I Open at the Close

The world seemed to be carrying on as usual, with people hurrying about their business and going about their daily routines—a normal day. As the sun rose over New York City, the Avengers Tower stood tall and proud in the heart of the bustling city. Inside, the day began like any other, with each Avenger going about their daily routine. It was just another day in the Avengers Tower. Clint was running around the common area, dodging and weaving as Nat chased after him.

Natasha called out, "Get back here, Barton!"

Clint laughed, "You'll have to catch me first!"

Meanwhile, Bucky was grumbling as he picked up pieces of popcorn from his hair. "Why did you have to throw that on my hair?!Sam?"

Sam smirked, "It's all in good fun, man."

Peter chimed in, "Yeah, lighten up, Bucky!"

Thor was sitting on the couch, engrossed in an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians. "This family intrigues me," he muttered to himself.

Tony was lounging in his favorite armchair, a glass of scotch in hand. "I love days like this," he said contentedly.

Steve Rogers was sitting in a nearby armchair, reading the newspaper. He looked up and smiled at the chaos around him. "It's good to see everyone having fun," he said.

The elevator ding, Loki in all his glory groggily rubbed his eyes as he stumbled out of the elevator in Avengers Tower. He was still wearing his green and gold outfit from the night before, which was now wrinkled and stained with what appeared to be pizza sauce.

As he made his way into the living room, he saw the rest of the Avengers already up and about, going about their daily routines–wrecking havoc at this god's forsaken morning.

"Morning, Loki!" His mate called out from his spot on the couch, where he was lounging with a scotch in hand.

"Good morning,Tony" Loki grumbled, still trying to shake off the sleep from his eyes. "Why didn't anyone bother to wake me up?"

Clint, who was in the middle of being chased around the room by Nat, turned to Loki with a smirk. "We tried, but you were dead to the world. And besides, it's not like you're on any sort of schedule."

Sam and Peter, who were in the midst of putting the finishing touches on a prank they had planned for Bucky–again, both grinned at Loki.

"Yeah, we figured you needed the beauty sleep," Bucky said with a chuckle.

Loki scowled at the group and to his other mate, but couldn't help but feel a small sense of belonging. He had been hesitant to join the Avengers at first, but after months of living with them and because of his mates he was starting to feel like he had a place in their little family.

"Fine," he muttered, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "But don't make a habit of it."

Suddenly they felt a jolt, as if the entire building was shaking. The lights flickered and several objects fell off the shelves.

"What the hell was that?" Tony exclaimed, looking around in confusion.

"It felt like an earthquake," Steve said, looking out the window.

"But there's no seismic activity reported in the area," Bruce added, checking his computer.

Just then, a bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, followed by another one, and then another one. The thunder was deafening, and the building shook again.

"Is that thunder?" Sam asked, looking up at the ceiling.
“Mister Thor! Was it you?” Peter asked.

"It's too loud for thunder," Thor said, looking excited. "It must be something else!"

Just then, the ground shook again, and this time it was even stronger. The Avengers stumbled and fell to the ground, and the building creaked under the pressure.

"What is happening?" Natasha yelled, holding onto the couch for dear life.

"I don't know, but we need to find out," Steve said, getting up.

As they made their way towards the door, they heard a loud boom outside, and the tower shook again, almost knocking them off their feet.

"This is no earthquake," Bruce said, his eyes widening. "Something is entering the atmosphere."

S.H.I.E.L.D HQ

Nick Fury swiftly stood up from his chair, his eyes glued to the monitor that showed the recent burst of power slowly falling from the sky. He frowned as he studied the data, his mind already racing with possibilities.

"Get me a team that is nearest," he barked to the agent beside him. "We need to investigate this immediately."

The agent quickly moved to comply, sending out a message to the Agents who were stationed near in their communication system. Within minutes, he reported to Fury that the team had assembled in motion, looking alert and ready for action.

"North Pole," Fury announced, his voice grave. "We have a potential threat that we need to investigate. The power surge indicates that it might be something otherworldly."

North Pole
Earlier

The sky above began to glow with an intense light, and a powerful energy surged through the air. The power pulsated as the being landed with a deafening boom, shaking the ground and causing the air to ripple with energy. The universe was momentarily stunned, unsure of what to do in the face of such power.

They watched, and the entity began to emit a blinding light. When the light subsided, the being had revealed a human figure. A man wearing a coat with somewhat of a long hair splayed upon his face, he lay down there in cold snow with no indication of waking up.

Harry

Harry…Wake up

Dad! Come on, Open your eyes!

Harry breathed.

In his disoriented state he tried to propped up his elbow to stand but after a few tries he decided against it. He rolled his body to lay down in the snow and looked up at the sky with a tired expression. At first, he thought it's different– The sky was the same shade of blue, and the land was a vibrant shade of white that he had seen before, it was a snow covered land. He tried to make sense of it all, but his confusion quickly turned to anger.

As he realized what they did to him—what they have done to him, Harry’s rage intensified.

He cursed this new world and everything in it. His magic destroys all that was near, taking out his frustration on anything he could find. He was overwhelmed with a wave of emotions that hit him all at once. Pain, grief, anger, and loneliness all seemed to come crashing down on him with a force that was almost too much to bear.

The pain he felt was a physical ache deep within his chest, as if his heart had been ripped out of his chest and left a gaping hole. It was the pain of losing everyone he had ever loved, from his parents to his closest friends to his wife and children. The pain of all the battles he had fought and the lives he had taken in the name of saving the wizarding world.

Grief weighed heavily on him, a crushing weight that threatened to suffocate him. He grieved for all those he had lost, for the childhood he had never really had, and for the future he had been denied. He grieved for the part of himself that had died with each person he had loved and lost.

Anger burned hot within him, a seething rage that threatened to consume him. He was angry at the injustice of it all, at the senseless violence and death that had marked his life. He was angry at those who had taken so much from him and left him with so little.

And then there was the loneliness, a deep sense of isolation that had followed him his entire life. He had always felt like an outsider, never truly belonging anywhere. Even among his closest friends, he had felt a sense of disconnect, as if he were watching from the outside looking in.

All of these emotions swirled together, a tempest of pain and grief and anger and loneliness that threatened to overwhelm him.

As he lay down all of his emotions turned to despair. He just lays in the ground staring emotionless at the sky. He wanted to die, to be with them in whatever afterlife awaited him yet even that last piece of mercy, they took away from him.

“Aren’t they afraid I will condemn this whole world to damnation? Aren’t they worried that I would destroy this world like I did in mine?? Why aren’t you answering me? Tell me!” he weaved in a heavy breath after a silence knowing that they won't answer him and with just the cold breeze of the air that he’s breathing is all what he can see, he exhaled and the once pained expression turned into a blank, cold, closed-off expression and in a whisper he said,

“I have lost my faith in man—they fear a God…” he stood up and fixed himself looking around at the place he destroyed as soon as he got here and walked towards what will be his new hell.

"I am another.”