"Those are my things." She muttered sullenly to Thor, who gathered them up in a small pile, blue light surrounding them before they disappeared. She stalked towards the door, Thor following quickly as she walked down the corridor, agents scattering at her approach.

"So where is…Henry?" Thor asked, making her give him a nasty glare before they exited the Helicarrier, going towards a Quinjet. "I could take you to him."

She outright flinched. Everyone in SHIELD knew of their upcoming nuptials, knew how she was able to pick up Mjolnir. They knew how Natasha Romanoff was not Natasha Romanoff, knew that she was the Anastasia thought dead in 1918. They knew that she had a child, knew he was called Henry. They knew part of her past, and knew that she had wanted to keep it hidden from everyone – including the people she was most close to in the entire world, Phillip Coulson and Clinton Barton.

Clint was still hiding, most likely trying to figure out if her son was his, despite not knowing when he was conceived or even born.

"That is the problem." She finally said. "You can't. No magical source can reach him with what is protecting him. It's why I don't want you to go – an active Mjolnir will set off the wards surrounding him, and he will be whisked off to an unplottable location."

Immediately Thor's eyes widened. "He is of the magical communities? They still exist?"

Natasha nodded, knowing that the cameras didn't reach this far. "Get inside – and l mean it when I say he'll be taken if you use Mjolnir in even the slightest way. You need to leave it somewhere."

Thor nodded before throwing the hammer overboard to sink to the bottom of the ocean. "Do we now depart, Lady Natasha?"

In answer, she got into a small quinjet, knocking out the pilot out and placing him in a seat, strapping him up.

"He'll need to fly it back later. Precautions I put in place when he was a baby will reverse, and the quinjet would be left alone otherwise."

Thor was silent as she took the helm, following her inside and sitting down in a seat, strapping himself in. Less than ten minutes later they were landing in a field while the sun set, children in the park beside it staring.

Natasha then, to Thor's surprise, stripped and changed clothes. It was so fast he didn't regain sense in time to cover his eyes, the change leaving her wearing, instead of her black uniform, a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a green polo-neck and a pair of boots. She threw a set of clothes in his face, and he stared at them for a second before getting undressed. He was very aware of her unblinking gaze upon his torso as he removed his shirt.

"Admiring the view, Lady Natasha?" He asked her, making her shrug before twirling her long auburn hair up in a messy bun. He wondered if it were her natural hair-colour as he finished changing.

"Might as well enjoy what's in front of me. Come on."

She led him out of the quinjet after leaving a post-it note on the pilot's head telling him to leave once he woke up, and that they were at a place named 'Surrey, UK'. They went across the grass, and to Thor's surprise over to where the children stood. Only they weren't exactly what he expected.

The majority of the congregation was made up out of fat boys, maybe seven or eight Midguardian years, all surrounding a young boy who… In all honesty, Thor's eyes were bugging out at seeing the near carbon-copy of Loki, with only his short inky hair, falling just past his ears instead of his shoulders and green eyes instead of blue being the distinguishing differences.

"Dudley, it is not a pleasure." Natasha said crisply to the fattest boy of the lot. Said boy in question immediately glared and punched his hand with his fist.

"Who're you, skank?"

Thor stepped forward, glaring. "You will not speak to her that way, child." He said roughly, feeling as if a raging inferno had just appeared inside of him. He would have continued if not for Natasha's cool hand on the bare skin of his arm, pressing tightly in a way that told Thor she agreed with him.

"Leave my nephew be, James."

He didn't blink at the name, for the most part not registering it and for the small amount that did register it, well – he and Loki had played dress-up in serious situations before. It didn't faze him.

But the boy did. It was strange, how his eyes widened, before he dropped his fists, face morphing into one of horror as the boy on the ground sucked in a breath.

"Aunt Lily?!" At Natasha's cool nod, he immediately pointed a finger at her. "You're supposed to be dead!"

Somehow, if he was calling her Aunt Lily, Thor wasn't surprised.

Natasha replied with a bland voice. "I was amnesiac. Tell Tuney to stop her coddling of you, in those exact words, before saying that I'm taking Henry. Dumbledore had no right to place him with you, I agree, but your treatment of him is appalling. Now move."

The boys moved, even the fat Dudley scampering off as Natasha approached the boy on the ground.

"Why should we not tell white lies and always speak the truth?"

"Because keeping track of them is impossible when you are surrounded by falsehoods in the first place." He replied, before lunging forwards, hugging her tightly. Almost immediately Thor hissed, looking away as the invisible magic coalesced around them, the boys all running off. There was a second of stillness, the magic slowing before Natasha grabbed his hand and pulled him to stand against the two of them. The magic slowed almost to a halt, barely an inch from their skin before it exploded outwards.

Thor grimaced at the backlash, the foreign magic lashing at his bare skin like tiny whips, and only stepped away once she let him go.

"What has just happened, Lady Natasha?"

Natasha though, was only focused on her son. She slipped down to crouch in front of him, brushing her hand through his fringe, making Thor's eyebrows knit together as a scar was revealed – a scar in the shape of Sowilo, his Rune. Natasha's face though didn't reveal anything. Her hand trailed down his face, prompting a horrified look from Thor and an angry one from the boy.

"How did you reverse it?" He spat quietly, glaring at her as he jerked away lightly. Natasha gave her own sharp look before checking over the numerous cuts, burns, bruises and scars on his face that stopped where Natasha's hand had left. Thor felt sickened at the sight of his future step-son's face.

"What monsters did this?"

"My adoptive sister and her husband, though I believe Vernon to be more the culprit than Petunia – she never did like getting her hands dirty." Natasha sneered, Henry's expression matching his mothers.

Henry glanced at Thor though. "Who are you? Mother saved you from the magic – it removes any and all evidence of my existence on this earth, including memories and paper trails. She called you James. That's my father's name. You don't have the right appearance to be him though, unless you are using a disguise."

Thor glanced at Natasha, who stood and waved her hand over Henry's face. "You're wrong, Henry." She said lowly as dozens of pops and bangs sounded around them. "It only removes evidence of your existence on this earth from that of the mundane world."

Thor turned, and was only able to catch a glimpse of red, blue and black-robed figures before darkness surrounded him.


"Do you willingly submit to the use of verituserum?"

Natasha looked at Dumbledore with a stone face, not trying to escape the chains binding her wrists like Thor was beside her. On her other side was Henry, who was being forced into both silence and seating arrangements in the VIP section of the audience. The court room was packed, the news of Lily Potter's survival reaching all over the globe.

"I do not, and under the Matriarch Clause, as Lady Potter you are not authorised to force said serum on me, or any other forceful truth-telling measure unless you have mine or my husbands signature."

Dumbledore sighed. "Lily-"

"Chief Warlock." Fudge said warningly, giving him a look before glancing at Madam Bones. The witch nodded before standing, fingers splayed over her sheet of questions.

"Court Scribe, please take note of my position as Interrogator In the Name of the Wizengamot." She waited a few seconds before continuing. "Before we begin with the questioning, please state your full name for the archives."

Natasha spoke levelly. "Lillian Rose Potter nee Evans, Lady Primus of House Potter and Lady Regent of House Blackwater."

Madam Bones went to speak when Natasha continued.

"Anastasia Nikolaevna of House Romanov, Tsesarevna of Russia; and Crown Princess Natasha of Asgard – oh, and Madam Bones?"

Madam Bones frazzedly nodded in inquiry.

"I would let His Highness Prince Thor out of the chair." She bobbed her head towards the struggling God. "He might break your chains."


"He must come to Hogwarts!" Was the first thing Dumbledore said as soon as he faced her. Natasha didn't pay him any mind until he took her arm. "Lily."

She turned, pasting a sarcastic smile on her face. "Dumbledore, shut your mouth."

"But Lily-"

"I could bring you down with six words." She said, the cameras flashing around them as the reporters clamoured for her attention. Thor, who was already up ahead with Henry on his shoulders, aurors making sure they got out safely, turned to turn back but she waved them on. "Six words, Headmaster."

Dumbledore spoke hurriedly. "You don't understand – Harry defeated the Dark Lord, and if he rises again-"

"I defeated Voldemort, Headmaster." She interrupted. "I did, and if he rises again it will be my responsibility to deal with him, not my son's – whose name is Henry. And those six words?" She looked right at the crowd of reporters. "Don't you think he looks tired?"