"My Lord," Wormtail whispered, "there's a powerful source out in the Forbidden Forest over at the school."
"What do you want servant?" Voldemort hissed.
"There was a shadow falling down. I don't know what it was, but it looked like a human figure to me."
"How far is it?"
"It will take a day to arrive there, sir hopefully, it will stay in place."
"Go find it then, if you don't come back with it, I will kill you. Now go!" And with that, Peter Pettigrew ran out, wand in hand, and ran off from the mountains.
Hermione Granger, finishing her seventh year at Hogwarts, listened to the radio about New York being cleaned up after the attack from the villan Loki. She listened to one young woman with an American accent thanking Captain America and the rest of the Avengers, for they are her hero.
I wish I had my own hero, Hermione thought to herself. Grabbing her laptop, she searched online about the attack in New York, finding out that the attack happened only a week ago. Her aunt lived in New york, and Hermione was extremely worried that her fragile heart couldn't take the violence. She searched for pictures of the Avengers and saw Iron Man who was just staring, Thor was smiling, the Black Widow and Hawkeye stood side by side, Captain America looked determined and the Hulk looked about seconds away from punching the camera. She found another picture of the Avengers with a very handsome man, who must've been Loki, God of Mischief and Lies. Hermione was hypnotized by the man in the picture with unbelievable green eyes, wich were brighter and much more beautiful than Harry's. He was very tall and his jet black hair pulled back with some sort of substance and his tall frame covered in black, gold, and green armor. His bright pale skin covered in cuts and bruises. Her thoughts were interrupted by Neville, who closed her laptop and looked very nervous.
"What is it Neville? Did you loose your Potions book again, it's the third time this week!"
"No," said the round face boy, flushed in the face. He was catching his breath, hands on his bent knees.
"It's Dumbledore, he wishes to speak with you, it's urgent."
"Urgent," said Harry and Ron, who just finished their game of Wizard's Chess, looking from Neville to Hermione. She stood and followed Neville to Dumbledore's office, listening to the sound of their echoing footsteps against the hallway. Once they made it to the phoenix statue, Neville left her side and walked his way back to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Sugar Skulls," Hermione said.
The staircase revealed itself and Hermione slowly walked up them. Once she made it to the office, she found Dumbledore's face, only this time there was no sparkle or twinkle of the slightest in his eye. He looked gravely at her before walking towards her, pulling her into a tight hug.
"Ms. Granger, I'm very sorry."
"Professor, what are you talking about? What's going on?"
"Your aunt Layla died from he battle in New York, Loki killed her with that Scepter. They are holding a ceremony for the deceased at New York. I've set up a portkey for you, you can come back when you need to. Also, your parents have something to say to you afterwards. You things are already packed for tomorrow."
Hermione ran out, tears streaming down her face. She felt like she's been stabbed in the heart several times. The young Gryffindor ran past her best friends and up into her room, where she buried her face in her pillow, screaming with all the anger she's been holding in.
She knew one thing, she was going to kill Loki.
She woke up very early the next morning and looked at the portkey on her dresser. She grabbed it and felt the harsh tug from the portkey. She opened her eyes and noticed the pink walls filled with pictures of the family and noticed that she was in her Grandmother's house. She looked around to see her belongings piled around her feet. She looked around to see her mother crying her eyes out on her father. When her eyes landed on her daughter, she ran over to pull her in a tight hug. Again, Hermione couldn't control her tears and cried with her mother.
"We must get dressed, the ceremony will begin in about two hours," Mr. Granger said to the women.
The women an hour and a half later, came out dressed in all black and sat in the car in silence. They made it to the ceremony ten minutes early, finding empty seats in the front. Hermione, Mr. And Mrs. Granger, along with Grandma Granger watched as others sat down and stared at the ground in silence as others greeted each other sadly in hugs. Another ten minutes, the mayor of New York spoke as sobs and sniffles were heard around. Once the mayor finished talking, the Avengers, apologized for not being able to save their loved ones. Soon, the ceremony was over and the Grangers still sat in their seats, then Hermione remembered something Dumbledore had said.
"Mom, what is it you needed to tell me?"
Her mother's eyes grew wide and she took a large gulp of air. She whispered, "mother, go back to the car."
Hermione watched her Grandmother walk up to the car and stepped inside it, but not before giving her a sad smile spreading on her wrinkled face.
"Mom, you have to tell me what's going on, I have the right to know?"
"You're adopted sweetheart."
"WHAT! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! I'M YOUR DAUGHTER! Aren't I?"
Her 'parents' flinched in fear and scooted away from her, not bothering to look her in the eye.
"You lied to me my whole life. Who are my real parents?"
"I never knew your father, but your real mother was my best friend, even if I was a few years older than her. He had you when she was very young when she had you, about 16 years old. She wanted me to take you since I could protect you and since I always wanted a child, but I couldn't have one. She wanted to live her dream and work for S.H.I.E.L.D. I haven't seen her since she gave you to me. Hermione, look at me please."
"You lied to me!" Hermione quietly yelled. She kept yelling, but didn't notice the sky turning stormy gray and light rain ready to fall. The more she yelled, the heavier the rain became, but there was no drop of water on her. It took her a long time to know what was doing and she calmed down and soon, the sky was back to the bright blue, sunny sky. Hermione looked at the soaked people around her and then to her dry body. Not bothering to look at the people she loved, she grabbed the portkey and found herself back into her bed. Then she remembered what her 'mother' said about her real mother working for S.H.I.E.L.D and she remembered at the memorial that she saw the truck with the symbol and so realized Tony Stark works at S.H.I.E.L.D.
Practicing her apperation, she found a picture of the Stark Tower and pictured it in her head before apparating. She was about a quarter of a mile from the tower. She backed up quickly so she wouldn't get hit by speeding car. Once the cars stopped, she waked her way to Stark Tower. Minutes later, she was at the front door, ringing the doorbell.
"Who is this?" She heard the voice of Tony from the intercom.
"I'm Hermione Granger and I really need your help."
In a blink of an eye, many weapons were in front of her, waiting to be shot out by command.
"I don't mean any harm, I just need your technology to find my family. My real family."
"Why did you come to me? If you are lying, I will blow you up on the spot."
"I swear I'm telling the truth. I've been told that I'm adopted and my real mother works for S.H.I.E.L.D. I just want know who she is. That's all I want."
"She works for S.H.I.E.L.D? Do you know what station she works at?"
"No. And if you still don't trust me, fine let me tell you something. I'm a witch, watch."
She lifted her wand, making multiple shards of broken glass go back into a beer bottle. Tony, who watched from the camera, dropped his screw for his new suit and ran up to the front door opening it to the young witch.
"You aren't one of those devil-worshipping witches are you?"
"Of course not!"
For those who are reading my Fred and Hermione story, Im not done writing it, Im jus not thinking of good ideas. Sorry there's no Loki in this chapter, but he will be on the next chapter. Please review!