A/N: Hi there! Just a little info before the journey begins (haha). I found an idea for a Hogwarts/Avengers fanfiction with tons of fanart and stuff and just decided to make my own, if you came up with the idea, I credit you. This is my first fanfiction so please don't be too harsh when reviewing (if anyone reads this). I would really appreciate reviews though, I want to improve on my writing.

Tony POV

Platform 9 ¾ was bustling and everyone knew it was that time of the year again; the time for young witches and wizards to return to Hogwarts.

Tony Stark ran up to the Hogwarts Express. His butler Rhodey was in tow with his trunk and brand new owl, Jarvis. Tony peered around at all the other students and smirked to himself. They were all exceedingly average.

Rhodey set down his trunk and looked at him with a smile, "Are you ready to start the school year, Mr. Stark?"

Tony rolled his eyes, "Who's ever excited for school? Only losers."

Rhodey gave him a condescending look, "You should be very thankful! This is the greatest wizard school in the world. You're parents went, and would be very proud of you."

The confident smile on Tony's face faded a little bit. He didn't need to hear another one of Rhodey's reminiscent stories of the parents he barely even knew. Before he could think too much of it all the students suddenly started whispering and looking at something over by the 'entrance'.

Tony frowned a little, "Who are those people Rhodey?"

Rhodey peered above the crowd and looked back at Tony, "I think that's the minister and his family! His two sons are starting in the same year as you."

The minister's sons in his year at Hogwarts. Tony found this idea a little disappointing; people would surely fawn over them 24/7.

Tony pushed through people to get a closer look. He could see Odin standing with his two sons. Odin had been the minister for as long as Tony was born. He had apparently gotten the eye patch from fighting (and defeating) a group of angry ice giants up north. His wife stood next to him, tall and elegant, a hand on two boys shoulders. One of them was tall with wavy blonde hair and light blue eyes. He was smiling proudly and chattering with people. The other was just as tall, but he had jet-black hair and bright green eyes. He was pretty pale and he seemed to be more reserved than the other. Odin was talking merrily to the blonde one, Tony was pretty sure he read in a news paper his name was Thor and the pale guy's name was Loki.

Tony snorted to himself. What stupid names, what were their parents thinking? Suddenly he felt something hit him square in the shoulder. He stumbled back a little. "What the-," he started. A girl looked apologetically at him. She had strawberry blonde hair that was in two braids and blue-ish green eyes. She had a few freckles across her cheeks, which were flushed pink.

"I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! Oh god, I wasn't looking where I was going," she ducked down to grab her books and Tony bent down and picked some up for her.

"Here ya go, and it's fine. I know I may be a little distracting," he said raising his eyebrows.

The girl stood, narrowing her eyes a little. "You wouldn't happen to be Tony Stark, would you?"

Tony smiled, "What gave me away? The charm? The good looks?"

She raised her eyebrows, "Actually the arrogance. And I've seen you in the Daily Prophet. Your dad is in our potions books."

Tony tried to ignore the pang he felt whenever someone mentioned his dad. "Yup, so what's your name?"

The girl pursed her lips, "Pepper Pots."

"Nice to meet y-," he was about to reach out to shake her hand when suddenly people started noticing him. At last, he thought.

Loki POV

Loki wasn't as excited as his brother Thor about his new school. Actually, Loki wasn't particularly excited about anything right now.

He was already annoyed by the many people crowding around him to get a look at the minister and his family; he wondered how the rest of the year at Hogwarts would go.

A hand squeezed his shoulder and he jumped, he turned his head and saw his mother, Frigga, looking at him with a stern expression. "Loki, stop sulking. You're making our family look bad."

Loki looked away and rolled his eyes. "I'm going to go look for Sif," he said to no one in particular, then ducked away from the crowd surrounding him.

He scoured the platform for that familiar black ponytail but was not successful. Suddenly something hit him square in the back. He tried to catch his breath as a pair of dark brown eyes held his stare.

"I missed you so much Loki!" his longtime family friend Sigyn beamed up at him.

Sigyn's hair had grown since Loki had last seen her; the golden waves were down to her waist. It made her look much prettier. Her thin lips chattered away as she told Loki all about her summer and how uneventful it was.

Loki smiled back at her, "I missed you too Sigyn."

She smiled and hugged him, "I have to go now, but we should sit on the train together!"

Loki nodded in agreement as she ran out of view to look for her family.

He turned back to go searching for his family, it was almost time to board the train. As his family came into view, he saw Thor and Sif talking animatedly to each other and a wave of jealousy came over him.

Sif saw him and waved him over so Loki brushed the jealousy aside and walked over to them.

Immediately Sif gave him a big hug, "I missed you Loki!" she said as she squeezed him closer to her.

Loki smiled and let go of her.

Thor cleared his throat and the two of them turned back to look at him. "As I was saying." Loki frowned; Sif's eyes brightened as she gave all her attention back to Thor. "I want to be on the Quidditch team this year, I think I could be a great beater."

Loki raised his eyebrows, "First years don't usually make the team though."

Thor rolled his eyes, "Well I'm going to make the team obviously, and they would be lucky to have someone like me."

"Well I was just wondering." Loki said annoyed.

Sif smiled at Thor, "You'll make the team." Then she turned to Loki, "Why aren't you more supportive of your brother? That was mean."

Loki opened his mouth to say something but the trains whistle signifying to get on board drowned out all sound on the platform. He let out a sigh; he really hoped his whole year wouldn't go on like this.

Steve POV

"Steve, don't get lost in the crowd now." Abraham Erskine said putting a hand on Steve Rogers shoulder as he guided the small boy through the crowd.

Abraham was Steve's foster dad. He had been since Steve's parents died when he was six. Abraham was a squib and Steve could tell from the longing in his eyes he wished he could have had this too. Steve was actually very surprised when he himself got the Hogwarts acceptance letter. Steve hadn't known that his parents were wizards; Steve hadn't even known magic existed! It was a big surprise when Abraham sat him down and told him all about magic.

The train was beginning to board and Steve turned to Abraham. "Well, I guess I'll see you for Christmas," Steve said. Abraham put a hand on his bony shoulder and gave him a sad smile, "Good luck. Don't get into any trouble." Steve motioned to himself, "How could I possibly get into trouble?" Abraham chuckled slightly and gave him one last parting smile. Steve struggled getting onto the train considering he could barely lift all his trunks onto it. The train compartments were filled with older students laughing and joking. He swallowed nervously, trying to find an empty compartment or at least one with friendly face. Suddenly what seemed like a huge cement block smacked right into him. He fell right onto the carpet, his stuff scattering everywhere. A gigantic teen stood above him, his burly face smirking at him. "Watch where you're going first year," he said. Steve's ears felt hot as he stuttered an apology. "Woah, you're a first year? I almost mistook you for a pixie!" he chortled. "Leave him alone," a voice snapped from above.

Steve looked up to see a girl that looked like a first year standing above. She had shoulder length, curly brown hair and brown eyes. She had her hands on her hips and she was frowning up at the older guy, who was probably twice her size. "What?" he said, taken back. "Leave him alone!" she said, slowly pronounciating each syllable as if her were stupid. He raised his eyebrows, probably not used to being confronted by young girls. Obviously knowing he couldn't pick a fight with her, he muttered "losers" under his breath.

Steve stood up and brushed himself off, blushing a little that a girl had come to his rescue. "Thanks," he said sheepishly. "I'm Peggy Carter," she stuck out a hand and he shook it timidly. "Steve Rogers," he said.

"Would you like to find a compartment with me, I'd like to sit with one person I semi know," she gave him a smile that sent his heart pace going a little faster. Maybe first year wouldn't be so bad after all, he thought as they went to find a compartment together.

Betty POV

"Always stay safe!" Betty Ross' mother pulled her into a big hug.

"We'll write you everyday, we expect to hear from you just as frequently." Her father added kissing the crown of her head.

"Ok, OK!" Betty pried herself from her parent's firm grasp. "You're going to make me miss the train!"

She picked up her things and scurried into the train car, letting out a sigh of relief when she stepped on board; finally she could do things without her parents breathing down her neck. Of course she loved her parents but sometimes they could be too overprotective of her.

Betty made her way through the train and couldn't find a familiar face; luckily, a fellow first year waved her over into his compartment.

He was alone, but not in a way that made him seem unliked, he was kind of… intimidating. His smirk radiated narcissism and when she entered he raised an eyebrow. "I don't usually invite people to hang out with me, you should be honored."

"Oh god." She rolled her eyes, "Should I be rethinking where I sit?"

He laughed, "No no, sit here. I'm Tony."

"I'm Betty." She continued to eye him warily as she sat across from him.

She wondered what made him so 'desirable'. He was attractive, Betty thought. But his personality was definitely not. His dark brown hair was boyish and overgrown; he needed a haircut. And his brown eyes were almost hidden by his bangs. "What?" he asked, breaking her stare.

"Nothing sorry." She blushed.

He snickered, "Its fine don't be sorry, I know I'm nice to look at."

She raised her eyebrows, "Oh shut up."

"So what house do you think you're going to be in?" he asked, still chuckling.

"Well my dad was in Gryffindor so maybe there?" she asked. "I'm not really sure we don't talk about magic in my house that much. My mom is a muggle."

"Maybe you'll be in Gryffindor, sometimes it doesn't matter what your parents are, you could be Slytherin for all we could know."

She shoved him, "I am not Slytherin! My dad would be so mad!"

Tony laughed, "Don't worry I was kidding! I doubt I'm going to be a Ravenclaw like my father."

Betty noticed that his voice cracked on the word 'father'. "Well why not?"

"I don't think I could ever be the person my father was.."

"What do you mean?"

He sucked in a breath, "My father was the owner of Stark industries, it's a muggle company that makes weapons for wars. He, um, he wasn't …. Never mind," he trailed off, clearing his throat. His eyes were squinted as he looked at the floor. Betty looked at him with a small frown. But in seconds his smirk was back on his face.

"Well I'm sure you're as smart as him. Probably smarter," she gave him a small nudge and he met her eyes with a real smile this time.

"You know. I think this the beginning of a great friendship," Tony said.

Betty rolled her eyes but laughed , "We'll see." Just as she said it the candy lady came and they both gave each other excited looks before diving into their bags for gallions.

A/N: What do you think? I'll try to put up Chapter 2 ASAP. Please Review!