Summary:
Natalia Thorne was just trying to figure out what she wanted to do with her life. High school is almost over, and the threat of the real world is looming above her. One day, shortly after her 17th birthday, she found herself running for her life. Remembering the stories and heroes of her childhood, she realized it's not all its cracked up to be. Too late now, though. Thrust into a new world, she and Oliver, her unlikely companion, have to weave their way through Hogwarts life; but there's so much more when aliens start tumbling out of the sky in New York.
A/N:
This story will go be canon (or close) through the 7 Harry Potter books and the Marvel movies up to the first avengers movie. Who knows what'll happen afterwards :P
Important! For the sake of the story, some dates are gonna be changed. Just a heads up! Harry Potter's first year will be in 2004 so it will better fit when the Thor and first Avengers movie.
ALSO ALSO ALSO there may be some triggering things in the beginning (chapters 1 & 2 mostly). If gun violence, specifically school gun violence, the DONT READ.
Okay, that's all ~for now~
Onwards!
First story, second edit.
Chapter 1:
The alarm clock's ring was a high shrill that pierced the very soul. It was only until Natalia fumbled and accidentally knocked the alarm off the small night table that it finally stopped. Rolling around a few more times under the sheets, she finally hauled herself out of bed when her mother's voice echoed through the halls: calling for breakfast in the Thorne household. Despite the heated floors, the morning chill tried to settle into everyone's bones, and grabbing her soft thick blanket off the bed in an effort to stave off the cold, she made her way to the kitchen.
Blanket trailing behind her, she entered the small kitchen: narrowly dodging her smaller brother, and stepping right into her older brother. He opened his mouth to start a fight, but closed it after Natalia ignored him and headed for the tea kettle.
"Anything interesting happening at school today?" her mother said, placing three bowls of cereal on the counter.
"Nothing," The three children chorused back. She huffed before turning and made her own breakfast. The news on the TV faintly played in the background. "And more on gun violence and prevention programs at 8…"
"I do worry for you kids," began Natalia's Mother.
"Yes, Mom," said Natalia, standing up from her now empty bowl and walked up to her, placing a kiss on her Mother's cheek. "Thanks for breakfast. See you after school."
"Okay," said her Mother, biting her lower lip before kissing her daughter on the cheek. "Love you."
"Love you too," Natalia called out as she walked towards her room.
With more energy coursing through her veins, the daily panic of being late for school set in, and she started to rush. Natalia pulled on some tattered jeans and one of her favorite shirts. Swinging her backpack around her shoulders, she made for the front door: only stopping to grab her keys and sweater. She pulled on her shoes and quickly made for her car.
Natalia's 17th birthday had just passed, and, upon reflection, she started to worry. She didn't know what she wanted to do with her life. No amazing super power has surfaced, and it's a bit late to receive her Hogwarts letter. One could only hope.
Pulling up to the school, she noticed a person nervously pacing at the side, pensive look decorated his features, and tension drew their brows together.
Natalia stepped out of her car and walked into the school just in time to hear the first bell ring. Her attention drawn elsewhere, the person escaped her mind. Adjusting her book bag, she made her way to the other side of the school: anticipating the wrath of her English teacher.
The fire alarm was ringing, and the school slowly made their way out. Pockets of people gossiped about who they thought pulled it. Senior Prank? Possibly, but that would be pretty underwhelming.
Natalia stayed towards the back of her history class and tried not to get squished by the sophomores that surrounded her. She tried to distance herself.
It seemed that a moment was frozen in time, before a scream echoed behind them. Multiple yells and shouts followed by loud gunshots proceeded. Panic swept through the crowd Natalia was in. People close to the exits were pushed outside. Others dashed into the nearby theater. And others looked around helplessly. Anywhere to get out of the open space of the hallway.
Natalie whipped around looking for her older brother. She grew panicked herself before realizing he had already graduated last year. She took a calming breathe. Being panicked wouldn't help her. She ducked into a small side hallway she had seen before on one of her many explorations of the school.
Double doors that lead to the dumpsters a drop off zone for trucks were at the end of the hallway. She was ¾ of the way there when the hallway behind her was silent. She chanced a glance behind it and instantly regretted it. One lone figure stood where there was once many. Grabbing one of the door with a sweaty hand, Natalia threw it open with haste. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears and feel her blood rushing through her veins. Her hands started shaking when she heard another gunshot and ducked behind some nearby dumpsters. Instead of smelling the garbage that littered the area, she could only smell the gunpowder from before. Natalia closed her eyes and pulled herself close. She saw the pacing student from this morning, and then the lone silhouette in the hallway on the back of her eyelids. Her body started to tremble and tears slid down her face. Making herself as small as she could, she rocked back and forth. Silent screams threatened to escape her lips.
What was on the news this morning? She thought, and lied down in a fetal position.
Natalia's senses were on high alert. And, even though it must have been almost minutes, it felt like hours had past. She waited with baited breath for anything, anything, to happen. Behind her, she realized, another door slowly opened. Fear gripped her heart and tremors wracked her body again. She calmed slightly to see that it was just Oliver, one of the school's most popular and irritating people she has ever met.
The door quietly shut behind him and he glanced around with frantic eyes. Spotting Natalia, he mimicked her idea and ducked behind another nearby dumpster.
Natalia slowly sat up and looked at him. Oliver seemed relatively unharmed: only appearing for have a few cuts and bruises on his arms and legs. His dark hair was slightly disheveled from its otherwise perfect style, she thought wryly. What worried her though, was absolute horror in his dark eyes. He quickly laid down as the door that Natalia came through banged open. She did not hesitate to copy his actions.
A silent prayer made its way from her mind to the tip of her tongue. Natalia hoped that whatever deity, if there was one, would listen.
A sudden feeling of weightlessness washed over Natalia. The panic and fear was too much and she closed her eyes. The last she heard was footsteps heading towards her rigid body.
Ms. Thorne stormed into the school with her two sons trailing behind. Her determination coming off of her in waves; detering anyone who thought to stop her.
"Excuse me, Miss," began the person at the front desk, but they were cut off by a smoldering glare from Ms. Thorne. Her two sons looked at her worryingly.
"I'm sure she is okay, Mom," Said one of the sons. She casted a quick glance at them before walking into one of the conference rooms in the Main Office.
"Where is my daughter?" She said sternly to the occupants. They were huddled around a computer screen, looking nervously at each other. Her two sons shifted their weight from foot to foot in anticipation.
One smartly dressed fellow turned the computer around and slid it across the table. A look of sympathy crossed his features. "Our dearest apologies, Miss," was all he said.
Staying strong, Ms. Thorne knelt down by the computer screen to get a better look, her sons quickly followed.
The black and white image was only a bit grainy. It showed an image of the dumpsters. After a few seconds, Natalia was seen hastily coming through the doors and looking around. Tears threatened to spill from Ms. Thornes eyes. Spotting the dumpsters opposite of the doors, Natalia ducked behind them and curled into a fetal position.
The next few agonizing minutes were just her shaking and lying down. Without warning, the door behind Natalia opened, and Ms. Thorne tensed. Out came a boy she didn't recognize. The two teens looked at each other before the boy followed Natalia's actions and ducked behind another dumpster. Natalia, now slightly seated up, whipped her head around when the door she came from slammed open. Ms. Thorne's body slightly trembled as she watched one of the students with a gun in their hand approach the dumpsters.
Suddenly, the image became fuzzy and distorted and cracked. All she could hear was a disgruntled shout before the image became clear again.
Ms. Thorne drew in a shaky breath as she saw both her daughter and the boy were gone: replaced by flower growing in the asphalt. The student, beant down and ripped the flower out. They then turned around and looked at the camera. Lifting the gun, they shot it and the screen went black.
"I am so sorry," said another one of the occupants, and similar condolences followed shortly after. Ms. Thorne was too dumbfounded to speak. To think. To do anything. She just wanted her daughter back, or at least alive and well.
Another one of the occupants shifted slightly before saying, "No body was found…"
She didn't want to hear it. Grabbing both of the sons' hands, she led them out.