His heels clicked as he strode along the large, black, tiled corridor. Past doors and doors of rooms leading to more corridors, that went who knew where. He loved his job, yet he hated it at the same time. He was constantly battling with people who thought his line of work was joke.
In his opinion, 'The Misuse of Muggle Artefacts' office was a very important department within the Ministry, and it wasn't a job that was to be taken lightly. All that being said however, all the cases he had to deal with were usually people messing around with the poor Muggle's heads, such as shrinking keys, and causing various house hold objects to levitate a few inches above their usual post. It wasn't long until he'd reached his destination, and Arthur Weasley stretched as he shut the door behind him.
"How can I help you then?" He asked easily, it was always best to speak to the Minister of Magic with respect, even if he is a complete idiot.
"Arthur!" Fudge said jovially, clapping his hands together as he spun around, away from a portrait hanging on the wall of a wizard carrying a rather ugly looking toad with large red warts sticking out of its back. "A slight problems arisen, and we need your assistance."
"Problem? What sort of problem?" Arthur asked, restraining the sudden impulse to raise his eyebrow.
"The ruddy American Ministry of Magic! They can't keep tabs on their Wizard populations!" Fudge sighed, and Arthur immediately remembered the time when he had to go out to someone who kept setting their house on fire. It turned out that he was a wizard, born into a Muggle family that the Ministry hadn't registered. He didn't go to Hogwarts at all.
"Well, we all make mistakes don't we?" Arthur shrugged. This is what he didn't like about Fudge. He was always jumping to conclusions.
"They're ready for him now Minister." The portrait spoke curtly, he had a long moustache that curled at the bottom of his chin, and his voice was heavy with an American accent.
"Right, thank-you... Henry." The portrait nodded and the toad hopped away and through a door in the canvas. "There's been a mix-up. Several, well eight actually, children have been discovered possessing magical abilities, over, over in America. The schoolings slightly different over there, they start two years early! Imagine that! Anyway, they've got to go to Hogwarts! Dumbledores said they're welcome but he can't go over a talk to them, their from Muggle families, you know. Dumbledore can't go over because he's busy, Hagrid can't do it either because he's gone to speak to Harry Potter- Harry Potter! Imagine that! He's eleven today! My, how time flies... So that just leaves you, Arthur." Fudge finished. The man really did know how to talk.
"I still don't understand why I'm the one to go over there." Arthur said, he was wondering why he was chosen, of all people.
"This is the snag you see, it's awfully complicated but I'm sure they'll explain it to you in full once you're there. You'll have to apparate because I'm afraid they don't have fire places where they are currently, again, awfully confusing but there you have it." Arthur wondered how Fudge could talk so quickly without popping. He sounded like his daughter, Ginny when discussing the Hollyhead Harpies. "Here are the coordinates, I trust you to get there safely." Fudge said, pushing a wad of paper into Arthur's hand. "There you go! Send a message to Dumbledore once you've finished. You can go home afterwards." And with that, Mr Weasley disapparated.
"Harry Potter? As in..." Tony squashed his nose flat "... Voldemort Harry Potter?".
"Voldemort isn't Harry Potter..." Bruce quickly put in and Tony scowled at him.
"You know what I mean."
Fury yawned. It had been a long day. Firstly, his team of Superheroes came bounding into his office, all eleven years old. Secondly, he'd discovered Loki had done it, and finally he'd found out Loki had 'made Harry Potter real, and his Avengers were probably going to Hogwarts'. Which was great.
"Oh but I love the Harry Potter stories." Pepper said happily, "they're amazing! I'd of loved to have gone to Hogwarts..."
"But then you'd probably never have met me." Tony added.
"Why couldn't I have gone to Hogwarts?" She joked, and Clint immediately shouted 'Burn!'. Just then, Maria Hill stepped into the room.
"Fury, sir, this man just.. Appeared, in the main hangar bay... Said he was looking for a bunch of kids?" Fury smiled slightly, and waved his hand to show Maria that the man was allowed entry into the room.
The ginger hair was the first thing that everyone looked at. It was flaming red and slightly balding. His clothes were unusual. They looked almost smart, but slightly strange at the same time. His ears were burning bright red as he looked around the room and smiled as he saw Natasha, Clint, Thor, Pepper, Tony, Bruce, and Loki. He stepped forward with an out-stretched hand.
"Hello! You must be Mr... Fury?" Fury took his hand and shook it before standing next to him.
"That I am, and you are?"
"Oh of course! I'm Arthur Weasley, I work at the Ministry of Magic, in London." Mr
Weasley said, beaming brightly. "This must be confusing for you."
"I think I've had my fair share of surprises." Steve muttered, and Fury grinned. Mr Weasley didn't understand and carried on talking.
"Anyway, I'm here to tell you all about Hogwarts..."
It was raining. Big red buses were rolling by the windows, and the raindrops were smacking off the many umbrellas on the street. They'd arrived in London a few days after they'd been visited by Mr Weasley, to be greeted by the usual English weather in August. Mr Weasley had recommended they stay in 'Muggle' accommodation, rather than the 'wizard' accommodation known as the Leaky Cauldron. None of them had been surprised to hear that they were witches and wizards, because naturally they'd read the books, and watched the films. But it didn't stop the experience from being new and exciting for them all.
While they were staying in London, Coulson had been given the task of supervising them. Which he was personally dreading. Tony had paid for all the rooms, he was sharing one with Clint and Bruce, Natasha and Pepper were sharing, and Thor had risen to the opportunity of spending some time with his brother. Coulson had a different room entirely, five floors below and at the opposite end of the hotel completely, which he may or may not have personally requested.
The morning came eventually for them all to go to Diagon Alley, and Coulson was awoken by a pounding on the door.
"AGENT!"
"His names Phil, Tony."
"PHIL!"
Coulson groaned and rolled over in his bed. It had been ages since he'd had a proper holiday, and he was trying to consider this one, but so far it was proving to be one.
"Hang on..." He moaned, before quickly getting dressed into dressing gown and opening the door. "What?" Thor burst into the room.
"I'm getting a cat!" Coulson groaned.
A few hours later found them all standing in the musty, hearty pub that was the Leaky Cauldron, and Coulson was giving out strict orders.
"Do not leave Diagon Alley. Do not go in that weird place. Do not offend anybody." His eyes flitted between Clint, Tony and Loki who all looked at each other and smirked. Apparently since the whole ordeal they'd all become quite good friends. Which was worrying for Coulson. Generally, he was more worried for planet Earth rather than his sanity however. "Off you go then."
How was that? What do you want them to do first? Who do you want them to meet first and what about pets and stuff? Thor wants a cat though.. Let me know :)
