A Brave New World

Chapter 1

Harry stared at Heimdall awkwardly. She had never imagined Death to have a physical manifestation. Sure, she had heard the tale of the Peverell brothers who supposedly met Death and were granted three most powerful objects but that's all it ever was. A story. Not even Dumbledore or Hermione had put much thought into it. They too were under the impression that it was the three brothers who had crafted the Hallows to serve their own agenda.

Now though, looking up at Heimdall or Death's ethereal gold eyes, she wondered what the title 'Master of Death' truly entailed.

"Mistress," Heimdall interrupted Harry's thoughts, "What can I do for you?"

"Um, well, you see..." Harry struggled to find her voice. "Harry. Just call me Harry."

"Very well, Lady Harry." Heimdall sounded pleased.

"I am the Sorcerer Supreme. Strange." Strange cut in. "I am the one who requested Harry's help in an important task."

"Go on, Protector of Time." Heimdall said formally. Harry assumed that that title belonged to the wielder of the Time Stone.

"It is a really long story. But the short version is that a man, from a different dimension, used the Infinity Stones to stop an intergalactic supervillain named Thanos who had wiped out half the living beings of the universe." Strange gave the cliff-notes version.

"I know of Thanos, the Mad Titan." Heimdall said sharply. "You wish to bring back one of your fallen heroes? The Avengers?"

"I wasn't aware the other dimensions knew about them, but essentially, yes." Strange informed. "Tony Stark to be specific."

"If Lady Harry so wishes, it is possible to summon the one you have lost." Heimdall answered thoughtfully.

Harry nodded in agreement. "So, uh, I can call you Heimdall right?" Heimdall gave a nod. "If you truly believe this is real, and I can save an innocent life then I agree."

"Lady Harry, if you doubt the credibility of the Sorcerer's words, perhaps you might want to examine what has really happened." Heimdall suggested after a lengthy pause.

Strange looked slightly irritated and Harry wanted to assure him that it was just a bit unbelievable-

"I mean I am a terrible legilimens, and I don't have any Veritaserum or a pensieve on hand." Harry explained more to herself.

"If there is a way to prove my words are true I will gladly do it." Strange said calmly. "However, you have my word as the Sorcerer Supreme and a Doctor that everything I have told you is the truth."

"I was simply advising Lady Harry that we could travel to your home dimension and see for ourselves how great a loss you have truly suffered." Heimdall deadpanned. "Lady Harry should not have even a miniscule amount of doubt about summoning your hero back."

"That it acceptable." Strange replied. Harry was relieved she would be making an informed choice instead of some hearsay.

Heimdall took out his sword and stabbed the ground making strange runes hover over the carpet on the floor, before Harry could memorise it, they apparated away.

In an instant, Harry was hovering over what looked like a lake house in the middle of nowhere. She let out a surprised scream just as Heimdall and Strange floated on either side of her. There was a gathering of some sort, a funeral Harry guessed due to all the black formal wear the people were wearing.

A red haired woman turned on a projection of some sort and a man in his fifties appeared as a hologram. A little girl who was clutching the red head's hand exclaimed happily, "Daddy!"