Harry Potter: The Revenant

Gellert Grindelwald locked the door to his small, Spartan room at the safehouse. The simple click of the lock felt louder than it should have, but he didn't flinch. He wasn't nervous—he hadn't been nervous in decades. No, this was something else. Anticipation. A mix of calculated determination and the faintest hint of hope.

The room was plain: a bed, a desk, a chair. Nothing that hinted at the grandeur or power he once wielded as one of the most feared wizards of his age. The Dark Lord Grindelwald—terror of Europe, the visionary who almost bent the magical and mundane worlds to his will—now stood here, an aging man, wrapped in shadows and necessity.

From within his coat, he withdrew a small vial filled with a faintly glowing liquid: the Infinity Formula. The result of decades of Hydra's obsessive experimentation and one of the many treasures hidden within their labyrinthine strongholds. He'd stolen it, of course. Hydra's secrets had always been ripe for the taking, and in the chaos of planning Harry's escape, this particular prize had fallen neatly into his hands.

He turned the vial over in his fingers, the liquid inside shifting and catching the dim light of the desk lamp. The formula was Hydra's attempt to cheat death—a concoction promising a longer, stronger life. Gellert couldn't help but smile wryly at the irony. He was about to steal the future from an organization that had tried to rob it from countless others.

It wasn't vanity that drove him. No, Gellert had abandoned such trivialities long ago. This was practicality. He was still an escaped war criminal, no matter how much time had passed or how reformed he might claim to be. If he was to lead the new Wizarding division that S.H.I.E.L.D. was building, to stand in the spotlight—or even the shadows—he couldn't do it looking like a relic of another age.

More than that, Harry needed him. Not as the broken old man he'd been forced to become in Nurmengard, but as someone capable of standing beside him, guiding him, protecting him. During their time in Hydra's clutches, Gellert had grown to care for the boy—a strange, fierce attachment he hadn't anticipated. Harry had reminded him of his younger self: full of fire and potential but burdened by chains and expectations he hadn't chosen. It was no small thing to admit, but he thought of Harry like a grandson, and now that they were free, he intended to ensure the boy had the chance to build a life outside of Hydra's shadow.

With steady hands, he prepared the injection, pulling the formula into the syringe. The hum of magic in his blood called to him, an old, familiar ache, but this was a task for science—a necessary compromise in a world that now demanded both magic and technology.

Rolling up his sleeve, Gellert revealed the thin, pale skin of his arm, crisscrossed with veins that seemed like faded maps to places long forgotten. He took a breath, steady and deliberate, before pressing the needle against his skin and injecting the formula.

The reaction was immediate.

A heat unlike anything he'd felt in years spread through his veins, igniting every nerve, every fiber of his being. He dropped the syringe, his fingers clutching the edge of the desk as his legs threatened to give way. His body felt like it was on fire, burning away the decades of wear and decay that had settled into his bones.

He staggered back, crashing against the wall, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His vision blurred, and for a moment, he thought he might collapse. But then, just as suddenly as it began, the pain subsided, leaving behind a strange, thrumming energy.

Gellert moved to the small mirror on the wall, his hands trembling as he lifted his gaze.

The man staring back at him was... younger. Not the sharp-jawed youth he had been during his rise to power, but no longer the frail, silver-haired prisoner who had rotted away in Nurmengard. His hair was now a darker, platinum blond, streaked faintly with silver, and his face, though still lined with age, had smoothed out, the deep creases of time softened. His eyes—sharp, calculating, and still very much his own—glimmered with something that had been missing for years: vitality.

He touched his face, almost disbelieving. It had worked.

This new visage would be enough to craft a new identity. A new man. Not Gellert Grindelwald, the fallen Dark Lord, but someone else entirely. A ghost, perhaps, but one with a purpose.

Straightening, Gellert allowed himself a small smile. The weight of years still lingered in his mind, but his body was a blank slate, ready for what came next. He glanced down at the discarded vial, its now-empty contents the key to his rebirth.

"Time to rebuild," he murmured to himself, his voice low and firm. "For Harry. For magic. For the future."

He picked up the vial and stashed it away, his mind already racing with plans. The past was behind him now. What mattered was what lay ahead.

—

Steve hadn't walked far when he heard the distinct metallic snikt of claws extending. He stopped in his tracks, turning just in time to see Harry step into the sparring ring with Bucky. The room fell silent, save for the quiet hum of tension that followed Harry everywhere these days.

Bucky cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, his left arm gleaming faintly under the training room's fluorescent lights. He glanced at Harry with a smirk, the kind of look that said, Let's see what you've got, kid.

Harry, on the other hand, looked calm—too calm. His posture was loose, his hands hanging by his sides, but Steve didn't miss the way his emerald eyes flickered with something sharp, something lethal.

Bucky lunged first, his movements quick and precise, a perfect mix of his Hydra training and years of experience. Harry dodged with ease, his footwork fluid and deliberate. He wasn't just keeping up with Bucky—he was anticipating him.

Steve leaned against the wall, arms crossed, observing the fight with growing curiosity. Harry was holding back, no doubt about it. His punches were controlled, his blocks deliberate. But then Bucky feinted left, his Vibranium arm swinging toward Harry's ribs.

That's when it happened.

Harry's hands shot up, and suddenly, claws of shimmering Vibranium extended from his knuckles with that unmistakable snikt. The sound was sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room, and everyone froze for a split second—including Bucky.

Steve's jaw tightened. What the hell did Hydra do to this kid?

Harry didn't give Bucky time to recover. He parried the swing with his claws, the Vibranium-on-Vibranium clash sending a ringing vibration through the room. But that wasn't all. As Bucky pressed forward, Harry's claws began to glow faintly, absorbing the kinetic energy of the hit.

With a grunt, Harry shoved Bucky back, the stored energy in his claws dispersing in a pulse that sent the Winter Soldier sliding several feet across the mat.

"Whoa," Bucky muttered, shaking out his arm. He glanced at Steve, then back at Harry, eyebrows raised. "Didn't see that coming."

Harry smirked, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I've got a few tricks."

Steve pushed off the wall and stepped closer, his concern masked by his usual composed demeanor. "Harry." His voice was calm but firm, the kind of tone that brooked no argument.

Harry turned, retracting his claws with another soft snikt. "Yeah?"

Steve gestured toward the sparring ring. "What was that?"

Harry hesitated, glancing at the floor for a moment before meeting Steve's gaze. "Hydra didn't just mess with my head," he admitted quietly. "They... experimented. Spliced my DNA with someone they called Weapon X. And then they decided to improve on the experiment."

Steve's stomach churned. He knew exactly who Weapon X was—Wolverine. But adding Vibranium to the mix? That was new. And horrifying.

"They grafted Vibranium to my skeleton," Harry continued, his voice steady despite the weight of his words. "Said it made me the perfect weapon. The claws? They weren't exactly optional."

Steve's eyes softened as he took a step closer. "And the energy thing?"

Harry shrugged, trying to play it off like it wasn't a big deal. "Something about how Vibranium absorbs and stores kinetic energy. Turns out, I can channel it into my magic. The more I absorb, the stronger my core gets."

Bucky, now standing at Steve's side, let out a low whistle. "That's... intense."

"Yeah," Harry said, his smirk returning, though this time it was tinged with bitterness. "Guess Hydra didn't get the memo that I don't like being anyone's science project."

Steve reached out, resting a hand on Harry's shoulder. "You're not a project. Not to us. You're part of this team, Harry. And no matter what they did to you, you get to decide what you do with it now."

For a moment, Harry didn't respond. But then he nodded, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

"Thanks, Captain."

"Anytime."

As Harry turned back to the sparring ring, Steve exchanged a glance with Bucky. Neither of them said anything, but the unspoken agreement was clear: whatever Hydra had done to Harry, they'd make damn sure he never felt like a weapon again.

—

Gellert Grindelwald adjusted the cuffs of his sleeve as he stepped out of his room, his movements fluid and deliberate. It was strange to feel strength return to his limbs, his joints no longer creaking under the weight of years. The sharp energy coursing through him was almost intoxicating, but he kept his expression neutral. He wasn't here to flaunt his transformation—he was here to face the consequences.

The quiet hallway of the safehouse was interrupted by the echo of voices, a sharp contrast to the stillness of his thoughts. Rounding the corner, he found Peggy Carter and Howard Stark in a heated discussion. Howard, as usual, gestured wildly with his hands, his voice dripping with sarcasm and irritation. Peggy stood opposite him, arms crossed, her expression one of exasperated patience.

"…I'm just saying, Peg, if we had access to more samples, I could've figured out a way to replicate it—safely this time! Hydra wasn't exactly sharing their notes with the rest of the class," Howard was saying when he noticed Gellert approaching.

The words died on his lips as his gaze locked onto the wizard. Peggy turned a moment later, her brows knitting together in confusion before realization hit. She blinked once, twice, before schooling her features into something resembling composure.

"Grindelwald?" Peggy asked cautiously, though her tone carried the authority of someone who demanded answers. "What have you done?"

Howard's reaction was less composed. He let out a low whistle, his eyes narrowing as he took in Gellert's altered appearance. "Well, I'll be damned. Either you found a really good hair dye, or—"

"I took the Infinity Formula," Gellert interrupted, his voice calm but firm. "I know what it looks like, but let me explain."

Peggy's gaze hardened, her arms dropping to her sides as she stepped closer. "You stole it from Hydra," she said, her voice laced with equal parts accusation and curiosity.

"Yes," Gellert admitted without hesitation. "And I used it."

Howard folded his arms, clearly unimpressed. "You used it? You know, some of us might've liked a chance to, I don't know, study it first?"

Gellert reached into his pocket and, without a word, tossed the empty vial to Howard. The inventor caught it reflexively, his mouth opening to protest before he realized there was still a small residue of the glowing liquid inside.

"Study what's left," Gellert said evenly. "There wasn't much to begin with. I used what I needed and nothing more."

Howard scowled, inspecting the vial like it was a personal affront. "Gee, thanks. A few drops to work with. That's generous."

"Enough, Howard," Peggy said sharply, her attention still fixed on Gellert. "Why? Why take it now? Why not tell us?"

Gellert's lips twitched into the faintest of smiles. "Because, Agent Carter, you would have argued against it. You would have told me it was unnecessary or reckless. And perhaps you would've been right. But I couldn't risk being a liability. Harry needs me—whole and capable. Not an aging relic."

Peggy's frown deepened, but she didn't immediately argue. Her gaze softened just slightly as she considered his words. "And you think this will make you better suited to protect him?"

"I do," Gellert said simply. "I don't regret it. But I understand if you feel otherwise."

Howard let out a huff of frustration, waving the vial in the air. "Well, great. Now you're all shiny and new. But what happens when someone recognizes that face of yours? You're not exactly inconspicuous, you know."

Gellert inclined his head. "I assumed that's where the two of you would come in. A new identity will be necessary, I imagine."

Peggy raised a brow. "Do you have one in mind?"

Gellert's smile widened slightly, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Call me Gideon Adler."

Howard snorted. "Subtle."

Peggy ignored him, nodding thoughtfully. "Gideon Adler it is. You'll need documents, of course—birth records, identification. Howard?"

"Yeah, yeah," Howard muttered, still inspecting the vial. "I'll take care of it. Just don't expect me to forgive you for wasting this golden ticket."

Gellert inclined his head in acknowledgment. "Your contribution is appreciated, Mr. Stark."

Peggy glanced between the two men, letting out a quiet sigh. "We'll make this work, but, Gideon, I need you to understand something. Trust is hard-earned in this line of work, and you've just complicated things."

"I'm well aware," Gellert said, his tone softening. "But I assure you, Agent Carter, my loyalty remains with Harry. And, by extension, to you."

Peggy held his gaze for a moment longer before nodding. "Fine. Then let's focus on what comes next."

As they walked away, Gellert allowed himself a moment of reflection. Gideon Adler. A new name for a new life. It felt strange, almost foreign, but necessary. He had chosen it for a reason.

Because if there was one thing Gellert Grindelwald excelled at, it was reinventing himself.

—

The safehouse's training room was a hub of noise and motion. Steve Rogers sparred with Bucky Barnes in the center, their movements sharp and deliberate as they tested each other's reflexes. Nearby, Harry Potter, a 5-year-old in the body of an 18-year-old supersoldier, moved with awkward precision, attempting to mimic their movements under Steve's watchful eye. Harry's muscles obeyed Hydra's conditioning more than his actual thoughts, making every motion a strange blend of grace and hesitation.

On the far side of the room, Natasha Romanoff was going through drills with James, Lily, Sirius, Ted, Andromeda, and Tonks. The wizards, still adjusting to the more physical demands of Muggle training, were visibly out of their element but determined to keep up. Tonks tripped over her own feet for the third time, earning a snort from Sirius and a muffled laugh from James.

The door opened, and Peggy Carter walked in, flanked by Howard Stark and a newly rejuvenated Gellert Grindelwald—now Gideon Adler. The chatter died down almost immediately as all eyes turned toward them.

Steve straightened, wiping sweat from his brow. "Peggy. Howard. And... Grindelwald?" He squinted at the older man, clearly thrown by his younger appearance.

"Not anymore," Peggy announced, her voice crisp. "From this moment forward, Gellert Grindelwald is officially Gideon Adler. For operational purposes, he's starting over."

Sirius barked out a laugh, nudging James. "Well, Gideon Adler certainly has a ring to it. Sounds like a dodgy wizard from a cheap novel."

James grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Or a traveling potion salesman. 'Step right up, ladies and gents! I'm Gideon Adler, purveyor of magical elixirs and miracle cures!'"

"Very amusing," Grindelwald—no, Adler—said dryly, his tone not entirely devoid of humor. "I trust your field names are equally inventive?"

"Padfoot and Prongs," Lily said with a sigh, arms crossed. "Yes, I'm married to Prongs. And before you ask, no, they're not changing them—though I've tried."

"Those are barely pseudonyms," Peggy pointed out, frowning. "Field names are supposed to protect your identities, not broadcast your Animagus forms."

Howard snickered. "She's right. Might as well call yourself 'Big Stag Energy' at this point."

"Big Stag Energy has a nice ring to it," Sirius said with a grin, dodging the swat James aimed at his head.

"Enough," Peggy said, her patience wearing thin. "This is serious. We all need proper field names. Even Harry."

Harry, who had been half-listening while practicing a sequence of punches, froze. He turned to the group, his expression clouding. "I'm not going by Der Winterzauberer." The bitterness in his voice was palpable. "That's what Hydra called me."

Bucky, who had been leaning against the wall, nodded in solidarity. "Same goes for me. The Winter Soldier is dead. If I need a name, I'm going with White Wolf."

Steve gave Bucky an approving nod, but his gaze softened when it turned to Harry. "Fair enough, kid. What do you want to be called?"

Harry hesitated, glancing around the room. Everyone was watching him now, waiting. He hated this. He'd barely come to terms with what Hydra had done to him—transforming his body into a weapon and robbing him of his childhood—and now he was supposed to rebrand himself like a superhero? The thought made his skin crawl.

"How about something cool, like 'Phoenix'?" Tonks suggested. "You know, rising from the ashes and all that?"

"Too obvious," Andromeda countered. "And it doesn't fit his... situation."

"What about Auror?" James said proudly. "That's a solid name."

"For a wizard," Ted said, shaking his head. "Not for someone operating in both worlds."

Suggestions flew around the room, each one less suitable than the last. Harry's frustration grew until Adler stepped forward, his voice cutting through the noise.

"The Revenant," he said, his tone quiet but commanding.

The room fell silent.

Grindelwald's—or rather, Adler's—gaze met Harry's, steady and unwavering. "Hydra killed the Dursleys to make it appear as though you died with them. To the world, Harry Potter is dead. But you're here, alive, stronger than ever. A revenant. Risen from the grave."

Harry considered it, the weight of the name sinking in. It wasn't flashy, but it fit. It felt like him—someone who had been through hell and come out the other side, scarred but standing.

"The Revenant," Harry said slowly, testing the name on his tongue. He looked up at Adler and nodded. "I like it."

Peggy glanced at the group. "Then it's settled. From this point forward, Harry is The Revenant. No more arguing."

Sirius, never one to stay silent for long, smirked. "Fine, but I'm still calling him 'Kid' off the field."

"Try it and see how far I punch you," Harry said, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

The room erupted into chuckles, the tension broken. For the first time in what felt like forever, Harry felt like he was part of something—something bigger than himself, something worth fighting for.

—

The months flew by with a blur of preparation and teamwork, each day adding another layer to the bonds forming between the members of this newly forged team. They had learned to fight together, to heal together, and above all, to trust one another. The stakes had never been higher, and they knew that every action, every decision, would be crucial.

Ted Tonks and Andromeda Black were the first to focus on the team's healing needs. It wasn't just about treating cuts and bruises, it was about creating a robust system of recovery for the kind of injuries they might face in battle. With Lily Potter's help, the trio had transformed their makeshift laboratory into a small, but efficient, healing center.

"I've been brewing for hours," Lily muttered, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead as she carefully added a pinch of powdered moonstone to a cauldron. "These potions need to be precise, or we'll risk making things worse. Ted, can you check the salves again?"

Ted looked up from his notes, his hands dusted with soot from another concoction he'd just finished brewing. "Of course," he said, grabbing a small vial and holding it up to the light. "I've got this. You're the expert, Lily."

Andromeda, busy inscribing runes onto the walls of the lab, nodded approvingly. "Everything needs to be perfect," she said quietly, "For them. For all of us."

Howard Stark, who had been standing off to the side, occasionally glancing over their work with an almost childlike wonder, couldn't help but marvel at the magic in play. It wasn't just the precision or the result; it was the sheer foreignness of it. He knew science—he lived science—but this? This was something else entirely.

"Lily, I have to say, I'm amazed," Howard said, coming closer to observe the shimmering potions as they settled in their vials. "I mean, I've seen all sorts of gadgets and tech, but this... this is different. How do you even begin to understand all this?"

Lily flashed him a smile, though it was tinged with sadness. "It's second nature to us, Howard. We were taught it from the moment we could walk. Magic isn't about science—it's about understanding the world in a different way. But," she added, turning to face him fully, "I'd be happy to show you a thing or two, if you're interested."

Howard raised an eyebrow. "Maybe later. I'm still trying to figure out how a wand can explode in your hands and not send you to the hospital."

"Don't worry," Lily said with a laugh. "We're not that reckless... usually."

Meanwhile, in another room of their hidden base, Howard, Adler, and Lily were working together to create new suits for the team. They had been using the technology they'd salvaged from the Hydra base where Harry had been held—most notably, the Vibranium. The material was precious, and there was only so much of it, but it was enough to create something special.

"Okay, let's get serious here," Howard said as he spread out blueprints on a workbench. "I've got the tech sorted. The suits need to be light, durable, and able to handle whatever magic or firepower we throw at them. I can handle that."

Adler, looking over the designs with a critical eye, tapped a finger on the paper. "The magic infusion needs to be carefully balanced. We can't just slap some charms on them and call it a day. Each suit needs an individual approach. Protection against curses, hexes, and, most importantly, pain. We don't want them down in the field because they've been incapacitated by something as trivial as a curse."

"That's where you come in," Lily said, pulling a small vial of shimmering liquid from her pocket and handing it to Adler. "The special enchantments. They'll make all the difference."

"I'm on it," Adler replied, his voice a low rumble of concentration. "The suits are going to be something else."

Howard glanced up from his work, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, I'm really excited to see how this goes, but I can't wait to see the look on Steve's face when he gets his new shield."

Lily smiled. "You're the one who suggested it—this new shield for Peggy, not Steve. The design's based on her Captain role, but instead of the Stars and Stripes, we'll go with the Union Jack. I thought it would be a fitting tribute to her leadership."

"I still can't believe you got your hands on Vibranium," Howard muttered in awe. "But hey, if it works for Captain America, it'll work for Peggy. And Harry's suit? That one's extra special, right?"

Lily's face softened at the mention of Harry. "Yes. I still feel like I failed him. I wasn't there when he needed me most... not when he was growing up, not when Hydra took him. I can't undo the past, but I'll make sure he has what he needs now. No one's going to hurt him again."

"I understand," Howard said, his tone surprisingly soft. "But you're doing something right, because he's a different person now. Stronger. Better."

"I hope so," Lily replied. "I hope so."

---

On the training grounds, Harry was gradually becoming accustomed to the body he had inherited. With the super-soldier strength coursing through him, combined with his magical abilities, he felt both powerful and overwhelmed. At times, he felt like an oversized child, unsure of how much power to use in any given situation.

Bucky was the first to notice Harry's struggle during one of their sparring sessions. "You've got the strength, kid, but you need to learn to control it," Bucky said, his voice steady as he dodged one of Harry's overly aggressive punches. "Think before you throw a punch. You're not just throwing fists—you're controlling everything."

"I know, but it feels like I'm living in someone else's body," Harry grumbled, trying to regain his footing after missing his target. "I've got all this power, and I don't know what to do with it. It's like I'm trying to figure out how to play a game without reading the rules."

Steve, who had been observing from the sidelines, stepped forward. "Take a breath," he said, offering Harry a calming presence. "You're not alone in this. I know it's hard, but you've got a team who's got your back. You're going to figure it out. We'll help you get there."

Harry nodded, but the doubt still lingered in his eyes. "I'm supposed to be this great hero, but I'm not sure I'm cut out for it. I don't want to fail."

"You won't," Natasha said, coming up behind him. "Not with us here."

Across the room, Adler was in the middle of instructing Harry on magical combat, while Lily, Sirius, and James provided assistance. The magical training was just as intense as the physical one, but it was different—calm, methodical, and deeply rooted in Harry's sense of identity. The harder they pushed him, the more he began to understand his own magic, each spell building upon the last.

Meanwhile, Billy Koenig and Phil Coulson had their hands full with their most difficult mission yet: babysitting five-year-old Rose Potter.

"Phil, I thought you said you were good with kids," Billy said, rubbing his temples as Rose threw yet another tantrum in the corner of the room. "This kid's a hurricane."

Phil's calm demeanor barely shifted. "I can handle this. I've dealt with worse."

Rose, sitting cross-legged on the floor, pouted. "I want to go outside!"

Billy groaned. "It's too dangerous out there, Rose."

"I don't care!" she shouted, crossing her arms and sticking out her bottom lip. "I want now!"

"Yeah," Phil muttered, "this is definitely worse than Hydra."

Tonks wandered by, glancing in at the chaos. "Need help?"

"I don't know if there's anything that can help," Billy said with a resigned sigh.

"She's definitely a handful, isn't she?" Tonks said, raising an eyebrow. "I guess this is the real challenge, huh?"

As the months passed, the team's efforts to train, heal, and create the tools they would need to protect each other continued. They worked tirelessly, but through it all, they grew stronger. And they knew that when the time came, they'd be ready—together.

—

The day had come. The suits, the gear, the culmination of months of work, were finally ready for the team. Howard Stark had been the mastermind behind the tech, blending his cutting-edge engineering with magical enhancements from Lily and Adler, who had meticulously fused ancient runes and charms into the fabric of their suits. The result was a fusion of technology and magic that no one could have ever expected.

As the team gathered in their makeshift training facility, the atmosphere was electric. Howard paced excitedly in front of them, almost like a proud father. "Alright, folks, it's showtime," he said with a grin. "I'm pretty sure these suits could stop a tank, and that's before you add the magic to the mix."

"Let's see them, then," Steve said, standing with his arms crossed, the usual stoic expression on his face, though a spark of excitement flickered in his eyes.

Harry stepped forward first, his armor glinting under the dim lights. His suit—red, black, and sleek—was a perfect match for his new persona, the Revenant. The sleek, segmented armor hugged his frame, with a hood flowing around his face like a shadow. His helmet was dark and sleek, with glowing eyes that glowed red like embers in the dark.

The others took a step back, staring in awe. Even Sirius, ever the cynic, couldn't help but smile, impressed by the craftsmanship. "Well, look at you, kid," he said with a proud chuckle. "That's some serious armor."

"Yeah," James added, "That's definitely the 'I'm about to kick some serious butt' look."

Howard gave a small bow. "You're welcome."

Harry flexed his fingers, feeling the enhanced strength and speed coursing through him. The suit was tailored to his every need, light enough to allow for fluid movement but strong enough to withstand the harshest blows. He could feel the Vibranium coursing through the suit, giving it that extra edge in durability.

"Not bad," Harry said, his voice slightly muffled by the helmet. "Not bad at all."

Next, Steve, ever the soldier, stepped forward. His armor was a blend of red, white, and blue, but it was more tactical than the usual shield-bearing gear he wore. The armor was sleek and functional, designed for agility and protection in combat, with a matching helmet that had a full faceplate. The traditional star motif was subtle, engraved into the chest, with a glowing blue hue that symbolized the magic-infused technology.

"It's... different," Peggy said, inspecting the suit with a critical eye, "But I like it. It's practical, and it fits the look."

Bucky, always the quieter one, let out a low whistle. "I think I've found my new favorite toy," he said, rubbing his hand over the durable surface of his own suit. His armor was darker, more tactical, with black and silver accents. His suit had been designed for stealth and speed, just like him.

"Lily, Adler," Natasha said, her voice filled with approval, "You've outdone yourselves."

Adler gave a small smirk. "It's the best of both worlds, really—tech that's been upgraded by magic. Your new weapons are ready too."

Howard clapped his hands together. "Don't forget about the gear. Gadgets, weapons, the whole shebang. We've got everything you need."

James handed Harry a new, modified version of his wand—now imbued with magical runes and tech enhancements. He felt the surge of power immediately, the familiar warmth of magic meeting the precision of technology.

Ted and Andromeda's suits were designed for versatility, incorporating various magical wards for protection and healing. Ted's helmet was designed to allow for quick communication, while Andromeda's gauntlets had been customized to amplify her magical abilities.

"I feel like I could take on an army," Andromeda remarked, admiring the way her suit flexed with her movements.

Sirius, ever the showman, turned to Harry with a grin. "I've gotta say, that's a pretty epic look you've got there. Can't wait to see you in action with that."

Harry raised an eyebrow under the helmet. "I'll try to keep the dramatic poses to a minimum."

Howard cleared his throat dramatically. "I hope you all know that this is just the beginning. There's a lot more we can do with these suits. If we get into a jam, we've got backup plans ready. And if we don't, well, we can just wing it. Right, Adler?"

Adler just grinned. "Always."

As the team donned their suits and gathered their weapons, there was a sense of unity among them. These weren't just pieces of armor; they were symbols. Symbols of their readiness to face whatever challenges came their way—together.

Sirius cracked his knuckles, glancing at Harry. "Alright, kid. Let's see if you can handle the heat. We've got a war to win."

"Just try to keep up," Harry teased, his voice tinged with excitement.

With their new suits and their combined might, the team was ready for anything that lay ahead.

---

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