The first time Hagrid laid eyes on Harry, he nearly dropped his umbrella.
Not because Harry was small or frail—but because the boy before him radiated an energy Hagrid couldn't explain. A quiet storm in human form. The goblins had already handled the legalities—Hogwarts would accept Harry under one condition: they wouldn't interfere with his independence. The Board of Governors had been… persuaded.
Harry stood aboard his custom airship, Excalibur, hovering just above London's clouds. It gleamed like a metallic dragon, runes etched along its hull, blending goblin steel, Wakandan vibranium, and Asgardian enchantments.
"Yer not serious," Hagrid muttered as Harry tossed a bag of gold to the half-giant. "You… flew here?"
"I don't do boats," Harry said flatly. "Also, I've got dinosaurs to check on."
"Dinosaurs?"
Harry didn't answer. He jumped back onto the airship, a custom wand holstered on his thigh, a modified Stark-Tech handgun on the other. The airship rotated silently and shot toward the Caribbean.
Isla Nublar – Jurassic Park, In Progress
Dr. Henry Wu adjusted his glasses as the child stepped into the lab, escorted by several goblins in black suits.
"You're… Harry Potter?"
"Investor. Visionary. Possibly a demigod," Harry replied. "You're the scientist I gave funding to. How's the Indominus?"
Wu blinked. "Still in development."
Harry turned to the raptors in the pen outside the window. "I want one. Train it myself. It'll listen to me."
"You're eleven," Wu protested.
"I'm also the Heir of Merlin, Poseidon's bloodline, and the Guardian of the Multiverse," Harry said calmly. "Age is… negotiable."
Behind him, a small mutant gene scanner beeped. Positive. Harry grinned. "Looks like I'll be attending Professor Xavier's School soon too."
Hogwarts Express – En Route to Hogwarts
Students stared as Harry entered the train. Not because of his fame—but because he walked with weapons, two magical familiars (a silver-winged phoenix and a baby raptor named Echo), and an aura that made even Draco Malfoy hesitate.
Ron Weasley tried to sit across from him.
"Don't."
"Why not?"
Harry's eyes glowed. "Because your family still thinks Dumbledore's a saint. I don't talk to pawns."
Hermione Granger peeked in. "Is it true you already own Gringotts shares and… Jurassic Park?"
Harry nodded. "And Stark Industries. Want to read my investment portfolio?"
She sat.
Outside, clouds darkened. Storms crackled.
The Guardian of the Multiverse was coming to Hogwarts—and Dumbledore didn't know it yet.
But he would.
Very soon.