A DISCLAIMER AND A SPECIAL DISCLAIMER

I don't own the characters of Avengers and Harry Potter. This fic was written with the purpose of providing a fun time to everyone.

This story is based on the fics " Man of Iron, Father of Gold", and its sequel "Disparity by Magic", both of which were written by Lunabell Marauder Knyte; this one is written with her blessing and permission.


KINDRED SPIRITS

by

Airshadow

CHAPTER I

THE DARKNESS BEFORE THE DAWN

London, UK. 16:00 pm. Ministry of Magic.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, a former Auror and now Minister for Magic, sighed after taking a few sips of his tea. He left the cup on his oak desk, and his brown eyes fell in the magically animated photograph of the Second Order of Phoenix that hung on one of his office's lilac-toned walls. A feeling of sadness invaded him when he saw a teen with raven hair and a lightning bolt-shaped scar.

While he stared at it, he contemplated what just happened some months ago, and its possible outcomes. The latest events in America had directly affected the wizarding community on many levels, some of them personal. For two long years one of its most prominent members, Harry Potter, had been missing. Every one of his friends had the hope that he would reappear unharmed.

After months of hope that had slowly become desperation, the news that they were looking for appeared in the least expected place in the Earth, and in the strangest way. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, was found in New York! But not as the man that he was, he was now an almost eight-year-old kid, and the adopted son of the Muggle known as Tony Stark, who also is the superhero "Iron Man".

Kingsley sighed one more time as his mind returned to the present; he had many things to do for Harry's safekeeping, The Death Eaters weren't his only concern. Knowing that the dangerous and malicious entity named Loki was sentenced to fulfill his punishment on Earth, that was bad enough; but the fact that part of it was to babysit Harry, only allowed to use his powers to protect him, didn't silence down his worries. This fact actually had the opposite effect.

Loki was, without a doubt, a combined, wicked and malicious version of Fred and George. Even though they had in common their troublemaking nature and penchant for pranks, the Weasley Twins knew when to stop before someone really was injured... And Loki's actions resulted in the death of 80 people in two days, not to mention Harry's kidnapping.

Fred...

Kingsley looked again with sorrow at the picture of The Second Order of Phoenix while he remembered the battles that took place in Hogwarts' grounds, and with them the lives of the brave men and women that were lost there: Fred... Remus... Tonks... and many more.

He shook his head one more time and took a dossier that SHIELD had sent him about the so-called god of mischief and lies. After another brief read plus a moment of meditation, Kingsley took his wand and summoned his Patronus. The silver lynx looked at the Minister for Magic expectantly.

"Go and give Mr. Fury the follow message," Kingsley told to the silvery linx "'Mister Fury, I have just read the dossier. I believe that we have to take extra measures to protect Harry, taking into account the unexpected turn of events. I will appear in your office in 30 minutes in order to discuss matters further - Yours Truly, Kingsley Shacklebolt'."

As soon as he finished to dictating the message, his Patronus ran to reach its destination. Kingsley estimated that it would take the same time as what the Muggles call an email to reach Mr. Fury's desk in America. Almost immediately, the ex-Auror took a blue quill and sank it into his golden inkwell. Then he wrote in a piece of parchment with purple ink:

Miss Black,

I require your presence in my office. I have a special assignment for you.

Kingsley Shacklebolt.

Minister for Magic.

When he finished, Kingsley tapped the parchment with his wand. The note began to fold itself into a paper airplane; when it finished, it flew towards the second level. Once the memo arrived at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, it headed towards Auror Headquarters.

New York, USA. 12:30 am. Stark Tower.

It was a beautiful day in the emblematic city of New York, but one of his inhabitants didn't think that. At first sight, he was an elegant man with long black hair, wearing expensive dark clothes, and leaning against a column as he looked at the great metropolis. Set into his features, a sly pair of eyes watched the landscape, while a storm was raging in his heart.

Loki watched New York City from one of the windows of Stark Towers, in the same floor that he shared with his 'Brother', Thor. It was a fairly comfortable place, according to mortal standards, every single detail, from the furniture to the lighting, was cozy and tasteful. But despite all of this, he was in a foul mood that morning. It wasn't exactly weird; in fact, it was the same thing that he had felt since he knew what the punishment that the All-Daddy, Odin, had prepared for him: be the nanny of a young, annoying, and mischievous warlock... Well, he actually liked the mischievous side of the Little Raven; after all he was Loki, the God of Mischief.

On other hand, Loki reflected, it was something in the child of the Man of Iron that intrigued him; but what exactly that something was continued to slip from his mind, and that annoyed him very much.

He remembered when he kidnapped the Little Raven, the boy was practically at his mercy; he could have harmed him or struck a good bargain with Mr. Casanova. But NOOOOOO! Acting like a complete fool, he had brought him back to his stupid so-called brother, surrendered to his enemies, and ended up stuck in Midgard - without his powers, without immortality, and to make things worse, as the nanny of the Little Stark!

"Greetings, Brother."

Loki scowled when he heard a voice that he knew well and really despised "Good day, Brother dearest," sneered the prince of Chaos without move his position, "Have you come to make sure that I'm behaving?"

"Nay," replied Thor "'Tis almost time to take our meal, Brother; remember, as a mortal, thou art subject now to their hardships."

As if he could forget that, Loki thought as he snorted, he got a reminder when his stomach started to growl. This is one of the things that he had learned about 'being-a-mortal' stuff and the fact to be tied to the Midgard realm: Hunger, thirst, plus others unpleasant sensations.

"Thanks Daddy Odin for this incredible experience." the god of mischief thought with bitter sarcasm.

"Come Brother," Thor said while he waited for Loki at the door, "The others await us."

"I doubt that they want to watch me any time soon," the god of chaos replied while he watched the bracelet that once belonged to Harry, "And don't call me 'brother'."

Thor sighed, and he and Loki walked towards the dinning room.

- o0o -

Lunch time with Loki's presence was alway tense. Forced smiles and exaggerated courtesy were the norm amongst most of those present when they had to talk with the god of mischief; the only ones that were genuinely kind to him were Harry and Thor.

The dining room was wide and well-lit, and had a stunning view of New York. The table was large, in order to allow everyone to have a comfortable space. Harry's place was moved close to Tony's while Steve sat down in his other side; his father and godfather wanted to be sure that the little one was far from the troublemaking wizard and very close to them, in case things turned ugly. In order to be more sure that things would be under control, Loki was placed between the god of thunder and Dr. Banner.

Most of the chatting was done between Harry and the Avengers. They were the kind of chats that every family would have; considering that Loki had forbidden any kind of jokes and pranks, plus had zero tolerance for politics among them, he only opened his mouth to eat.

"Are you enjoying the roast beef, Mr. Laufeyson?" asked a childish voice.

Loki looked at Harry and then shot a quick glance at the others Avengers, especially at the Man of Iron; the god of mischief understood quickly that he had to be careful with his answer "I'm not big fan of the American food, Little Raven," said with a neutral tone, "Personally, I would prefer the Asgardian one."

"Maybe, Uncle Happy could cook some dishes one day." Harry said innocently.

"I highly doubt that you can find an Asgardian Cooking book in the Amazon, Little Raven." Loki answered while he scanned carefully the Avengers' reactions.

"Why would the Amazons have a cooking book?" asked Thor while Loki just rolled his eyes in disbelief.

"Mr. Stark, Nick Fury on the phone." Jarvis said.

"I haven't done anything! I swear! I have spent many weeks behaving nicely!" Loki babbled nervously.

"Shut up, Reindeer," Tony scolded, then added, "Jarvis, tell Fury that we are just eating our lunch, so unless the subject is a catastrophic abnormality, whatever he has to say can wait."

"He insists, Mr. Stark," Jarvis replied after few minutes, "Mr. Fury said that he and Mr. Shacklebolt have something important to discuss about the young master Harry."

These words fell like cold water among all present. Tony stormed out the room only to reappear after few minutes.

"Fury wants that we go to Helicarrier. That includes you, Reindeer," Tony said with a serious tone, which wasn't a good sign.