A/N: The following story is a joint effort between myself, Elaine Weasley, and Crystal di Angelo. I really hope you like it! I am a huge fan of both the Avengers and Harry Potter, so I hope I do well with my part in the writing. I will be writing the first ch. and Crystal di Angelo will write the second ch. and so on. Please let us know how you like it!
I have only read the book once, and I do not have it at hand, so the beginning of this will not follow the book word for word. I am just trying to remember how it went!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Avengers. Warner Brothers, J.K. Rowling, Marvel, and Stan Lee do.

Chapter One

It had all started out with a joke. Not just any joke, but a joke by one Percy Weasley. Fred was utterly surprised and happy. Which was quite a feat given that he and his brother were in the middle of a duel during a huge battle. That in itself wasw enough to make Fred laugh. The fact that his uptight, rule following older brother, was making a real joke, in the middle of a serious decide-the-fate-of-the-world battle.

"Oh, hello Minister!" Percy said, blocking a spell that was thrown his way." I don't suppose you got the memo." He dodged another curse."I'm-" he cast a hex "-resigning!" And with a flourish of his wand, the Minister of Magic was flung across the hall and knocked unconcious.

Fred looked at his brother in disbelief. "Did you just make a joke, Perce?" The grin on his face was huge. "I haven't heard you make a joke since-"

And that was when it all went wrong. On moment Fred was exclaiming about Percy's amazing joke, and the next he was in a world of pain.

Fred didn't understand what happened. What had he been doing? Oh, right...he had been fighting. Percy of all people had made him laugh. And then, there had been an explosion. Oh, the wall. That was what had happened. The wall had blown up, and had fallen on top of him. That's why he hurt so much. He felt like he was dying. In fact, he knew he was dying. He didn't know how he knew, because he had never died before. Ugh, why was it so hard to think?

It was weird. of all the things he could be thinking right now, it was the fact that it was a really dumb way to die. Really? The biggest battle ever, and he died by falling wall. It was pathetic.

He thought he heard somone yell his name. He tried to answer, but he was just too weak to do anything. He couldn't see anything, and there was an awful ringing in his ears. He wanted so badly to tell whoever it was calling to him, that he was fine. But he knew it wasn't.

His last thought before the darkness consumed him, was "I'm sorry Georgie."

Fred wasn't sure what to think when he woke up. For one thing, he didn't hurt anymore. For another, it was foggy. Not the wet fog you could feel, but a bright white fog that just hung there. He blinked, wondering if he was in heaven. After all, he had died, right?

Well, if this was heaven then, he was going to explore and see what he was going to have to work with for the rest of eternity.

He stood up, still surprised at the fact that he didn't hurt anymore. He looked around, and found the strange fog lifting. He could see things now. He blinked in confusion. Was this...King's Cross Station? Nah. Way too clean. But it was without a doubt a train station. But everything was white. Way too white. He mentally started to make a list of things he would have to do to improve his new home, if this was indeed heaven, and he was going to be here forever. Color. The place definitely needed color. And it was too quiet. Maybe some music?

He started to walk around, wondering, if this was heaven, where was everyone else?

Fred started, and whipped around. His jaw dropped, as he realized who was standing behind him.

"Professor Dumbledore?" he squeeked. Okay, he was at least dead, because last time he checked, Dumbledore had been dead for about a year.

"Yes my boy." The old man smiled, and Fred noticed the familiar twinkle in his eye. He found himself smiling back.

"You probably have some questions." Dumbledore said, moving to sit down on a bench. Fred hesitated, and then sat down as well.

"Well, yes, I suppose. Am I dead?" It was a stupid question, he knew, but for some reason he felt he had to clarify.

Dumbledore sighed, looking off into the distance, waiting a moment before answering. "Do you know where you are?"

Fred gave the strangely clean train station a quick look, and said, "It looks like King's Cross." He stopped, not sure how to continue.

"Indeed. Normallly, you would wait here, for a train. And then that train would take you on."

"On? You mean like, to heaven?" Fred questioned.

"Something like that." Dumbledore answered, but then the rest of what he had said registered.

"Wait, what do you mean, by 'Normally'?" This was starting to confuse Fred.

Dumbledore gave a small sigh. "I'm afraid that your case is a bit different. You see, there is someone who would like to talk to you."

Fred's brow wrinkled in confusion. His was a different case? How could it be different? Didn't a person just die?

Dumbledore looked over Fred's shoulder, and Fred turned to see what it was that had caught his attention. His eyes bugged out, as he saw three beautiful women standing not five feet from the bench he sat on. How had he not heard them? But no. That wasn't what was currently on his mind. The fact that they were drop dead beautiful was what was on his mind.

"Uhh..." he managed to get out, immediately feeling mortified. He could feel the heat rising on his face, and he almost looked away, but something kept him from doing so.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, and rose from the bench. "I'm afraid my time with you is rather abrupt. I couldn't tell you much, and for that I am sorry. But rest assured, everything you wish to know will be explained. Just remember Fred, to be a Gryffindor. Be brave."

"Wait, what? Professor, where are you going?" Fred felt panic rise in his chest, and he started to rise, to follow the old wizard, but a voice from behind stopped him.

"Fear not, Fred Weasley. He has other business to attend to. Someone else who has a, shall we say, 'different case'." Fred jerked his attention back to the three women, and realized the one in the middle was who had spoken. The brunette.
"Who, what?" Fred stammered, unable to get a coherent thought out.

The middle woman spoke again. "My name is Vervandi. I do not know if you have heard of me in your world, but I am one of the three Fates, also known as the Norns. The other two, are my sisters," here Vervandi gestered first to the blond on her right," Urdr," and then the one on her left, the black haired one, "Skuld."

"Uh, well, I think I may have heard about you, somewhere. I thought you were part of Norse Mythology." Fred wasn't sure. He didn't remember where he had dug up that information.

"Indeed. Usually, we wouldn't do this, but myself, and my sister's, have decided to change your fate." Vervandi paused, as if waiting for Fred to say something, but Fred wasn't sure what to say.

Vervandi sighed. "Let me first explain to you. Do you understand the concept of different realities?" At Fred's unsure look, she continued. "Say, one day, you decide to go to the park. And while you're there, you happen to meet a girl that is visiting from another country. You strike up a conversation, and exchange contact information. Then, you get to know this girl better, you visit each other often, and eventually, you marry. Then you have, say, four children. Mayby one of them becomes a brilliant scientist, who invents a cure for cancer." Noticing the questioning look on Fred's face, Vervandi quickly said," It's a muggle disease. But then you think back. What would have happened if you hadn't gone to the park that day? You would never have met that girl. You would have stayed a bachelor, and never had any children. And the cure for cancer would have to wait to be invented by someone else. What I have just described to you, is an example of two different realities. They may both exist, but in two different dimensions. Does this make sense?"

Fred wasn't sure what this had to do with him, but he got the gist of what was being said, so he nodded.

"There is a reality, one that my sisters and I frequent more than any other. It is different from where you are from, in that, there is not a community of magic users. There are a few people who may practice it, but nothing near what your home is like."

Fred nodded again, trying to puzzle through what was going on.

"My sister, Skuld," Vervandi gestured to the black haired woman," has forseen a difficult future for this one reality. One that could be better. There is someone, a magic user somewhat like yourself, that will be greatly misunderstood, and put through things he shouldn't have to go through. He has already been through much." Here, Vervandi got a pained, sad look on her face. But she quickly regained her composure and continued. " We, my sisters and I, have decided to try to change things. You, Fred Weasley, are still young, and of a good heart. You are brave and courageous, and still have so much to offer." A small smile graced her features as she said," And yes, dying by falling wall is rather pathetic. So, we want you to go to this reality and help."

Fred blinked. "Come again?"

"We are intervening. We were owed a favor from Death, and he has allowed us to spare you. You are being given a second chance."

Fred was gaping, his brain trying to process and work through everything that was being said. "Wh-what? You mean I'm not gonna die? But then why can't I go home? Back to my family? My brother, George, he's my twin. I can't leave him!"

"You did die, in your former reality. For all intents and purposes, you cannot go back there. Your family must move on. This was part of our deal with Death. You still die in your reality, but you will be alive in another."

Fred took a deep breath, shocked by what was happening. " I don't suppose I even have a say in this. I mean, what if I don't want to do it?"

Here Vervandi got a look on her face that he had seen on his mother's face far too often, which said, "you are going to listen young man whether you like it or not!" and he choked off any other objections he may have had. His head was swirling with everything they had said, and he had so much to ask, but the three women started to back up.

"Wait!" he finally called. "What do I do?"

"Do not worry, everything will go fine. Just follow your feet." And with one last look, they faded into the mist, and Fred's world faded to black.

Phil Coulson already had a headache, and he didn't need any more things to worry about at the moment, but when the alarm went off, he knew it couldn't be ignored.

"What have we got?" he asked the agent working at the security station.

"There was just a massive energy surge to the north of the compound. It lasted only three seconds, and it now gone, but it made our sensors go haywire."

Phil immediately thought of the thunder god, Thor, and asked, " Is it anything from the tesseract, or does it match any other energy readings like the ones we recorded in New Mexico?"

The agent quickly accessed the necessary data, and shook his head. "It was a little like the readings from New Mexico, but it was a lot more powereful."

Phil paused a second, thinking. He didn't want to take any chances, and thought there didn't seem to be a threat at the moment, he wanted to be careful. "Get me Agent Barton."
*Space*

Clint groaned when he got the call from Coulson. He had just finished playing babysitter for Selvig, and had looked forward to taking a nap before the scientist decided to have another go. But he quickly squashed any annoyed feelings, and immediately went into agent mode. In a matter of minutes, he had a team put together and they were heading to the source of the disturbance. The last time he was investigating weird readings, he got to watch some serious fighting by a supposedly god of thunder. He wondered if things would be as eventful this time.

He had only his hand gun, and only briefly considered going back for his bow, but decided against it. He held his hand up to stop the other agents, who had created a perimeter around the area in question. It was raining slightly, and Clint couldn't see as well as he could have otherwise. That, and the fact that it was dark out, were both rather annoying.

"Cover me," he spoke into his comm, and he slowly made his way forward. Watching intently for any sign of trouble, he was totally unprepared for what he did find. Not fifteen feet in, he almost stepped on it. A person. Clint was rather embarrassed that he jumped and almost yelped. But his training kicked in, and once he made sure that there was no one else there, he quickly bent down and felt for a pulse. Steady, if a bit fast. Clint could see no visible injuries. He sighed. "So much for that nap."

"Agent Barton repoｒting," he said into the comm as he stood back up.

"Go ahead," was Coulson's reply.

Clint took another look at the red headed young man at his feet, and said, "We have a situation."

There is chapter one! Hope you all liked it! Did any of you catch my Knight's Tale quote?