Disclaimer: I own nothing baring the Plot and Linnea. Everything else belongs to the lovely Rowling and Marvel.
AN: Once again, sorry I'm not updating anything else, but this is a Christmas Present. Sorry it's late and Merry belated Christmas Jake!
Harry woke his sister gently, his hand covering her mouth to stifle any noises she might make. Sleepy hazel eyes blinked at him in confusion.
"Harry?" she mumbled tiredly.
"Shh!" he shushed her, urging her out of their cupboard and to her feet. He managed to get her outside before she exploded with questions.
"What's going on?" she demanded, fully awake now, "Why are we outside?"
It was still dark out, and the night of a New Moon, so the only light they had to see by was the soft glow of the street lamps. He shushed her again, hurrying along the road.
"Keep your voice down!" he hissed, looking around warily, "We're getting away from here. We'll survive better on the streets than in this place. And I'm not letting that walrus sell you." He added with a snarl. Linnea paled and started trembling. Harry wrapped an arm around her reassuringly.
"I won't let him, Linny, I promise." He swore fiercely. She nodded, leaning against him for a moment for comfort. Then she straightened, her expression hardening with determination. She reached for her brother's hand, linking their fingers. The two shared a tight grin and set off running, careful to move quietly so that they wouldn't wake anyone.
They ran for hours, occasionally stopping to catch their breath, hiding when they heard the sirens of police cars. Eventually, they wound up in London, in an alley that reeked of piss and vomit. Harry wrapped his arms around his sister once more, leaning against the wall of the alley and lowering them gently to the ground. The redhead burrowed into her brother's side, only to let out a muffled scream when something grabbed her ankle. Both children looked up, startled, to see a filthy, bearded man holding onto Linnea, leering at the little girl.
"Hello, pretty."
Harry kicked at the man, putting enough force behind his foot to break the man's wrist. He released Linnea with a howl of pain and the two scrambled away frantically. The man set after them, his face now twisted in rage. The pair felt a slight breeze and saw an odd blur before a blond boy, little older than they were, was grabbing the man and throwing him away from them. Moments later, a girl with long auburn hair and dark eyes joined him. Red light left her hands, picking him up from the ground and tossing him against a nearby wall. They glared at the man as they moved to corner him.
"Find someone else to take out your sick fantasies on!" the boy snarled furiously.
"These two belong to us." The girl added softly, "They are under our protection."
The man scrambled to his feet, his expression a mixture of fear and anger.
"Fucking freaks!" he spat as he stumbled away, tripping over himself in his hurry to flee. Harry and Linnea flinched back when the two turned to face them, the girl's expression softening. She held up her hands, palms out, to show that she was unarmed. Harry placed himself between his twin and the two before them.
"We're not going to hurt you." The boy assured them, approaching them slowly with his companion. He had a thick accent that had a slightly British tinge to it. Harry glared at them.
"Who are you?" he demanded. The girl smiled.
"I'm Wanda Maximoff, and this is my twin brother, Pietro."
"Why should we trust you?" Harry asked bullishly, fighting to keep his sister behind him. She brushed passed him, staring at their rescuers curiously, her head tilted to one side. Then she smiled, turning to face her brother.
"They're safe, Harry." She told him gently. Harry looked at his sister searchingly, sighing at the quiet resolve in her eyes. Linny had always been a better judge of character than him. He looked back at the other two.
"I'm Harry Potter, and this my twin sister, Linnea."
The girl, Wanda, smiled.
"So we have something in common: We're all twins."
Harry snorted.
"You're really reaching, aren't you?" he asked dryly, huffing when his sister elbowed him in the ribs.
"Harry, be nice." She scolded. Pietro chuckled.
"I see your twin is as optimistic as mine." He said wryly. Harry nodded, his lips tilting up in a rueful grin. Wanda and Linnea shot their bother's scathing looks.
"Someone has to be with how negative you are." They said together, looking at each other in surprise, then grinned. Pietro rolled his eyes.
"I'm not negative." He argued.
"I'm realistic." Harry finished. Both girls rolled their eyes, Wanda holding her hand out to Linnea.
"Would you like to stay with us? We've found an abandoned building a few blocks away where we've been staying for the past month or so."
Linnea tilted her head to the side, shooting an inquiring glance at her twin, who shrugged.
"Your call, dove."
She beamed.
"We'd love to." She told Wanda cheerfully taking her hand. Her fellow redhead laughed, leading the girl down the alleyway.
"Come on, then. We should get going before someone notices us. We can go out for some food later."
Harry and Pietro shared a look, shrugged at each other, and followed after their sisters. This would certainly prove to be interesting, if nothing else.