I took another hit, practically feeling my lungs die, but not really caring, I would rather die than have to live another second in this twisted world. Everyone I loved was either dead or against me, all except for Hermione, but I could tell that her love for Ron was pulling her to him. I didn't mind, she was more than I could've hopped for and I didn't expect for her to stay. I could tell the end was coming, we had destroyed most of the horcruxes so far, all except Ningini, and I feel like everything will break when I go back to Hogwarts in about a month. Everyone hated me, they think I'm in league with the Dark Lord and my fame is wearing off, but I don't mind, I don't need them anyway. Or at least that's what I tell myself. I stomp out the cigarette on the ground and start walking back to the Dursleys place, regretting every step. Couldn't I just leave? They don't even need me for the war! It was Dumbledore who told them this and he died a year ago. I shook my head and kept walking, until I reached the very doorstep I was left on almost sixteen years before.
"Where have you been girl?!" My uncle yelled as soon as I walked in. I didn't blame him for yelling, it was ten at night and I just now got back.
"No where."
"Don't give me that attitude girl, you're lucky we even gave you a home after your retched parents died." I felt my emotions spike, no one talked about my parents like that.
"Shut up! You never met them and you have no right to say that!" I screamed, a lamp breaking right next to Dudley's fat face.
"That's it! You're gone, get out and don't come back!" I quickly ran up the stairs, I didn't know what to do, thinking about it's, just what I wanted. I gathered a small bag with my wand among other things and released Hedwig, she would have a better life without me, I just know it. I ran back downstairs and left without saying a word, I'll just leave, they don't need me and certainly don't need anyone other than myself. I wonder what the wizarding world will do without their precious Harley Potter, looking behind me I noticed Hedwig was following me and I sighed, she was my familiar and no matter how much it would hurt her to stay with me, I couldn't bear the thought of leaving her. I had been walking for hours it seemed and finally wound up in the middle of the city of Surrey, the parts I had only visited briefly because my uncle decided it was to dangerous for his little Dudykins, I liked it. The only problem was that I had no money to go and stay anywhere and so I decided the little street corner in front of a clothing store was perfect for me, there was even a little bench for me to sleep on. I laid down and fell asleep with Hedwig sitting on my arm, watching anyone who would like to come close to me. For about a day it was nice, the thing was however, that I needed food. I snuck around, stealing for shops and not getting caught, but that couldn't go on forever and my inheritance was coming up, God! Why did I have to be born in July? It all happened one day I was walking around the upper ends of Surrey and I just suddenly collapsed, blacking out completely.
I was walking around the mortal world on one of my annual visits when I felt something approaching with very powerful magic. This struck me as odd because most of the lowly witches and wizards of this world stayed hidden and never had this amount of magic, this was very unusual. I looked for the source until I felt a spike in the magic and a small girl fell to the ground a couple feet in front of me with an owl on her shoulder. She was beautiful to say the least, pale skin with dark auburn hair, I wonder what was wrong with her? I didn't want this magic to go away, there was potential for her, I could train her and so I picked her up and decided it was time to go back to the Stark Tower. When I arrived almost everyone was in the living room, great, the one time they want to gather I'm bring back a small child from England, perfect.
"Loki? What are you doing with an unconscious person in your arms?" Natasha asked.
"None of your business, and no, she's not dead." I said, seeing the question in Steve's eyes. Without another word I walked past them to my room where I laid the girl down on the bed. Looking back at her, she's small, but she definitely was older than fifteen. Suddenly, she moved from her comatose state, writhing around violently and letting out tortured screams of agony. I quickly put up a silencing ward and started to examine the girl. After a bit I saw that she was going through her inheritance, that must mean today's her birthday and she's seventeen. I decided to leave her, knowing that she wouldn't wake up until the day was over, going back into the living room.
"So, why do you have a teenage girl in your room?" Tony asked and I sighed, knowing they were never going to let this go.
"Well, I found her in England, unconscious, but I could feel her magic, it was like no morals I had ever encountered. Now, once she wakes up I decided that I'll train her because her. Seeing as I'm the god of magic, I think she'll appreciate it." I explained.
"Doesn't she have a family to go back to?" Bruce asked.
"Nope, she's homeless." I said, I could tell by the fact she was on the streets and hadn't showered in days. Now we just wait…
The pain was unbearable, like fire coursing through my veins for what seemed like years. I woke up slowly, the pain fading until I fell asleep completely, resting after all the strain it had caused my body. When I woke up I knew I wasn't where I had been a day ago, I was in a very fancy bedroom with large windows. Looking down, I noticed that I was in a tower and upon seeing the Empire State Building I knew I was in New York City, America. How the hell did I get here? Looking back at the bed all the sheets were thrown in different directions, but the thing is, there was blood everywhere. This was a shock, as you can believe, I ran over to mirror to see where I had been wounded, but I could barely breath when I saw how I was different. My main feature were the same, but I was taller and I looked older with my new curves, but that wasn't all, I had large black bat like WINGS coming out of my back with the little hook on the end and all! They were so light I didn't even notice them on my back, but they had made little slits that weren't bleeding anymore, but there was still dried blood dripping down to my legs. Another thing was that I was naked, in someone else's house and there were no clothes to be seen that would fit me. Instead I just grabbed the white, blood stained sheets and wrapped them around me like a dress. With all this surprise I needed a cigarette and so I walked over to my bag, but I grabbed a joint I had made about a week ago and decided to go smoke that. I walk out onto the balcony and wondered how I went from homeless in Surrey to a tower at the top of New York City. I smoked the entire thing until I couldn't anymore and I was flying, I was also stumbling so I decided to go back in before I fell off the balcony. When I walked in I saw that a man had also just walked in, he had dark black, pale skin, and forest green eyes, not unlike my own.
"Helo." Is aid with a slight giggle, he was staring at my wings in wonder.
"I was not expecting those." He said to himself, but I somehow heard him perfectly.
"Oh, these? Yes, neither did I, but now I'm part bat and I can't do anything about it." I said, trying to grab at one of my wings. The man looked confused and walked closer.
"Are you...high?" He asked, making me erupt with of giggles.
"Maybe." I said, looking very guilty.
"Lord, you smell like smoke, go take a shower, there will be proper clothes here when you get back."
"Okay." I said and went into the room he was pointing at and took a shower scrubbing every inch of my body, I wonder if he knew that highs usually last for at least two hours? Well, at least I didn't smell like weed anymore. Washing my wings was the hardest part, they were huge and I had to clean them slowly and with care. Right before I got out I got the little stub of my joint and made a water bong in the bathtub, restarting my high with ferocity. I was drying off and got an idea, I concentrated as much as I could with a full still going strong and when I looked back up, my wings were gone and there were just two long scars on my back. For about five minutes I called them back and put them away, once I was confident they wouldn't just pop out, I walked out in nothing but a towel. The clothes were on the now clean bed and I was happy to see it was a pair of sweatpants, undergarments, and a dark green v neck shirt. Somehow, they fit perfectly, which was nice and once I was done the man appeared once more.
"Are you all done?" He asked.
"Dressing? Yes, but I have not yet come down from my high." I said with a smile and all he did was roll his eyes and sigh.
"Whatever, at least you have clothes on. Where are your wings?" He asked, looking back at me with a bit of annoyance in his eyes.
"Oh, I put them away. What's your name?" I said changing the subject for no real reason other than my curiosity.
"I am Loki." He said with an air of importance, making me wonder if that was suppose to mean something.
"I'm Harley, nice to meet you."
"Come, I have some people for you to meet, Harley." He said, turning and walking out without another word. I followed him, walking through the halls in wonder. We finally came out into a living room with six other people in it, all of them looking straight at me.
"This is the girl I brought here two days ago." Was all Loki said to the others.
"She looks different." One of the men said, trying to get a closer look.
"She went through her magical inheritance, it changes your body structure sometimes and can give you extra parts."
"What do you mean extra parts? Is she like a guy and a girl." One of the other guys said, I remember seeing him on TV one time. With an easy I never knew I had, I charmed the shirt so it wouldn't break and took out my wings.
"Nope, like these." I said and they were all amazed, making me giggle like a little girl. "Loki, feel how sharp the little hooks are." I said, giving Loki a little poke in the side, holding my left wing out to him. He sighed, but then felt the tip which cut his finger.
"Jesus, I didn't think it would be that sharp." He mumbled, but it still made me giggle. Now everyone had stopped looking at my wings and instead was looking at me.
"Loki?" The one girl asked. "Is she.. Okay?" Good, Lord, I found everything funny didn't I? Once again, Loki sighed and looked at me with disappointment.
"No, not really. What I didn't know was that she had illegal drugs in her bag and when she woke decided to use them." The guy from TV started to laugh, joining me.
"That's hilarious, I'm surprised you didn't check her bag Loki. You picked up a rebellious teenager." He said.
"I'm seventeen." I tried to defend myself and stay serious, but it was hard.
"Whatever, it doesn't matter, I'll be training her in the art of magic because now that she has matured her magic is even stronger than before and must be trained properly."
"Okay, well, she can stay here. I'll give her a map of the place so she doesn't get lost. JARVIS?" The man said to the ceiling. "Prepare a permanent room for our new guest." To my complete surprise however, a British voice talked back, through the ceiling!
"Yes, sir." Was all it said and it had me in a state of shock.
"Well, seeing as you'll be staying here for what seems like the inevitable future, I guess you should know the others. My brother is Thor, the annoying one is Tony, the shorter guy is Bruce, and then there's Clint and Steve and finally, Natasha." Loki said, pointing out each one, I was surprised, I kind of looked like Natasha.
"Are you hungry?" Steve asked, which caught my attention immediately, not only have I not eaten in about three days, I was also extremely stoned so that was a YES. I just nodded my head and Steve lead the way to the kitchen.
"Ah, I don't know if you should eat anything that Steve makes, his forte is garbage." Loki said, right behind me, making me giggle once more.
"How about I make something?" I asked, after almost fourteen while years of cooking for the Dursleys, I could practically work at a five star restaurant in London.
"Okay." Was all Loki said and I got to work. I decided to make a lot of things, due to my current state I wanted everything. So, I made beef stew, apple pie, pumpkin pie, fresh bread, and tacos because why not?
"I don't know if it was best to let someone who's extremely stoned cook for us." Tony said as I walked out with the two pies. Once I had brought everything out we all started eating and by the complete silence, I could tell it all was well received.
"Wow, I didn't think anyone under the age of thirty could cook like that." Clint said after he was to full to eat another bite. I of course was still eating as if I had never seen food in my entire life.
"Agreed." Loki said. "Mortal food is almost always so delicious." I was happy that I could serve them in some way.
"Well, Harley, today is your day off, but we will start the training first thing tomorrow." For the rest of the day I walked around the apartment, logging every inch of into my memory until I knew where everything was happy for my new life, this was full of opportunities that I couldn't pass up, and best of all, no one knew where I was.