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I cannot even begin to explain how obnoxiously excited I am about this story. My first love is, and always will be, Harry Potter. (I have a deathly hallows tattoo on my foot to prove it. It actually says "Always" and the A is the symbol. It's pretty awesome.)

My second love is of course the Avengers. I just couldn't resist merging them into one story.

All of the characters from both worlds will eventually be shipped by canon standards. If you want a break down, PM me and I'd be happy to provide it.

Okay so before we begin, I want to kind of give you a basic timeline:

This story is set after the war but before the epilogue. I am about 75% positive that I will have the main Harry Potter characters (Harry, Ron, Hermione, etc.) as characters as well. They will however be married/working. I will have the secondary characters from the novels in the story for sure (Neville, McGonnagal, etc.). In addition, I will also have some of the Avengers' cast as different adult figures as well. I'll see if you can figure them out.

Anyway, this A/N is getting long so I will take my leave. Please read and review. I need to know what you think! Constructive criticism is welcomed. How else would I get better?

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Disclaimer: Okay so since I am never consistent with these and I always forget, I am doing an all encompassing one! This disclaimer applies to all chapters from here on out. All characters, scenes, and universes are strictly the property of J.K. Rowling and Marvel respectively I own nothing but my own scatterbrained ideas and plots.

Clint Barton was afraid to open his eyes. He heard the older boys moving around the room, tormenting those who were unfortunate enough to be awake at the same time.

It was his eleventh birthday and he didn't particularly feel like picking out the atomic wedgie he knew was sure to come.

It wasn't always like this at the orphanage. Until three months ago, no one bothered him. His big brother was Barney Barton, and no one messed with Barney which in turn extended to his little brother. Three months ago, Barney ran away, leaving his brother behind.

Clint heard the older boys leaving the room and cautiously opened one of his eyes. His only friend, Bruce Banner, sat on his own bed watching Clint.

"Happy Birthday." He said.

Clint sat up and swung his legs around. "Thanks. Did they get you this morning?"

"Nah, they were too focused on Jimmy's new basketball. I'm sure that's where they'll be all day." Bruce told him. "We can celebrate your birthday in peace." He pulled a package out from under his pillow. It was small and wrapped in newspaper.

"Bruce, you didn't need to spend your allowance on me." Clint told him. Bruce shoved the package in his hands.

"What else am I going to use it for?"

Clint opened the present and pulled out a small slingshot.

"I figured since your other one got taken…" He was cut off when Clint forcefully hugged him.

"Thank you, Bruce. This is awesome!" Clint balled up a piece of paper and set the slingshot. He aimed at the light switch. He let it go and the room was shrouded in darkness.

Bruce stood up and turned the lights back on. He grinned at his best friend. "Let's go to the roof."

The two boys climbed out onto the fire escape and up onto the roof. It was their private sanctuary. No one knew about it and they were sure to get in trouble if anyone had ever found them up there.

They spent the morning shooting at the older boys on the basketball court with tiny pebbles. They laughed silently as the boys got more and more frustrated by the tiny stings of pain they kept feeling.

"It's almost lunch time." Clint told Bruce. "Let's get back down to the room before anyone comes in looking for us." Bruce agreed. They walked to the edge of the roof and saw a stern looking woman walking towards the orphanage. She had gray hair that was pulled back into a tight bun and was wearing an emerald green dress and jacket.

"I wonder who that is." Bruce said as he climbed down the ladder.

"Dunno." Clint followed him down. "But if she's here to adopt someone, than I feel bad for that kid. She looks terrifying."

They climbed deftly into their room. They were closing the window when they heard someone approach the door.

Clint hid his slingshot beneath his mattress before the door swung open. Matthew, one of the aides, walked in.

"Clint, there is someone here to see you."

Clint looked sharply at Bruce. What did that old woman want with him?

"I'll meet you at lunch." He told Bruce before following Matthew downstairs. He led him to the office of Mrs. Cleary, the head of the St. Thomas' Home for Boys. Sitting across from her was the woman in green.

"Mr. Barton," Mrs. Cleary started. "This is Professor McGonagall. She would like to speak to you about joining her school."

Professor McGonagall extended her hand and Clint shook it. "Which school is it?"

"Mr. Barton, I am the headmaster of Hogwarts. It is a school for children of certain abilities. I would like to extend an invitation for you to enroll with us."

"What kind of abilities?" Clint asked, suspicious. It wouldn't be the first time Mrs. Cleary sent a kid off to the crazy house.

"You're very special, Mr. Barton. Your name has been down for our school since your birth." McGonagall sidestepped the question.

"I don't think my dad would have let that happen if he knew." Clint told the woman. "I think you have the wrong Clint Barton."

"I can assure you that I do not." She turned to Mrs. Cleary. "I would like to speak to Mr. Barton alone, please."

Mrs. Cleary didn't take well to being kicked out of her own office. "Listen here…" Suddenly, her body froze mid-sentence. Clint's jaw dropped in shock.

"Close your mouth, Mr. Barton, lest you catch flies." McGonagall chastised. "Now I am going to cut directly to the chase. You are a wizard."

"I'm sorry; I think you just said that I'm a wizard. They don't exist." Clint told her.

"They most assuredly do. Has anything ever happened to you that you cannot explain? For example you suddenly find yourself in a different place? Or that something you willed to happen, happened?"

Clint thought back to the day his slingshot was taken away. It was a month after Barney left and one of the older boys had come after Clint. He had climbed a tree to get away but the boy was persistent. Suddenly. acorn after acorn fell from the tree and hit the boy until he ran away. Clint got blamed for shooting them at him when he knows he didn't even touch an acorn and he certainly never even took his slingshot out.

McGonagall gave him a knowing look. "Mr. Barton, Hogwarts is a school for Witchcraft and Wizardry. We will help you fine tune your magic and teach you control. It is a boarding school so you will be with us for nine months of the year." She handed him a letter. "This is your acceptance letter. Inside you will find a list of supplies that you will need to bring with you." She pulled a small sack out of her handbag. "This is your allowance for supplies. Hogwarts has a fund that helps students that have no way of buying supplies. What you don't use, you may save. I will have an associate come by the end of the week to take you shopping. Do you have any questions for me, Mr. Barton?"

He shook his head and stared at the letter. Nine months? What about Bruce?

"Professor McGonagall, can normal people go to Hogwarts?"

She smiled sadly at him. "I'm afraid not, Mr. Barton. I will see you on the first of September." With a wave of her hand, Mrs. Cleary moved once more.

"…I will not," She clutched her head. "Oh, dear; I feel a bit woozy."

"You'd better take a seat." McGonagall told her. "I must be on my way." She stood up and nodded to Mrs. Cleary. "Mr. Barton, I shall see you soon." She took her leave.

"Go to lunch, Mr. Barton." Mrs. Cleary shooed him out of the office.

He really wanted to be alone to contemplate what had just been presented to him but he couldn't just abandon Bruce at lunch.

As he walked to the dining area, he kept thinking about what she had said. How could he be a wizard? Things like witches and wizards didn't exist and know he's being told he is one? He felt like it was one gigantic joke.

He found Bruce sitting at a table in the corner. He sat down across from him and put his head on the table.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Bruce asked him before he shoveled mashed potatoes in his mouth.

"No." He groaned into the table.

"What did that lady want?"

Clint lifted his head slightly. "I can't tell you here. I'm not even sure it's real." He rested his chin on his crossed arms. "How likely would it be for Barney to come up with an elaborate way to get me out of here? Like say he sent someone to tell me I'm leaving for a boarding school for people with magical powers?"

"I'm really confused." Bruce put his fork down.

Clint sighed. "I'll tell you after chores."

Once Bruce finished eating, the two did their daily chore of clearing up the dining hall. Once they were through with the daunting task, they went up to the room they shared with four other boys.

One of the boys was in there so they had to wait for him to leave before they could climb up the roof.

Clint handed him the letter for him to read.

"Clint," He said after he read it. His eyebrows furrowed. "This says that it's a school for witchcraft and wizardry… are you a wizard?"

"I guess so." Clint fooled around with his slingshot. "I never even knew they existed and now they want me to go to this school for nine months every year." He saw the sad look on Bruce's face. "Bruce…"

"You should go." He said determinately. "Really. This is so cool and you can't stay just because of me. Maybe you can teach me some stuff when you get back."

Clint hugged him. "You're my best friend, Bruce. I promise I'll write you all the time. Maybe next year, when you turn eleven, you'll be able to come too!"

"I don't think I'm a wizard, Clint." He said sadly. "But we'll always be best friends."

"We have two weeks until I have to leave." Clint hopped up. "Let's go have some fun!"

The two boys made the best of the weeks they had together. They spent most of their time on the roof, joking and talking.

By the end of the first week, Clint was again called down to Mrs. Cleary's office. This time, a handsome man in an immaculate suit was waiting for him.

"Mr. Barton, this is Professor Coulson of that school you'll be leaving for."

The man held out his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Barton. I'll be taking you to shop for school supplies. Do you have your list?"

Clint shook his head. "No, it's in my room." An idea popped into his head. "Professor Coulson, since I'll be leaving for nine months, can we take my best friend with me? We want to spend a lot of time together before I leave."

Professor Coulson looked like he was contemplating it. Finally he nodded. "If it is okay with Mrs. Cleary, than your friend may come along."

Clint turned to her and folded his hands. "Please, Mrs. Cleary! I'll do double chores until I leave!"

"Fine, I will allow for one person to go with you. Mr. Banner I presume?"

Clint nodded enthusiastically. "Thank you, Mrs. Cleary!" He ran out of the room, shouting, "I'll be right back" over his shoulder. He slid into his room and nearly knocked Bruce over.

"Bruce, one of the professors is here to take me supply shopping and he said you can come with us!" He could barely contain his excitement.

"Really?" Bruce asked with wide eyes.

Clint grabbed his coat, his list, and the money he was given. "Come on!" The two boys ran down the stairs. Coulson was already waiting in the lobby.

He smiled warmly at Bruce. "I'm Professor Coulson."

"Bruce Banner. Thank you for letting me go with Clint." Bruce said.

Coulson blinked in surprise at the name but made no comment on it. "It's my pleasure but we do have some rules that I'm going to need the both of you to follow." He led them out of the door and into downtown London. "I believe it is safe to assume that you know the type of school Mr. Barton will be attending?"

"Yes sir." Bruce answered.

"Well then you should know that not many muggles know of our existence."

"What is a muggle?" Clint asked.

"I'm sorry. I forgot that I have to start at the beginning. A muggle is a non-magical person. They have no powers. Magic is something that you are born with. A witch or wizard could have two magical parents, a single magical parent, or none at all. They are called muggleborns. That is you, Clint. Both of your parents were muggles. We're not sure how it happens but it is more and more common." Coulson explained.

"Where are we going exactly?" Clint looked at his list again. "I've never even heard of most of these things. Where would I even get a wand?"

"In the heart of London, there is an alley where the magical world is able to shop. We call it Diagon Alley." Coulson was playing on a hunch as they approached the Leaky Cauldron. There was a reason he allowed Mr. Banner to come along.

He slowed the boys down as they reached the pub.

"Why are we stopping? I don't see the alley." Clint furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"We have to enter the alley through here." He pointed at the door.

"The Leaky Cauldron?" Bruce asked. Coulson smiled, his suspicions confirmed. Muggles couldn't see the sign.

"Yes. It's a pub. The entrance to the alley is on the other side." He opened the door to allow them in. "We'll have some lunch before we get your supplies."

Coulson waved to Hannah, the owner, before taking a seat in a booth with the boys. Within seconds, a tall man came to the table. He shook Coulson's hand.

"Great to see you, Phil." The man said.

"Good to see you too, Neville. How are Hannah and the twins?" Coulson responded with a smile.

"Well, you know Hannah; never taking a day off. The twins are probably at the Weasley's shop stocking up for school." Neville shook his head. "New students?" He nodded towards Clint and Bruce.

"Clint Barton and Bruce Banner," Coulson introduced. "Clint is starting his first year." Neville shot a questioning look to Coulson but didn't verbalize his thoughts.

He turned to the boys. "I'm Professor Longbottom. I'll be your Herbology professor at Hogwarts." He chuckled at their confused looks. "It's the study of plants. Plants are very important in our world because they have many purposes. They are used for potions and some have very potent qualities even while taken alone. Anyway, I'll save my speech for the first day. What can I get you boys to drink?"

Neville took their orders and walked off. The two boys looked at Coulson expectantly, itching for more information.

He smiled at their eager faces. "Professor Longbottom really knows his subject. You'll learn a lot in his class.

"Professor Coulson, how do people…muggles not see this place and walk in?" Bruce asked. Coulson was impressed by his perception.

"Muggles are not able to see this pub. When they pass the building, all they see is an abandoned shop."

He was surprised when Clint was the first to catch on. "But Bruce saw it!" He said excitedly.

Bruce looked at Coulson with wide eyes. "How did I see?"

"Technically, I'm not supposed to tell you." He smiled. "But since you both worked it out for yourselves, I may as well confirm your suspicions There is a book in Headmistress McGonagall's office that records the name of every witch and wizard at birth. This allows us to send out letters on each child's eleventh birthday. We send faculty out to those children who are muggleborn or in your cases, orphaned. We are to help these student's adjust to the news. At your orphanage, there were two names listed to attend Hogwarts, both a year apart. When Mr. Barton asked for a friend to accompany him, I had a feeling that the one person he befriended would be the other wizard. Sure enough, when you walked down with Mr. Banner, I knew for certain that you too were a wizard."

"Does that mean I can go to Hogwarts too?" Bruce asked in awe.

Coulson nodded. "When your eleventh birthday comes next year, I will personally deliver your letter."

Clint had the biggest grin on his face as he hugged Bruce. "See, Bruce! We'll only be apart for a year! Then you get to come with me!"

Bruce couldn't believe he was a wizard just like his best friend and they would be going to school together.

"Were my parent's wizards?" He asked Coulson.

He looked at Bruce sadly. "Your mother was. She was a dear friend of mine."

"I don't remember her much." Bruce told him.

"I promise we'll share stories." Coulson told him kindly. Neville sat their food in front of them.

"There you go. Made it myself." He said proudly. "Enjoy."

"Let's eat and then we'll head into Diagon Alley." Coulson said as he took a bite of his chicken pot pie.

Clint took a look at his pea soup and paled.

"I know it looks menacing but trust me, it's the best pea soup around." He reassured Clint.

They finished lunch, paid, and Coulson led them out the back door. Using his wand, he tapped a few bricks, and the wall opened up. Clint and Bruce stared in awe at the sight before them.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley."

Remember, I need to know what you think!

Clint and Bruce are the only characters that I am going to introduce this way. They have more of a back-story than the rest of the characters.

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