NOTE: Excuse my writing mistakes, English is not my native language and I'm still learning. Any corrections about grammar or spelling are welcome.

CROSSOVER BETWEEN LOKI (MARVEL) AND THE HARRY POTTER BOOKS

NOTE: I won't take into account the post-credits scene of the first Thor film, nor The Avengers film or Thor's second film. This is an "alternative history". Loki never has the sceptre which controls the Chitauri, Frigga never dies, there is no convergence of worlds... It's a totally different continuation. The story, though, takes place during the seven Harry Potter books. The dates of Loki's fall and Harry's first year of college don't match, but hey, this is fiction, who cares? I'll use the dates of Harry Potter and that's it, I'll place the end of the Thor film in 1991 (the year Harry started going to Hogwarts) instead of using the actual date of the film.

SYNOPSIS: Do you remember the ending of the first Thor film? That Loki let go the spear and fell into chaos and everyone thought he was dead? Well, but what if Loki didn't die? What if he used most of his magic to not die and directed his fall into Midgard, the land of humans? What if when he landed in London realized he had lost almost all his power and now could only make a very limited magic? What if he learned of the existence of wizards around the world and just close to where he had landed was a school of witchcraft and wizardry called Hogwarts? What if he contacted Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts' Headmaster, and managed to be admitted as a student until he managed to get back his powers? And what happens if when he arrived to Hogwarts he met a famous boy with black hair and round glasses, a strange scar on his forehead and the power of having survived death?

This story unfolds in parallel with "Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone", with some slight changes but nothing that would affect the plot of the saga.

Well, here it comes the first chapter, short but to start settling yourselves into the story. I recommend listening to the music I listened for inspiration while writing ("Deliverance" from the soundtrack of Thor) while reading makes the whole effect.

Come on in and read!

CHAPTER 1

NO, LOKI

With a violent jolt, Loki's fingers clung to the spear Gungnir, but slipped on the metal and his hand was now a few centimetres from the base. If his strength failed and his hand slipped just a little more, he would have nothing to hold anymore.

Thor was holding the other end of the spear with one arm. Loki knew that the strength of the god of thunder would not give in, but that was not what worried him. His anguish had another object at the time.

His eyes were fixed on Odin's face, who was holding Thor's ankle with an impressive force that didn't go with his old man's appearance. The king's only blue eye was staring back at Loki harshly and resignedly, as if he had already given up and didn't expect more good behaviour from the god of deceit.

"I could have done it, father!" Loki shouted. Tears came to his eyes because of the fear of being rejected again. His arm hurt and he didn't know how long he would be able to hold the spear. Together Thor and Odin could help him easily, but he wanted to resolve that issue before anything else. "I could have done it! For you! For all of us!"

Perhaps he could start all over again, leaving behind their mistakes, improving and growing to be a good king. Mother would be proud. Father would be proud. Thor would be proud.

Loki would be happy.

"No, Loki."

And with those two words Odin closed the door to that future and sealed his sentence. They were like a direct stab to Loki's heart. His parted lips curved into a gesture of disbelief and he looked at his father... no, not his father. Odin was only a god, a king with defects that would never be part of his family. Loki would never be part of any family. Loki would never make someone proud of him. There was only one thing that Loki could do.

Disappear. Perhaps for a while or perhaps forever. Oblivion. Perhaps death. Slowly, in a while that seemed to last for years, centuries, millennia, Loki let himself fall. He simply let slip his hand along the spear as Thor let out a desperate cry, his fingers inert and unresponsive, his eyes fixed on those two gods who were not family, who were nothing, falling straight into the dark sea below, into chaos, into death.

Goodbye, goodbye to all that.