Chapter 48: Days in the Dark Dimension Part One

Chapter TextChapter Forty Eight: Days in the Dark Dimension Part One.

Smut/Lemon Begins. 

It was a long day of training behind him and all of the joints in Harry's back and neck ached. They would heal in a matter of moments but that did not disqualify from having the pain that came along with the training.

A pair of hands grabbed him around the waist and pulled him into the room, before she threw her arms around him and pressed her lips to his with a searing kiss. He saw a curtain of red hair frame her face, her green eyes meeting his and her arms wrapped around him. Harry breathed when he saw the very naked body of Jean Grey pressed against him.

"Hi Jean," Harry responded when he drank in her beautiful body, all of the lovely, juicy curves, the round perfect breasts, with the perky nipples, the flat stomach, the lovely pussy with red hair trimmed nicely, and her long legs ,along with her sexy ass.

"Hey, Harry," Jean answered when she pulled his shirt up over his head, before she pressed herself against him, embracing him tightly.

Rachel popped up next to Harry and she was in an equal state of undress, which she quickly divulged Harry of his pants, before she wrapped a hand around his cock and pumped him with a grin on her face. She felt him throb and twitch in her hand.

Harry was in heaven; Rachel knew how to work his cock.

"Oh that's it, fucking suck that cock baby," Harry breathed when Rachel got down between his legs and started licking his cock with skill, wrapping her tongue around him. Jean got down and licked his balls, the two of them using their tongues to give his throbbing member a workout.

The two beautiful redheads were working on his cock and balls and Harry felt the burning pleasure fill his body when they took turns sucking and licking at his cock. The pair of them traded off every few seconds, working him over. Their mouths and tongues did delightful things to his loins when he placed a hand down on the each of their nearly identical hair, stroking their hair slightly, and feeling the pleasure.

'Such a big cock, that I love sucking,' Jean breathed when she speared Harry's cock down her throat when Rachel worked on his balls, fondling them, before she used her tongue.

'I think he likes that,' Rachel thought before she reached her hand over and cupped Jean's pussy, which caused her to moan. She smiled when she used her fingers to probe the lovely molten core of Jean, feeling the dripping center.

"So fucking hot, ah,' Harry breathed when his aura washed over them, before he splashed his seed into Jean's waiting mouth. She sucked up every bit of essence he had eagerly when he pumped into her, with passing thrusts. The young wizard prudently worked his thrusts into her mouth, passing into her, drilling into the back of her throat.

His seed spilled into her and Jean pulled back, some of it still lingering on her tongue. Rachel and Jean wrapped their arms around each other and exchanged a passionate kiss, exchanging the seed that they got from their wizard.

"So how do you want to do this?" Rachel asked when the kiss was let go.

"Eat my pussy, while Harry rams into your tight pussy from behind," Jean breathed when she rubbed Rachel's lips sensually before she backed off onto the paid.

Jean sprawled herself out on the bed, her legs spread and her pussy lips wide open for the taking. Rachel knelt down between Jean's legs, before she crawled over and began to rub Jean's lips, causing her to rear her head back and moan hotly.

"Oh yeah, that's it, mmm yeah Rachel," Jean panted hotly, when Rachel dove between her pussy and began to lick her walls.

'You do realize that this is your daughter from a possible future timeline, don't you?' Phoenix thought in a nonchalant manner as Rachel dove between Jean's legs and licked out her tender core, running her tongue over her.

'Yes, realize that….oh so don't care,' Jean thought to herself when she felt Rachel's talented tongue work her pussy. 'She's….so fucking good.'

'You must be very proud,' Phoenix dead panned.

'Yes, very,' Jean thought to herself when she arched her hips up and Harry plunged his cock between Rachel's legs from behind. She watched hungrily their shared lover's thick tool plunging out in and out of her. 'Oh that was…'

Rachel munched down on the place that she came from in another timeline, really working over her mother's pussy. She stuck her tongue inside and furiously rubbed her clit, causing Jean to rear her head back and scream.

"Oh Rachel, so good, give Mommy all your love!" Jean yelled at the top of her lungs, but Rachel froze, she was not sure she heard that right. She had little time to waste when Rachel drove her tongue deep into Jean's pussy, running her tongue into her mother's pussy.

"So hot, that's it Rachel, eat her pussy, make it drip!" Harry yelled while he rammed into her hard from behind, his cock hammering into her dripping twat.

'Fucking tear me up Harry,' Rachel thought as she felt something.

'You know, it would something if she ended up being Harry's daughter as well,' the Phoenix mused in an off handed manner.

'That would be wrong,' Jean thought to herself, but why did she find her pussy getting really went at the thought.

'And hot,' the Phoenix thought as the cosmic force rolled her eyes. 'I will never understand human morality and their inability to seek fun where they need it. Animals have gotten it right, why can't humans?'

Jean was too busy being eaten to another orgasm to really answer Phoenix's inquiry, when this threesome, technically foursome if one counted the Phoenix Force as being a separate entity, continued with Harry's cock working into her.

Rachel panted when he fucked her senseless and Jean's pussy was sopping wet and in desperate need for Harry's cock.

"Time to switch, baby girl," Jean breathed as she pulled her alternate timeline daughter up and kissed her lovingly on the lips.

Jean pounced upon Harry no sooner than he pulled out and she kissed him on the lips rather hard. Her lips met his carefully when she sucked on them, before she spread her legs. Her extremely hungry pussy lips gobbled up his throbbing member and stuffed him inside her. She began to rock back and forth, spearing on his cock, and riding it.

Rachel watched her mother ride Harry for all she was work and she spread her legs, before she essentially fucked herself using her telekinetic abilities. Harry helped out when he could, hitting the right spots in her and caused her to reach and shrieking orgasm that filled the heavens.

Jean rose herself up and sank her hips down onto Harry, her curved body rotating onto her. He rocked back.

'Ah, yeah, baby, fucking you know how to work a cock,' Harry breathed while he grabbed her ass checks and hoisted her up before he slammed her down. Her pussy hit his ship and her ass bounced against his thigh. Her red hair flung in the air like the Phoenix she was.

'Oh you know how to play with my tits, oh yeah feels so fucking good,' Jean thought to herself as she drove herself down onto his cock, wrapping her pussy around him and squeezing him, allowing him to feel the warm tightness of her.

Rachel pumped her fingers into her gushing cunt when she saw Harry's dick slide in and out of her mother's dripping wet pussy. She breathed heavily when she rubbed her clit with her thumb, grinding her fist into her pussy, when she took a moment to think what Harry could do to her.

Jean rocked back, her orgasm exploded through her body when she rode Harry, slamming down onto him.

"Oh yeah, so hot, your pussy belongs to me," Harry moaned when her pussy wrapped around him tightly and clenched.

"Give me all that hot cum, you know you want to," Jean moaned when she squeezed him and she bent down, ramming her tongue into his mouth, licking the inside of her mouth.

Harry pumped and his cock was defeated, for the moment. He sent several blasts of his thick seed into her, splashing her inner walls and he continued to shoot the insides of her like a fire hose, spraying her with his thick semen.

Smut/Lemon Ends. 

A red haired woman with green eyes sat at the edge of the field unable to believe the misfortunate that had occurred. She looked so much forward to being a mother and than….well he was lost. The birth was a rough one, magical pregnancies always had a risk to them and when she was in a family that had high risk pregnancies, that added to the fun.

Still she clutched the vial of blood in her hand, she felt that she should throw it away, but it was all she had to hang onto. Now she had to tell her husband….what happened when she returned. She felt like a failure of a person and most importantly a failure as a mother. She tapped on the vial.

She was not the religious type but never the less, she prayed for a miracle.

There was a shooting star in the sky and a loud crash in the field nearby. The woman rose to her feet, and saw the object in the field. A ship with an "S" carved into it, laying in the field.

She had to investigate it further. The woman stepped forward and opened it up….

Harry Potter woke up with a start as his alarm clock when off. He was careful not to awake Amara, Rogue, and Kitty, who were all sleeping at the foot of his bed after the festivities that happened until past midnight. It was a week after Laura's arrival at the Mansion and she was settling in as well as could be expected, although her relationship with Logan was rather shaky. Then again, Harry figured that there would be a degree of awkwardness.

He reached forward to the dresser and pulled out the box. Said dresser was charmed where only he could open it. He stuffed the box into his pocket and walked forward.

'You cannot outrun your destiny.'

Harry wondered what the significance of that dream he was having because it most certainly was not from his point of view. He wished he had not woken up before he saw the inside of that ship.

Then again, would he have wanted to?

Wanda's hearing was today, so Harry needed to focus on that and worry about his fractured psyche later. It was almost like he lived two different lives.

He reached forward and pulled up the wardrobe but the handle broke off. He never exhibited that amount of strength before and his eyes widened. He wondered if this was some kind of delayed goblin formula reaction or something else.

Thankfully he did have the magic of magic on his side so he repaired the door and went to get dressed.

Wanda Maximoff had never been more anxious about anything else in her life and given the fact that she spent half of her time in an Insane Asylum that was saying something. The young magical mutant folded her arms and swayed her head a little bit before nervously considered every possible outcome. The dark haired girl sat in the background, dressed in nicer clothes that she had ever been allowed in the asylum. She was not one for shopping, which likely might make most girls her age group think that she was likely prime material to be thrown back into the asylum.

"I have proof that Miss Maximoff's powers should not have landed her in that institution," Jen stated as she focused her eyes intensely on the members of the court. "In fact, I would say that the Institute made her powers be twisted into something that could have been even more of a danger to herself than others. You might have believed that she was being helped but there was nothing that she was being helped with. Rather, it caused her mind to be tweaked. If it was not for my client, she might have had anger issues the moment she was released."

Wanda looked carefully with Harry standing next to her. It was a matter of moments before she had to take the stand.

The defense for the Asylum stood and faced Wanda, she swallowed a little bit. Harry warned her that the Asylum would try and paint themselves as the victims, as innocent, despite the fact of all that they did to her was borderline criminal. The defense eyed her carefully with a predatory smirk but it was all that Harry could do to prepare her for it. Wanda waited for him to ask the obvious question, Harry saw it coming and so did she when she thought about it.

"So, Miss Maximoff, tell me, how is your stance towards your father?"

"I object, he's trying to rile up the witness," Jen stated as she stood up and peered over her glasses, before folding her arms together and watching him.

"Yes, try not and lead the witness on with questions," the judge stated whilst he gave an intense look towards the attorney that spoke up.

"Her father placed her there for her own protection, because she got out of control and he could not handle her because of her unique abilities," the Asylum lawyer stated when he spun around and watched through narrowed eyes. He eyed Wanda, with a twisted grin on his face. "And the word of Charles Xavier was that she could not be controlled with her powers."

Harry snapped up and his eyes were on them.

"As Harry told you earlier, once he started training me, he showed me how to use the powers and I'm a lot better," Wanda stated, when she talked in a calm and tranquil voice when she eyed him, but shook her head. "But then again, you wouldn't know that would you."

"Did you or did you not scream that you would kill your father if you ever escaped?" the asylum lawyer asked him.

Wanda was not going to fall into this trap, she eyed him carefully. "Once I was pumped full of drugs that caused instabilities with my powers, I said and I screamed a lot of things. But none of them meant anything because I was not in my right mind thanks to the drugs you pumped into me. Drugs that Stephen Strange said was causing my mind to become warped, I'm sure you've read those reports."

"I have read the reports, although our doctors at the Asylum have stated that they had no adverse effects," the asylum lawyer stated in a swarmy tone of voice when he eyed Wanda with a grin crossing his face when he eyed her. She did not like that smile, she wanted to slap it off of him in fact.

"And you're questioning the expert testimony of Stephen Strange, who would know more about unique abilities like Wanda's than any doctor at your asylum?" Jen asked in an exasperated tone of voice. "His accreditations speak for themselves."

She thought that they did at least but the lawyer was not convinced and all Harry wanted to do was get Wanda safely way from there. He half was tempted to make sure that nothing like this ever happened again to anyone, although he was not going to push his luck. Wanda was the most important thing in the back of his mind but there was going to be other things that was going to be done. The young wizard eyed them, he waited.

Both sides continued to give their sides of the defenses before Harry watched them all and waited. Wanda sat back down next to him when they gave the verdict. He half expected Mystique to show up or worse be secretly disguised as the judge. Knowing his luck that was something that was likely to happen but nothing to that extent happened, at least not yet but Harry was prepared for something along those lines to happen.

He let in a breath and let one out as Wanda slowly turned around to face him, looking a bit nervous.

"What happens if they say that I have to go back?" Wanda whispered to Harry.

"Don't think I haven't thought about that," Harry responded, but he really hoped that he did not have to do something borderline illegal to get her out of there. That was a point where the young man thought about many times.

Time passed, with things ticking down before the judge walked forward after talking with the other people. He could not believe that this was such a big deal, although while mutants weren't known to the public at large, there will be those who would be able to find out where the mutants were. He tapped his fingers and waited, his nerves were rather carefully wrecked and he hoped that she would be get out of there.

They would only know in a moment and sure enough the Judge returned.

"Given the inability of Raven Darkholme to show up, we have agreed that Harry James Potter will gain temporary custody of Wanda Maximoff, but she is under a probationary period where if she commits any crimes, then she will be taken into custody and returned to the institution," the judge responded when he eyed them. "I trust we're doing the right thing."

Wanda was smiling and she threw her arms around Harry, hugging him tightly, before she pulled back and realized what she was doing.

"The sentiment is appreciated," Harry responded with a smile. "And I know you won't break that probation."

"Well we didn't have to do too much," Jen answered as she watched them with a tired but satisfied expression on her face.

Wanda was ready to celebrate the rest of her life, she knew that it was going to be a good day for her and she was ready to head by the Institute, to tell Kitty, Rogue, and the rest the good news.

"Hey, Gwen," Harry responded as he answered his cell phone when they were outside the courtroom.

"Did it go alright?" Gwen asked.

"Yeah it did, Wanda's out, although on probation," Harry responded and Gwen sounded jubilant.

"Best we could have hoped for, really," Gwen responded and Harry would have to agree with that.

"So how are things going for you?" Harry asked Gwen.

"Oh you know, fair enough," Gwen stated in a crisp voice before sighed. "Still trying to get that internship, going to be harder than I thought."

"Well someone with your grades should get one eventually, keep your head up, you'll get it eventually," Harry said in a reassuring voice.

"Right, thanks, talk to you later," Gwen responded. "I'll talk to you later, lots going on."

"Well duh, I knew that you were going to so win this one, I mean with Harry on your side, you weren't going to lose all that much."

Kitty offered that statement with a bright smile crossing her face, when she sat around the Institute with Laura, Jean, Rachel, and Rogue, with Wanda returning to them.

"Gwen sends her regards by the way, but there's this family thing that she can't get out of to join us," Kitty responded as she watched Wanda with a smile on her face. "But I'm sure she'll be just as glad as we are because you got out."

"They tried to make themselves look like the good guys," Harry responded as he heard Laura scoff on his other side, so he turned towards her.

"Figures," Laura responded as she looked outside the window, carefully keeping an eye on everything that happened.

"So you must be Laura, nice to meet you," Wanda responded, from what Harry said about Laura, the two of them had a lot in common.

"A pleasure," Laura responded as she nodded her head but she carefully eyed Wanda, assessing her carefully. She was not going to jump in and be buddy-buddy with people but she sensed that Wanda held many of the same demons that she did. Rachel, Jean, Kitty, and Rogue were all nice to her. Kurt was a pretty decent guy as well. Doctor McCoy did what he could to help her, even if he ran a few tests on her, he made it feel painless. Ororo made her feel at home and Logan…well he was Logan.

She guessed that he was her father figure, or the closest thing that she would ever have given all things that happened. Although he was not the type that would be very fatherly but it was kind of confusing to really think about everything. Laura gritted her teeth and thought about that.

"So are you leaving to go with Harry too or not?" Wanda asked her.

Laura eyed her before she turned around. "I don't know."

"There's plenty of room in the facility," Harry responded when he eyed it.

"I've talked to my parents Harry," Kitty answered as he looked at her. "And while they're kind of not exactly all one hundred percent with the idea, I think they trust you enough to think that you could make it work."

"Don't worry, Kitty, I visited them, they're perfectly fine with it," Jean stated in a bright and sunny voice. "I convinced them of the merits of it."

"Thanks Jean," Kitty responded in a gracious tone of voice.

"I'm going to make it work, trust me," Harry responded and Kitty nodded.

"They do trust you, but they hope that this won't interfere with my regular schooling," Kitty answered. "I can't believe you're…"

"I've learned everything that I need to know," Harry answered as he pressed his fingers on her lips. "And I mean that in a good way."

It was true, Harry could barely believe all that he learned but he managed to absorb more information than ever. More and more, he saw his powers expand. He was able to absorb and understand information many times faster than the people around him. He could not only understand the information but he could absorb it completely. It was retained and he burned through three years of high school within three weeks. Not that it was that much of a challenge.

And he would be able to get his qualifications pretty soon. His mind was getting stronger and more enhanced, and he kind of was frustrated about what happened with him in the past, how he made some rather stupid decisions when he was younger. Yet, that was a huge problem that he would deal with in the future.

Plus it was part of a world that he happily left behind forever.

"Are you okay?" Rogue asked him when she turned around.

"Fine, I'm better than fine now that court hearing is over," Harry answered with a smile.

"And I'm sensing a but," Jean stated when she watched Harry.

Harry smiled when he turned around; there was always something that would rain on his parade, especially after everything that has happened. He learned by now not to get too happy with achieving kind of victory because it meant it opened up a door to huge problems. Even after the victory, he was not about to raise his hand and toot his own horn.

"He thinks that my father or Mystique might try something," Wanda stated, trying to keep the bitterness or the rage out of her voice. She walked a very fine line here.

"Well, duh," Kitty stated while she rolled her eyes

"The best way to know that Mystique's up to something is whether or not she's breathing," Rogue answered when she hung her head a little bit.

Jean smiled. "That is it."

'He is extremely powerful isn't he?' the Phoenix thought to her.

'Yes, and he satisfies all sides of us,' Jean thought to her.

'He is one that will be a god among all men,' the Phoenix mused when she watched him. 'It is funny how we sensed a kindred spirit; we're of similar extra-terrestrial origin.'

'Wait, how do you…'

Phoenix smiled a mysterious smile. 'It is one of those feelings that you will have.'

There was no other word for what she thought and Jean bit down on her lip.

'Of course, the Alpha has yet to present herself or assert herself,' the Phoenix thought.

'I assumed that it was Kitty,' Jean thought with a frown when she thought to herself.

'Well Kitty is high up the food chain by virtue of being the first but while she's able to assert herself well, it's not enough for her to become an Alpha,' Phoenix thought when she looked at Jean. 'Although perhaps I'm mistaken. Someone like Harry, he'd have multiple Alphas." 

"I was under the assumption that there could be only one Alpha," Jean thought to the Phoenix.

The Phoenix scoffed. 'Please, when have the normal rules every applied to Harry.'

'Point well taken,' Jean thought to herself before she closed her eyes.

'I will be disappointed if we're not in the top five,' the Phoenix stated to Jean.

'I do my best,' Jean thought to herself when she turned back and wrapped her arms around Harry when he rested against her. Kitty had her head on Harry's lap.

Harry thought about the dreams, which were getting more vivid as if more jigsaw pieces slammed themselves together. He missed something, but what was it? What did he miss? That's what he really wanted to know. He saw him being found in a field again and again, but then there was something rather essential that he missed.

Harry wondered if his mind was trying to give him some kind of deeper instincts to this, what happened? He never felt at ease in the other world, so perhaps he would have to come from somewhere else. The young wizard puzzled and puzzled, until his puzzler was sore.

"So, what's up now?" Kitty asked, she almost sensed something that Harry was thinking about.

"Just thinking about my childhood," Harry answered as he looked at her before he closed his eyes. "I was a baby, in a field with my parents."

"I didn't know that most memories went back that far," Kitty responded when she looked at Harry with a shrug. "Chalk that one up for the enhanced brain powers, I guess."

"Indeed," Harry responded before he checked his watch. He was due for a lesson with Doctor Strange in about an hour, although the lessons were merely something that took up less time than before. He processed what Strange was teaching him at a rate that was inhumane, even by the standards of magical users.

Strange joked that one day he might be able to retire as the Sorcerer Supreme, at least in a few years, if Harry kept up with his current rate. Whilst Harry was not about to go that far, he actually was surprised that Strange thought that much of him. He hoped that he would be able to maintain that certain rate.

Wanda meanwhile thought about her first day of freedom and where she was going to go from there. It was something that she dreamed about but she never thought about that much. Now that it was in her hands, she found herself awestruck by the freedom that was in her hands, brushing against the tips of her fingers. All she had to do was seize the moment and it would be hers, no matter what. She smiled and could hardly wait for the rest of her life.

Hopefully she would not let Harry down. Although if she let Harry down, they wouldn't have to worry about taking her back to the Asylum but rather she would roll over and die in shame.

"Talk to you girls later, off to see Doctor Strange," Harry responded as he edged off, not really knowing what would happen next.

All he was assured with was that he would return back after.

Perhaps Harry was getting paranoid in his advancing age, but the moment he stepped on the front steps for his lesson, he felt a prickling sensation. Goosebumps raised on his skin when he inched forward and the door swung open. Granted that was nothing out of the ordinary, the house always had its door swing open to allow him entry. Still despite that fact, Harry was on the edge; hopefully he would not get knocked off. One step inside and he already slowly edged towards the entrance way.

A wind rattled in the back of his head and he turned around a little bit, before running his hands through the side of his head. The young wizard stood ready to find out what was happening. He opened his mouth, to try and call out for Strange but something stopped him. There was some kind of sixth sense that he had about situations about this but he spun around and walked up the steps towards the library. There was another loud humming and Harry felt his hair stand up on the back of his neck.

He was in two minds about this.

The first mind was to turn around and get out of here, without turning around and going back. Some might call that the coward's way out but when Harry thought about it, it was far from taking the coward's way. It was the difference between living and dying today and Harry kept edging a little bit, running his hands through his head when his eyes blinked slightly. He hiccupped a little bit but remained on edge.

Then there was the second mind, where despite all sense dictating he should do otherwise, he was going to step forward and investigate. He always had a nosy streak a mile long and sometimes that saved lives, even if it put his own life at peril. It was just a part of his nature.

Harry spun around and could pick up something, his hearing had got more acute in the past number of weeks, he could hear a pin drop from across town and it was getting stronger. He taught himself to isolate the sounds and kept moving toward, but he heard everything, every whisper, which was not necessarily a good thing.

There were some things that were best left unheard.

A creak, creak, creak followed a drip-drip-drip, and Harry stood forward with widened eyes, before he shifted his body to become one with the wall. He heard footsteps going by and they were not the friendly variety either.

"Strange could not have gotten far, my master."

Harry recognized the man immediately as one of Stephen Strange's greatest enemies, Baron Mordo. Needless to say, Mordo was the textbook example of how magical powers could in fact corrupt a person and Harry was on his guard to see what this individual had to offer against him.

Mordo edged past him, followed by three robed figures, Harry suspected were henchmen. Now Harry thought about it, he could take them out easily but that would mean he did not know anything about the puppet master that was behind this.

The box began to vibrate in his pocket, he nearly forgot about it. Harry put the box up to his ear and he got a sense that it was trying to tell him what to do but his hearing picked up a swirling vortex sound.

Harry rushed up the steps, fast as he could. It would be unwise to leave traces of magic that the people could track. Yet adrenaline allowed him to propel himself up the steps at super speed. He saw energy fields around the books on the library and blood splattered on the floor, with a portal open. Anyone with common sense knew that random portals opened where blood was spilled on the floor seldom meant that cute and fluffy bunny rabbits were about to come out.

In his experience, the portal was opened to another dimension. Dimensional travel was extremely sketchy business at best, hence why Harry never wanted to even try to return home. Even if he wanted and he never wanted to see that place ever again, the young wizard carefully edge the portal and he heard the voice of Mordo once again. He floated up and became one with the ceiling, before he looked down.

"Strange won't stop him from coming, the Dreaded One will rise once again."

Harry suspected that the Dreaded One could apply to a few people but there was one person who it could apply to with one hundred percent accuracy. The young wizard carefully eyed what was around him. He thought about it.

"There is an intruder here Mordo, I sense him."

'Oh boy,' Harry thought to himself, before he zoomed off, trying to make his enemy come to him and not vice versa.

"Come back here!" Mordo stated before he blasted an energy pulse from his hand but the spell only destroyed the wall.

'Okay things to do, find Strange, figure out how to close the portal, or…yeah here's a good one, Potter,' Harry thought as he paused and put up a shield to block the attack, before he fired a series of flaming spikes towards his enemy's shield to crack his defenses.

That type of shield, a Killing Curse would be useless, not that much of the magic he learned in that universe was useful at all. Or much of anything really, given that there were five years where he could count one hand the useful things he learned and still had fingers left over.

'Yes, escape, that's what I need to do, through the door and out of here,' Harry pondered to himself before he made his way down the set of stairs. He knew the front doors were blocked, they would have had to be.

And the basement exits were blocked as well which Harry thought was great.

He blocked them from getting him, that was a good thing but how long would they hold? That was the real question and one that Harry would have to answer before too long. The young wizard carefully kept one eye on the situation, Mordo and those minions were trying to get through his field. So far, so good, at least Harry was able to block him. And block him that he did, he eye up and down the steps, making sure that the shield held and perhaps hurt them a little bit.

Satisfied, for the moment, Harry pulled out the communicator device. Of course the real question was how Mordo and his merry men broke the security of Strange's stronghold. It was pretty airtight, at least not with the eighteen separate violations that Harry counted at the Xavier Institute, but even the most secure security was never foolproof.

Even magic done by the Sorcerer Supreme that was not foolproof. Which was why Harry would have two separate locations for his base of operations, one that was officially on the books, where he would have his meetings with those outside his inner circle, which would be laced with all of the security that he could muster. Then there would be the base where only the girls he was sleeping with would even have the slightest idea where it was. They would be forced to sign an oath binding the location to them under penalty of being cut off from sex.

The official base was already set up, but the private base, well that was a work in progress, although Harry had a feeling that he would put that one somewhere remote.

"Arcane to X-Men, Arcane X-Men, come in X-Men," Harry stated when he closed his eyes. "Phoenix, Shadowcat, Rogue, Nightcrawler, Storm, Wolverine, hell even Cyclops, if anyone is there, pick up!"

And there was nothing which meant Harry was on his own and trapped in the Sanctum Sanctorium with Mordo and his not so merry men.

It was time to get creative or as a wise man once said "win if you can, lose if you must, but always cheat."

Harry turned the ground into quicksand, before he conjured large bowling balls with teeth and propelled them towards the minions. Mordo wisely checked out by now to do what he was doing but that was find, once the distractions were done, Harry could deal with him later.

"Mordo, I must remind you that my patience grows thing and we must speed up the time table for this event."

Mordo stepped back, that statement might sound cliché to some but the fact it was given with some malice, he was going to overlook that.

"Where is Strange?"

"Strange vanished, I think that he went into another realm," Mordo answered when he eyed the flaming head from the other side of the portal. "He sent a message to his apprentice to tell him not to come to this location today for the danger, but I have blocked it. His power and durability, not to mention his youth, will serve as a perfect sacrifice to bring you forth into this world."

"I will hope that you are correct for nothing can be left to chance," the voice echoed, thunder clashing around him.

"I know what…."

"You don't understand anything about what needs to occur," the voice stated, before the brimstone crackled around him. "But I, the Dread Dormannu, have waited for too long for this moment, for my moment to gain revenge. I will scorch them all and it all starts with the Sorcerer Supreme."

"Yes, yes, of course, but Strange has…."

"You will find this apprentice of Strange and bring him before me," Dormannu responded when his eyes glinted with the personification of everything was power.

He was a horror beyond all description and he devoured souls out of boredom, out of enjoyment, whatever one might wanted to say. Regardless, he was someone who offered destruction to countless mortals and he grew even more dangerous by each moment. His eyes blazed with the inferno that scorched all that defied him.

And now his sights were set on this young apprentice of Doctor Strange, this young man known as Harry Potter, oh he would be the coup of a lifetime. Strange must have seen some potential in him train him and Dormmanu thought himself to be above those of this plane but he respected power. And that power would be in his hands, when he crushed the young wizard beneath his thumb until he cried out for mercy.

"Bring him Mordo, bring him, if you value your existence," Dormmannu stated with a furious glint going through his eyes, he knew what was going to happen. "And remember, this is your final opportunity to make something out of yourself. Fail this one and you will not live another day."

Again, Dormmanu was able to make the most tried statements sound the most threatening with the inflection in his voice. Mordo was powerful and formidable enough in his own right but even he had some problems with what was happening. The sorcerer spun around when he edged off and carefully grabbed the side of the wall, when he edged forward.

"We lost him, master," one of his robed minions stated with a bow.

"What?" Mordo asked when his eyes widened and he bit down on his tongue. "Do not stand there, find him?"

"You can't find me, so you might as well give up!"

Taunted, he was being taunted, likely baited by this young man but he would not be so easily tricked. That was not what he did, the sorcerer kept his mind carefully on the prize at hand before he edged ever so closer when he moved forward.

"Come out, and you…"

"Or what, you'll make it easier? You will make my torment less drawn out? I've heard all of these before. I've heard this song and dance, I can't believe you would think that I would fall for it. I mean come on, do you really thing…"

"He's this way, he won't escape," Mordo responded before he edged closer, he needed to have this young man underneath his thumb.

Mordo was not one to fall into obsessions no matter what other people would say about his past with the Sorcerer Supreme and his teacher, the Ancient One. Yet, he was dedicated to the cause, and he was dedicated in tracking down the young wizard apprentice. He picked up the pace when he stepped around and he heard a scream.

One of his followers was taken down with a crash, his arms and legs snapping together in the fury of the attack. Mordo really took his hat off to this young man, he could not….he refused to show any respect to him.

"Come out!"

'And now, with Mordo being sent on a wild goose chase, it's time for me to figure out how to shut this portal,' Harry thought to himself when he edged closer to it. He saw the blood on the floor.

Strange taught him how to close portals but the problem with magic was that there was more than one type of portal. There were your standard transport portals, which allowed for an easy escape. Then there were portals aligned to bring some dangerous force out. Then there were portals that were designed to suck something into a place. And that was really barely scratching the surface, the tip of the iceberg. Regardless, Harry turned his head and bit down on his lip.

'Okay Potter, put your training to use and figure…'

There was a humming and then a swirling vortex of wind.

'Okay, this might be a tad bit trickier than we thought before but that's okay, that's what you were born for,' Harry thought to himself when he continued to edge himself closer to the portal. 'Easy does it Harry, almost there, just a little bit, the rabbit ear goes underneath the hole, and….'

Harry's thought process stopped again and he felt the burning of a crisp wind against his face, and he slid back. He was unable to completely….yeah this wasn't good. He could barely formulate a complete thought that made any sense but this was not good. He edged closer and then edged back.

"I have you now!"

'And again, not good,' Harry though but he summoned all of the power to himself, when he tried to do the portal sealing ritual as Strange taught him.

There was a flash of light and Harry blacked out immediately.

"HARRY, WAKE UP!"

"Huh, what…who?" Harry thought when he felt the lights of sunlight when he was sitting in a hospital room.

He knew this room all too well; he was in…the Hogwarts Hospital Wing?

None of this added upon and Harry peered his head up, when he bit down on his mouth. His head buzzed and he could not figure out what happened or why he was back here at all places.

"Good, Mr. Potter, you're awake, you've been out for the past year."

Harry's head turned and he saw one of the last people he wanted to see with newfound independence, Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore stood there at the edge of the Hospital Wing and this made no sense to Harry.

At all.

"What are you doing here?" Harry demanded, a little testily. "What am I doing here?"

"Calm yourself Harry, you've suffered trauma during your battle with the Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries where you lapsed into a catatonic state," Dumbledore responded with a knowing twinkle in his eye.

This Harry did not believe one hundred percent.

"The past year, I was…." Harry responded when he eyed Hermione standing in the doorway.

"Hello Harry, I'm so glad you're okay and back home," Hermione responded when she rushed over and tried to hug Harry, but Harry turned away from her. "Harry, I don't understand, you seem so…Headmaster, what is it?"

"Harry's mind broke at the loss of Sirius and he tried to go through the Veil, but Remus's attempt to stop him was a little overzealous," Dumbledore responded with a sad smile. "He's fabricated a dream world based off of these….X-Men I believe they're called."

Harry refused to answer, whatever game that was being played.

"So I'm at Hogwarts," Harry responded whilst he eyed Dumbledore suspiciously.

Dumbledore corrected this assessment immediately. "No, you're in St. Mungo's you've suffered a psychotic break. Hermione's read you Muggle Comic Books while you slept but I feel that they've contributed to the delusions. Your mind has created a dream world which you have tried to escape the harsh reality of a life filled with pain and loss. A virtual wish fulfillment in many words."

"The adventures of these X-Men, they're not real, Mr. Potter," a healer stated. He had grey hair with a goatee and an expression on his face that was even more grandfatherly than Dumbledore. Harry kept his eyes on this man, wondering what the game was. "Your mind has fabricated a fantasy based on a desire to escape the real world. Eventually when your treatments are done, you will be able to function once again and all time you believed you spent in that world will be erased."

"Don't worry Harry, I'll make sure you'll all better and whole again," Hermione stated with a bright smile. "You know you could trust me, right?"

Harry shifted, for a second he bought it but he heard the burning of embers, the same burning that he heard before he got sucked into the portal. Then the sound was gone when he eyed Hermione and the Healer turned towards him.

"I believe it should start with us removing that box that has been in your hand from your person, as it is the key to your delusions," the Healer responded before he offered Harry a smile. "Go ahead Mr. Potter, hand it over, it may be a dangerous magical artifact that is amplifying your delusions."

'Do not under any circumstances relinquish control of the box,' a soft female voice whispered in Harry's ear and he turned over, to see a girl with red hair and green eyes staring at him. At first, Harry thought it was Jean but she was shorter.

She nodded towards him, eyed the box in his hand.

'It is the key out of here, you are being led to a world of delusion,' the girl responded as she watched him.

'Who are you?' Harry thought to her.

'Someone who was sent here by your mother to keep an eye on you, but I never revealed myself, always only watching from afar,' the girl responded as she watched them.

Harry's head was spinning.

'It's time we meet but the other one, she's on her way, don't worry, you'll understand,' she stated to him mentally.

"Trust me," she whispered.

"Harry, don't pay any attention to her, she's delusional," Hermione responded as she eyed her.

"It is true, Miss Morse over there believes that she is a survivor of Mars, she has suffered a traumatic episode of her own, when trying to make a Potion and it exploding in her face," Dumbledore responded carefully.

"Who do you trust?" Hermione asked. "Your best friend or some stranger."

What was that annoying humming sound?

"So be a good boy Mr. Potter and don't relinquish the box."

"We only want to help you Harry," Hermione responded in a pleading voice.

The healers moved over to sedate the redhead girl beside him.

Harry wondered what happened, he felt his memories fading, strands being snipped away, and things got less vivid.

"Go ahead Mr. Potter."

Harry knew what his next move was. The box clutched in his hand.