to acquire some more information.

I scoured the internet, finding traces of people that did and didn't exist.

Doing this, I could roughly figure out a few more worlds that were mashed into this one, thoroughly surprising me.

But it did not matter much, I was fine with it all.

I walked the streets, navigating neighborhoods until I arrived at my desired location.

Standing in front of the house, I smiled. I removed my hood and flipped my hair back, revealing my face, which was eerily perfect, and incredibly handsome.

A blessing from the Kryptonian and Asgardian DNA!

I walked up the curving pathway, the house was clearly high-middle end, and large enough to house a decent sized family.

Having approached, I smiled, knocking on the door.

It took a few moments, but I did not rush.

It was a Saturday, at 11 am to boot.

It took about 15 seconds before I heard some commotion on the other side, the door finally open.

"Hmm… I didn't expect to be seeing you, James." I muttered, obviously lying.

I knew this little boy would be opening the door before even he himself knew.

"How do you know me?" The 11-year old asked, still holding the door in his hand, not looking very inviting.

"Well… Obviously you're Harry Potter's eldest son right? I know your dad, is he here perchance?"

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I sat on the couch, a glass of orange juice in hand. Well, a glass of orange juice in fingers…

"So what brings you here sir?" A middle aged Harry Potter asked me, taking my gaze around from the small glass in my hands and making me focus on the Boy Who Lived himself.

"Not much to be honest with you… I just wondered how life was treating… the Chosen One." I chuckled, setting the glass down on the table before me.

"Is it that simple?" Harry asked, an unbelievabing smile on his face.

"The sorcerers don't know where I live… I retired from the magic community after Voldemort… It's been almost 20 years since I was first on Hogwarts campus…" He spoke, still leant against the entrance to the living room.

I couldn't help but notice the small scar on his forehead.

"Well I am not apart of the sorcerer community… I was just honestly a fan, and wished to meet you for myself." I laid back, my hands interlocking.

"Well… If that is true, there is not much to tell you." Harry shrugged.

"After the decimation of hogwarts and the death of Voldemort… Ron and Hermione chose to help rebuild the magic society, while me and Ginny decided to start a family." He explained, catching me slightly off guard.

There was two reasons for that.

"Hogwarts was decimated?" I inquired.

"Were you not aware? Hogwarts was completely destroyed. The casualties were immense and… As a result the community as a whole decided to stop teaching children magic. We decided to keep it as it was. All those with magic would live their own lives but always keep in contact with everyone. As we discover more with magic affinity, we either lock it away, or teach them to control it." He explained, making me slowly nod.

Personally, I thought it was a waste of talent, but I was not a leader of the wizarding world.

"Then for my next question… You said Voldemort is dead, but he is not. Why did you lie?" Hearing my words, I saw Harry hesitate, but I did not move.

I could feel he was going to say something, but I cut him off before he could.

"His consciousness and his soul are both attached to you. It's clear to me that he is still living on through you." I rubbed my chin, Harry adopting a dark gaze.

"It is not what you may think." He took his glasses off, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Before he truly could die, Voldemort attached his mind and soul to me, and to this day, I cannot shake him off of me. Both because I am not capable of it, and because I fear that if I do, he may occupy another vessel." Harry finally decided to take a seat, putting his glasses on in the process.

He sat across from me.

"Is that what you were truly here for? To inquire about Voldemort?" He asked me, hostility brewing.

"You're one of his believers aren't you." He spoke, making me squint.

"Why in the world would I be the follower of a weakling?" I said, clearly offended.

"I simply couldn't help but notice him staring at me while we conversed." I raised a hand, red energy oozing out of it as I grasped towards Harry.

Instantaneously, I yanked the small sliver of soul and consciousness out of the boy, holding a white ball of Voldemort in my palm.

"He was a talented wizard, and it pains me to say it but, he's a thousand years too young to even be thinking about battling me." I lifted the soul to my mouth, slurping it up with one inhale.

Looking at me, Harry couldn't help but drop his jaw.

"Though, if you truly must know! I do have an ulterior motive being here." I said, clapping my hands together, as if trying to remove thr remnant soul dust from me.

"I have an offer for you, Sir Potter!" I clasped my hands together.

"Would you perhaps like to be a founder of my organization?"

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