AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am rewriting parts of Secrets and Betrayal, visit the last chapter of Betrayal for more info. I intend on up load two or three chapters at a time. I hated how the story was going. (I write it chapter by chapter so some things have changed since I started) Also looking back, I hated the style of writing. So I am redoing it! Hope you understand.

Authors Note: This story is NOT a crossover. I merely, and briefly mention an awesome sport which is played in the beginning. I make no apologies if my chapters are long. That's just how I roll. I feel I should state a few things about Quidditch to clear up any confusion for the Harry Potter fans. This is called Ground Quidditch. It is an adapted version of Harry Potter's magical Quidditch. Goals are worth 10pts. Catching the Snitch gives that team 30pts (not 150). If a player is hit with a Bludger they have to tag their goal post before they are allowed back into game play. The snitch is a person dressed in yellow with a tube sock hanging from the back of their shorts, a seeker has to grab the sock to catch the snitch. I can't think of others off hand, but I warn you things are slightly different.

Also I sadly do not own the rights to Avengers but merely use their awesome characters that they created… but if Marvel is looking for someone for graphics I am right here.

Prologue

The entire Avenger team, except for Thor who was dealing with Loki on Asgard, sat around a large glass table waiting for Director Fury at SHIELD. The man himself came in within a few minutes and had a grave look on his face.

"We have a person who may be like you," he told them.

A series of videos came on the table in front of them. The videos all showed a girl with medium length brown hair, shorter than average height, physically in shape, and brown eyes that every so often on the videos would get a far away hazy look.

"What is her ability?" asked Natasha.

"Watch," was all of Fury's reply.

Then they all saw a video. This one was longer than the previous. The same girl was standing in front of three hoops with a broom between her legs.

"What is she doing?" asked Tony snickering. Natasha soon hushed him.

On the screen, the girl had been shouting out to her teammates to go left when she grew very quiet. Her face went blank for a split second. Next she yelled at her teammates to change positions to the right. The offense faked left and then threw the ball right. The girls team wasn't quick enough and the girl had to defend the hoops. As soon as they passed the defense, her eyes went out of focus. A split second later she dove to the right hoop and caught the ball midair.

"Whoa, lucky catch" Bruce exclaimed.

"It wasn't luck Dr. Banner." Fury said. "She has psychic abilities and faster reflexes than most humans. We also have reason to believe she has better eyesight than 20/20 as well. She may be in danger. I want Natasha and Clint to follow her. Stay out of sight. If she is threatened bring her in. I need to know the extent of her abilities."

"So you made us all come down here to only give Nat and Clint a mission?" Tony asked. He started to get up and leave.

"Sit down Tony." Fury ordered. "There is more. It concerns the girl's father."

Chapter 1

Quidditch, that was Emma's new thing. It may have been a new sport, which she only started playing last year, but she already excelled at it. She was keeper. When they went to tournaments and if Emma was keeper they usually won however many points to zero.

Emma was unusually good. She had lightning fast reflexes and amazing eyesight, which worked well with her 'ability'. She hated using it during sports, usually it became to distracting, but she couldn't stop her 'ability' from coming. She decided to put it to better use than lose a major game.

Her only flaw when it came to Keeping was she tended to get distracted by things off pitch easily. She always wanted to know how the seekers doing. She often scanned the crowd to see who was watching their game or practice that day.

That was how Emma saw the woman with red hair who was dressed in a brown leather jacket, white shirt, and dark jeans. For some reason these details stuck out in Emma's mind. The woman could have almost blended in with the college age crowd but she wasn't cheering. In fact the woman wasn't watching the game at all, she was only watching Emma. That was a bit disconcerting. She would worried about it later.

The game had started going well for Emma. Within their schools larger team, the Quidditch players divided them selves up into smaller teams to practice and just to play.

There was also a friendly rivilary between Emma's team and Beth's team. Beth was her best friend and roommate.

Emma's team had scored 30 points already and she hadn't let in a single quaffle when the other Keeper wanted to trade with her. This was fine by Emma except he let the quaffle past five times.

The other team was in possession. Their chaser was hit with a bludger causing him to drop the quaffle only to be scooped up by a chaser on Emma's team. The quaffle made its way to the other end of the field. Emma's eyes wandered when she saw a flash of yellow, the snitch was coming onto the field. She looked behind the snitch and saw the two seekers close in pursuit.

Emma looked back at the field. The quaffle now in possession by the other team and were advancing toward her. 'When did that happen?'Emma thought to herself.

She forced herself to regain focus. At the same time Emma the same Chasers with quaffle farther up the field closer to Emma. There were four of them now instead of two. Exact replicas of the people farther down the field. As they moved the new Chasers left a trail of where they had been moving. It was like a camera shooting a very fast motion.

The Chaser with the quaffle would pass to the other Chaser. She would catch it and in the same movement try to score to on Emma's far left.

Emma saw the original Chaser's catch up with their doubles and moving in the exact movements as a moment earlier. The pass was being made and automatically Emma dove left. She reflected the ball as she sailed through the air. She heard the crowd gasp, but it wasn't for her. Well half of the faces were looking at her. She followed the gazes of the other half and saw her teammate holding up the Snitch. The Seeker had grabbed it at the exact moment the catch was being made.

They had won. Emma hadn't realized she had been holding her breath since her vision. She began breathing normally as she got up and started cheering with the rest of her team.

Her team gathered in a circle. They were all hysterical. The team hadn't won in years and now thanks to Emma's catch and the seeker they won by 10 points. Her team soon surrounded Emma and the seeker. Through the faces and waving arms, Emma could see the red hair woman scowl as she turned away…

The entire Quidditch team went to eat in the dorm's dining center after the game. Emma soon forgot the red haired woman. Emma had originally thought her presence odd but soon became to caught up in the celebration to think on it.

After everyone had finished eating, the captain of the Firebirds stood up and presented the Emma's team captain with the House Cup trophy. There was immense amount of cheering from her team and the dinning center's manager told them to settle down or leave. They left.

Emma was walking back across the quad to her own dorm with her best friend, Beth and a few others from Emma's own team. They all had a random ability to act drunk while being sober and winning just furthered added to their random singing and shouting. Even Beth joined in after being thoroughly teased in jest. It was all a joke. Beth would have been worse in their position, Emma thought to herself.

They were almost to the far buildings of the quad when Emma noticed a shadow of a man standing near a tree. A lamp just off of the sidewalk cast the shadow. The man had shifted and she could see that he was looking at their group. She couldn't make out his face though.

If there hadn't been guys with her, and her father's self defense training he forced her through, she might have been more worried of him. There wasn't much he could do while she was around friends. She hoped.

Suddenly, Emma had a sinking feeling in her stomach. It was overwhelming. Part of her 'ability' was feelings and even more rarely thoughts that indicated something about the future. Or in this case what ever was wrong was happening now she just wouldn't find out about it until later.

What had cause this feeling though? She must have been thinking of something. It wasn't the man. She glanced at him again but there was nothing there. She saw him and thought of the bigger guys standing next to her and her father's training. Her training. No, it was her Father! Something went wrong wher ever he currently was.

She hoped he wasn't compromised. Emma wasn't sure if she could stand that.

"Emma" Beth asked turning around, "What are you doing?"

Beth and the group were ahead of her. Emma hadn't realized she has stopped walking and was holding her stomach. Emma caught up with Beth.

"Nothing" she said. " I thought I saw something move, but it must have just been a squirrel moving around."

"Yes…" Beth replied raising one eyebrow. Emma thought she must have had an odd look on her face because Beth had just silently asked her if she was all right. She nodded her head. Beth returned a look that said 'I don't believe you'.

Thankfully the rest of the group didn't notice this silent exchange and they continued back to the dorm as happy as ever. 'Damn' Emma thought to herself. She couldn't get anything past Beth. Although they have only known each other since this past year, they had become best friends. Only Beth could read Emma's facial expression. In fact no one, except her father, had been able to do that. Emma felt pain coming back and pushed thoughts of her father from her head. Soon the pain went away, well at least less noticeable.

Beth was nice but worried when Emma acted weird or got silent out of nowhere. Beth even suspected it had to do something with Emma's parents since Emma would never talk about them.

Emma knew she would hear from Beth tonight. That girl could get anything out of a person by being persistent and bother some. Normally Emma wouldn't mind but there are some secrets better kept alone. And the truth of Emma's father was one of them.