Location: Earth-938 – A Universe in Flames
The sky bled.
A sun—twice as large as it should've been—collapsed into a black hole of crimson fire. Planets screamed as they turned to ash. Stars blinked out like dying candles.
And from the center of it all… she rose.
The Dark Phoenix.
Not just Jean Grey corrupted—but a multiversal version, fused with the essence of a hundred destroyed Jean Greys. She had consumed timelines, murdered gods, and broken worlds.
And now… she wanted Harry Potter.
Back on Earth-199999 – Xavier Institute for Higher Learning
Charles Xavier stared at the psychic map in horror.
"She's breached another ten realities in the last hour," he whispered. "I've never seen power like this. Not even our Phoenix had that level of destruction."
"She's drawn to me," Harry said. "Because I carry the Hallows, the magic of Olympus, the X-gene, and the Sword of the Multiverse. I'm the one thing that could stop her."
Jean Grey stood nearby, pale, her own powers trembling.
"She's not just a version of me," Jean said. "She is me. But every worst version—all rage, no balance."
Tony, arms crossed, nodded grimly. "We need a multiversal strike team."
"Already building one," Harry replied. "And I'm bringing allies who don't care about cosmic rules."
He tapped his gauntlet. Portals opened behind him.
From one stepped Thor, lightning cracking behind him.
From another—Stephen Strange, cloak swirling, eyes glowing.
Then Logan. Storm. Deadpool (uninvited, again).
Then Sirius Black, armored like a wizarding warlord.
And finally… a young woman in a stealth suit made of magic and Wakandan tech: Luna Lovegood.
"We're going to stop her," Harry said.
"And if we can't?" Natasha asked quietly.
Harry's eyes burned with Merlin's fire.
"Then I'll do what I was made for."
"I'll end her."
Later – Earth-8219, Multiversal Crosspoint
The battle began at the edge of everything.
The strike team met the Dark Phoenix at the Crosspoint—a place where realities converged. Her wings spanned light-years. Her voice shattered stars.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN CHAIN FATE, BOY?" she roared. "I AM FATE."
Harry raised his blade, a fusion of Excalibur and the Sword of Gryffindor. "No. You're a mistake that I'm here to fix."
The Avengers, the X-Men, and Harry's allies charged. Magic and science, fang and flame, adamantium and lightning—all clashed against the fire of a broken goddess.
And above it all, Jean Grey watched through a tear in reality… afraid of what she might become.