Hello, readers! My name is gallifrey-companion and this is my first fanfiction on this site. I have never published anything before, though I write quite often. I'm not sure how good it will be, but please feel welcome to give polite constructive criticism. Now, this story will include slash, though nothing too ranchy. I do not know how often I will update because I go through periods of writers block.
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter is property of Warner Bros and JK Rowling. All characters from the Avengers are property of Marvel.
SEPTEMBER 19TH, 2000
UNDISCLOSED LOCATION IN LONDON, ENGLAND
6:21 p.m.
She's beautiful, was all Loki could think. She's so beautiful; my angel, my lioness. My daughter.
Loki Odinson gazed down upon his wife and daughter with a smile so large. Jean Montgomery lay on her bed, their newborn daughter in her arms. Looking down, they could see that she had black hair like both of her parents. She inherited her mother's button nose, but her father's earth shattering electric blue eyes.
She was perfect, both parents agree.
Jean and Loki meet while Loki was on Earth hiding from his family. She was only twenty-one. They quickly grew close in their time together. Jean was an orphan, who worked all her life to go to dentistry school. Her desire to learn and prove herself is what drew him to her in the first place. Jean was very smart herself, and because Loki had a love for foreign sciences and such, they always had much to talk and debate about.
Just two months after Jean's graduation from school, they found out she was pregnant with a daughter. The couple couldn't be happier, but Loki was worried. Odin had taken his children from him in the past. Loki could not cope with losing another.
So he vowed to hide them, no matter the cost.
Loki took a deep breath. Jean looked over at him tiredly and all happiness left her face as she saw his expression.
"Loki, Loki please, please stay longer. Please! I love you, please don't leave me, leave us." The puddles of tears in her yes finally fell. "Please don't leave her."
A tear escaped Loki's eye as well.
"I am so sorry, my love, but I must protect you and my daughter."
Jean looked down at her sleeping daughter in her arms for a long moment. She sighed in defeat and acceptance. Jean loved her husband, but she also loved her daughter. And if Loki leaving meant her daughter would be safe, then so be it.
"I love you." Jean whispered. She started to cry again.
"And I, you," Loki responded, crying as well.
They stared into each other's eyes, Loki's blue and Jean's brown, before Loki surged forward. He cupped her check in his slender hand and caressed her lips with his in a passionate kiss. Tears coursed down both of their checks but they didn't notice.
"May I hold her once more?" Loki asked after they broke apart. Jean only nodded and handed her to Loki. He simply gazed at her face. As if sensing her father's presence, the babe blinked her eyes opened and stared up at him with wide, blue eyes. "Hermione Freya Loki," He began. "You are loved. If I could bring you home with me, I am sure my mother and brother would love you and spoil you. If father would accept you, no one would care for you more. He really does love children. Remember this, angel, Daddy always loves you. I will do what I can to protect you from afar. But if you ever need me, I will be there. I love you, my angel, my lioness."
Loki kissed her forehead softly. With one last look at those bright blue eyes, he waved his hand over her face.
Hermione's blue eyes turned chocolate brown to match her mothers, and he hair became brown. With a few other minor adjustments to her appearance and such, he handed her back to Jean.
Loki then waved his hand over her face, which caused her to fall back, asleep. In her mind, all mention of the name Loki, Asgard, magic and such was lost. She remembered having a husband who died, a mortal man who went to war for a noble cause and died in duty.
"I am truly sorry, my love. Please forgive me."
MAY 27TH, 2003
CITY HOUSE, KENT
2:01 p.m.
Hermione Jean Granger sat in her mother's lap with a book in front of her. Jean watched and listened as her daughter read the book.
Hermione reading levels were suburb, according to her teachers. She was apparently reading at a level of eight or nine year olds. Jean couldn't be prouder. Her little girl loved to read and learn all she could. She had always been a very curious child.
"And da elf said to her, 'Mona, my wove, pwease I beg of you, save yourself.'" Hermione read as clearly as a three year old could.
"Good job, princess." Jean praised her.
"Mummy?" The little girl in a dress asked.
"Yes?"
"Why do you call me that?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Because you are a princess, at least to me." Jean explained. To a three year old, that was all the explanation she needed.
DECEMBER 16TH, 2007
KENT PRIMARY SCHOOL
1:31 p.m.
"Move over!"
"RECESS!"
"Does someone have the ball?"
"Where are my gloves?"
"Make sure you are all covered up."
"RECESS!"
The year three class of 2018 pushed and shoved to be the first one out to recess. It had been snowing all morning, and the hyper active children had been waiting all day for recess. So when she opened the doors to let them out, they rushed out so fast that many fell and tripped, only to jump right back up. It left the teacher chuckling at their antics.
All except for lone Hermione Jean Granger.
As the teacher looked over the group of exuberant seven and eight year olds, she noticed one was missing. Looking around the room, Mrs. Marian finally tracked down the missing one.
Hermione sat on the windowsill. Hermione was one of the older ones, nine already. She had should length hair that Mrs. Marian suspected her mother did in the morning. It was always in a beautiful braid around her head and down her back. A large book was placed in her lap, under a soft blanket.
However, she was not reading. Hermione gazed up into the sky and watched the snow fall with a serine smile on her face. She seemed to be humming something to faint for her to hear. Her small hands traced stick figures into the frosted glass. As Mrs. Marian watched, Hermione drew a little girl, a woman, and a man. Except when she looked at the man, Hermione frowned and looked down. Mrs. Marian noticed she was clutching a small stuffed animal and a bracelet in her other hand. A lion and a silver bracelet.
"Hermione, are you okay?" Mrs. Marian asked softly.
She seemed to snap out of a trance as she looked over at her teacher.
Hermione liked Mrs. Marian. She was kind, considerate and quiet. She didn't make Hermione do things she was uncomfortable with, and always protected her from the bullies.
Hermione looked at the woman and then down to her clenched fist. Unconsciously, tears began to fall from her eyes. She shook her head as Mrs. Marian hurried over to hug the girl.
Outside, boys and girls screamed and giggled in delight as they rolled in the snow.
"Shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay."
"My fa-father died when I was very little. I never meet him, he died in combat, mummy says." Hermione didn't mention that she had a near perfect memory, and remembered a man with black hair and blue eyes talking to her when she was very little. He was crying and telling her how much he loved her. Her father. "B-but, every year around my birthday and Christmas, I get a package with a stuffed animal usually and a charm for my bracelet. The note always says Love, Fadir. Could he be alive, Mrs. Marian, could he?" Hermione pleaded for an answer. She is very distraught, Mrs. Marian thought. I have no answer for the poor thing.
"Have you tried talking to your mother about this?"
Hermione sniffed.
"She doesn't believe me. She always gets upset when I mention Daddy to her, and her new husband doesn't like it when I talk 'bout him."
Mrs. Marian frowned but hugged the child closer to her. "I don't know darling, I just don't know."
DECEMBER 25TH, 2011
GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM, HOGWARTS
7:25 a.m.
Loki watched, invisible, as his daughter opened his gift.
Oh, how he had missed her. This was the first Yule in almost five years that he had been present to watch this. While Loki knew he could never interact with his daughter, he had to watch at times. He had to.
She's grown up into a fine girl, Loki thought. And indeed she had. Eleven year old Hermione Granger was extremely intelligent and brave. Loki couldn't be happier. She even inherited his magic!
"Come on, Hermione," Ron Weasley edged. Loki looked at the boy with no little distaste. Just from observing the boy, he could see he was a selfish, self centered, jealous boy. How Hermione standed him, he would never know. The other boy, however, Loki liked. Harry Potter was also intelligent, not like Hermione, but still smart. He was small, worringly so, yet Loki could do nothing. He was quiet and shy, but funny. He and Hermione got on well. "Open it up!"
In front of the fire in the common room, Hermione slowly unwrapped the green paper on the box. Opening it up, she was well aware that she was being watched by her friends. Inside the white box, a intricate hair clip lay nestled in a bed of wrapping paper. It was covered with roses with blue petals. Around the petals white and black stones twirled around them and green vines wrapped the whole thing together.
Hermione's eyes filled with tears and she covered her mouth with her hand.
"He shouldn't have," She whispered.
Loki smiled softly and sadly and disappeared back to Asgard.
FEBUARY 3RD, 2011
GRYFFINDOR COMMONROOM, HOGWARTS
9:57 p.m.
"Hermione, I regret to inform that your mother and father were in an accident late last night." Dumbledore told the young first year in front of him. Professor Mcgonagoll stood beside the girl, a hand on her shoulder. Professor Snape leaned against the window and another man with shaggy brown and gray hair and shabby robes stood on the other side of the room, observing the girl. His heart went out to her, and he remember why he agreed to Albus's idea.
Hermione was in shock. Her mother, dead? She couldn't believe it.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…" Hermione murmured. Mummy couldn't be dead, she couldn't.
The mysterious man moved forward so he kneeling before the crying girl. He began to rub her knee and hand with his.
"Hermione, I know this is a shocking matter, but we must assign you a guardian quickly. This man is Remus Lupin, he has agreed to take you in. I have a feeling you two will get on quite well."
LOKI'S ROOM, ASGARD
9:43 p.m.
In a silent room, Loki Laufeyson screamed out his anguish.
And he cracked.
INFIRMERY, HOGWARTS
3:15 p.m.
Thunder boomed and lightning cracked outside of the thick stone walls. Just an hour ago, the sky had been blue, clear, and peaceful. Now, the sky was raging war on those on the surface. The conscious occupants of the infirmary glanced at each other worriedly before looking back down.
The girl lay before them was spattered with blood and was bent in angles no person should have to endure. Her long dark brown hair was matted to her skin and the sheet under her. Eyes were scrunched shut, hands fisted in sheet. Her pink lips were parted and every few minutes a moan or whimper would escape.
She looked like hell.
It happened by accident. For two months, she lay petrified on a bed in the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey had just fed her the potion to restore her, when she started to have a reaction to it. For three hours, the poor girl lay there as her body tried to combat the effects. The matron couldn't give her anything, for fear it would only make it worse for her.
So now they waited.
They waited for Hermione Granger, the smartest witch of her class to wake up.
Harry, Fred and George, Dumbledore, her head of house, Remus and Madam Pomfrey stood and sat around the bed. Waiting, hoping, praying.
Then doors of the infirmary slammed open.
Asgard, 1 hour earlier
Thrown Room
Loki smiled as he watched practices with the soldiers. Thor and The Warrior's Three spared in the center of the field, and they had acquired a large group of bystanders. It was always entertaining to watching the great warriors fight. Lady Sif, horever, stood at his side and watched with him. She had decided to leave the fight to the men.
"You do not wish to join in?" Loki asked the woman at his side. In front of them, Frandell made a swipe at Thor's head while jumping out of the way of a sword with a laugh.
"I will let the boys have their fun," Sif replied. Then she smiled. "Then I will show them what a real fight looks like."
Loki chuckled at her response. No one was blind enough to believe that Sif was not good, if no better than most here. The only ones she had any real competition was with Thor or Loki.
Loki once might have been blind to it, among other things. He was blinded in ignorance about many things before. He had been blind in his fury at Odin for hiding his heritage from him. He paid for it. Thanos was able to take control of his body and fed off of his anger. He forced Loki to attack New York and killed over a hundred people. He still had dreams about the acts he committed.
Thor gave a mighty roar and started spinning his hammer. Within seconds, he was flying through the air. He whipped the mighty hammer down and around, knocking them out. They never had much of a chance.
Suddenly, Loki buckled. His head began to pound as if as if someone was putting a hot poker to his brain. He groaned and his long fingers gripped his long black hair tightly.
"Loki!" Sif shouted. "Loki, can you hear me?"
It sounded vague and muffled to him. He felt hands on his body and he tried to shake them off.
Images flashed before his eyes.
…A girl lay on a bed, in pain…
…Pain, so much pain…
…She was thrashing and whimpering…
…He saw a large serpent, a basilisk lung towards her…
…He saw people leaning over her with worry…
Hermione!
"Loki! Loki!"Voices yelled. "Someone get Odin and Frigga!"
He managed to snap the connection in his mind with a roar. Those around him stepped back as he stood up. His magic crackled around him like an animal. When Thor attempted to touch his shoulder, his magic threw him back nearly ten feet.
"Hermione!" Loki gasped out. He was breathing heavily but started to walk forward. Soldiers parted in front of him as he stalked.
"Where are you going, brother?"Thor questioned. He had got up and started running after his brother. When he reached Loki's side, Loki replied.
"Midgard!"
Hogwarts Infirmary
3:47 p.m.
The lights flickered and thunder boomed again. The large wooden doors slammed against the walls, hard. Everyone except for the girl on the bed jumped.
Two men stalked into the room. One was large, with broad shoulders and thick arms. In his hand he clutched a hammer, and his shoulder length blonde hair was soaked with rain. While he was certainly intimidating, it was the second that caused them to freeze in their seats.
The second man was the others opposite. He was lithe and thin, but with some muscle. His long black hair was slicked back off his head, and the rain dripping helped his appearance. He held a three foot long staff in his hand. The end was pulsing green. He had sharp blue eyes that held fury only matching the storm outside.
Harry, who lived in the Muggle world during the summer, recognized them.
"Thor and Loki," He breathed. Dumbledore shot him a look.
"What business do you have," Dumbledore started but he was cut off.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY DAUGHTER?!" Loki boomed. Everyone, even Thor looked startled.
"Daughter, brother what are you talking about?"Thor asked. A second later, Hermione made a whimper.
Loki walked quickly to the bed. Wands met his chest.
"I am not going to hurt her, she is my daughter."
No one moved until Remus sniffed the air around Loki. He could not deny that Loki and Hermione were family, pact.
"Let him go, maybe he can help." Remus said after a moment. He shot out his arm. Whispering in his ear, he warned "If you hurt one hair on her head, you will face the wrath of my entire werewolf pack."
Loki went to sneer at the man, but realized he was serious. Loki realized with no hint of jealousy that this man must have taken a place in Hermione's life that he couldn't.
He nodded.
With everyone, including Thor, watching carefully, he waved his hand over her head. The powerful spells fell away, showing her true appearance. He then got to work on removing the potion from her body.
An hour of hard work later and Loki collapsed next to his brother. Sweat rolled down his temples and he pushed his long hair away from his face.
Two minutes later, Hermione's electric blue eyes snapped open.
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