Fandom Avengers (2012)/Harry Potter (aka Hogwartvengers) (with additional X-Men characters)
Character(s)/Pairing(s) ensemble cast; various pairings, some will be het, some will be slash, some will be femslash. It'll depend on where the particular piece takes me. There will be gen and friendship pieces as well. There will be more details with each individual short.
Genre Alternate Universe/Crossover/Fantasy
Rating R (overall)
Disclaimer Avengers c. Kirby, Lee, Whedon, Disney, Marvel. Harry Potter c. Rowling, WB, Bloomsbury. X-Men c. Kirby, Lee, 20th Century Fox.
Summary A collection of drabbles and shorts based on the concept of Hogwartvengers over on Tumblr.
Warning(s) spoilers for the entire Harry Potter series, spoilers for Avengers (2012) possible.
Notes Hogwartvengers is an alternate universe in which the Avengers characters went to Hogwarts. There is no real set universal headcanon for the AU amongst everyone who participates in the tag. I just wanted to start writing up the little stories I thought up when presented with the AU concept. I plan to stash them all under this fic title so they'll be easy to find and won't clutter up my when I crosspost them there. There will be a continuity to all of my drabbles. I don't plan on writing any that will contradict one another, though they will not occur in chronological order. I added in some X-Men characters to fill in some professorships and so forth.
Drabble Title The Forest Child
Drabble Character(s)/Pairing(s) Bruce Banner, Hank McCoy, Charles Xavier; no pairings intended
Drabble Genre Drama/Fantasy
Drabble Rating PG
Drabble Word Count 1,838
Drabble Summary There's a rumor going around that a child lives in the Forbidden Forest. Hank discovers it's not a rumor.
Drabble Warning(s) implied past domestic violence
Drabble Notes There will eventually be a story with a pairing probably and one without additional warnings too. Also, maybe, an actual drabble as well. Anyway, I just wanted to start writing about some pre-Hogwarts headcanons and Bruce's was the most tangible in the moment.

Marvelwarts
The Forest Child

The whispers began at the start of term. There was a child living in the Forbidden Forest. It sounded like something to scare the first-years with, however, the more Professor Hank McCoy heard the whispers during Care of Magical Creatures class, the more he wondered if it could be true. Most stories talked about the forest glowing strangely at night. Autumn chill was in the air when Hank finally saw a glowing patch through the trees of the forest. It was faint, hidden deep within and moved like it was entertaining something or perhaps attracting a meal. Hank leaned closer to the window to see it better.

"It is unlike anything I have seen before." Headmaster Charles Xavier commented. He stepped forward, stood beside Hank, and observed the glow. "I have heard a rumor there is a child out there. None of the professors have seen anything. Not even Professor Fury." Nick Fury was not only the Deputy Headmaster but he also taught Defense against the Dark Arts and ran the security team at Hogwarts. With the occasional resurgence of Death Eaters, wizards trying to condemn purebloods, and other threats to wizardkind, security was paramount at Hogwarts now.

Hank's gaze shifted to Charles. "I can look. Perhaps it's a new type of creature." Hank was a mutant and it physically showed. He looked more like a large beast covered in blue fur than the man that his styled mane and professorial robes would belie. The mutant evolution affected both magical and muggle humans alike. Charles who brought Hank to Hogwarts to teach years prior despite protests and Hank proved time and time again he could be trusted with the students and staff at the school.

The breeze felt like the first trip to Hogsmeade, which would happen at the end of the week. Hank approached the Forbidden Forest and followed the glow. It was an army of small masses of light dancing about as though there was music somewhere, but Hank could hear nothing but the typical sounds of the forest. The light touched his fur and slid off without pain or temperature. Hank followed the glow until he found a young boy sitting on a log watching the glow with great interest. The boy was not a first-year, though he was bigger than some. He wore scavenged animal pelts tied with old, dirty rope. He had shoes fashioned out of the leaves of a large plant typically used to treat blisters by wrapping the offended appendage.

The boy froze when he saw Hank and all of the glowing lights disappeared. His eyes widened briefly and then they darkened. His shoulders sagged and he let out a small breath. "I surrender."

Hank kept his body language open and he tried not to get too close too fast. "What do you surrender for?"

"You're going to eat me or something, aren't you?" The boy pulled the pelt around his shoulders tighter. He angled his body away from Hank, but his eyes never left Hank's hands.

"No, I prefer to teach humans, not eat them," Hank said. "I'm Dr. Hank McCoy. I teach Care of Magical Creatures at Hogwarts."

"So, that's where I am." The boy sighed heavily and shifted his weight. "I'm Bruce."

"Do you have a last name?" Hank judged the child's features. He could think of a few pureblood families Bruce could belong. He noted the child's body language, his easy acceptance that Hank could be here to hurt him. He could not tell from the injuries on Bruce's body if they were caused from living on his own for a long time or by another person. The body language told Hank, another person was possible.

"No," Bruce said. "I used to, but not anymore." The wind whistled through the trees and Bruce shivered. He kept watching Hank. He noted how sharp Hank's teeth looked and he drew his arms closer to his body.

Hank knew what Bruce implied. Even in this day and age, it was not uncommon for some pureblood families to disown their children. However, Hank had not heard of any family doing so to anyone so young in decades. Hank slowly removed his professorial robes and approached Bruce, putting the robes over his shoulders. "You can tell me how you lost it while we make our way back to the castle." He stepped back once the robes would not slide away. "We can get you some clothes and some food."

Bruce judged Hank and then stood up. He pulled his arms through the robe and fumbled with the fasteners. "You're angry." He took a small step away from Hank as he fumbled.

"Anyone would be," Hank said. "Not only because you're young, but punishing someone by disowning them only creates larger problems."

Bruce seemed to decide Hank was not a threat for now and slowly approached. He kept his distance, but he followed Hank out of the Forbidden Forest. He struggled to find the right words for his story, finding the silence between them awkward. "I'm not normal," he finally said. "I'm dangerous." When Hank remained quiet, Bruce elaborated, "I got careless and something bit me."

"Do you know what bit you?" Hank asked.

"No," Bruce said, touching one of his arms self-consciously. "When my father saw the bite…" Bruce's voice trailed. He tried not to trip on the long robes. "He told me I was no longer a Banner; that I couldn't go home." Bruce took a breath. "I think he always wanted to get rid of me."

The Banners were a long line of pureblood medical wizards. While Hank had not personally met any of them, he did know the past few generations carried a ruthless reputation. "Here you can be whoever you want to be within reason," Hank said. "There are rules." He let Bruce into the castle. "You're going to meet Headmaster Xavier first." He led them to a gargoyle and stated, "Hope." The gargoyle moved aside and Hank led Bruce up a spiral staircase.

Bruce knew Charles from the newspapers. He peered at Charles from behind Hank before moving to stand beside Hank. The longer Hank went without violence or malice in his voice, the closer Bruce stood to him. Hank made introductions.

Charles stood near one of the windows. He smiled. "I see the stories were true after all." He stepped over to a door behind a picture of former Headmaster Dumbledore. "If you go through this door, Bruce, you will find clothing and a place to wash up."

Bruce obeyed the instruction and heard the door close behind him once he entered the room. Bruce smelled salt and soap in the air. He became acutely aware he was in the headmaster's bathroom as he took in its ornate fixtures and multiple bathing apparatuses to choose from. It looked as if whoever designed the bathroom was accustomed to luxury and demanded the best. The tub shallow enough that Bruce would not have to swim to keep from drowning in it had warm water already waiting. Bruce scrubbed himself down quickly and changed into the pre-Sorting uniform left on hooks near the door. It was almost the right size and thinking about the right size somehow made the uniform fit him better. Bruce tried not to overstay.

Bruce paused at the door. He could hear Hank and Charles speaking. The door muffled their words but not the tone. Things sounded grave and not promising for Bruce's prospects without words. Bruce took a deep breath and quietly immerged from behind the painting. He hoped they did not realize he eavesdropped.

"There you are," Charles said with warmth. "Please, have a seat." He indicated a chair near a small table.

Bruce sat obediently. His eyes flickered between Charles and Hank. He rested his hands in his lap.

"Now," Charles said, "before we continue, we need to know what bit you." His gaze shifted to Hank. "My colleague here is a doctor. He's very good at deducing magical maladies. I've known him for many decades and I would trust him with my life."

Hank smiled a little. "Thank you." His attention turned the Bruce. "Any magical creature that bites leaves a distinct scar," he explained. "From that scar, I'll be able to deduce approximately what type of creature or person bit you and that could lead to additional testing to pinpoint the cause." He paused to make sure Bruce followed what he said. "Where did it bite you?" Hank made certain to keep his tone of voice open, but also quiet and calm.

Bruce shifted his weight again. After personal deliberation, he unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt and rolled it up, exposing his left arm. Pink, raised teeth marks stood out against his pale skin. He let Hank get close enough to take his arm and study the pattern closely.

"How long ago was this?" Hank asked.

"June," Bruce answered.

Hank gently pressed along the scar. "You're very disciplined to let it heal this well." He let go of Bruce carefully and stood up. Hank felt more than saw that Bruce's eyes never left him. "I think it's a werewolf bite. We won't know until the next full moon."

"That's two weeks from now," Charles said. He looked at Bruce. "We won't turn you away. This is not without precedent. When I was a boy, Hogwarts opened its doors to children seeking shelter from the blitz. That said," Charles' features became more serious, "we still have to report what has transpired." He watched Bruce's eyes grow uncertain. "I'm sure we can find a resolution that will keep you safe."

Bruce opened his mouth before closing it to rethink his words. He nodded. "Thank you, sir." Again, he considered asking something but refrained.

Charles waited patiently. When it appeared Bruce would reserve the question for later, Charles spoke. "In the interim, you will stay in a room that connects to Hank's personal quarters. We can see about finding you tutoring to finish your education prior to your enrollment as an official wizarding student here next autumn."

"When the full moon occurs," Hank said, "we will take precautions not only to make sure everyone is safe in case you turn, but also for your own safety. Hogwarts has housed many humanoid creatures over its time. We have procedures and options. If it turns out to be a bite from another creature, we will shift focus and work to address those issues instead. Until we know for certain what condition you have, you will have to stay in my sight at all times." His features softened. "Are you all right with that?"

Bruce looked at both wizards. He nodded. "Yes."

"Good," Hank said. "Let's get you some food and then settled in. Alright?"

"Alright." Bruce said. He stood up, bid Charles goodbye, and following Hank from the office. As they walked, Bruce watched Hank. He was uncertain if this opportunity would be good or bad. He hoped it would be good.

The End