Project Springboard

A Multi Category Series of One-Shots

By Dark Mage Wyvern Lord

I was inspired by the various people of the fanfiction community to write this myself. Basically these are one shots to stories I would love to see up and about. The thing is I either don't have the time to write them myself, or I wouldn't know where to go with after a chapter or two. So read and enjoy, and if you'd like, take it as a challenge, and write it yourself.

Story 1: Spider-Gwen: The Girl who lived. A Female Harry Potter (Wrong Child who lived.)/ Marvel Multiverse story.

"Great Jameson, can you ever stop talking?" The sixteen year old hero better known as Spiderwoman asked with a groan. It had been a few weeks since her little fight with that corrupted jerk wad, Frank Castle. Since then, she fought against her dad's wished to stop being Spiderwoman.

"Not going to happen dad." Gwen sighed, as she swung from one web line to the other, trying to drown out J. Jonas Jameson on his interview on The Talk, on the big screen in Time Square.

"That man needs to get a life." Gwen sighed. She landed on the roof, feeling her phone vibrate, indicating a text. "Probably MJ trying to get me to rejoin the band, again." However it was here she ignored the text, and noticed the date, July 31, her birthday, making her 17 today. The one day she hated more than any other.

What few people were aware of was Gwen was adopted. Originally she lived in England, in a little town called Surrey, where she lived with her aunt, uncle, and overweight cousin Dudley. Well, lived wasn't the word she should have used. More like was enslaved by. Gwen essentially did everything, cook, clean, and on more than one occasion, unclog the overflowing toilets. Her bedroom was the cupboard under the stairs, very tiny. However on the day she turned 7, her Uncle Vernon had to go to New York for business, forcing her to come along. However some degenerate had cut them off in street racing and the rental car crashed, and right into a construction yard quarry. Gwen was the only one to survive, however just barely.

When she awoke in the hospital several weeks later, she only had a few broken ribs and fractures on her arms to show for it. Everyone was surprised to say the least, as the girl wasn't expected to live. However George Stacy took pity on the girl, and after talking with his wife, decided to adopt her. Gwen loved the life she had with the Stacy. However she insisted on making a key physical change. Gwen died her hair blond at age 10 for her birthday, and never wanted to know of who she use to be.

The reason was she never wanted to look like her birth parents. Gwen was told by her aunt that they gave Gwen up because of some old man and never loved her. Gwen shook her head, and then went swinging off the bad memories.

Meanwhile in a castle in Scotland, stood Hogwarts, school for Witchcraft and Wizardry, a school started by the four students of Merlin himself. The staff was presently making rounds, ensuring everything was going to be fine for the coming school year, considering the problems with last year. The headmaster was Albus Dumbledore, the so called leader of light and presently public enemy number one. What had happened was at during the previous year was an international school contest called the Tri-wizard Tournament. The event was between Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang however strange things began to happen. For starters James Potter Junior, the Boy who lived, despite being underage at 14, had been entered into the tournament as a fourth champion. No one knew how he got in, especially with an age line around the goblet of fire, but he had to compete. The goblet created a binding magical contract, one that could steal your magic away if the participant didn't comply.

Naturally, James Junior competed. His arrogance wouldn't allow him to shy away from a chance to show off. However during the third Task, James and Cedric, the other Hogwarts champion, were sent to a graveyard in Little Whining, where Cedric was killed, and Lord Voldemort was resurrected.

The backlash was massive. Fudge didn't even believe junior was telling the truth. He was under the impression that it was an attempt to usurp the Ministry. It was foolish, if Dumbledore wanted to be minister, he would have taken the seat years ago. No, Dumbledore had greater plans. Years ago, he learned of a spell which could grant the user unlimited magic power and immortality, all he needed were two wizards on opposite sides of light and dark. Thanks to Trelawney's prediction she made all those years ago, one foretelling Tom's corruption and the birth of James Junior, the boy who lived.

It was perfect, using Legilimency he persuaded the Potter's to give up their eldest daughter, a squib two years older than Junior, to Lily's sister. The girl would have been a massive distraction to James' growth, for he needed him at full power when the final fight with Voldemort would take place. Then there was Sirius Black, the nut had seen through his plans. So Dumbledore altered James and Lily's minds, making them think Sirius was their secret keeper, as opposed to Peter Pettigrew, and he was sent to Azkaban on charges for working with Voldemort, and Pettigrew's murdering several muggles. Black died in prison 8 months later via suicide, while Peter was killed by a renegade Death Eater, thinking he was a key in Voldemort's downfall.

However his training this year would be problematic. Fudge had passed a new Educational decree, which allowed the Ministry to assign a teacher to Hogwarts if he couldn't get one in time for the next school year. Since the job was jinxed, it went to the Undersecretary Umbridge. The damn toad was planning on teaching theories instead of practical magic, under the impression that Dumbledore would raise the students as his army. He had one, he didn't need the students until later. He couldn't ask the Dueling Teacher, James Sr. to do it, he was needed there, although rumor was Delores would makes some alterations to the course. He had to turn down Severus Snape's request again, potions was his area of expertise, no matter how much he wanted to prove otherwise. The ex-death eater should be grateful he even has a job.

"Just hold out Albus, the old toad will croak herself eventually." Dumbledore smirked. However before he got anywhere, he heard a crash. Instantly running into the room, he saw Trelawney on the floor gasping for air.

"Sybil what's wrong?" Minerva shouted horrified at the developments.

"The day is coming, a day both the magical and muggle world shall all fear." The Divination teacher gasped.

"Amusing, when the dark lord returns?" Delores asked sarcastically with a sickeningly sweat tone.

"No," Sybil said, getting everyone's attention, her tone becoming warped. "The day unlike any other, when a being from beyond our realm shall appear, a war to start and an army he's brought. The World as a whole shall turn to the forgotten daughter, one given powers of an ordinary pest. For she shall stand with Earth's mightiest heroes, together against a common threat. To avenge the world where others cannot defend." Sybil finally gave way, and passed out after saying. "And the once mighty dark lord will finally fall."

"What in blazes was she going on about?" Delores asked confused.

"I don't know." Dumbledore admitted. "But I intend to find out."

Meanwhile in a massive airship, miles above the New York Skyline, a man with an eye patch was watching the events unfold in front of him on the security feed. This man was Nick Fury, head of SHIELD (Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division) and he just smiled at the girl. Gwen Stacy in her Spider-woman persona was dealing with the ex-SHIELD operative, Aber Jenkins, wearing the prototype Beetle armor. The man stole it and started harassing his ex-girlfriend, it got to the point of rape. Gwendolyn had stepped in, and was doing surprisingly well. Naturally Nick and several people in his inner circle knew about Gwen's alter ego. But he never stepped into stop her because he used something called facts. Nick knew what happened with Parker was because he was bullied too much and wanted to fight back like his hero. Despite what Jameson said, his death wasn't her fault.

"Geez Nick, she's underage." Clint Barton said from behind him.

"Kid's got style." Nick said after a moment.

"So are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Clint said with a smile.

"Sir, Mr. Peters is on line six, he says it's important." His secretary said. This got Nick's attention. Peters was the head of a SHIELD sub-division called WAND (Wizardry Alchemy and Necromancy Department). Basically it handled anything supernatural.

"What is it Peters?" Fury demanded. "You don't call unless it's important."

"It's Tom Riddle, he's back from the dead." Peters said.

"I thought that was a rumor some kid at Hogwarts started up for publicity?" Nick asked confused.

"We have confirmation, he's alive, and that Pettigrew guy's alive too." Peters explained.

"I knew something in Black's file didn't add up." Nick sighed. Fury knew all about the wizarding world, and England was one of the worst. They treated everyone that wasn't pureblood like the plague and were under the impression science was inferior, incapable of doing anything against them. One thing that Nick hated most was the illegal sentencing of Sirius Black. The man was accused of ratting out a family to this Voldemort Character all those years ago, and then killed 10 people. He was shunned by his friends and sentenced to a supposedly inescapable prison, died in prison sad to say. "Send me the Intel you've got, and we'll work from there."

"Now what?" Barton asked, after Peters hung up.

Nick Fury sighed and closed his eye. "Bring her in, it's time she said hi to her family." He turned to the images of Spiderwoman defeating Aber at last.

"She's going to kill you first, you know that right?" Clint asked.

"Let her try Hawkeye, but we need the help." Fury sighed. "Especially if someone does go after the Tesseract."

Back in England, specifically the Malfoy manor, Voldemort was sitting in the dining room, explaining the little flaw with Dumbledore's plan to his followers, the Death Eaters.

"James Potter Junior isn't the one who killed you all those years ago?" Lucius Malfoy asked confused.

"I realized this problem when our wands met at full strength in the graveyard." Voldemort explained. "While my essence remains in the boy, yes, it was placed in their after it rebounded off the elder daughter."

"A squib sir?" Crabbe asked confused.

"I doubt she really is." Voldemort explained, his hands clasped together. "In reality, she may have powers no one knew about, only to resurface when the time requires, a rare form of magic seen once every few lifetimes."

"Ah yes, A siedeer." A voice said, "Quiet rare for Midgar." A gust of wind poured into the manner and a man in green and gold armor appeared. His greasy black hair was held back by a gold horned helmet.

"Who are you?" Lucius demanded, his wand pointed out.

"I am Loki, god of mischief, and I've come to talk business with the mortal who crafter several Horcruxes." The man's question was clearly directed at Voldemort, and the snake like man smirked wickedly.

"What sort of business?"

-End of story-

Yeah, you all may find this incomplete, but like I said, this is a start, not the whole thing. If anyone wants to write their own incarnation, go ahead.