Parallel Universe
Contents
1. Remus and Bruce
2. Hagrid and Thor
3. Bellatrix and Natasha
4. Draco and Clint
5. Neville and Steve
6. Severus and Tony
7. Hogwarts and Phil
2. Hagrid and Thor
He was a jolly person, he would be first to admit. And he loved everything. He was called dimwit, called the oaf, but it didn't matter a tad bit to him, just as long as the creatures understood him.
He had a lot of friends, everyone wanted to be him. He was the golden son, the heir to the throne, a God. Only his brother scorned him, outwitting him by every step.
The woods were forever a new place to explore for him. He could find all sorts of creatures in there, all accomodating his belonging. He loved being alone, with the creatures as his friends.
He, on the other hand, hated being alone. He always had his friends together with him. Watching his back. The forests, the frozen plains, everyday was a new adventure for him. Everyone wanted to be his friend.
He knew he was weak. He knew someday he wouldn't be able to protect them. Not Aragog, not Buckbeak, not Nobert. He couldn't even protect his friends, how could he protect those who were protecting him?
He believed he could save everyone. He believed that the frost giants were demons from Hel and should be taught a lesson. Less, he failed to realize that his brother was more adamant than he was. He wanted to seek revenge at those who gave him life and destroyed his life forever.
He knew his brother was somewhere out there, shunned because of who he was. He knew his brother wasn't as lucky as he was, he didn't have someone to save him.
Even when he heard firsthand from his brother how far his brother had fallen, he refused to believe it. Somewhere in his conscience he knew his brother had did wrong, but he was still his brother, no matter what.
He was a victim, twice, at the hands of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He lost his gift the first time. He lost a friend in the second time, but gained victory. Yet, the haunted look in his friend's face. That would follow him forever.
Until he saw the state his brother had lost his brother-in-arms into. The Hawk would suddnly collaspe, retching, spasming, the aftereffects of the curse his brother had put him into. The Hawk was broken.
He remembered his friend's awed face as his friend was opened into a whole new world of possibilities, remembered his delight as he flew atop Buckbeak, remembered the growing hardness in his eyes. The war was over, but without robbing the light from his friend's eyes.
The Hawk refused to even speak to him, categorizing him with his brother. The Widow would later admit about how the Hawk had been shaken, deeply, into the roots.
No matter what he did, the light never came back to Harry Potter's eyes. After all, what could weak Rubeus Hagrid do? He couldn't protect those he vowed to save.
No matter how he apologised, what done was done. The Hawk did open up, but never to himself. After all, Thor Odinson could never atone what Loki Laufeyson had ever did to his comrade. He couldn't save those he vowed to protect.
In another universe, two men failed the very one thing they had vowed to do, trying to save someone who had been destroyed by someone evil. But no matter how hard Rubeus Hagrid and Thor Odinson tried, Harry Potter and Clint Barton weren't theirs to save.
:::::Do our achievements limit to what our parallel selves do, or do our achievements limit what our parallel selves do?:::::
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