Fandom: Avengers, Harry Potter (setting and events only)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Marvel Avenger characters or the Harry Potter settings or events.

Rating: M (Be warned of foul language and sexual content, boy x boy)

Genre: Romance, Adventure

Characters: Tony Stark, Loki Laufeyson, Thor Odinson, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Nick Fury, Peggy Carter, Victor Von Doom, Pepper Potts, Phil Coulson etc…

Pairings: FrostIron (Tony/Loki), Steve/Coulson, Steve/Peggy, Clint/Natasha,

Other Tags: Swearing, Bad Language, Family Loathing, Daddy Issue Bonding, Sarcastic Angst-y Loki, Openly Flirting Tony, Love At First Sight, Victor Von Doom Hate, Harry Potter events, Gryffindor!Tony, Slytherin!Loki,

This is an Avengers in Hogwarts fanfiction and will have avengers characters and probably marvel universe characters but no harry potter characters. This is just if the avengers characters were born into the harry potter universe… And yes, yes there will be shipping. Mainly Loki/Tony with a little bit of Clint/Natasha and Steve/Coulson but not much on any others specifically. This is yaoi(boys love) fanfiction so if you don't like that, DON'T READ THIS! This might get a bit 'mature' as it goes on so yeah, you were warned. Comments and critiscism will be appreciated and please comment whether I should continue this.

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Chapter 1

{Tony's Viewpoint}

My name is Tony Stark.

Yeah that's right, the Tony Stark. Son of the famous 'inventor' and 'weapons dealer' Howard Stark. I'm a genius, that's what everyone says. And technically, I am.

But I can do so much better that tinker with technology or design outrageous weapons. I can do magic. Uh huh. That's right. Magic. And not the pull-a-rabbit-out-of-a-hat magic, the whole spell-casting, wand-blasting, broom-flying magic.

Yeah. It all started a year ago when I received a letter addressed to me in rough, block capitals with metallic ink. Incredibly precise, if not creepy, when it stated the actual location of my specific room in my father's mansion (with 23 spare rooms).

The letter told me of a school for 'gifted children', that is to say, witches and wizards. 'A dumb prank', said I. 'You're coming whether you like it or not' said the incredibly hot agent-looking Professor Hill, who came to collect me in light of my denial of magic.

From then on, I got dragged to England of all places and into a seedy street with all this ridiculous un-science-y magic stuff like cauldrons, wands, cloaks and what the hell! Fucking black cats and TOADS! Stupid, right!?

And then Professor Hill basically threw me through a fucking wall! A wall! Except that I kind of went right through it, and came out with all my creepy-ass magic shit on the other side….with loads of creepy-ass people in cloaks and witch hats. And that's how I caught the fucking 9 ¾ train to a fucking wizard school called Hog-fucking-warts!

Admittedly, I met some awesome people such as Bruce, Steve, Thor, Natasha and Clint, and well, I got sorted into Gryffindor (the BEST house) because of my 'ability to put myself in a worse position to save a bunch of people I don't know' (which I'm positive I'd never do).

And yeah, I learnt how to fly a broom and cast all kinds of spells, but hey! Nothing weirder happened than a chocolate frog leaping onto my fucking face. That was scary. Science cannot explain that.

Bruce is meek and kind and just as genius as I am, and was sorted into Ravenclaw, the 'smart' house. I asked the stupid Sorting Hat why he didn't want to put me in Ravenclaw and he replied "You're more daring and playful that that of a Ravenclaw." Whatever.

Steve is sickly kind, loyal and likes to follow orders so he was sorted into Hufflepuff. I like messing with him. And, I am pretty sure he and Prof. Coulson are a bit closer than teacher-student should be. Coulson really admires Steve for something…I'm not sure I want to know.

Thor is big and loud and oblivious and unusually smart in some aspects. He got sorted into Gryffindor and apparently his whole family (purebloods of course) have been in Gryffindor. Thor is a Beater in the Gryffindor Quidditch team and a hell of a popular guy, he is famous for his huge muscles and 'kicked puppy' face.

Clint is hard working and loyal but also cheeky so he got sorted into Hufflepuff with Steve. I was shocked that he got into Hufflepuff because he is a little shit but he really does take orders seriously. But only from Tasha and Headmaster Fury. Those three have this weird understanding thing. I have not pried. Not much.

Tasha is scary. Scary scary scary, but hot. She got sorted into Slytherin but we are all friends with her, even though she's scary. She's got the little shit called Clint wrapped around her finger. When I first met her on the train with all the other guys, I tried to pick her up and got punched in the balls. While she was smiling. Everyone had a good laugh about that, even she giggled at my pain. Scary.

And so my first year in Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry was all high and dandy, with the exception being a total asshole in Slytherin, Victor Von Doom. I loathe him. LOATHE him. He's all uptight, smart, arrogant and drastically evil. Yes, I said drastically. Get over it.

So when I came back to Hogwarts for my second year, chilling out at Gryffindor's table and laughing at Thor's awful eating habits, I had no premonition of the trouble about to start.

And when Prof. Coulson started calling out the first years to come and get sorted I merely chuckled and whooped along with my other friends. And maybe winked at a few of the cuties. Maybe.

"Hank Pym."

A nervous-looking kid stumbled up the stairs and nearly collapsed on the chair. Ravenclaw. He definitely had the look of a nerd. Not that I can talk about that, I'm smarter than most of the Ravenclaws.

"RAVENCLAW."

I mentally gave myself a pat on the back.

"Peter Parker."

Now an excited kid nearly ran up the stares, his glasses slipped down and only his goofy grin was showing as the Sorting Hat slipped over his head. I could see him fidgeting and twiddling his thumbs, the grin still wide.

"GRYFFINDOR."

Yeah, yeah. WHOOP. Whatever. I cheered along with the Gryffindor table and Thor gave an almighty clap on the poor kid's back.

"Loki Odinson."

Wait. What? Odinson? As in Thor Odinson? The hall went silent as everyone turned to stare at Thor, who was currently guzzling down a mixture of pumpkin juice and turkey.

Eyes slowly turned from the popular Gryffindor Quidditch player to the thin, pale babe walking up the isle. He strutted up the stairs, his smooth black hair falling just above his shoulders and his green eyes staring venomously at Prof. Coulson.

He stopped before Prof. Coulson who was holding out the Sorting Hat expectantly and kicked him. Loki kicked the Professor in the shin. And as Prof. Coulson was doubling over in pain, his angry groan being the only sound in the awestruck hall, Loki thrust his chin up high.

"It's Laufeyson. Loki Lauffeyson, you blithering idiot."

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