Avengers and Harry Potter Crossover Fan Fiction
Title: Secrets of the Silver Bow
Summary: Three is an important number. There are three major Greek gods, three fates and three furies. The bow also has three major parts, the body, the grip, and the string. If one of those pieces is missing, then the bow wouldn't work.The Prophecy's Three are like that. If one of them is missing, then nothing is right. A tangled web of lies is unwoven when Alexei Barton heads to Hogwarts for his first year of school and he learns of the Great Prophecy. A prophecy involving him and his twin sister, Anastasia. Problem is, everyone believes Ana is gone, but Alexei has never stopped searching. Now Alexei needs to find his sister more than ever. With a dangerous deadline approaching, will he find Anastasia in time to fulfill the prophecy?
Author's Note: This is my first story, so guys I'm sorry for all the grammatical errors and misspelled words.
Prologue
It always starts with a train. A big, red one. He'd be sitting in a compartment, just him and a young girl, about his age. The early morning sunlight would make her red hair light up, just like a flame, and he would like nothing better than to run his fingers through it, just to make sure she was real. That she was alive. She would lean against him, her fiery red hair blowing in his face, obscuring his vision.
Then all of a sudden it wasn't her hair and it was actual fire. The flames like tongues, licking and lapping at his face, his arms, his legs, his hair, his clothes, her. Then that's when the panic sets in. He would turn to her and see her clothes burning up, the flesh melting of her face, her arms, her legs.
Then they're not in the train. He's back in his house. His burning house, where his weak three-year-old self wasn't able to save his sister. His sister with the blinding smile, with the piercing eyes, with the fiery hair. Fiery, burning, bloody red, like the flames that continued to burn, to eat away, to consume his house, his identity, his being. He would cry out for his mother. His burning, dying mother with the same green eyes as his sister, with the same red hair. And he would cry for his father. His father, long dead. Killed the same way, he, his sister and mother would soon be killed, in an all consuming blaze. Dead. His father. And soon, him, his sister, his mother.
Then there is a gaping hole where a wall used to be. A man lifts him up and cradles him against his chest. "You'll be fine, son." And all he can see is the red armor the man wears. Red like the fire, like his dying mother's and sister's hair. Then the glowing blue circle on his chest, right above where his heart should be. He smiles. Blue like the ocean. Blue like the sky when it isn't filled with clouds. Blue like his father's eyes should be. Blue like his eyes were. And just when he would decide he likes the color blue, he's back on the train.
The large, red train that was supposed to be on fire, but wasn't.
Then everyone's getting off the train, and he was pulled in the same direction the crowd was going. He searches for the girl with the burning hair, and sees are as she gets off the train, herself.
He asks for her name.
She laughs, a nice, quiet and soft one. "My name is-ALEXEI, WILL YOU JUST GET UP ALREADY!"
"Huh?" he says.
Then the red train is gone, the red hair, the red hot fire. All the red is gone, and he's staring into the (thankfully) brown, and not green, eyes of his cousin, and not the burning girl with the fiery hair.
"Damn," Alexei says.
